I encountered it once in the city when blasting and opening up passages. Zuo Chong was not wary of the Japanese again, and was preparing to treat the person with the same method.

But after the blast, there were strange gunshots and an explosion. He looked at the bookstore opposite and was worried, but soon someone waved at the window on the third floor and the scene was controlled.

He was relieved and asked the guide to notify the planes in the sky to stop the attack. If he was swept by a machine gun and took away dozens of elite spies, he would probably have eaten him.

The guide stood in the middle of the road, crossed the flags in the air, and the two planes waved their wings and flew towards the airport. It seemed that not only high school colleges, but also his friends were living.

"Chief, I'll go to the hospital first, my butt hurts a little." Wu Chunyang lay on the stretcher and was crying without tears.

It was really evil. Every time he was hit by a stray bullet, he was already very careful. Unexpectedly, this time he changed from a stray bullet to a grenade fragment.

Zuo Chong almost laughed and tried hard to express his serious expression: "Well, go to the hospital to recover from his injuries and take care of his health."

Wu Chunyang nodded, and was carried into the car by two spies. Zuo Chong sorted out his clothes. When the scene was completely safe, he walked towards the bookstore with a large number of subordinates behind him.

As soon as he walked into Qiuju Bookstore, he frowned. The power of the aviation machine gun was too great. A certain Japanese spy had no head, only slag left. How to identify the other party's identity?

You can't put a red photo of Shaqima on the Jinling Evening News. At that time, there will be more people scolding the secret service. I hope these people have documents on them and have not been blown up yet.

"Section Chief, a total of twelve corpses were found at the scene, seven were killed by machine guns, four were silenced by Jiang Jincai. Jiang Jincai finally fired a grenade and committed suicide, and all Japanese spies were eliminated.

There are three documents here, which were found from Japanese people. No personal items that can be verified by others were found on others. Jiang Jincai was blown away so that his corpse could not be searched."

A small spy came over to report and handed the document to Zuo Zhong with both hands.

Zuo Chong took it and looked at it. The three documents were all from several small departments. They were not important positions, but were all small staff members who ran errands. It seemed that these Japanese people were usually very low-key.

"I'll put it away, and someone will go to search the other party's office and residence later." He threw the ID back to the other party and asked again: "Was that woman named Yu Xueping also beaten to death?"

The little spy had a bitter face: "A woman's body was indeed found on the third floor. I don't know if it was Yu Xueping's. Fortunately, her face was quite complete. Should the old policeman come to help identify it?"

There is nothing I can do about this. Who knew that the Japanese's resistance was so fierce and prepared so well that they even had the grenade launcher. They could only let the Air Force clear the field. If they die, they could only say that she was lucky.

Otherwise, when you arrive at the secret service, what is waiting for her will be worse than death.

"That, whoever, go and call the old policeman over." After Zuo Chong said that, he looked up at the upstairs and said to the little spy: "Let's go, take me up first to see the body. Is there anything on her?"

The little spy introduced: "There is a wallet, and nothing else is found, that is, she has a butterfly-shaped tattoo on her left shoulder."

Tattoo? Butterfly?

Zuo Chong did not stop walking upstairs. Under the guidance of the other party, he walked to a corpse. A young woman had tight and fair skin and a pretty face, but the bullet holes in her belly were a bit scary.

In addition, the clothes on the left shoulder were scratched by something. No wonder the spies found the tattoo. He was still thinking just now when the intelligence department started to remove the clothes of the Japanese spy corpse.

Zuo Chong took out his gloves from his pocket and carefully observed the other party’s tattoo. It looked like it was quite a while, and even the ink for the tattoo had faded. Will a professional spy run to get a tattoo?

In addition to special tasks, it is best not to have any marks on spies. Some ruthless people have even dealt with their birthmarks in order not to find out their true identities.

This is the first time Zuo Chong has seen a tattoo with such a big fantasy. After looking at him, he turned around on the third floor, and then stopped next to the sofa in the middle, which was full of machine gun bullet holes.

There was nothing strange about the sofa. There was a scent on the strange sofa. This scent was very familiar. He had smelled it at Zhu Jisheng's house. Zuo Chong squatted down and sniffed it carefully.

He is very sure, it's this smell!

In addition, he smelled another smell, the smell of smoke, the very light smell of smoke. The people sitting here have a fragrance and a smell of smoke. What is the biggest possibility? Is a smoker woman?

Zuo Chong stood up and looked back at the female Japanese spy corpse lying on the ground. No, this woman had neither fragrance nor smoke, not her.

Moreover, before, the Japanese were the joints. Who could sit in the middle and accept everyone's attention? Only the person in charge of this intelligence team is qualified to do so.

It's true.

The mysterious disappearing woman, a short-sized operation expert, a pocket pistol used by women, is suspected to be the leader of a Japanese spy, and a shrewd and cruel Japanese female spy surfaced.

The woman in Zhu Jisheng's family is the leader of a Japanese spy, so she can kill Hei Liusi. In fact, Zuo Chong had already guessed about this matter, but there was no evidence at that time.

