It is not difficult to find a left-handed adult male within a relatively fixed range, excluding the elderly, weak, sick, women and children.
Theoretically, women cannot be completely excluded, but men are more likely to be affected.
After locking the target, Liu Wenlong sent people to monitor him for a period of time and found that Ah Shui had no unusual behavior. He went to and from get off work every day, and stayed on the line at two o'clock.
Generally speaking, after the assassination operation is over, the participants enter a dormant period to avoid exposing flaws during the enemy's investigation. This is the same for agents all over the world, regardless of whether they are American, Japanese, Kuomintang or Communist.
The dormant period can be long or short, ranging from ten days and a half to a year and a half.
It is impossible for the Secret Service to focus on one case and keep an eye on a low-level ordinary operator day and night.
After weighing the pros and cons, Gao Kejian adopted Liu Wenlong's suggestion - don't wait, start arresting people!
Entering the interrogation room, even the Iron Man could not bear it. Within the Secret Service, torture has always been regarded as the most effective method to deal with rebels.
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Ah Shui is indeed left-handed.
He used his left hand to do everything.
For example, right now, he is holding an umbrella with his left hand.
The young man who stopped him said, "Come from the Secret Service Department, come with us."
"What's the secret service department? I haven't broken any laws..."
Ah Shui muttered.
The agent sneered: "Whether it's illegal or not, you know it yourself! Daping, put cuffs on him."
The special agent named Daping took off the handcuffs from his waist.
At this time, Zhao Yuru was already approaching. Seeing this scene, she couldn't help but be secretly surprised, and her steps slowed down involuntarily.
It had just rained and there were few people on the street. Her actions seemed to be directed at Ah Shui.
Daping became suspicious and looked Zhao Yuru up and down.
Zhao Yuru's reaction was quite astute. When she realized that the secret agent had noticed her, she naturally stopped a vendor hawking along the street: "Uncle, how much does a pound of apple pears cost?"
"Five cents a pound."
"Is it sweet?"
"It's so sweet."
"Buy a few and try them..."
"Girl, you can buy it with confidence. I won't lie to you. The apples and pears I grow at home are large, thin-skinned and juicy. One bite is so sweet that your teeth will fall..."
The merchant put down the burden on his shoulders.
Zhao Yuru squatted down and carefully selected the apples and pears in the basket.
Only then did Daping retract his gaze.
…
Qi Yue drove a car into Huifang Lane.
Wang Liansheng fixed his messy hair in the rearview mirror.
"Team Leader Wang, which one are you going to?"
"Still water flows deep, book residence."
"Haha, the name sounds quite elegant."
"I don't understand what is elegant or not. You girls are so handsome. I read a poem first when I walked in. There was a bright moonlight in front of the bed and two pairs of shoes on the floor. Oh my, my face turned red when I heard it..."
"..."
"You must like this tune. How about we go in and sit down together?"
"No, I have something to do later."
"Are you looking for your sweetheart? Hehe."
"right."
"Then I won't be polite to you."
The car slowly stopped on the street.
Wang Liansheng got out of the car and walked to the door of Jingshui Shenliu Apartment. He didn't rush in, lit a cigarette, and looked around aimlessly.
At this time, Daping was ready to handcuff Ah Shui.
——Instead of enduring torture that is worse than death, it is better to take a chance!
Ah Shui thought so in his heart and acted the same way. He pretended to be anxious and glanced at the fat man standing on the street.
The agent paid attention to Ah Shui's every move and immediately followed his gaze.
The fat man standing on the street - Wang Liansheng was completely unaware of this. He didn't recognize Ah Shui.
In fact, Ah Shui didn't know him either.
This is just to distract the agents.
Ah Shui suddenly took action without any warning, kicked Da Ping in the stomach, picked up his umbrella and hit another agent hard on the head.
There was a car parked on the street, and there were two secret agents in the car. Seeing this, they immediately opened the door and got out of the car.
Ah Shui ran away.
He has been in Binjiang for more than half a year, and he is very familiar with the terrain in this area. Under the cover of night, as long as he runs fast enough, he has a chance to escape.
Daping sat up from the ground and was kicked in the stomach. He grinned in pain and was so angry that he fired a shot without even thinking about it.
The bullet grazed Ah Shui's scalp and flew out.
A total of four special agents came today, led by a team leader named Huang from the action team. He quickly shouted: "If you want to survive, don't shoot indiscriminately!"
The sound of gunshots startled Wang Liansheng.
Instinctively, he reached for the gun in his waist, but only found an empty holster. He was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that he had forgotten the gun in Qi Yue's car.
Qi Yue immediately stopped the car when he heard the sound of gunshots. Using the light of the street lights, he recognized that the people chasing after Ah Shui were the people from the Secret Service Division.
"Qi Yue, give me the gun!"
Wang Liansheng ran over wheezing.
Qi Yue glanced at the southern-style pistol and suddenly had a vague idea in his mind. He didn't have a clue on how to do it specifically.
However, subconsciously he felt that he should do something. He didn't have time to think about it. He quickly unloaded the magazine of the Southern-style pistol in the car with one hand, ejected a bullet and held it in the palm of his hand, and then put the magazine back.
"Give me the gun!"
Wang Liansheng had already run closer.
Qi Yue handed the southern-style pistol out of the car window: "What's going on?"
Wang Liansheng took the gun, turned on the safety of the pistol, and loaded the bullet with a click: "It seems to be someone from your special service department. That man must be a rebel. We must stop him and not let him escape!"
"Someone from the Secret Service Division?"
Qi Yue immediately got out of the car and looked carefully for a while: "It's really..."
Ah Shui was about to get into a nearby alley.
Wang Liansheng raised his pistol and shouted: "Stop! If you run away again, I'll shoot!"
Qi Yue also took out his pistol.
Because of the vassal relationship between the two parties, the Puppet Manchukuo purchased arms mainly from Japan, and the police guns mainly used the Japanese army's standard pistol, the Southern Style.
The Secret Service Division is equipped with different weapons than other police types. They use Type 94 pistols.
The Type 94 and the Nanbu Type are of the same origin, and were designed by designer Nanbu Rinji. They use 8mm pistol ammunition. The difference is that the former is smaller, easier to carry, and suitable for use by agents.
The quality of these two guns is average, and malfunctions occur frequently during use - poor penetration, the firing pin is easy to break, jams, and the magazine falls off during shooting.
Therefore, the Secret Service was privately equipped with the Walter P38, and the sidearms of a few senior officers were the small and exquisite Browning 1911.
Therefore, the Secret Service has two guns.
A Japanese style 94.
A German-made Walter P38.
There is actually no way to change the standard gun. This is mainly determined by the nature of the job - agents need weapons with better performance.
Before getting out of the car, Qi Yue pressed the southern-style pistol bullet into the 94 pistol.