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Chapter 275 Chamber of Secrets (Please vote, thank you)
The Liuguo Hotel had encountered it once when blasting to open up passages in the city. How could Zuo Zhong not guard against the Japanese coming again, and was going to use his own methods to deal with him.

It was only after the explosion that there were unfamiliar gunshots and an explosion. He looked at the bookstore opposite and was a little worried, but soon someone waved his hand at the window on the third floor, and the scene was brought under control.

Rest assured, he asked the guide to tell the planes in the sky to stop attacking. If he was swept up by machine guns and took away dozens of elite spies, Dai Chunfeng would probably feel his heart hurt.

The guide stood in the middle of the road, facing the crossed flags in the air, and the two planes waved their wings and flew towards the airport. It seemed that not only the high school student, but also his buddies were people who lived their lives.

"Section Chief, I'm going to the hospital first, my butt hurts a bit." Wu Chunyang lay on the stretcher wanting to cry without tears.

It was really too evil, every time it was hit by a stray bullet, he had already paid attention to it, but he didn't expect that this time the stray bullet directly turned into fragments of a grenade.

Zuo Zhong almost laughed, and tried his best to say with a serious expression: "Well, go to the hospital to recuperate well, and pay attention to your body."

Wu Chunyang nodded, and was carried into the car by two spies. Zuo Chong adjusted his clothes, and when the scene was completely safe, he walked towards the bookstore, with a large group of subordinates behind him.

As soon as he walked into Qiuju Bookstore, he frowned. The power of the aviation machine gun was too great. A certain spy's head was gone, leaving only scum, how to identify the other party's identity.

I can't put a photo of the red Shaqima on the Jinling Evening News. I'm afraid there will be more people scolding the Secret Service. I hope these people have their IDs and they haven't been bombed.

"Section Chief, a total of twelve bodies were found at the scene, seven were killed by machine guns, four were silenced by Jiang Jincai, and Jiang Jincai fired a grenade to kill himself, and all the spies were wiped out.

There are three documents here, which were found from the Japanese. No personal items that could prove their identity were found on the other people. Jiang Jincai was also bombed to the bone and could not be searched. "

A small spy came to report, and handed the certificate to Zuo Zhong with both hands.

Zuo Zhong took it over and looked at it. The three certificates were from several small departments, and they were not in important positions. They were all small staff running errands. It seems that these Japanese people are usually very low-key.

"It's finished. I'll have someone search the other party's office and residence later." He threw the ID back to the other party, and asked again: "Where is that woman named Yu Xueping, was she also killed?"

The little spy had a bitter face: "A woman's body was indeed found on the third floor. I don't know if it belongs to Yu Xueping. Fortunately, the face is still intact. Do you want that old policeman to help identify it?"

There was no other way. Who knew that the Japanese resisted so fiercely and prepared so well that they even had grenade launchers. They could only let the air force clear the field. If she died, she could only say her life was good.

Otherwise, when she arrived at the Secret Service, what awaited her would be worse than death.

"Who is that, go and call the old police officer over." Zuo Zhong looked up to the upstairs and said to the little spy: "Come on, take me up to see the corpse first. Is there anything on her?"

The little agent introduced: "There is a wallet, but nothing was found other than a butterfly-shaped tattoo on her left shoulder."

tattoo?Butterfly?
Zuo Chong walked up the stairs without stopping, and was led by the other party to a corpse. It was a young woman with firm and fair skin and a pretty face, but the bullet hole in her stomach was a bit scary.

In addition, the clothes on the left shoulder were scratched by something. No wonder the spies found the tattoos. Just now he was still thinking about when the intelligence department would start picking up the clothes of the spies' corpses.

Zuo Zhong took out his gloves from his pocket and carefully observed the other party's tattoo. It seemed that the time was not short, and even the ink on the tattoo had faded. Would a professional spy run to get a tattoo?
Except for special missions, it is best not to have any marks on the spies' bodies. Some ruthless people even deal with their own birthmarks, just to prevent people from finding out their true identities.

It was the first time Zuo Chong had seen such a big tattoo. After seeing him, he walked around on the third floor, and then stopped next to the sofa in the middle, which was full of machine gun bullet holes.

There was nothing strange about the sofa. There was a scent on the strange sofa. This scent was very familiar. He had smelled it at Zhu Jisheng's house before. Zuo Zhong squatted down and sniffed carefully to smell it.

He was sure, it was the taste!
In addition, he also smelled another smell, the smell of smoke, a very faint smell of smoke, the person sitting here has a scent, smells of smoke, what is the biggest possibility, is it a woman who smokes?
Zuo Zhong got up and looked back at the body of the female spy lying on the ground, no, this woman has neither fragrance nor smoke, it's not her.

And the Japanese were the joint before, who can sit in the middle majesticly and accept everyone's attention, only the person in charge of this intelligence team is qualified to do so.

it is as expected.

The woman who disappeared mysteriously, a short action master, and a pocket pistol that ladies used to, was suspected to be the leader of the spy. Then a shrewd and brutal Japanese female spy surfaced.

