Lost and Spy

Chapter 754
June 6, morning, 26:8.

The cruise ship "Blue Tulip" flying the flag of the British Empire slowly docked at the port.

A large number of SH citizens who came to pick up their relatives and friends came early in the morning to welcome the cruise ship from Hong Kong.

Several Japanese spies have been monitoring the crowd, hoping to find something.

On the other side, there are several Chinese spies.

The two groups have long been "familiar" with each other.

Every day at a fixed time, they will appear in a fixed place, and they all know each other's identities.

Well water does not make river water.

The job of being a secret agent is not like what outsiders think, where you have to fight to the death as soon as you meet.In fact, most of the time, everyone lives in peace, unless ordered by the superiors, they must fight to the death.

Whether it is Chinese or Japanese spies here, they are all low-level spies. Who will control Shanghai and what the future situation will be are matters for the superiors to consider, and they have nothing to do with them.

This is the case with Toshihiro Kishida.

He has been in Shanghai for two years, was promoted once, and has not made any achievements. He is responsible for monitoring the port every day, and it is a luxury to change to a new task.

He insisted on this job, not because of his loyalty to the Great Japanese Empire, but because this job can bring him a stable salary, allowing him to send money back to Japan every month,
The economic situation in Japan is very poor. My wife, who has not worked for a long time, also went out to find a job last year to support her two children and her father who is already suffering from Alzheimer's disease.

My own salary can account for a large part of the family income.

Kishida Toshiho would not allow himself to have an accident, otherwise how would his wife and children's father live?

The last time he was occasionally transferred to arrest a military command agent, a gun battle broke out between the two sides, and Kishida Toshiho shrank to the back, fearing that the bullet would hit him.

As a result, he was severely reprimanded by his boss for this.

Not every Japanese is willing to die heroically for His Majesty the Emperor and the Yamato nation.

After a while, when all the passengers on the "Blue Tulip" disembark, their morning tasks will be considered complete.

Go back and report, and then wait for lunch.

Take a nap, there will be two more ships in the afternoon.

They will come to the pier again, work until 04:30, and then go back to report, and the day's work is considered over.

I was able to spend another day in peace.

"Old Fan!"

Suddenly, someone yelled, and the tone revealed a bit of viciousness.

Kishida Toshihiro was indifferent.

However, something unexpected happened.

Several burly men in bunts rushed forward and grabbed Kishida Toshihiro by the collar: "Fan Laozhen, you fucking want to hide when you see me?"

"Sir, you have misunderstood the person." Kishida Toshiho hurriedly said in pure Chinese: "I am not Fan Laozhen."

With a "slap", a slap fell heavily on his face.

Kishida Toshiho was completely taken aback: "You guys, what are you doing!"

Several of his companions also quickly surrounded him: "What are you doing, why did you hit someone?"

"Yo, is there any help?"

The face of the beating man sank: "Damn it, how dare you not pay back the money from my 'Wuyitang'? Who gave you the courage? Hit, hit me!"

Not only these few people, but a dozen big men suddenly rushed out of the crowd on the side, and they surrounded Kishida Toshiho and beat them up.

The surroundings suddenly became chaotic.

"Don't do it, don't do it!"

Although Kishida Toshiho was humiliated, he still tried his best to yell there.

"Ok!"

Suddenly, Kishida Toshihiro snorted.

There was a huge pain in his stomach.

Looking down, a sharp knife stabbed his stomach.

He grabbed a person beside him and wailed in pain:
"Save me, save me."

But immediately, he was hit again on the head.

Kishida Toshihiro fell to the ground.

"Murder, kill!"

Someone let out a shrill cry.

"Let's go."

Leading the beating, the man who claimed to be "Wuyitang" said in a low voice.

In an instant, the people he brought left the scene in a hurry.

"Lihao, Lihao, hold on, hold on."

In the ear, the voice of the companion came.

It hurts, am I going to die?
Kishida Toshihiro's sanity began to blur.

I can't die, I still have a wife, a child, and a father.

I want to live, I must live.

However, the signs of life are leaving him bit by bit.

"What's going on, what's going on?"

Several patrols showed up.

"He was beaten for no reason and then stabbed."

Kishida Toshihiro's companion hurriedly said.

"Where was the man who stabbed him?"

"Ran."

"Run away?" The policeman glanced coldly at the corpses on the ground: "Take all the dead and the living ones to the police room, and I will interrogate them slowly!"

Several Japanese spies were taken away.

Toshihiro Kishida is dead.

No one cares about his wife and child father in Japan.

It was nothing more than the death of an insignificant little spy.

Who cares?So many people die every day on the battlefield.

This is the case in Japan, so why not in China?

Bottom-level spies, who treats you as a human being?

