The Ishimaru Ichiro case ended quietly, Li Shudong and the sulfuric acid group were all executed by shooting, Nagano Satoichi left with a not-so-rich reward, went to Xiangjiang to reunite with his family, and then went abroad.

Zuo Chong had no idea about this. Intelligence work is composed of countless exchanges and choices. He can help the secret service catch Japanese spies, so why not give him a way out?

As for the death mailbox of Ishimaru Ichiro's confession, Zuoge sent people to keep an eye on him for several days without any gains. It seems that the Japanese have learned that Ishimaru Ichiro was arrested, and this clue has been cut off.

If Xu Enzeng is more trustworthy than Bai Wenzhi, he quickly allocated 20 radio stations and 200 operation personnel to the second department. The intelligence department gained the greatest benefit, two new radio stations and 50 elite troops in the army.

The secret service had no objection. If Zuo Zuo Zuo's main focus on solving the case, these things would be the same place, so how could they have the turn to drink the soup?

In addition, Director Chen also pinched his nose and approved Zuo Chong's rank of lieutenant.

Dai Chunfeng always felt that it was inappropriate for Zuo Chong to preside over the intelligence department with the rank of second lieutenant, so he solved it together this time.

This is running wildly on the way to Gongdelin. Zuo Chong still has to smile and thank Dai Chunfeng for his smile.

Keri's work is done step by step, but Zuo Chong became idle and skipped the shift early, which is quite a bit like a dragon's head but not the end.

However, he went to the medical office that day. It is said that Ling Sanping conducted a study, which would be very helpful for future torture, which made him a little worried.

You should know that the Secret Service will not only contact Japanese spies, but also underground parties in the future.

If Ling Sanping has developed something really amazing, what if it is used on someone with a weak will, will he be the culprit?

As soon as Zuo Chong entered the hospital, he looked around, but he didn't find any new equipment, which made him feel relieved, and then he saw Ling Sanping sitting there in a daze.

"Doctor Ling, what research did you do? It's so mysterious."

Ling Sanping opened his eyes and looked at Zuo Chong: "Secretary Zuo is a rare visit. Why do you think of the medical center today? The medical equipment I applied for with you will not be floating in the Pacific Ocean."

Zuo Chong was indeed hiding from him before. This guy applied for equipment worth tens of thousands of dollars at one time. This made Zuo Chong approve it, even if he sold it by pound, he would not be able to sell it so much.

"Well, Director Ling, you have to understand my difficulties. The expenses of all sizes of the Department seem to be small, but the accumulation is really too much. The funds provided by the Director of the University are just enough, so where can I have money to buy equipment?"

"Okay, but the medicine must be supplemented. I used too much when I was tortured by Japanese spies before. I said, "You can't stop working on the vital parts, as this will save a lot of medicines."

Ling Sanping seemed to have known the result for a long time, and when it comes to medicine, he just tried to apply for those things, what if it works.

After hearing that he no longer insisted on buying equipment, Zuo Chong was immediately amused. As long as you don’t talk to me about money, we will still be good friends.

"That's not said. Today you call the foreign company. You must prepare all the medicines. In addition to the monthly consumption, you also need to keep a batch of medicines that can be preserved for a long time." Zuo Chong was afraid that prices would soar in the future, so he could save as much as possible.

Ling Sanping didn't understand what he meant, but since his boss said that, he nodded to show that he understood.

Zuo Chong did not forget the purpose of coming today, and pretended to ask unintentionally: "Director Ling, it is said that some of the things you have studied will be helpful to our torture?"

After hearing Zuo Chong mention this again, Ling Sanping shook his head: "It's not what you think. I did a data analysis on the ability of Japanese spies to withstand this ability, which can help interrogators grasp the intensity of interrogation."

It turned out to be data analysis. Zuo Chong put his heart back on his stomach. This thing is useful and can indeed avoid the damage caused by interrogation. It is said that it is useless, and the purpose of interrogation is to cause harm.

Since there is nothing wrong, Zuo Chong doesn't want to stay in the medical office anymore. There is a morgue here. Every time I come over, Zuo Chong feels chills.

After leaving the medical office, Zuo Chong felt so bored.

It's okay that he doesn't want to see Dai Chunfeng. Chen Gongshu has already gone to Peking. As for his subordinates, seeing him now is like seeing a tiger, which is boring.

Suddenly Zuo Chong thought that his elder brother Ban Jun was also in Jinling. He had been busy with the case before and had no time to go. Now he could see him. He left as soon as he left. He called the Rou Dun Gui Youguang and a few guards. The brand new Ford sedan drove towards the General Taxation Department in a flash.

However, the secret service department, which has always been rampant, encountered a soft nail at the door of the General Taxation Department.

"What? Chinese officials are not allowed to enter without special permission?"

Zuo Chong couldn't believe what the guards at the door said. He felt that he was not in 1933, but in 1910, Daqing was destroyed. Do Chinese people still need foreigners to approve the entry of their official office?

Zuo Chong had a gloomy face, and looked at the arrogant white tax officials, and his heart was filled with sorrow. This is the so-called golden decade, this is the so-called party and country, and it is all dogs.

"This magistrate, the head of the General Taxation Division, is Lord Merle and Lord of the British Empire. Because it involves customs finance, if you want to enter, you need to apply to the General Taxation Division first."

