In the early morning, Liu Dabozi of the Special Branch of the police station was a little restless when he went to work. He always felt that something was going to happen, so before going out, he worshiped God at home.
In these days, those who are traitors are afraid of retribution. Ever since the Japanese occupied the Northeast, those patriots have gone crazy. Some burned Japanese flags in front of the government, some attacked Japanese military police in the middle of the night, some killed traitors, and others
Some of them worked exclusively with the Japanese, and did not do any big things, but risked their lives to find Japanese businessmen and Japanese civilians to vent their anger.
But Liu Dabo also understood that the Japanese occupation of Northeast China did not do any good. A few days ago, a mine was discovered in the countryside. Because of the mining, there was a conflict with the villagers. People said that the location of the mine was an ancestral grave and they were not allowed to dig it.
The result? All the people in the village had their household registration canceled, even the children in their arms were not spared.
Half a month ago, it was even worse. When a Japanese military police patrolled the village looking for trouble with a guy taking a bath, he took the photo of a pickled cabbage vat. The villagers refused to let him go and started a quarrel. When the girl in the house came out to see what was going on, she entered the Japanese
In human eyes, the villagers were killed with one shot, and the girl was raped in the courtyard, in front of the whole village, young and old.
Who dares to move?
How many people in the village dare to risk their lives when the whole village is attacked with long guns and short cannons?
Isn't this the same as being a traitor? It's all about living.
He is quite good at making excuses for himself, that's what he usually advises him anyway, not to mention that now he is well clothed and well-fed every day, and in addition to his three wives at home, he also has a fourteen-year-old daughter-in-law.
Liu Dabo entered the police station and was getting ready to work. When he opened the door of the office, he saw a man in a police uniform standing in front of his desk and looking through his documents. At that moment, he was stunned for a second, but he saw this man.
With the police uniform on his body, doesn’t he look like an ordinary police officer?
He asked: "Who are you?"
The man turned around with a simple smile on his face: "You're back?"
"Sit down quickly."
This attitude doesn't seem like he's meeting the leader, it's like trying to break into someone's door and lock it.
Liu Dabo went around to the desk and sat down, with a puzzled look on his face: "Who are you?"
"Ah, that's what happened. My name is Xu Ruifeng, and my wife's name is Wen Wan. She is pregnant. When I was shopping yesterday, I found someone following her. I was afraid of scaring the child, so I didn't say anything. I have settled my wife, so I followed her all the way.
When that kid entered the police station, he entered your office. Why don't I come and ask if there is any misunderstanding?"
At first glance, this seems like a reasonable question. They are all colleagues, and they are here to ask if there is any misunderstanding. But in fact, it is not the case at all. You, an ordinary patrol patrolman, dare to enter the office of the chief of the Secret Service Section to look through documents.
, and you also ask why someone is following your wife. Is this what you should ask?
Why don't you do some anti-tracking!
"Who are you?"
Liu Dabao didn't answer a word, he deliberately kept his mind open and asked the question.
"Don't tell me anymore, my name is Xu Ruifeng."
Xu Ruifeng?
Liu Dabi lowered his head, why did he find this name so unfamiliar?
"My friends in the martial arts world also call me the left-handed pistol king."
Left-handed pistol king?
The number one killer in North Manchuria!
Liu Dapiao raised his head again, and saw a bright silver Browning 1899 facing him. Xu Ruifeng very cleverly blocked the gun with his body position. Looking from the outside, he and his subordinates reported to Liu Dapiao.
Seems like.
"Don't get excited. You just got the gun and you're not familiar with it. It's easy to misfire."
When Xu Ruifeng said these words softly, Liu Dabao was trembling in his heart. He was breaking into the police station alone. Who could be so calm and draw a gun in the office of the chief of the Secret Service and still talk in a chatting manner?
"It takes so much effort to make a sound and ask a question."
"Ah...ah."
Liu Dabao agreed.
"Hurry up, why are you following my wife?"
Liu Dabozi replied: "The imperial army has a surveillance vehicle that can capture the radio waves of the transmitter. Any unregistered transmitter can lock the general area as long as it sends a report. We have locked several targets in the Wafangdian area."
If there is a key observation object, people will be sent to follow it at a fixed point."
This is not a big deal.
Xu Ruifeng suddenly felt that he had come here a bit recklessly, but how could a charlatan killer have such careful thinking?
"What if we can't find out?"
"If we can't find it out, we won't do it. What else can we do?"
Xu Ruifeng thought of the businesses introduced by the middlemen. The targets of assassinations were either ordinary students or ordinary workers. The prices offered were surprisingly high. That kind of money could usually be used to assassinate wealthy businessmen. It can be seen that this Liu Dabo was not telling the truth.
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If they can't find out, they won't investigate. Can the Japanese spend a lot of money to buy the heads of these people? When they kill some old scholars whose words can be published in newspapers, they even spend a lot of money to hire themselves, the number one killer in Northern Manchuria. This
It’s called ‘If we can’t find out, we won’t investigate’? It clearly means ‘If we can’t find out, we will silence them all, and no one will be spared’.
"How many people were sent out in total?"
"Seven."
Xu Ruifeng nodded: "How many cases do you have in hand at the same time?"
"Three, one is to arrest the Kuomintang agents, one is to arrest the British brokers who sell information about the Far East, and the other one is this one. This is the most insignificant one." Liu Dabo was wondering, what is this man doing?
Having to do it yourself is similar to reporting work at a police station meeting.
"That's fine."
Xu Ruifeng continued: "How many people were involved in the three cases?"
"There aren't many. We only have seven people in our Secret Service. Now the Japanese have just occupied Northeast China, and they are still using Fengjun's team. The real major cases are all in the Japanese Army's Special High School. We..." He smiled sheepishly.
: "It's a small fight. The Japanese are currently seriously short of manpower and are recruiting people from all over the world."
"Then let's do this for now."
"Alas, alas."
As if he was receiving amnesty, Liu Dabo nodded quickly, but then he thought, "Then what do you mean?" Just to ask a few questions, you dared to enter the special affairs department of the police station with a gun. This is too disrespectful to Japan.
People should take it seriously.
As soon as I raised my head, I heard Xu Ruifeng say: "See you in the next life."
He leaned forward, and there was a dagger in his hand, which was inserted directly into Liu Da's heart. The other hand covered his mouth, and his head was turned towards the window of the office. No one passed by.
, only then did Liu Da Pai stop struggling and slowly turned the chair, letting the dead man's back rush towards the door.
After all this was done, Xu Ruifeng behaved like he was pickling sauerkraut in a sauerkraut jar in winter. He took out his handkerchief and began to wipe his hands. While wiping his hands, he muttered: "You can't go home with the smell of blood. They say pregnant women are pregnant."
When your nose is sharp, you can give it to Wen Wan."
After wiping his hands, Xu Ruifeng took out the lighter from Liu Dayou's pocket, lit a piece of paper and threw it under the curtain, then turned and walked out of the police station.
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At that moment, a raging fire broke out, billowing black smoke came out of the window, and the entire office filled with documents was on fire. In the blink of an eye, the window was already in flames.