Yuan Zhonghe witnessed everything that happened before his eyes.

That's the person Director Meng asked Mr. Jinghu to transfer.

Why is there still blood, murder?

Yuan Zhonghe smiled wryly, why bother.

Wouldn't it be enough to drive these Japanese spies away?
Passengers on the "Blue Tulip" began to disembark.

Group after group of passengers disembarked, either leaving by themselves or being taken away by relatives and friends.

Most of the guests left.

After waiting for a while, more than 30 foreigners finally appeared.

A total of 35 people.

The leader was a bearded man in his fifties with curly blond hair.

Yuan Zhonghe immediately greeted him with an interpreter: "Mr. Davis from Hong Kong Wanguo Commercial Bank?"

speaks English.

The bearded man speaks fluent English: "No, I'm Mr. Davis from Planto Bank."

"You came down late."

"Only five minutes late."

"But I heard that you foreigners are the most punctual."

"There are always exceptions, sir."

The code is correct.

Yuan Zhonghe raised his hands, and an unexpected scene appeared for "Mr. Davis".

On the pier, the coolies carrying sandbags, the peddlers soliciting business, and the unemployed vagrants who didn't look like good people all surrounded them.

"Mr. Davis" and his companions were taken aback, and some even put on a fighting posture.

"Don't be afraid, they are all our people." Yuan Zhonghe said immediately: "They are protecting you from entering the safe area."

"Mr. Davis" was relieved.

"The Zod plan starts, evacuate!"

Following Yuan Zhonghe's order, all military command agents began to act.

A group of spies took control of the periphery.

Twenty or so agents, obviously armed, watched the surroundings vigilantly.

What made "Mr. Davis" and his companions even more inconceivable was that there were more than a dozen policemen chasing some irrelevant people nearby.

"Who are they?" "Mr. Davis" asked curiously.

"Patrolling, the special feature of the concession, you are called the police." Yuan Zhonghe replied as he walked.

"The police also listen to you?"

"Yes, Chinese police, European police, and American police, as long as they are in the International Settlement."

"I saw a lot of people?"

"Yes, in order to protect you, we mobilized a large number of people. Together with peripheral members and auxiliary surveillance intelligence personnel, more than 200 people participated in the operation."

"God." "Mr. Davis" murmured, "Thank you so much."

"No, our director Meng said that we should thank you." Yuan Zhonghe smiled: "You have traveled thousands of miles to defend our country, if you lose a hair, director Meng will kill me .”

"Mr. Davis" soon knew that what the Chinese said was true.

From inside the pier to outside the pier, military agents can be seen everywhere.

As soon as they went out, the two smokers immediately threw away their cigarettes, stood up, took out a small red flag, and waved it vigorously a few times.

Immediately, two cars roared over.

"Mr. Davis" was a little embarrassed: "There are 35 of us in total. Some of us have a long-distance trip and some people have health problems. Let them go in a car, and I will walk with the others."

Yuan Zhonghe smiled again: "Mr. Davis, you are guests. There is no reason to let guests walk. This is responsible for opening the way for us. The car will be there shortly after picking you up. I just want to wrong you to be a prisoner once."

prisoner?

"Mr. Davis" quickly understood.

Six prison vans from the patrol house showed up.

Those who drive, and those who sit in the passenger seat, are really patrolling.

Especially the first prison car, which was actually the inspector Ross of Jing'an Temple's arrest room in person.

"Six in each van, please, Mr. Davies."

"Ah, I didn't expect that I would become a prisoner on the first day I came to Shanghai." "Mr. Davis" couldn't help laughing: "Sir, this is the first time I've been in a prison car."

In each prison car, two agents with live ammunition have been arranged.

Each had a submachine gun in his hand, and a machine gun was set up in the prison van.

"Mr. Davis" "tsk tsk" was amazed, how much energy does Director Meng have in Shanghai, and can he mobilize so much power?
Everyone got in the car.

The prison car immediately let out a sharp whistle and roared away...

……

"Captain, where's the prison car?"

The famous thief "Monkey" in Shanghai was caught by the police despite his bad luck.He looked around and couldn't help asking.

"Prison car? Fuck prison car, walk back with us!"

"Ah?" Guan Si cried out, looking at his handcuffs and fetters: "It's been a long way, you want me to walk back like this?"

"Where are so many fucking nonsense?" The patrol captain pushed the bicycle and connected Guan Si with his own bicycle with a rope: "Go, if you don't go, drag you away!"

It's really evil.

There were a total of two prison cars in the Jing'an Temple arrest room, and they drove away early in the morning.I heard that the prison van in the nearby arrest house was also seconded.

Such a large formation, so many prison cars, what kind of big case is this dealing with?
(End of this chapter)