My years of espionage

Chapter 535 Arrest
270 Seven, Melsea Road.

Lu Xingge took one of his men to buy fruit at a fruit stand a little far from the office.

He pressed his peaked cap and secretly observed the surrounding situation.

He followed Zheng Lijun's order and ventured here to observe the situation, fearing that some brothers who would not be notified in time would stray in.

"Team leader, the situation is not good." The subordinate said softly.

Lu Xingge nodded. Although the people in the Shanghai Special High School were well concealed, he still saw the clues. For example, the two people who were more than thirty steps ahead on the left were reading a newspaper, but they never turned the page. Light glanced around from time to time.

Apparently, the entire No. 270, [-] Melsea Road, was completely surrounded by the Japanese.

Noticed that one of the Rites who read the newspaper had already cast a suspicious look at them.

"Let's go, let's stay away." Lu Xingge bought a bag of oranges and said in a low voice.

……

The two of them had just walked away when they saw a rickshaw parked at the door of No. 270, [-] Melsea Road. A man in a suit and leather shoes and a top hat got out of the car and walked straight into the stairs.

"It's the station master." The subordinate exclaimed.

Side ye!
Lu Xingge scolded anxiously in his heart, why did the station master Zheng Weilong come here?Hadn't he been notified to evacuate long ago?
He was about to go up to save people, when he saw the Shanghai special high school agents who had been waiting nearby suddenly move, and these people secretly approached the corridor entrance in a fan shape.

"Mom, mother!" Lu Xingge's face changed drastically, and he looked around, and there were other special high-level agents waiting for him.

"Withdraw!" Lu Xingge gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.

The two quickly evacuated and came to a place two alleys away from No. 270, [-] Melsia Road. Lu Xingo came to a telegraph hall, threw a piece of French currency, picked up the microphone and asked for the number of the police station.

"I report that No. 270, Melsea Road, is the den of Jiangyang robbers. They have robbed the money and are dividing up the spoils. Come and arrest people, and run away when it is too late."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone, and Lu Xingge led his men, turned around and left.

……

No. 270, Melsea Road, Shanghai Station Office of the Secret Service.

A larger room serves as a conference room.

At this moment, Zheng Weilong was tied up and his mouth was blocked.

Along with Zheng Weilong, there were three other people who were tied up. They were the left-behind staff of the office.

Zheng Weilong's eyes widened, and he looked at Ruan Zhiyuan who was standing beside the Japanese with hatred and puzzlement.

He never dreamed that Ruan Zhiyuan would commit suicide and treason, especially when he had just made great contributions.

Araki Harima looked at the time on his watch and frowned.

"Mr. Ruan, are you sure the meeting will be held at [-]:[-] in the morning?"

"Araki-kun, that's right, the meeting was scheduled for a quarter past eight."

Araki Harima shook his head slightly. It was already quarter to eight in the morning, but only Zheng Weilong, the station manager of Shanghai Station, and a high-level executive from Shanghai Station arrived at the office.

"There is a problem." Cao Yu said from the side, "There is no reason why the station master has arrived, but the subordinates have not arrived yet."

Araki Harima nodded with a gloomy expression, there must be something wrong, most likely leaked the news.

He looked at Ruan Zhiyuan.

Ruan Zhiyuan was terrified, and hurriedly said, "Mr. Araki, Ruan's loyalty to the Great Japanese Empire can be learned from heaven and earth."

As he spoke, he pointed to the bound Zheng Weilong, "If the news got out, Zheng Weilong wouldn't be able to come here."

"Wait a little longer." Araki Harima nodded, what Ruan Zhiyuan said was not unreasonable.

……

Zheng Weilong looked at Ruan Zhiyuan angrily. At the same time, he also had a guess in his heart:
The phone call from home in the morning is most likely a warning call.

The most likely is to use code words to warn.

But that stupid woman at home didn't take it seriously, let alone wake herself up.

Only in this way did he foolishly throw himself into the trap.

At this moment, the sound of chaotic footsteps came from the corridor.

Araki Harima's expression changed.

The special high-level agents immediately dispersed, and all raised their guns to aim at the door.

The door of the 'meeting room' was knocked open.

"Araki-kun, it's the patrol room. The people from the patrol room are here." It was a special high-level special agent who rushed in and said out of breath.

At this moment, a large number of policemen and scouts rushed in from the police station in the French Concession with their guns raised.

"Put down your weapons!" The inspector who led the team glanced at the few people who were tied up and more than a dozen armed men with short guns in their hands, and believed in the alarm call even more in his heart.

Sure enough, Jiangyang bandits committed crimes.

The person glanced: Where is the stolen goods?
……

"I got it." Old Huang Gudong took a sip of rice wine, pinched a peanut and put it in his mouth, "No. 270, Melsea Road."

"Just an hour ago, Japanese agents surrounded this place and captured four people."

"Do you know who is being arrested?" Cheng Qianfan asked immediately.

"Someone called the police, saying that there were mobs at No. 270, Melsea Road [-], and the police station sent people there, and they collided with the Japanese." Lao Huang shook the bottle, his drunken eyes looked vigilantly Looking at the situation outside.

"It was Araki Harima who led the special high school team. This person reported himself as his family and had an arrogant attitude. He asked the police to evacuate and allowed him to arrest people and leave. A confrontation occurred between the two sides."

"The patrol room won't agree." Cheng Qianfan said softly.

Special high school agents carried weapons and entered the French Concession in broad daylight to arrest people. If they were not caught by the police, they would naturally turn a blind eye and close one eye. Now they directly hit them. The proud French can't lose this face. They will not let them arrest people and leave.

"Yes, the patrol room believed that the Japanese were arresting citizens, but Araki Harima firmly stated that the arrested person was an agent of the Shanghai Station of the National Government Lixingshe Secret Service, and asked someone to identify one of them in person as Zheng Weilong, the station chief of the Shanghai Station. "

"It's Ruan Zhiyuan, the traitor to the enemy!"

"It should be him." Lao Huang nodded. "The two sides were at a stalemate. The patrol room sent reinforcements, and Lieutenant Marley from the Political Department also passed."

"In the end, the Japanese were forced to compromise. They agreed that people could be taken away by the police station, but they asked to participate in the interrogation." Lao Huang said.

"Both sides take a step back. The French don't dare to completely offend the Japanese, and the Japanese don't dare to completely turn against the French." Cheng Qianfan nodded and said, but a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Lao Huang understood the meaning of this sneer. Although it seemed that both sides took a step back, the Japanese entered the French Concession with weapons to arrest people, which in itself violated the criminal regulations of the French Concession.

According to the law, it should be the patrol room that disarms and arrests the people in the super high class, and then asks the Japanese diplomatic agency to release them on bail.

Not to mention agreeing to the participation of the Japanese in joint interrogations.

In a word, Shanghai is now dominated by the Japanese, and the French can only try their best to save a little bit of pitiful face, not daring to offend the Japanese.

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