Wu Chunyang got up and touched the back of his head, then looked at Hei Liu's head and frowned. He was really a master of action and could kill people neatly.

Hei Liu and his gang are weapons dealers, so there is no way they don't have weapons on them, and judging from their position, they seem to have surrounded the opponent, so they should be prepared.

But they still couldn't escape, which showed that the speed and cruelty of the other party's shooting far exceeded their imagination. What kind of person this could be.

He said seriously: "Section Chief, there is such a dangerous action expert operating in Jinling, we all need to pay attention to safety, especially you, Chief.

The last ambush was unsuccessful, so he might choose to take matters into his own hands and use the opponent's marksmanship and mobility to assassinate him, which might be impossible to prevent."

Zuo Zhong waved his hand: "I won't act alone these days, but I want to ask, apart from the opponent's movement skills, what else can you tell."

Wu Chunyang thought for a while and shook his head: "We can only see so much for the time being. The rest needs to be analyzed based on evidence and inquiries from nearby neighbors. Section Chief, have you discovered anything?"

Zuo Zhong pointed to the chopsticks on the corpse: "Go and take a look. You can also find someone to cooperate. I'll give you ten minutes. It doesn't matter if you can't finish it. Just go and help Gui Youguang wash a month's worth of socks."

Wu Chunyang's face turned dark. He squatted on the ground and observed the chopsticks for a while. He seemed to have discovered something. He quickly found a few agents to recreate the scene several times.

It wasn't until the fifth time that he said in confusion: "The opponent seems to be very short? The trajectory of corpse A's bullet tends to be vertical, but the trajectory of the wounds on corpses B and C is from bottom to top."

However, it cannot be ruled out that the impact was caused by the tactical rolling action. After all, on-site reconstruction relies on inference and lacks decisive evidence, so it cannot be used as an effective clue to guide the investigation."

Zuo Zhong was satisfied: "Well, it's impossible for the other party to carry four corpses and parade through the city. The crime scene is probably here. Someone may have heard the gunshots. Do you know what to do?"

Wu Chunyang's eyes lit up: "I know."

Ten minutes later, the agents responsible for searching the scene lined up in a horizontal line, each with a flashlight, and pulled the net to look for possible blood stains and bullet casing marks.

At the same time, good news came from nearby inquiries. Someone heard something like gunshots a few days ago, but the sound was not loud.

The other party couldn't remember the exact date. He only remembered that it was late at night and that it rang several times in succession. When he tried to listen carefully, there was no sound at all.

"silencer!"

When Wu Chunyang got the news, he sounded very sure. The Intelligence Department also had such equipment, but few were willing to use it. It was not very practical.

The function of a silencer is to reduce the deafening sound of gunfire by 20 to 30%, but the remaining sound is still loud and can still be heard clearly at a close distance.

Even if they infiltrate secretly, agents would rather use cold weapons than carry them. The battlefield is full of variables. Once a firefight occurs, as long as the other party fights back, the sneak attack becomes a strong attack.

At this time, the sound of gunfire is deafening. The silencer has no benefits except increasing the weight of the gun and reducing the shooting efficiency. It is only suitable in certain situations, such as killing people and silencing them.

Zhu Jisheng's yard is independent, more than ten meters away from the nearest neighbor. After using a silencer, the sound of gunfire will not be so noticeable.

Zuo Zhong nodded after listening: "Well, a professional agent with complete logistics. This kind of professional equipment is not easy to buy in China, nor is it cheap."

The special agent who came to report the news added: "We also asked about some situations. After Zhu Jisheng moved in last year, he would only come to stay for two or three days on Fridays.

Although he would nod and say hello when he met his neighbors, he didn't say much to them. The neighbors didn't know his background either. They only knew his surname was Zhu.

The house is usually vacant, but some people say they have heard a woman's voice, but no one has seen it with their own eyes, so they can't be sure."

The woman, the smell of perfume in the room, and the hair in Zhu Jisheng's military ID card matched each other. Zhu Jisheng had a trick, and he actually played the role of hidden beauty in the golden house.

However, we have just inspected the house and found nothing belonging to a woman, not even a single hair. There is something fishy about this.

"Blood found!"

At this time, a secret agent shouted in a low voice, with a very excited tone.

"Let's go and have a look."

Zuo Zhong and Wu Chunyang walked over and found the blood stain in the kitchen. An agent found a faint red color in the cracks in the bricks on the wall.

It was more than one meter above the ground. Even if chickens and ducks were killed, the blood would not be sprayed so high. It was most likely the scene of the murder and silence.

At the same time, there were many large holes densely dug into the wall. The mottled walls formed a strong contrast with the clean and tidy kitchen, which was very abrupt.

Zuo Zhong took a flashlight and shined it on the wall from various angles. The blood stains seemed to have been cleaned deliberately. The color was very light and difficult to detect.

