The lights are on, and the hall of the general police room.

Xu Enzeng frowned as he looked at the police officers coming and going. He didn't know what was going on. Since the afternoon, these two Japanese devils have become extremely busy, and many armed personnel have gone out before.

He knew that Kuang Fu'an, John Kai Ziwei and others did not actually welcome his arrival, but there was no way. The real murderer who killed three Indian police officers must be found, otherwise his life would be difficult to protect.

"Director, why don't I go and see the situation?"

A spy asked in a low voice very considerately. After Luo Ma died, many people focused on the position of Shanghai Station Operation Captain. The senior commander of the first-level major station was naturally fierce.

Those with background will influence personnel appointments through upper-level relationships, and those with wealthy will use money and gold bars to open the way. Those who have no one and have no money can only work hard on their work and flattery.

"Yeah, go and have a look..."

Xu Enzeng was photographed very comfortable. Just as he was about to nod, he saw Kuang Fu'an and a group of Japanese people hurried in. Behind him were a large number of armed personnel holding documents.

With the arrival of the Japanese, he had already received information. The leader of the special high-level section chief of the Shanghai Consulate, and he was not interested in this because the combat against Japan was not the scope of the special agent headquarters.

What interested him was where the police station and the senior high school department head had just gone, where did the documents come from, and whether it had anything to do with Takaki Izuda's case. These issues must be clarified.

After thinking it through, Xu Enzeng rubbed his fat face, tried to make his expression look kinder, and then stood up to meet him, laughing a few meters away from the other party.

"Haha, hello, Inspector Kuang."

"It's...Director Xu."

Kuang Fu'an was startled by the sudden sound and almost pulled out his pistol. After finding out that it was Xu Enzeng, he suppressed his displeasure and asked: "Is there anything wrong? The case of the murder of the police officer is still under investigation.

Please wait patiently for a while. When there is progress, I will inform you as soon as possible. Come and pour a few cups of coffee for the brothers in the country. There is no strength at all."

He said something irritatingly, and immediately a small policeman ran away. Under the mountain of power, flattery is a common human nature, and the Spy of the Fruit Party and the Concession Police are the same.

"Uh...hehe."

Xu Enzeng pretended not to understand what the other party said, looked at the transporter holding the documents and said curiously: "I don't know where these documents come from, do you need Xu's subordinates to help?

Inspector Kuang, don’t be polite. We are all Chinese. We should help each other when encountering difficulties. We should not let outsiders watch jokes, nor should we help evil and become traitors that thousands of people call us.”

Everyone is a thousand-year-old fox. In terms of sarcasm, except for a little Wang Badan named Zuo, Director Xu has never lost. It is easy to take such a small detective.

Kuang Fu'an narrowed his eyes and stared at the other party for a few seconds and suddenly laughed: "Director Xu's words are reasonable. Unfortunately, these things are internal documents of the police station. I can only say thank you.

Don't worry, Kuang keeps his word and will definitely notify you if there is news. What I can tell you now is the murderers who killed three Indian policemen. We have found some clues."

Hasegawa Ryosuke seemed to admire the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, but actually he raised his ears to pay attention to the conversation between the two. The secret service is his parents of food and clothing, while the secret service and the secret service headquarters are enemies.

So in a sense, the agent headquarters is also his enemy, and he has to tell Fat Tiger about this. After all, without the care of the other party, how can he make so much money? As a human being, he must repay kindness.

"That's good, Inspector Kuang, please."

Xu Enzeng stopped when he saw it was good and gave up the road with a smile. After the police station and the Japanese left, his smile disappeared little by little, his eyes were full of questions. There would be no problem with cooperation.

These documents are obviously evidence. Could it be that they were found from Takaki Ioda's home and office? This is probably impossible. The Japanese consulate would never hand over the confidential documents to the British for processing.

Forget it, take a look at it step by step.

After a long time of thought, Xu Enzeng sighed and sat on the chair again, observing the movements of the people around him in the corner. It was soon early in the morning, and a policeman ran over seriously.

This person was holding a piece of paper, which looked like a document, which attracted Xu Enzeng's attention. What kind of work needs to be done so late, and it is difficult to speculate without intelligence, but it must be very important.

Thinking of this, he patted a sleepy subordinate's shoulder and pointed to the figure that flashed by: "Follow up and see where the other party went, and have the opportunity to ask about the contents of the document.

Please don’t be discovered by Kuang Fu'an and the senior high school chief. These two parties must have something to hide from us. Do it well. I am very optimistic about you as the position of the Action Captain. Don’t let me down. Go."

"Yes, Director."

