(The two chapters of yesterday were modified. I pressed the chapter name and downloaded again. There were a lot of words. Book friends who read them in the early morning should not charge any additional fees.)

“Mush…”

On the night when Zuo Chong and Guqi discussed, several gunshots rang out in the remote area outside Shanghai. People in the police room received a call to investigate, but only a few wheel marks were found.

An experienced detective finished surveying the scene and determined that this was a case of poaching overwintering migratory birds, and publicly stated that the public concession would not allow this kind of bad behavior of hunting precious animals.

This move has attracted praise from the public opinion community. A wise man from the Republic of China even wrote a poem for this and specially presented a mahogany plaque of "Natural Guardian" to praise the effectiveness of the police station work.

A few days later.

Hasegawa Ryosuke walked out of a magnificent French villa, looked up at the sunny sky, and couldn't help but admire the wonderful day. There was rarely such a good weather in Shanghai in winter.

He walked to the side of the road with a smile on his face. A black Buick 60 sedan shone brightly in the sun. This is the latest technology of Americans. The first choice for wealthy men in Shanghai to show off when they go out.

The price of up to 10,000 oceans brings ultimate enjoyment to the driver. The spacious interior space, Motorola car radio ① and heaters all highlight its uniqueness.

"ha."

Hasegawa Ryosuke walked to the side of the car and found a piece of dust falling on the car. He quickly lowered his head and breathed, took out a handkerchief and wiped it again and again. It was not until the paint of the car became spotless that he got on the car with satisfaction.

With skillful ignition and lifting the brakes, he drove away from this high-end residential area, and nodded to his well-dressed neighbors on the road, looking like he was quiet.

The people living here are either diplomats from various countries, or luxury figures such as business banks, bankers, and other luxury figures. They are not short of money and time, and are always so polite in life.

Of course, politeness is what people of the same class said. If the Republican accusers from later generations arrived here, they would probably even be beaten up by the patrol Red-headed Ah San, who had been patrolling, were thrown into the police room.

Money is really a good thing.

What else can a commoner from the countryside live such a life of a superior person? What else can you pursue if the empire and the locust cannot give it, so you have to rely on yourself to fight and fight for it.

Hasegawa Ryosuke rolled the car window halfway, felt the wind blowing across his face, and drove along the road towards the Shanghai Consulate. When he passed a traffic light, the car slowly stopped.

A telephone pole stood on the crowded street, with a snowflake painted advertisement on it. Someone tore a large piece in the upper right corner, and it looked a bit broken.

When his after-light noticed this scene, his pupils in his eyes instantly shrank, then he looked at the watch on his wrist, immediately turned the steering wheel and turned into a small street full of breakfast stalls.

Half an hour later.

Guqi, who was a pseudonym Laodou, held his hat and quickly walked out of the gate of a hotel. He lowered his head and wandered around the noisy crowd. He soon disappeared, as if he had never appeared.

Not long after, Hasea Ryosuke got into the car with a tennis bag, observed the movements around him vigilantly, confirming that no one noticed this place, and secretly opened a note with his right hand under him.

"Start the second step."

Looking at the orders and the heavy tennis bag, he thought for a moment and stuffed the notes into his mouth and chewed them, then returned to the consulate's office and began to improve the plan in his mind.

If you want to complete the task that Fat Tiger mentioned in a nightclub, timing is the key among the keys. Otherwise, not only will I not be able to kill Takaki Iida, but I will also take advantage of my own life. I must consider it carefully.

Thinking of this, it was the evening time to get off work. Hasea Ryosuke walked to an iron fence with his tennis bag on his back and shouted loudly to the busy staff in the room.

"Ono, open the door quickly."

"Hayi, Chief Haguchi."

The staff looked at him and found that the person was Hasegawa Ryosuke. He quickly ran to the door and bent down to open the door, saying respectfully: "I don't know you are coming, but the gun room has not been cleaned. It's really rude."

"Haha, Ono Jun, don't be polite. We are all students from Tongwen Academy. We work at the same time as our subordinates. After work, we are just ordinary friends. We should get closer in our spare time."

Hasegawa Ryosuke walked into the room, waved his hand in a grand manner, glanced at the half-opened gun cabinet and said, "Besides, I'm here this time. I want to ask you, a famous gun expert from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, for help."

"Please say it."

The man who claims to be Ono dares not be timid. He can't just listen to these kind words, but he can't take them seriously. There are not ten thousand graduates in the same library, and there are eight thousand. In the agency, official positions are still the first priority.

"The Type 94 semi-automatic punch gun just issued by the Special High School Class has a very low hit rate in operational shooting, which is very unfriendly for those of us who are performing service on the front line."

Haseguruke said as he pulled out a strange pistol from his waist and explained with a dark face: "This thing cannot aim at the enemy at all. It depends on luck more than ten meters. Please help me see it."

