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Chapter 39 Class Army
The Ishimaru Ichiro case ended quietly. Li Shudong and the sulfuric acid team were all executed. Nagano Satoshi left with a not-so-huge reward, went to Xiangjiang to reunite with his family, and then left overseas.

Zuo Zhong didn't have any idea about this. Intelligence work was made up of countless exchanges and trade-offs. If he could help the Secret Service catch the spy, it wouldn't matter if he gave him a way out.

As for the dead mailbox of Ishimaru Ichiro's confession, Zuo Zhong sent people to stare at it for several days without any results. It seems that the Japanese have already learned that Ishimaru Ichiro was arrested, and this clue is considered broken.

To say that Xu Enzeng was more trustworthy than Bai Wenzhi, he quickly allocated 20 radio stations and 200 operatives to the Second Division, and the intelligence department got the most benefits, 2 new radio stations and 50 elite military personnel.

The top and bottom of the Secret Service had no opinion. If it wasn't for Zuo Gravity to solve the case, these things are all in one place, so how could it be their turn to eat soup.

In addition, Director Chen pinched his nose and approved Zuo Zhong's rank of lieutenant.

Dai Chunfeng always felt that it was inappropriate for Zuo Zhong to preside over the work of the intelligence department with the rank of second lieutenant, so he resolved it together this time.

This is running all the way to Gongde Forest, Zuo Zhong had to forcefully smile and thank Dai Chunfeng.

Corey worked step by step, but Zuo Zhong became more leisurely, skipping work and leaving early.

However, he ran to the clinic that day. It was said that Ling Sanping had conducted a study that would be very helpful for future torture, which made him a little worried.

You know, the Secret Service will not only contact spies in the future, but also underground parties.

If what Ling Sanping has researched is really powerful, if it is used on someone who is not determined, can Zuo Zhong be the culprit?
As soon as Zuo Zhong entered the infirmary, he looked around, but he didn't find any new equipment, which made him heave a sigh of relief, and then saw Ling Sanping sitting there in a daze.

"Doctor Ling, what kind of research have you done? It's completely mysterious."

Ling Sanping opened his eyes and looked at Zuo Zhong: "It's rare for Section Chief Zuo to come here. Why did I remember the clinic today? The medical equipment I applied for with you is still floating in the Pacific Ocean."

Zuo Zhong was indeed avoiding him before, this guy applied for tens of thousands of dollars of equipment at one time, so how can Zuo Zhong approve it, even if he sells him by the catty, he can't sell him for so much money.

"Hey, Director Ling, you have to understand my difficulties. Corey's big and small expenses don't seem to be much, but they have accumulated too much. The funds given by the chief are just enough. How can I have money to buy equipment? .”

"Okay, but the medicine must be replenished. I used too much in the torture of spies before. I said, can you not attack the vital parts, so that you can save a lot of medicine."

Ling Sanping seemed to know the result a long time ago, so he turned to the matter of medicines. He applied for those things just to try, in case it works.

Hearing that he was no longer obsessed with buying equipment, Zuo Zhong was immediately happy. As long as you don't talk about money with me, we will still be good friends.

"That's nothing to say. You should call the foreign company today and prepare all the medicines. In addition to the monthly consumption, you also need to keep a batch of medicines that can be stored for a long time." Zuo Zhong was afraid that the prices would soar in the future, so he saved as much as he could.

Ling Sanping didn't understand what he meant, but since his boss said so, he nodded to show he understood.

Zuo Zhong didn't forget the purpose of coming today, pretending to ask unintentionally: "Director Ling, it is said that some of the things you researched will be helpful for our torture?"

Hearing Zuo Zhong mention this again, Ling Sanping shook his head: "It's not what you think, I made a data analysis on the spy's tolerance, which can help the interrogators to grasp the intensity of the interrogation."

It turned out to be data analysis, Zuo Zhong put his heart back to his stomach, this thing is said to be useful, it can indeed avoid interrogation damage; if it is useless, the purpose of interrogation is to cause harm.

Since there is no problem, Zuo Zhong doesn't want to stay in the medical office anymore, there is a mortuary here, Zuo Zhong feels chilly every time he comes here.

After leaving the infirmary, Zuo Zhong felt so bored.

He doesn't want to see Dai Chunfeng if it's nothing, Chen Gongshu has already gone to Peiping, as for his subordinates, seeing him now is like seeing a tiger, it's boring.

Suddenly Zuo Zhong thought that the big brother Ban Jun was also in Jinling. He had been busy with the case before and had no time to spare. Now he could just visit him and leave as soon as he said it. He called Gui Youguang and a few guards. Opened to the General Tax Department.

However, the Secret Service, which has always been unscrupulous, hit a soft nail at the door of the General Taxation Department.

