On the night of August 9, there was a huge crowd outside the Shanghai Security Headquarters. Dozens of reporters and hundreds of citizens blocked the door, asking loudly what the gunshots at Hongkou Airport were about.

Today's Shanghai is like firewood poured with gasoline. A spark will burn this Oriental Paris to ashes. This is something no one living there wants to see, even Japanese expatriates.

In fact, these are the people who are most nervous right now. Some Japanese businessmen who have made a fortune while living in China have even taken the initiative to donate money to Guo Jun, proving that capitalists have no nationality.

The reason is very simple. In China, if they have money, they can live a life of superiority. If Japan occupied Shanghai, the nobles, military leaders, and royal family would not be able to spend their time with money.

No one understands the virtues of their compatriots better than they do. Burning, killing and looting are commonplace. It's okay to shout about the weather and get black card for half a year, but when it comes to wealth and life, it won't work even if the locusts really come.

Facing the crowded crowd, especially foreign journalists, the guards at the garrison headquarters were unable to hit or scold them, so they had to join hands to form a human wall to block the door, and quickly sent someone to notify their immediate superiors.

"Bang~!"

A few minutes later, a middle-aged man with an upright face stood under the headquarters building, pointed a gun into the sky and pulled the trigger. The sudden sound of gunfire startled everyone, and the scene finally became quiet.

"Everyone, you should all know who I am."

The man who fired the gun glanced around for a week, his expression was very majestic. This man was the Shanghai Security Commander. Many people had seen this flamboyant local military chief. He put his hands on his hips and shouted loudly.

"I hereby solemnly announce that at about 5 o'clock this afternoon, two Japanese soldiers forced their way into Hongkou Airport with ulterior motives and brazenly shot and killed a guard. We had no choice but to fire back and killed two people on the spot.

In two days, we will present the evidence to all friends who are concerned about this matter at the Shanghai Municipal Government and invite the concession parties to witness it. I must say that this behavior of the Japanese deliberately provoking disputes is extremely irresponsible.

Here, I hope that the public opinion community can ask the Japanese on behalf of the citizens what they want to do with such a crazy move, and whether they want to reduce the prosperous Shanghai to ruins before they are satisfied."

After saying that, he turned around and left. Everyone present was stunned. Something happened after all. A shooting incident that killed three people might be the beginning of the Sino-Japanese War.

"Boom~"

After being stunned for a long time, the crowd suddenly exploded. Some ran away. These were smart people who were preparing to leave Shanghai today. Some tried desperately to squeeze in. These were reporters who were watching the excitement and did not take it too seriously.

With the help of caring people, the news quickly spread throughout Shanghai. The operators of the Secret Service learned about the relevant situation and immediately reported it to Jinling through He Yijun.

Because it was related to the war situation, the on-duty staff of the Telecommunications Section went to the dormitory in Bingdi. Zuo Zhong, who had already fallen asleep, heard a knock on the door. He held a pistol and put on his pajamas and opened the door vigilantly.

After reading the telegram, his face became extremely ugly. This was not a hasty act, but stupidity and self-defeating. Commander Yang really took the concession patrol and the Japanese for fools.

It's okay to find someone to blame, but please be more careful. Modern forensic technology is advancing with each passing day. It's no longer an era where you can just find a corpse and get away with it.

Without any time to think about it, he immediately went to Dai Chunfeng's residence and reported the bad news. When Old Dai heard Commander Yang's tricks, he was so angry that he smashed the table and banged it.

Japan forced its way into the airport. This matter was originally justified by Japan, but when the other side took action, it was no longer justified. Once the public knows the truth, everyone knows how much trouble it will cause.

The master and apprentice discussed for a while, and then Zuo Zhong and Gui Youguang drove to Shanghai overnight. At this point, they must take decisive measures to prevent the situation from deteriorating further.

Otherwise, when the government is exposed in front of the whole world, the Secret Service responsible for intelligence work will easily become a scapegoat. Never underestimate the ability of the party-state elites to confuse right and wrong.

August 10 at noon.

Zuo Chong returned to the Yunkelai Hotel after a long journey, and immediately recalled Song Minghao, Wu Jingzhong, Wu Chunyang and others who were collecting intelligence, and introduced the whole story.

Several well-informed old intelligence officers were dumbfounded and looked at each other. They couldn't help but wonder how Commander Yang got to where he is today. I'm afraid even a three-year-old child wouldn't be able to make such a childish decision.