The woman in Zhu Jisheng's family was the leader of the Japanese spy, so she could simply kill the Black Six Four people. In fact, Zuo Zhong had already guessed about this matter, but there was no evidence at that time.

She first shot and killed the Hei Liusi people, cleared the traces of her being there, then poisoned Zhu Jisheng to silence her, and cut off all the clues, thinking that no one would know her existence.

As a result, the sky net was sparse and not leaked, Zhu Jisheng, the love saint, secretly hid her hair, and the bullet that flew out of the transom, everything verified the saying that the cycle of heaven and law, retribution is not good.

"Are you sure there are no other women at the scene besides this woman?" Zuo Zhong asked the little spy with a serious expression. The mission is not over, and they haven't found the most important spy leader yet.

The little spy affirmed: "There is definitely only one woman. We searched all over, and found a dark room behind the bookshelf, and found a secret room in the room on the third floor, but there is no one in it."

At this time, the old police officer was brought up, and before he started to identify Yu Xueping, he was scared to death by the corpses all over the ground, but trembling, he was sure that the woman on the ground was Yu Xueping.

Zuo Chong asked the little spy to show him the darkroom after hearing it, and it was indeed like what the other party said, there was no place to hide people. Looking at the gun oil and oil paper inside, it should be used to store weapons.

The scene was so big, and the surrounding area was completely surrounded. It is impossible for the female spy leader to disappear out of thin air. There must be some problems that have been overlooked. He immediately said, "Take me to the secret room to have a look."

The little spy led the way, and the two walked to the door of a room. The furnishings and layout looked like a restaurant, with many tables and chairs, which were placed in a mess.

On the wall directly opposite the door, there is a huge walnut cabinet. If there is any place to hide things in this room, it can only be it.

"Section Chief, the backboard of the kitchen cabinet can be removed, and there is a vertically long secret room." The little agent went in and took down the backboard, and it turned out that there was something wrong with the cabinet.

Zuo Zhong stepped forward to take a look, and there was indeed a space, which was constructed by intercepting a part of the restaurant. In order not to be noticed by others, the width was compressed to the extreme, and the bottom could be seen at a glance.

There are only four bare walls inside, and there is nothing on the ground. Let alone hiding a large living person, even a piece of paper can be seen clearly. It seems that this clue can be given up.

But Zuo Zhong didn't give up, he put on his shoe covers and went into the secret room, and found out the moment he entered, that mysterious woman must have been there, and it was not long ago, because the fragrance was very clear.

Although the air is airtight here, the old smell is quite different from the new one. He immediately asked someone to bring a flashlight, and inspected the wall of the original restaurant, only this wall could lead to the outside of the store.

But after touching and touching, knocking and knocking, there is no problem with such a wall. This result made Zuo Zhong fall into doubts. He asked the little spy: "The structure of the secret room is very clever, how did you find it?"

"At that time, the door of the cabinet was half-closed, and the floor was not securely placed. We got down as soon as we touched it. Otherwise, we would only find this secret room when we measured the area of ​​the scene." The spy said fortunately.

This was intentional, Zuo Zhong only had this thought after hearing it, if that mysterious woman was the spy leader, with the caution she showed in Zhu Jisheng's house, how could she forget to close the cabinet door.

But why do you want to do this?
Zuo Zhong stood there thinking about the other party's purpose, let the spies discover the room and search it thoroughly, what good would it do her, other than wasting their time, it had no meaning.

time?

This woman wanted to delay time, and besides the borrowed restaurant wall, there was another place leading to the store, Zuo Zhong looked up at the ceiling, the female spy wanted to take advantage of the chaos and escape.

The roofs of western-style buildings are all equipped with a layer of heat insulation, through which you can go to any store in this row of buildings. Zuo Zhong asked the little spy to bring a stool and reach out to touch the roof.

But at the last moment, his movements stopped.

Indus Street is usually very quiet, but today there were machine guns and explosions again, and finally even the planes came down to fight in a circle, which frightened the evacuated guests, and they asked to leave as soon as the gunfire stopped.

The spies did not embarrass them. According to the rules, they gathered the guests together, registered them one by one, and took photos for the bottom. This was to prevent spies who slipped through the net from mixing in the crowd.

Originally, this was a routine, but just halfway through, a group of spies swarmed to surround the crowd, and then a young man wearing sunglasses walked over slowly.

The guests were talking in low voices, they didn't know what happened again, but they didn't dare to make trouble. The few people who were knocked out before hadn't woken up yet, so they had to stand obediently and see what the other party was going to do.

Zuo Zhong stood up the collar of his windbreaker, adjusted his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and said with a smile, "Everyone pay attention, men stand on the left and women stand on the right. Don't play tricks, it's very dangerous."

Following his words, a bullet hit the foot of the crowd, splashing a cloud of dust, and the crowd retreated in fright, but they were pushed forward by the spies behind, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

"Quick! Stand separately on the left and right, otherwise it won't be as simple as hitting the ground. I just count to three, one, two, three!" Zuo Zhong raised his arm.

In an instant, the chaotic crowd just now became quiet, and the men and women quickly separated and stood on both sides, looking at Zuo Zhong in fear.

　Again, the bootleg site is faster than me,.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)