Bai Wenzhi didn't let Zuo Zhong wait any longer, and called him on the third day. This old boy was ruthless for the position of Jinling Police Director, and had mobilized many years of connections, so he was so fast.

"Section Chief Zuo, my old brother happens to be working in the Military Law Office of the 88th Division. He found a reason why the records were incomplete and needed to be copied. He has already transported the things out of the division headquarters. Please send someone to take care of him."

Listening to his proud but distressed tone, Zuo Zhong guessed that the old brother had done a lot of asking for the benefits. This was very reasonable. After all, camp records were military secrets, and taking them privately was a serious crime.

Then he smiled and comforted: "Okay, let me tell you the truth. Lao Wen is about to die. Shangfeng intends to choose one of you deputy directors. Please contact Section Chief Yang about this matter."

"

The Ministry of Internal Affairs can speak well on this matter. Chief Yang has a wide network of contacts and may be able to help him find connections. If not, it doesn't matter with Zuo Zhong. It's because he doesn't have that kind of fate.

Bai Wenzhi finally thanked him and hung up the phone. Zuo Zhong asked someone to drag the records back, which filled a large truck. These were all the records of the 88th Division's camp in five or six years, and there were naturally a lot of them.

The large conference room of the Intelligence Department was cleared. There were piles of records taller than a person on the wall, with a huge blackboard in the middle. There were heavily armed guards outside the door. The place had been placed under martial law.

Zuo Zhong looked at Gu Qi, Wu Chunyang and the little agent behind them, and said loudly: "From now on, you will eat and drink in this room, you will be accompanied by guards when you go to the toilet, and there will be a quilt here if you are sleepy.

Your task is to check the target's activities according to the time track. Every time you find an item, record it on the blackboard. Wu Chunyang is responsible for the inventory work, and Deputy Section Chief Gu is responsible for recording and verification.

I need to know which year, month and how long he was out, what was his reason for going out, whether anyone else left the camp with him that day, his goals, and records of the items these people brought back."

Gu Qi and Wu Chunyang stood at attention: "Yes, I promise to complete the task."

Zuo Zhong looked at his watch: "Let's get started, hurry up and finish it as soon as possible."

The agents began to get busy, and the door was immediately closed, and guards holding Thomson guns stood at the door. This was an operational discipline that would be implemented during wartime.

From now on, the Intelligence Section must make every effort to deal with the enemy watertight and not give the Japanese any more opportunities to exploit loopholes.

Zuo Zhong walked back to the office and met Song Minghao who came to report. He brought back a piece of good news, and this news was related to the existing intelligence.

"Section Chief, I have inquired through my friends. There are not many arms dealers in Jinling City who are willing to do business with gangsters, because the risks involved are too great, and people in the underworld often take advantage of the underworld."

When Song Minghao said this and thought about the incident where they were robbed, he gritted his teeth and said: "However, there are also a few small gangs that are crazy and poor, who specialize in getting some broken weapons, repair and modify them, and sell them to people in the world.

Among them, there is only one Browning seller, and the leader is Hei Liu, with four people under his command. It is said that there are people from the military behind it, and they act arrogantly. You disappeared after the accident."

In the army, could it be Zhu Jisheng?

After listening to this, Zuo Zhong's expression remained normal: "You are responsible for communicating with the police station and the Cao Gang to find this person for me, and so will his subordinates. If you let it out, say that our Secret Service wants these bastards."

Song Minghao asked: "Don't you need to keep it secret?"

Zuo Zhong shook his head: "Let's find Hei Liu first. I suspect that he has been silenced. Using a gun with such obvious characteristics to act has made it clear that he is not afraid of being traced. Let's treat the dead horse first as a living horse doctor."

Song Minghao thought about it, and immediately left to contact the police station and the Cao Gang. Zuo Zhong's seven-day limit almost drove the gang crazy. The deadline was approaching, and even the boss Ma Tianchang personally took action.

As the largest river and lake gang in Jinling, the Cao Gang's strength when fully mobilized is amazing. Within two days, they got information about Hei Liu and set up an ambush in the place where the other party often hangs out.

Song Minghao was quite surprised when he heard the news. There really was a dragon and a dragon, a snake and a snake. The Cao Gang's efficiency in finding out information should not be underestimated, so he directly found Ma Tianchang who was watching the scene.

Ma Tianchang has really experienced the benefits of cooperating with Zuo Zhong. If he encounters any problem, he only needs to use the name of the Secret Service, and there will be no obstacle.

For example, his subordinate was arrested by the police station and was quickly sent out by the police. The eyes of other people in Jinling City were red with envy, but they had no backing.

Of course, he didn't dare to do those excessive things. Zuo Zhong's bloody warning was still in his ears, and now Caogang's focus was gradually on business.

Making money is much better than fighting and killing. At the same time, the Cao Gang needs Zuo Zhong's support even more, so when he heard that Chief Song was coming, Ma Tianchang hurriedly came out to greet him.

