Zuo Chong looked at the car driving down the mountain with a expressionless expression on his face: "Wu Chunyang, take someone to burn the tomb robbers, don't leave a grain of slag behind."

Take away all the bullets and shells that have just been shot, and the two guests will be arranged in the small courtyard of the tomb robbers. You must protect them well."

"Yes, section chief."

Wu Chunyang understood that the fatal injuries of tomb robbers were mostly in the back of their heads, and anyone with discerning eyes could tell at a glance that it was a execution, which was inconsistent with the description of the firefight.

As for these two Japanese, although they didn't know what the section chief's plan was, he decided to go back and emphasize the confidentiality discipline to everyone.

Looking at the numerous tomb robbers, Wu Chunyang felt that he should start to do it as soon as possible. So much garbage would probably not be burned until it was too late in the morning, so it would be troublesome to attract the villagers who were watching the fun.

He kicked Yuichi Sakamoto with his eyes closed and shouted to his subordinates: "Collect dead branches, then go to the car's fuel tank to pump some gasoline, and separate them."

There is nothing on the mountain, but there is no shortage of falling dead branches. In addition, the climate in winter is not so moist, and dry wood is the most suitable combustion aid.

There were many people and great powers, and high firewood quickly piled up around the tomb robber's corpses. Wu Chunyang personally took the oil barrel and poured it carefully.

After doing all this, he looked at Zuo Chong. Zuo Chong nodded at him with his arm in his arms. Wu Chunyang turned around and lit a match and threw it directly on it.

"Boom~."

The orange flame suddenly rose several meters high, Zuo Zhongxinshan couldn't see this scene, so he took Takigawa Futa and Lin Fuichiro down the mountain first.

Lin Fuyilang turned around and took a look. Under the illumination of the pillar of fire, a thick black smoke surged into the sky. He sniffed and almost vomited.

With such cruel pictures, fresh lives disappeared, and the world would not leave any traces. Then what would be his ending be? Lin Fuyilang was a little frightened.

Zuo Chong saw his fear. This was a good thing. He would be more careful when he knew the terrible death. He was instigated to obtain information. Zuo Chong didn't want to wipe his butt every now and then.

But Futa Takigawa didn't have much thoughts, just a success or a defeat. If they were the ones who won today, they would be the ones who were burned.

The three of them walked down the mountain along the path, but as they walked, Zuo Chong suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky, and stretched out his palm toward the sky.

Some white objects slowly fell from the dark night sky, and instantly melted in the warm palm, and a smile appeared on Zuo Chong's face.

"It's snowing."

Ningbo ushered in the first snow in 1934 on New Year's Eve, and auspicious snow indicates a good harvest, which is a good sign for nearby farmers.

It is also a good thing for the Republic of China, which is still an agricultural country. A bumper harvest of agriculture is everything, and it can better predict the prosperity and weakness of national strength this year.

Amid the roar of steel from major powers in the world, isn’t this a kind of sorrow? But the whole Goryeo only knows how to live a life of drunkenness and dreams. Who would have worked hard to build an industry? It would be better to step up the slap the bones and suck the marrow of the mud legs when there is that time.

However, without industry, there is no strong national defense strength. In the face of enemy invasion, one by one can only rely on young lives to stop it. The final result is to use countless unknown Yue Wumu to create a famous Yue Wumu, that's all.

Zuo Chong stood there in a daze, with a thin layer of snowflakes on his coat. The two Japanese didn't know what he was thinking, and stood aside and did not dare to move until Song Minghao walked over.

He drove away the Ningbo Police Station and was on standby at the foot of the mountain. When he saw Zuo Chong stopping halfway, he thought something had happened, so he came to see the situation quickly.

Song Minghao glanced at the two Japanese people vigilantly and whispered: "Section Chief, please wait in the car. This ghost weather will change as soon as possible."

In just a moment, the snow fell harder and heavier. The sudden strong wind wrapped the snow particles and made crackling sounds on people.

Zuo Chong woke up from his thoughts when he heard this, patted the snow on his body, and said with a smile: "Let's go together. It's not snowing so heavily in Ningbo for many years. Fortunately, Chunyang is quick to do things."

Several people looked at the mountain. Not only did the wind and snow not make the flames smaller, but the fire used the wind to burn the ground more vigorously, reflecting half of the sky red.

It doesn't seem that long, the tomb robbers will soon turn into ashes, and a rare heavy snow will cover up all traces.

This may be God's punishment for these tomb robbers. The treasure of the Chinese nation can only belong to the Chinese people, and the invaders will not end well.

"Heavy snow is not scarred, are you right?"

Zuo Chong said something and turned around and left. The other three hurriedly followed the mountain, thinking in their minds what his words meant.

When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, Futa Takigawa and Fuichiro Lin were arranged to ride in a car. Several spies stood outside the door and stared at the two of them.

Zuo Chong and the others got into the back seat of another car. Song Minghao closed the door heavily, isolating the wind and snow outside the car, and instantly warmed a lot.

Song Minghao handed over a handkerchief: "Secretary, wipe your hair. It's no joke that the cold air enters your body. This handkerchief is very clean even if you haven't used it."