Ono smiled bitterly when he heard this. The masterpiece of the Southern Master was not qualified to comment on him, a gunman, so he had to bite the bullet and take the pistol back off the chamber, remove the magazine, study it for a while, then raise his head.

He said with some uncertainty: "Class Chief Hassea, this gun was originally planned to use phenolic plastic as a grip, but when it entered the production process, it was replaced with wooden to reduce costs.

Because the weight of the pistol increases, the shooting attention and arm holding ability of the personnel in the UHC class are reduced, so it is difficult to aim at the target. If you want to hit it correctly, you can only solve it by strengthening physical training."

“Baga…”

Hasegawa Ryosuke secretly cursed the old Wang Badan of Kijiro, who was the South. For a weapon, other performances are secondary. If you cannot aim correctly, there is no need to exist.

Since the 14th year of Taisho boxing gun, none of the firearms developed by the other party have been reliable. No wonder the army and the horses and Lu would rather fight with people with samurai swords than use pistols to go to the battlefield.

He suppressed his anger and took back the gun, decided to buy Browning when he went back, and then changed the subject and said, "Ono, for your help, how about going to the nightclub together tonight."

"Is this... OK?"

Ono Yan swallowed his saliva and asked with a little expectation. He had heard that Hase was generous and that it was best to go out for food, drink and have fun, but he was just a small staff member and had never been there.

As a result, Hasea Ryosuke laughed smugly and patted the other person on the shoulder: "I said you don't have to be so polite, so wait, I'll call the store and ask them to prepare beauty and wine.

Recently, there are several Izu dancers coming there. They both look and figure are very good, and they will never disappoint you. A real man must dare to love and hate when he walks in the world, and don’t be timid, hahaha.”

“Hayi…Hayi…”

Ono no longer was polite, nodded with a blushing face, and humbly led the other party to the phone. He stood by himself, fantasizing about a life of luxury, and then raised his hand to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

Hasegawa Ryosuke smiled slightly, knowing that someone was going to go into the water again, so he used wine, sex, wealth and energy to win over people, and he had to pass a number the next second and explained to the other party a few words.

"Moshimoshi, I am Haguchi. Please book a private room for me in the restaurant and then prepare the girls. I want to have a banquet for a good friend in the evening, and I must follow the best standards."

Then he didn't know what the other party said, but his eyes lit up as he listened. Finally, he said excitedly: "Nani, you said you found an underground party member, okay, I'll remember the address."

After Hasegawa Ryosuke said that, he covered his microphone and took out the key and handed it to Ono who was in a daze: "Ono, please go to my office immediately and take the work notes on the desktop. The one on the red cover is.

This matter involves important cases, and the relevant information can only be recorded in special documents. If someone blocks it, you will say it is my order and let them protect you, please."

Ono, who was eager to please him, turned around and ran out without hesitation. The gun room was not an archive room, and guns and ammunition did not need to be kept confidential. Besides, how could a super high school director steal a gun?

But the facts are exactly the opposite.

As Hasegawa Ryosuke listened to Ono running far away, he quickly walked to the gun cabinet, put on gloves and took out a Type 38 rifle, quickly dismantled it into a pile of parts, and opened the tennis bag under his feet.

I saw a barrel in his bag. He took out the barrel with a nervous look on his face, replaced the original barrel, returned the gun as fast as possible, and recovered the replaced barrel.

"Dadadada..."

At this moment, a sudden sound of rapid footsteps outside, and it was getting closer and closer. While judging the distance, Hasea Ryosuke calmly closed the tennis bag and checked whether there were traces just now.

People in the Shanghai consulate have received more or less intelligence training. Pay attention to the angle of opening and closing the gun cabinet door and the order of placing the subtle items. A slight negligence will lead to the failure of the plan.

"Class Chief Hasea, Work Notes."

A few dozen seconds later, Ono rushed into the gun room with the spies from the special high school class. The head of the class stood calmly by the phone, waved to them, and said with a smile.

"Yosi, you guys go out first."

After giving the order, he took the notebook, clamped the microphone with his head and shoulders, and carefully recorded the information. The people present turned around and left without noticed that there was something wrong with the matter.

Everyone knows that Section Chief Hasegawa is cautious and meticulous in his work. He secretly speculated in his heart that this must be a major case, otherwise this imperial intelligence hero would not be so careful.

The only one named Ono looked strange. He didn't find something wrong, but was worried that the other party would have to deal with official duties, so he would not be able to see the bright lights and wine of the Shili foreign market tonight.

This was obviously too much. Hassei Ryosuke never joked when he was in the flower world. He hung up the phone and took him and the special high school agents he called to the nightclub together.

That night, I will not return without getting drunk.

That night, undercurrents surged.

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Chapter completed!