"Commander Song, I'm sorry to hear you coming from afar. Ma originally wanted to catch him and send him to the police station. Why did you come in person?" Ma Tianchang had a smile on his old face.

Song Minghao waved his hand: "Don't talk nonsense. Are you sure that Black Six will appear? How many people have you arranged nearby and whether they are armed."

Ma Tianchang put away his smile: "Hei Liu is a well-known gangster, but he is a filial son. He will not ignore me. I have brought fifty old brothers, all of whom have weapons and have served in the army."

Song Minghao took out a pocket telescope from his pocket and looked at it. He immediately spotted the Caogang people. These people were either standing on the street chatting or looking around. They were very conspicuous.

He frowned, turned around and said to Ma Tianchang: "You retreat immediately and leave this place to the people I brought. After you go back, you find people to go around the city and ask if there are any unknown corpses recently."

Ma Tianchang nodded, knowing that Song Minghao looked down on his group of men, so he walked out the door and made a gesture. The group of vicious and strong men quickly left the street, and the surrounding area returned to calm.

The sky was getting dark gradually, and the alley without street lights was very dark. A beggar was sitting at the entrance of the alley begging for money from passers-by. The passers-by flexibly avoided it. This was a slum area, and the residents were no better than beggars.

Time passed by, and the night got deeper. There were fewer and fewer people outside, and it became quieter and quieter. The only sound left was the snoring of beggars sleeping in their clothes.

"rustle."

When the moon hung high in the sky, there was a faint sound of footsteps. The beggar turned over in his sleep, muttered a few words, and continued to sleep deeply, as if he didn't care about the visitor.

A black shadow appeared at the entrance of the alley. He walked up to the beggar, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes. However, when the moonlight shone on the man's dirty face, the black shadow let out a sigh of relief.

The black men in Jinling would not work so hard, let alone lying on the ground with a stinking smell in the middle of the night. Even if they were squatting outside, these people would go back to their homes immediately after get off work time.

The dark shadow walked into the alley, walked to the door of a house on his feet, squatted down and stuffed a bag of things into the crack of the door, then got up and left without stopping, but when he reached the entrance of the alley, he was stunned.

The beggar just now disappeared, and the dark shadow couldn't help but put his hand into his arms, but before he could take out something, he was pushed to the ground by several strong men who jumped out, one of whom was the beggar.

The beggar plucked the black figure's hair, put his face under the flashlight to take a picture, and cursed: "Damn it, it's not Hei Liu, it should be that bastard's subordinate."

Black Shadow wanted to open his mouth to explain, but found that his chin was drooped and his hands and feet were unresponsive. This made him horrified as to who the other party was.

These people are definitely not policemen. The Jinling police are very dirty, but they are not so neat. I have been dealing with them for so many years and it is impossible to admit their mistakes.

The beggar stretched out his hand to inspect the black figure, and quickly took out a Browning from his arms. He pulled the sleeve and a bullet jumped out of the ejection port.

"He is really a desperado, and he is not afraid of being shot to death. Go and personally take out the package he just stuffed into Hei Liu's house. Be careful not to be discovered.

Take this kid back to the department, wash him, peel him and order some appetizers, I will ask the section chief for instructions before dealing with him, no one is allowed to act alone, you understand?"

"Yes, Chief Song."

The flashlight light came on, and the stinky beggar turned out to be Song Minghao. Before he could take off his disguise, he jumped into the car and drove directly to the secret service.

The trip to the secret service headquarters made him understand that money cannot solve all problems, only power. If Huang Dahu confessed to Dai Chunfeng, would Yichi Dahu dare to take action? I'm afraid not.

When he was young, Song Minghao was considered a fierce general in the intelligence department, but unfortunately no one appreciated him. After decades of hard work, he became a warrant officer. If Zuo Zhong hadn't helped him, he probably would have been a warrant officer.

Being stimulated like this, Song Minghao actually had a second spring in his intelligence career. This time he not only pretended to conduct reconnaissance, but also arrested people himself. He was determined to make something famous.

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Zuo Zhong said: "The rest is in (the author's words), right at the end of the article. If you change it during the day, the number of words will be the same, and there will be no extra deductions."

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A person has childhood, adulthood and old age, and I don’t think anyone would think this is unsatisfactory. A day has morning, noon, and sunset, and a year has four seasons: spring, summer, autumn, and winter. There is no better way than this.

There is nothing good or bad in life, there is only a question of "what is good in that season".

If we hold this biological concept of life and live according to the seasons, no one except arrogant idiots and hopeless idealists will deny that life is indeed like a poem.

past.

Shakespeare expressed this concept very clearly in his section on the seven stages of life, and many Chinese writers have said similar things.

It is strange that Shakespeare did not become a person rich in religious concepts, nor did he show much concern for religion. I think this is what makes him great;
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