Zuo Chong was not polite, and took it and wiped it while saying, "You Lao Song can live, what's wrong? Is there anything you want to ask me?"

When he was on the mountain, he had already seen Song Minghao's hesitation. I guess there were many people who dared not ask at that time, and he finally couldn't help it.

Song Minghao hesitated and said, "Section Chief, do you want to instigate those two people? But there are so many people at the scene today, what if anyone misses..."

He didn't understand why he didn't take the person back for interrogation. Even if he wanted to instigate the opponent, he could still keep the insider in a relatively small range. It would be easy to leak information with such a big fanfare.

"I will return it to you after washing it." Zuo Chong wiped the snow water on his head, folded the handkerchief and put it in his pocket, and took out the silver cigarette box.

He handed Song Minghao one, and he knocked on the cigarette box with the cigarette in his hand: "Your concern is right. Under normal circumstances, I should indeed instigate the rebellion in a more confidential environment."

Song Minghao immediately lit the lighter and sent it to Zuo Chong with the flames in front of him, and said in a puzzled tone: "Then what's the difference this time? Are these two people pretending to cooperate? Section Chief, do you want to kill someone with a knife?"

He could only think of this possibility, otherwise he could not explain why the section chief, who had paid the most attention to confidentiality, had to instigate the rebellion in front of so many people.

Zuo Chong put the cigarette on the lighter and lit it. At the same time, he patted Song Minghao's hand and explained: "It's time and time, and the situation is not constant. Lin Fuyilang values ​​face and honor the most.

If you want him to be obedient, you must smash his arrogance in front of so many people and let him understand that even if you kill Fumita Takikawa and I silence it is useless, and someone still knows about his scandal.

As for whether the secret will be leaked, not to mention that the people who came this time have carefully selected them. Even if they are exposed, what does it matter? Anyway, the intelligence of the Chamber of Commerce and the spy has been obtained, so it will not be a loss."

Song Minghao was filled with mist when he heard this, his eyes were full of confusion. After thinking about it, he finally shook his head.

Zuo Chong smiled and pointed to the Japanese car and said, "Old Song, remember my words, my heart will be different if I am not my race. I believe in this mole that develops by coercion, but cannot believe it all, and I cannot create true feelings between comrades."

Song Minghao was thoughtful. To sum up, Zuo Chong's words, he didn't care about leaking the secrets. The life and death of Takigawa Futa and Lin Fuichiro had nothing to do with him. These two people are just a tool, so there is no need to spend a lot of effort to keep it confidential.

This statement is a bit cold, but isn't this the case for intelligence work. Not only does it have no warmth and kindness to the enemy, but it is also true for some "companions". Good people cannot do this job.

When Zuo Chong saw him thinking, he smiled. He was talking in his heart. He was just a second-generation ancestor and a small profiteer. The information he could access was limited. He would not place all his hopes on these two people. The work still had to be done by the Intelligence Department itself, and the rebellion could only be used as a supplement.

"Ding." Someone was knocking on the car window.

Wu Chunyang, whose face was red from the cold, stood outside the car window, pointed to the driver's seat and asked him to come up quickly. The weather was really hard.

Wu Chunyang got into the car and sat down. He laughed and said, "The fifteen bullet shells and warheads have been recycled, and the ashes have been put on the truck. They will be thrown into the sea later. How to deal with their ships? Should we find an excuse to seize them?"

Zuo Chong waved his hand: "Don't move that ship, they will leave naturally until they can't wait for people, and they have to send back the information about the tomb robbers' escape.

Let’s go and let the people below arrange the duty work. You go home with me and have the New Year’s Eve dinner together. Tomorrow you will play a big show with me."

Speaking of this, Zuo Chong seemed to have thought of something interesting, and his smile became brighter. Wu Chunyang looked at Song Minghao, and Song Minghao shook his head. He didn't understand what the section chief was saying.

Seeing Zuo Chong not saying anything, Wu Chunyang rolled down the car window and shouted outside: "Go back to the city."

The screams drifted far in the wind and snow. The convoy roared towards Ningbo City. Xiaoguan Mountain slowly returned to its former silence. Snowflakes fell on the scorching charcoal and turned into water. Another mist of water evaporated, but countless later generations fell one after another, and a layer of white snow quickly accumulated on the ground.

The heavy snow covered the sin and the ancient tomb buried deep underground. Perhaps only when the sun rises again and the light returns to the earth will these unknown secrets reveal a trace.

When the car drove into Ningbo City, Zuo Chong was surprised to find that the streets were filled with people smiling, children playing snowball fights, and adults looked at the sky with their hands behind their backs, looking forward to a good harvest for the coming year.

The spies seemed to be infected by this atmosphere, and their expressions became vivid from the previous gloomyness, and they were whispering something.

The convoy automatically disbanded at an intersection and merged into the complex streets and alleys. The left-heavy car circled several times and finally stopped at the door of the Zuo Mansion.

After getting off the car, Zuo Chong was surprised to find that the whole family was waiting for him at the door, including He Yijun and Gui Youguang. Under the wind and snow, everyone's smiles looked particularly warm under the lights.
Chapter completed!