The agent was awakened and shook his head to stay awake. He held the police uniform on the back of the chair next to him in his hand. He followed him slowly, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The policeman holding the documents did not pay any attention behind him. Who would have thought that someone would follow him in the police station? Besides, the people at the agents headquarters are a bit of waste, but they are also professional intelligence personnel.

Using professional intelligence personnel to deal with the police was like a cannon to kill mosquitoes. A spy successfully followed the other party to the door of an office and walked away under the gaze of several guards.

At this time, the police officer who was tracked handed over the documents with both hands and said respectfully: "Inspector, after identification, the fingerprints on the glass found on the site were confirmed to be Takaki Izuda.

As for the specific time of fingerprint generation you mentioned before, it is impossible to find out at present. We only observe from the microscope and naked eyes. We have not found any traces of other people touching the glass.

The glass cups are also very ordinary. Many shops in Shanghai are sold. It is difficult to verify them through the purchase route. I asked the brothers on patrol to ask, but there is probably little hope for this clue."

"Very good, you go out first."

Kwong Fu'an, who was tired, rubbed his eyes, quickly looked at the fingerprint identification report, waved his hand to let the other party leave, and the uneasiness in his heart faded slightly, and the possibility of frame-up could be ruled out.

When he discovered the safe house of Ioda Longxi, his first reaction was not to be happy, but to doubt whether all this would be arranged, so he asked the technicians to spend more time on physical evidence.

No traces of other people touching the cups are found now. This is good news for Kuang Fu'an, but it is not for Izuda Takaki. If there is no new evidence, this guy can only plead guilty.

“Is it fingerprint verification?”

On the sofa in a corner of the office, Hasea Ryosuke yawned a big yawn: "I've said a long time ago, no one will spend so much manpower, material resources are targeting a waste. Inspector Kuang, you are too worried.

Since we have confirmed, let’s report to the above. This will be a good thing for you and me. Don’t forget that the other inspectors are very dissatisfied with you and want you to make mistakes.

Early this morning, they will let newspapers from the Chinese and concessions expose the case, and then the pressure will come to you. If the case is closed earlier, you will be able to settle the position of inspector sooner."

Kuang Fu'an glanced at the other party, thought for a moment and nodded. This is indeed the case. No matter which country the case is placed in, who will preside over the investigation, the relevant evidence is enough to close the case.

He picked up the pen and lowered his head to write something, and said, "Okay, then please let Chief Hase sign the closing report later. What do you have to do with Takaki Izuda's handling of Takaki.

Mr. John Caziwei will most likely choose to handle the matter in a low-key manner and make a secret trial. In this way, even if the newspapers spread the matter, as long as the case is achieved, the public opinion will not pay too much attention."

Low-key handling?

Secret trial?

Hasegawa Ryosuke frowned, how can this be done? Ioda Takaki must die. Chinese people often say that they will not die by killing snakes. Ioda Takaki is a poisonous snake full of poisonous fangs and full of aggressiveness.

If he cannot be killed at once, with the help of the Matsumoto family, this person might make a comeback. Being obsessed with such a dangerous enemy is definitely not a pleasant thing.

He touched his chin and looked at Kuang Fu'an's heart. He could think of this, and this Chinese would definitely think of it too, so the other party would tell John Kaiziwei's plan.

Thinking of this, Hasegawa Ryosuke got up and walked to his desk, whispered to discuss with Kuang Fu'an. A few minutes later, the guy walked out of the office with a smile on his face and rushed back to the Japanese consulate.

Izuda Takaki, it's over.

When the two organizers of the case unanimously decided to do something, the prisoner would not die, not to mention that there were Shizhu Shetaro and Iwai behind it, and Zuoge and the Secret Service were fueling the fire.

With the careful arrangement of many forces, the newspaper revised the content overnight. After dawn, there was only one front page headline in the newspaper bought by Shanghai citizens, and the title was very eye-catching and thrilling.

"What do the Japanese do"

The simple seven words caused a huge response. On the road, in government agencies, trams, and in business, everyone was discussing the Japanese's concern for the body of the British king.

Moreover, it was not only the Shanghai area that was in trouble, but the news quickly spread across the world along the telegram. In an office building in Jinling, Dai Chunfeng immediately set out to go to Qilu after reading the report in front of him.

Lao Dai looked at his watch in the car and breathed a relaxed tone. Every day, the bald man and his wife would walk around the garden. He would rush over here and not affect the leader's daily routine.

He had to be careful. The bald man was supervising the war in the southwest a few days ago and came back a few days ago to recuperate. If he disturbed the other party, he would definitely be scolded. This is not good to be a spy.
Chapter completed!