If the searching agents hadn't been careful, they might have been ignored, but it was precisely because of the light color that the other party left such a sparse detail.

Zuo Zhong stood in front of the blood stain and thought, if this was the scene, whose blood stain belonged to Hei Liu who was shot in the chest, or B who was shot in the heart of the corpse.

At a height of more than one meter, only the wounds of Hei Liu and B are consistent. A was shot in the abdomen, and C was shot in the head. The height of their wounds is wrong.

From a psychological point of view, Hei Liu can be ruled out. He brought three of his men to find the other party. There is no reason for the boss to be forced to talk to the wall.

Then it could only be Corpse B. Zuo Zhong looked thoughtfully towards the kitchen. There was a table in the middle and a brick stove on the opposite wall.

If it was what he thought, Hei Liu was talking to the other party at the table, Corpse A was blocking the door on the right, and Corpse B was behind Hei Liu, then Corpse C was standing by the wall next to the stove.

Zuo Zhong walked to the stove, turned on the flashlight and carefully observed the wall. It was really interesting. It stands to reason that there should be oil stains on the wall here near the stove, but he didn't see anything.

He leaned close to the wall and smelled it. There was no smell. Could it be that the stove had not been used? But looking at the oil stains on the chimney, he ruled out this possibility. The wall had been cleaned!

Zuo Zhong thought for a while and walked back to the door. He didn't bother with the wall, but closed the door and looked for something behind the door. After a while, he stretched out his finger and poked the door, and the door was actually pierced!

Wu Chunyang's eyes almost dropped. When did the section chief become a master of martial arts? This door is made of old elm wood. It is very strong. It cannot be broken even with a knife, let alone poke it with your hands.

A smile appeared on Zuo Zhong's face, and he looked outside through the punctured hole. He happened to see a row of flower pots, but they looked a bit strange. There were four on the left and only three on the right.

He straightened up, clapped his hands, and walked back to Yantai. What happened was as he thought, except that this opponent was very cunning and destroyed all the evidence, but why was this wall so clean?

The bullet that killed the armor passed through the wooden door and hit the flower pot. The enemy found and recovered it, and filled the bullet hole with sawdust.

The warheads fired at Hei Liu and B penetrated into the wall and were recovered by the opponent, smashing the wall and destroying the crater.

Only the wall behind B was clean. Zuo Zhong suddenly shined his flashlight on the top of the wall. There was a transom there, and the big tree outside was swaying its branches, which looked very strange under the light.

Zuo Zhong squinted his eyes: "Chunyang, let people look for bullet holes in the trees outside. There must be a warhead there. This is called Skynet's sparseness and precision."

"yes."

After receiving the order, the agents climbed up the tree, used flashlights, and searched carefully on the side facing the kitchen.

Not long after, an agent discovered a crater in the treetop and easily pulled out the warhead.

When Zuo Zhong looked at the somewhat deformed warhead, he weighed it with his hands. It was not heavy, and the caliber was not very large. It was a bit like another caliber of the PPK, a 6.35mm bullet, used by the Secret Service.

It would be interesting if it were really a 6.35mm bullet. There are not many pistols using this caliber. They are basically German products. In addition to PPK, there are also pocket pistols produced by Mauser.

Take the Mauser M1910 pocket pistol, for example. This gun has very high reliability and unusually high shooting accuracy. At the same time, it is small and easy to carry concealed. It is very popular among women.

The missing woman was a very short action expert, suspected to be a lady's pocket pistol. Zuo Zhong held the bullet in his hand and had some thoughts. He raised his head and shouted: "Take the body back to the hospital."

Late at night, a group of cars drove into Renxin Hospital and carried out many corpses. After hearing the news, Ling Sanping came with students from the forensic training class.

These are the best teaching materials. The Intelligence Section has not been busy recently, and has killed many fewer spies. The training classes have even run out of fresh teaching materials.

While instructing the students to put the teaching materials in place, he was chatting quietly with Zuo Zhong, and the two discussed the plastic surgery part of the canned plan.

Ling Sanping said angrily: "Do you know how complicated plastic surgery is? It requires the assistance of other doctors. I definitely can't complete it alone."

Zuo Zhong looked surprised: "Are there not enough doctors in Renxin Hospital for you? Don't worry, the employees here have all had their background checked.

Not only are they fine, but their relatives are also under our control. If you need any medicinal materials or equipment, just ask us and we will take care of it."

"Oh, that'll be no problem."

Ling Sanping instantly thought of the many surgical instruments he had coveted for a long time. Since he was not the one who paid for them, he would just buy them all at once.

Zuo Zhong didn't know what he was thinking, so he pointed at Zhu Jisheng's corpse and said, "Hurry up and get someone to dissect corpse No. 1. He may have consumed toxic substances. I want to know the clear cause of his death."

Ling Sanping said nothing more and ran away with the students. It was a bit tight to complete the autopsy and poison identification in such a short period of time.

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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.

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