"Deputy Director, do you want to silence the specific person in charge? Without witnesses and the Japanese have no conclusive evidence, the matter will inevitably go unresolved." Gui Youguang touched his bald head and said carelessly.

The rest of the people nodded slightly, killing people and silencing them was a good way. If the problem cannot be solved, then solve the person who caused the problem. This is a commonly used method in the intelligence industry.

Simple and crude,

But very effective.

As the deputy chief of the Intelligence Section and the Chief of the Military Intelligence Unit, as well as a former arms smuggling tycoon, Song Minghao has a wide network of contacts in the military and has long understood the situation of the personnel who transported the corpse yesterday.

He swore and promised: "Leave this matter to me and make sure it is clean. These people are from Jianghu guilds. They did many immoral things in the past. Killing them will be regarded as eliminating harm for the people."

Find a deserted place to kill him and throw it into the river. It will soon float into the sea. Even if the Japanese are extremely capable, they won't be able to find it. Then burn the body and it will be over."

Wu Jingzhong, who had listened for a long time, also commented: "For the benefit of the party and the country, it is very cost-effective to sacrifice a scum who deserved to die. At the worst, we can subsidize more pensions later and treat them as if they died in battle."

"This must never be done."

Wu Chunyang looked around, raised his hand, and expressed a different opinion: "Those officers were just following orders. If word of the silence spreads, the morale of the military will definitely be unstable, and it may even trigger a mutiny."

The Japanese troops in Shanghai are currently aggressive, and a full-scale war may begin in the next second. The Japanese intelligence agency may be waiting for us to do this to undermine the morale of the national army.

And don’t you think it’s strange? It’s such a good excuse to start a war. Why didn’t the Japanese say anything after the incident happened for nearly ten hours? I think there must be something wrong and we can’t act rashly.”

yes,

Why are the Japanese silent?

The agents stopped talking and frowned. It was indeed a bit strange to say this, so they turned to look at the deputy director who was lying on the chair with his eyes closed, wanting to hear his opinion.

Zuo Zhong seemed to have noticed something. He opened his eyes tiredly and said in a hoarse voice: "Chunyang is right. We who do intelligence must have a broad mind and not just limit ourselves to the situation itself.

If the situation in Shanghai is compared to a pair of dominoes, the government wants to try not to let the first one fall. On the contrary, the Japanese think about how to push the first card.

To be more specific, how much effort should be used and what angle should be used, because Shanghai is not Northeast and Peiping, it is the key to the interests of Western powers. If it is not done well, it will steal the chicken but lose the rice.

Don’t forget the past events of 128. At that time, the Japanese chose to withdraw their troops under external pressure. They never wanted to make the same mistake again. The best way was to shift the responsibility for starting the war to the national government.

How about missing a few more soldiers? This kind of little trick obviously won't work. So is there any way to gain sympathy from the outside world and make the Western powers speechless? Naturally, they are dead.

Having established this point, we will go back and analyze this matter to see if we can see it more clearly. This is a painful trick made by the Japanese. If I am not wrong, they already have evidence.

It may be photos or recordings, or it may be witnesses. In short, it can expose the lies of the police headquarters. Then I will test you, when do you think the Japanese will announce it?"

"Number 11!"

"tomorrow!"

Everyone shouted, as the saying goes, if you hit someone, you will be slapped in the face. Commander Yang announced that he would present the evidence on the 11th, and there were concession officials present. In full view of the public, this was the best opportunity.

"Yes, it's tomorrow. Our opponent this time is a bit different. Different from ordinary little devils, this person is probably a rare strategic intelligence expert, but that's what's interesting."

Zuo Zhong mentioned how lazily he had changed just now, and stood up suddenly: "Order that all personnel secretly gather at the Shanghai Municipal Government to find and follow up the Japanese intelligence agents lurking nearby.

I want to know how many there are, where they live, what weapons they are equipped with, which organization they belong to, who is the main person in charge, and be careful to keep it secret during the operation so that the other party does not see the problem."

"What if I can't find it?"

Wu Chunyang hesitated for a moment and asked the most concerning question for everyone. There were less than 12 hours before the 11th. It would be difficult to find Japanese spies in such a short period of time.

Let's not talk about whether there are Japanese intelligence agents around the city hall. Even if there are, they won't be like the bunch of trash at the secret service headquarters, just standing there waiting to be discovered by them.

"Won't."

Zuo Zhong shook his head slightly: "The Japanese remain silent, not only to pretend to be pitiful, but also to give us time to act. Chunyang, you were right before, they are just waiting for us to take action, so that we can follow the clues and catch them all.

