Lost and Spy

Chapter 240 One Shot Deadly

Kuroki Asada straightened his clothes in front of the mirror.

It has been a while since I took office in Wuhan.

He is not only the director of the Municipal Office of the Japanese Concession in Hankou, but also has another identity:
Chief Supervisor of Hankou Organs.

Wuhan, as an important city in China, has always been a city that the empire attaches special importance to.

But compared to Shanghai, Wuhan's secret service is obviously not particularly conspicuous.

Kuroki Asada once wrote a report to his superiors, commenting in detail on the differences between Shanghai and Wuhan secret service agencies.

In his view, there are many secret service agencies in Shanghai and the competition is fierce, so no one dares to neglect.

And what about Wuhan?

There is only one secret service affiliated to the army, and there is no competition, and those secret agents live too comfortably.

It was also this report with a unique angle, coupled with the fact that Ichikawa had a really bad accident before, that made his superiors decide to let him take over the position of Ichikawa and clean up the Hankou secret service.

Today is the time for the visiting delegation to arrive. The task assigned to him by the Ministry of Industry and Commerce is to take the delegation to see the development of the Japanese Concession in Hankou in order to try to leave a good impression on them.

"Your Excellency, the delegation's train will arrive in three hours, and the reporters are already waiting for you outside."

"Okay, I'll go out now, and I must try to publicize the delegation's visit to the concession and the fact that the concession has made great progress."

……

Lying on the roof, Lu Qinghong assembled the 1924.

This is the perfect angle.

Beside him is the deputy shooter and observer Tan Xinyi.

Although the two of them often had conflicts and bickered, they would temporarily put aside these personal grievances whether they were training or performing tasks.

Tan Xinyi held up the binoculars and carefully observed the front.

The Bureau of the Ministry of Industry in the Japanese Concession in Hankou saw it clearly.

Many reporters have arrived, and these are specially invited by the Japanese.

I heard that a murder case occurred in the Japanese Concession some time ago, and a French detective disappeared, which greatly damaged the image of the Japanese.

The visiting delegation this time came under the banner of jointly developing the concession.

Therefore, this is also an excellent opportunity for the Japanese to repair their image.

However, they would never have imagined that here, the deadly muzzle had already been aimed at the target.

Tan Xinyi took out the photo and looked at it carefully...

……

"Whatever you do, you must dress neatly."

In the car, Meng Shaoyuan glanced at Nasri who was beside him with a numb and dazed face, and said with satisfaction.

At this time, Nasri was wearing a brand-new suit. At first glance, it was not obvious that he had mental problems at all.

"Look at me, Nasri." Meng Shaoyuan said suddenly.

Nasri turned around and looked at him blankly.

"What's on my face?"

"beard……"

"It's Rendanhu, what other features do I have on my face?"

"Scar, a very, very deep scar."

Meng Shaoyuan touched his face, as if there was really a scar on it: "What's my name?"

"Kiya Sakai."

"Why do you know me?"

"I was kidnapped and ran out...you, saved me...give me food, give me a gun..."

Meng Shaoyuan nodded.

He knew that the words he deliberately wanted Nasri to remember had already been deeply engraved in his mind.

A mental patient is extremely easy to be controlled by others.

And what I have to do is to tell him what needs to be remembered over and over again...

……

Kuroki Asada walked out from the Ministry of Industry.

The spotlights in the hands of those reporters flickered instantly.

Kuroki Asada smiled and waved, very cooperative with the reporters.

"Director Kuroki, this time the Japanese visiting delegation came to the Japanese Concession in Hankou..."

One question after another was thrown out.

Kuroki Asada answered carefully.

"Mr. Kuroki, can you comment on your predecessor?"

Suddenly, another question was thrown out.

That was asked by a French reporter.

Kuroki Asada had expected similar problems a long time ago, so he didn't look annoyed at all: "I have nothing to say about my predecessor, Director Ichikawa. He dedicated himself to the Japanese Concession..."

……

"True north, five downwards, found the target... Target confirmed..."

Tan Xinyi held the binoculars and remained motionless.

Lu Qinghong suppressed the bullet, opened the safety, and pointed the scope forward: "True north, five downwards, confirm the target..."

"Wind speed seven, correct two points to the left."

Lu Qinghong kept adjusting.

The muzzle of death has already aimed at the target...

……

"Go, you are free."

Meng Shaoyuan patted Nasri on the shoulder, giving him a strong hint.

Nasri didn't say anything, he opened the car door mechanically, and walked out mechanically...

……

"It is a rumor that the French were killed in the Japanese Concession because they were hurt by the Japanese."

Kuroki Mata is impassioned...

……

Kuroki Mata!

must die!
Standing in the crowd, Nasri kept thinking about these words.

Kuroki Mata must die!

He drew his revolver, as if no one was there.

A person next to him, turned his head to look, happened to see it, and screamed.

Unfortunately, his voice was drowned out by the noisy crowd.

Nasri was completely indifferent, pushed aside the crowd, and strode out.

"Kuroki Mata!"

He yelled loudly in English.

In an instant, the surrounding atmosphere completely froze.

Just less than a second.

"Kuroki Mata, you must die!"

Nasri roared and pulled the trigger in his hand...

……

Lu Qinghong pulled the trigger in his hand.

The bullet rushed out of the gun like lightning...

……

Heimu Matian fell headlong into a pool of blood.

In his heart, large streams of blood gushed out.

It's messed up, the scene is completely messed up.

The crowd screamed in terror.

Nasri fired three shots in a row.

The patrolmen rushed out quickly and subdued Nasri before he was about to pull the trigger for the fourth time.

He was firmly pressed to the ground, unable to move at all.

But he didn't care at all, he was still muttering in his mouth:

"Heimu Matian, you must Su... Heimu Matian, you must die..."

"Oh my god, this is Inspector Nasri!"

A French reporter recognized it.

All the spotlights flashed crazily at Nasri on the ground in an instant...

……

"retreat."

Lu Qinghong calmly disassembled the gun, still put it into the cello case, and then quickly left the building with Tan Xinyi.

Now, the people below are in a mess, and no one would have thought that the deadly bullet was shot from here...

……

Meng Shaoyuan smiled.

He watched Heimu Matian fall with his own eyes, and those people became a mess with his own eyes.

I had a sudden idea, which caused all this in front of me.

The Japanese will check, but what can they find?

a madman?
And the gibberish of a madman?

Or the so-called "Sakai Kiya" with a Rendan beard and a deep scar on his face?
Goodbye, Wuhan.

Meng Shaoyuan quickly started his car.

(End of this chapter)