The white man arrogantly explained to the left why he, an official in the Republic of China, could not enter the government department of the Republic of China.

Zuo Chong smiled, even if you let me in, I won’t go in. At worst, he would just wait for the Ban Jun to come out, but this shame made him angry.

The white man ignored the strength of the secret service, but there were no soldiers standing guard at the door. Seeing Zuo Chong's face was not good, a squad leader handed over a few cigarettes and explained to Zuo Chong.

"Sir, you can hold a boat in your prime minister's stomach. Don't make things difficult for us. We also follow the orders. In fact, we are too lazy to miss the British, but who says that you are eating this bowl of rice?"

Zuo Chong would not have taken his anger on these soldiers, so he nodded to him, even if he accepted his explanation. The squad leader wiped the cold sweat from his head and finally coaxed the master.

Fortunately, the Taxation Department got off work before waiting for a long time. The crowds of people walked out of the official office. Soon Zuo Chong saw a familiar figure.

Ban Jun came down from the office building with his briefcase and hunched over. Today, he was really not going well. Not only was he scolded by his boss, but he was also deducted half a month's salary.

But he did not regret it. I don’t know how many Chinese people would harm when the ship came in. His army was not a gentleman, but he could not do such a traitor.

As Ban Jun walked, he thought about how to discuss with his wife when he went home. After all, he lost half a month's salary and the family's expenses were high. If he didn't make careful calculations, it would be difficult to maintain.

"Old class!"

Ban Jun heard a familiar voice, raised his head and saw who was not Zuo Zhong who had not seen for several months. The resentment in the morning was gone, leaving only happiness.

"Zuo Chong, oh, why are you here?" Ban Jun walked over with a smile.

Zuo Chong held his hand: "Old man, brother, have you come to Jinling too? Unfortunately, I was busy with official business a few days ago and I was fine today. I immediately thought of coming to see you. I have been to see Hanliang before."

Ban Jun's expression was a little complicated: "Is that right? How is Han Liang doing in the Police Department? Alas, if I had known this, I would rather go to the Police Department than come to the Anti-smuggling Department."

Zuo Chong just saw him dejected and thought he had encountered something difficult. Now when he heard that the old classmate wanted to escape, it was not like the big brother's personality.

However, he didn't say much, and asked the guards to find a restaurant nearby. When they came, they would listen to Ban Jun's troubles. Maybe he could help.

Looking at the guard who was taking the order, Banjun looked at his little brother again. Why did he use the guard? He looked like he was from an army. Did Zuo Chong go to the army? Banjun was a little puzzled.

"Zuo Chong, where are you working now? Didn't you be an instructor at the police academy before? Have you been transferred to the Central Police Academic?" Ban Jun asked bluntly.

Zuo Chong pretended to be sad: "I still can't escape. Now I'm in the secret service office, I'm having a meal with Director Dai Chunfeng and Director Dai."

The ban army opened their mouths wide. In the yamen of Jinling City, who doesn't know the secret service? The secret service is in full swing in the past few months, and it's simply a terrified conversation.

"Why did you join the secret service? Alas!" Ban Jun slapped his thigh in a hurry. He repeatedly told him that the little brother had gone the wrong way.

Zuo Chong poured him a glass of wine: "Old classmate, this is a good thing. I am now the head of the Intelligence Section of the Secret Service, which is also my opportunity."

Well, what Ban Jun hadn't said was blocked. The section chief or the section chief of the secret service department, how long have they been working? Is Zuo Chong really the second generation ancestor?

For a moment, Ban Jun's head was a little confused: "Wait a minute, you will let me slow down, I'm a little dizzy now."

Seeing Ban Jun's appearance, Zuo Zhong laughed: "Haha, don't think about it. I am not a second-generation ancestor or a royal relative. I just solved several small cases after entering the secret service."

Ban Jun began to doubt his choice. Now it seems that whether he is going to the police system or the secret service office, it is better than suffering from him in the tax department.

Zuo Chong thought of his performance just now and asked, "Are you unhappy in the Taxation Department?"

Ban Jun did not hide it from him: "There are white people above and profiteers below, so I am enough of this errand. This is not the anti-smuggling department, it is clearly a smuggling department."

Listening to Ban Jun’s opinion, someone in the anti-smuggling department participated in the smuggling, Zuo Chong’s face was solemn: “Old class, please tell me carefully, what’s going on.”

Ban Jun whispered: "Do you know which products in the Republic of China have the highest profit and the largest sales?"

“Kerosene? Cloth? Grain? Steel?”

Zuo Chong talked about several products in a row, but Ban Jun kept shaking his head, which made Zuo Chong a little confused.

"It's the opium! There are too many people involved here, and I really don't want to do it anymore." Ban Jun said helplessly.

Zuo Chong's heart tightened, it turned out to be this harmful thing. But even if the anti-smuggling department doesn't care, there are smoking bans in the mainland. Can these opium be sold in and sold?

Then he knew that he was stupid. Who would smuggle opium without great strength? He was not afraid of smoking ban institutions at all. Maybe he was just like the anti-smuggling department, and they were just doing business together.

Zuo Chong and Ban Jun looked at each other, smiled bitterly, and drank a bit of bitter wine.
Chapter completed!