The other side has been defeated so many times and is very aware of our strength and destructive power. At this moment when the life and death of both countries are determined, if we don't remove the Secret Service as a thorn in our side, I'm afraid some people won't even be able to sleep well.

Let me remind you that there are many ways to find people, and proactive exposure is sometimes a strategy. I won’t go into details about how to do it. It’s up to you to decide. After so many years of cooperation, I feel confident about you.”

Song Minghao and others instantly understood what he meant. It was nothing more than selling a flaw to the Japanese, with a mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole behind. As for whether there would be any danger, that was not something they should consider.

Everyone stood at attention and saluted, preparing to go back and organize manpower, but Gui Youguang asked again what to do after finding him. Zuo Zhong turned around and looked at the guy up and down, and asked in a puzzled tone.

"What's the matter with you kid? Did you forget to bring your brain back when you went back to Jinling? Do you still need me to teach you about this kind of thing? What are you doing if you don't kill the enemy? Of course it's to teach them a lesson.

As the saying goes, don't reciprocate. People are almost putting the muzzle of the gun to their foreheads. If they don't say hello, they will think that our secret service is fake and that someone on my side is easy to bully.

I'll leave this matter to you. The Japanese will definitely transport evidence or witnesses to the city hall tomorrow to create an excuse for war. I don't want to see the other party arrive alive. Do you understand?

Lao Song, you can direct the action. The leaders and bureau chiefs are very concerned about the situation in Shanghai. When the time comes, I will have to go to the city government to keep an eye on it. You go to work first and report to me immediately if there is any situation."

After arranging the task, Zuo Zhong waved his hand and drove his men out. He stood there with his arms folded and thought for a long time, silently thinking about something until night fell again.

On the other side, agents from the Secret Service in Shanghai appeared in various capacities around the Shanghai Municipal Government and screened pedestrians who stayed for a long time one by one. Unfortunately, no suspicious persons were found.

Upon seeing this, Song Minghao decisively shrunk his team, leaving only a few action experts to act as bait, while the others were waiting in hiding on the outside to avoid alerting the enemy and being caught instead of fishing.

Around nine o'clock in the evening, Gui Youguang, who had been wandering around for a few times, was the first to be targeted. You can't blame him for this. A bald man with a strong build and sinister eyebrows did stand out in the crowd.

Following him was a barber who was carrying a load and was in tatters. His tracking skills were very amateur and he didn't look like a professional intelligence officer at all, otherwise he wouldn't have been discovered so quickly.

But the disguise was perfect. The agents had tested him before. He spoke with a standard northern Jiangsu accent, his words and deeds were consistent with his identity, and his hair-shaving skills were good, so he was ruled out as a suspect.

After receiving the news, Song Minghao observed in a hidden place for a while and listened to the report. There was doubt in his eyes. When did the professional level of Japanese spies drop to this level?

After several years of dealing with the Japanese, he had never seen such poor tracking. Compared with the other party, the people in the secret service headquarters were well-trained. Could it be that the person in front of him was not a spy.

Just when he was confused, the barber suddenly turned into the alley, and then the hawker who bought matches at the intersection took over and followed Gui Youguang while shouting.

This thing is getting weirder and weirder. To say that these people are professional, they don't even do basic cover-ups, but to say that they are unprofessional, they even know how to track them step by step, the contrast is a bit too big.

Song Minghao narrowed his eyes and whispered to the operators to follow the barber and see if anyone was spying on him. No matter what kind of god he was, he must have something to do with the Japanese.

The Japanese are suspicious and will not fail to take precautions. Since the target cannot be found through the stalker, then change the direction and start by monitoring the stalker. You will always find something.

As a result, the little spy came back to report not long after. After the other party ended the tracking, he went to a gambling shop not far away, where he won a lot of money by killing everyone, and no one was watching him at all.

A barber goes gambling?

Still killing everyone?

This is a Bodhisattva who has come down to earth to give money. Song Minghao has come into contact with many religions and sects, and he knows very well that no one can win money from gambling houses. Those who win money are trustworthy. Anyone who believes in it is not far from being a disciple.

Many gamblers saw others winning money and thought they could do it too, but ended up losing everything and losing everything. Could it be that the target was someone from the gambling house? He was moved in his mind and quickly asked the little spy a few questions.

"What is the background of the gambling shop owner?"

"It is said that he is a leader of the Cao Gang named Long."

"What's your seniority and who are you following?"
To be continued...