She first shot and killed Hei Liu and four others, cleared her traces there, and poisoned Zhu Jisheng to silence him, cutting off all clues, thinking that no one would know her existence in this way.

As a result, the net of heaven was vast and sparse. Zhu Jisheng, the love saint, secretly hid her hair, the bullet that flew out of the breath window, everything verified the cycle of the law of heaven, and the saying that retribution was unhappy.

"Did you confirm that there are no other women on the scene except this woman?" Zuo Chong asked the little spy with a serious expression. The mission was not over, and they had not found the most important Japanese spy leader.

The little spy said affirmatively: "There is definitely only one woman. We searched all over. A dark room was found behind the bookshelf. A secret room was found in the room on the third floor, but there was no one inside."

At this time, the old policeman was brought up. Before he could identify Yu Xueping, he was frightened to death by the bodies all over the ground. However, while trembling, he was sure that the woman on the ground was Yu Xueping.

After hearing this, Zuo Chong asked the spy to take him to see the dark room. It was indeed as the other party said, there was no place to hide people. The gun oil and oil paper inside should be used to store weapons.

The scene was so big, and the surroundings were surrounded. It was impossible for the female Japanese spy leader to disappear out of thin air. There must be a problem of being ignored. He immediately said, "Take me to the secret room to take a look."

The little spy led the way in front. The two walked to the door of a room and saw that the furnishings and layout looked like a restaurant, with many tables and chairs, and were placed in a mess.

On the wall opposite the door, there is a huge walnut cabinet. If there is any place to hide things in this room, it can only be it.

"Section Chief, the backsplash of the kitchen utensil can be removed, and there is a vertical and long secret room." The little spy walked in and took off the baffle. It turned out that there was something wrong with the cabinet.

Zuo Chong stepped forward and looked at it. Sure enough, there was a space. He intercepted part of the space in the restaurant and built it. In order not to be found abnormal, the width was compressed to the extreme and you could see the bottom at a glance.

There are only four bare walls inside and there are no items on the ground. Not to mention hiding a living person, even if you hide a piece of paper, you can see clearly, and it looks like you can give up this clue.

But Zuo Chong didn't give up. He put on his shoes and went into the secret room. As soon as he entered, he discovered that the mysterious woman must have been here, and not long ago, because the fragrance was very clear.

Although the air here is closed, the old taste is completely different from the new taste. He immediately asked someone to bring a flashlight and check the walls of the original restaurant without falling in an inch. Only this wall can lead to the outside of the store.

But after touching and touching, knocking and knocking, there is no problem with such a wall. This result made Zuo Zhong fall into doubt. He asked the little spy: "The structure of the secret room is very clever. How did you find it?"

"At that time, the cabinet door was half-closed and the bottom plate was not reliable. We came down as soon as we touched it. Otherwise, we could only discover this secret room when we measured the site area." The spy said gladly.

This was intentional. After hearing this, Zuo Chong had only this idea. If that mysterious woman was the leader of a Japanese spy, with the caution she showed in Zhu Jisheng's home, how could she forget to close the cabinet door?

But why do you do this?

Zuo Chong stood there thinking about the other party's purpose, letting the spy discover the room and search it thoroughly. What good is this for her? It has no meaning except wasting their time.

time?

The woman wanted to delay time, and in addition to the borrowed restaurant wall, there was also a place that could lead to the store. Zuo Chong looked up at the ceiling, and the female Japanese spy wanted to escape while the chaos was in the chaos.

The roof of Western-style buildings is equipped with a thermal insulation layer. Through the thermal insulation layer, you can reach any shop in this row of buildings. The left side asks the small spy to bring a stool and reach out to touch the roof.

But at the last moment, his movements stopped.

Wutong Street is usually very quiet, but today it is a machine gun and another explosion. In the end, even the plane came down and fired around. The evacuated guests were frightened and asked to leave as soon as the gunshot stopped.

The spies did not make things difficult for them. They gathered the guests together according to the rules, registered one by one, and took photos to keep the bottom of the photos, which was to prevent Japanese spies from hiding in the crowd.

This was a routine matter, but I didn't expect that just halfway through, a group of spies flocked to surround the crowd, and then a young man with sunglasses walked over slowly.

The guests whispered, not knowing what happened again, but they didn't dare to cause trouble. The few people who were knocked out had not woken up yet, so they had to stand obediently and see what the other party was going to do.

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Zuo Chong said: "The rest is (the author's words), right at the end of the article, changing during the day, with the same number of words, and you won't be deducted more money."

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I think from a biological point of view, life is almost like a poem. It has its own rhythm and beat, and it also has its inner cycle of growth and decay.

It begins with a naive childhood, followed by a rough youth, trying to adapt to a mature society with a youthful enthusiasm and foolishness, ideals and ambitions;

Later, we reached an adult period with intense activities, gaining benefits from experience and gaining more experience from society and human nature;

Finally, the fire of life flashed.
Chapter completed!