"What? Without special permission, Chinese officials are not allowed to enter?"

Zuo Zhong couldn't believe it when he heard the guard at the gate. He felt that he was not in 1933, but in 1910. Daqing was dead. Do Chinese need foreigners' approval to enter their own government offices?
Zuo Chong had a gloomy face, and then looked at the proud white tax official, his heart was full of sorrow. This is the so-called golden decade, this is the so-called party-state, they are all bullshit.

"This officer, the head of the General Tax Department is Lord Merle and Lord of the British Empire. Because it involves customs finances, if you want to go in, you need to apply to the General Tax Department first."

The white man arrogantly explained to Zuo Zhong why he, an official of the Republic of China, could not enter the government department of the Republic of China.

Zuo Chong chuckled, even if you let me in, I won't go in, he'll just wait here for the squad to come out, but this kind of shame makes him furious.

The white people ignored the strength of the Secret Service, but the soldiers standing guard at the door did not. Seeing Zuo Zhong's unsightly face, a squad leader handed him some cigarettes and explained to Zuo Zhong.

"Sir, your prime minister can hold a boat in his belly, so don't make it difficult for us. We also obey the order. In fact, we don't bother with the British, but who dare to eat this bowl of rice."

Zuo Zhong didn't want to vent his anger on these soldiers, so he nodded his head and accepted his explanation.The squad leader wiped the cold sweat off his brow, and finally managed to coax the master.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the tax department to get off work, and people were bustling out of the government office, and soon Zuo Zhong saw a familiar figure.

Ban Jun came down from the office building hunched over with a briefcase in his hand. Today he was not going well. Not only was he scolded by his boss, he was also deducted half a month's salary.

But he didn't regret it, how many Chinese people were killed by that boatload of things, and his squadron was not a gentleman, but he couldn't do such a traitorous act.

While walking, Ban Jun was thinking about how to discuss with his wife when he returned home. After all, he lost half a month's salary and the family's expenses were high.

"Old class!"

Hearing a familiar voice, Ban Jun raised his head to see if it was Zuo Zhong who he hadn't seen for several months. The resentment all morning dissipated, leaving only happiness.

"Zuo Zhong, oops, why are you here?" Ban Jun walked over with a smile on his face.

Zuo Zhong held his hand: "Old Ban, brother, you also came to Jinling. Unfortunately, I was busy with work a few days ago. Today I have nothing to do. I immediately thought of coming to see you. I went to see Hanliang before."

Ban Jun's expression was a bit complicated: "Really, how is Han Liang doing in the Police Department? Well, if I knew this, I would rather go to the Police Department than come to the Anti-Smuggling Division."

Zuo Zhong had just seen him downcast, and thought he had encountered something difficult, but now he heard that Lao Ban had the intention of fleeing. This is not like the character of Big Brother.

But he didn't say much, and asked the guards to find a restaurant nearby, and when they came, they would listen to the troop's distress, maybe he could help.

Looking at the guards who took the order to go, Ban Jun looked at his little brother again, how did he use the guards?

"Zuo Zhong, where do you work now? Didn't you work as an instructor at the police academy before? Did you transfer to the Central Police Academy?" Ban Jun asked bluntly.

Zuo Zhong pretended to be sad: "I still can't escape, now I'm in the Secret Service, living with Dai Chunfeng and Director Dai."

Ban Jun opened his mouth wide. In the yamen gate of Jinling City, who doesn't know the secret service. The secret service has been in the limelight for the past few months, and it's like talking about it.

"Why did you end up in the Secret Service, alas!" Ban Jun slapped his thigh anxiously, he reminded him thousands of times, but the little brother still went the wrong way.

Zuo Zhong poured him a glass of wine: "Old Ban, this is a good thing. I am now the Chief of the Intelligence Section of the Secret Service. This is my chance."

Uh, what Ban Jun hadn't said was blocked, the section chief is still the section chief of the Secret Service, how long have they graduated, is Zuo Zhong really the second generation ancestor?
For a while, Ban Jun's head was a little confused: "Wait a minute, please let me slow down, I am a little dizzy now."

Seeing Ban Jun's appearance, Zuo laughed loudly: "Haha, don't think about it, I'm not a second-generation ancestor, nor a relative of the emperor. I just solved a few small cases after entering the Secret Service."

Ban Jun began to doubt his choice. Now it seems that whether it is going to the police system or the secret service, it is better than his suffering in the tax department.

Zuo Zhong thought about his performance just now, and asked, "Did you have a bad time working in the tax department?"

Ban Jun didn't hide it from him: "There are white people oppressing above, and profiteers running rampant below. I've done enough of this bad job. What kind of anti-smuggling department is this? It's clearly a smuggling department."

Hearing Ban Jun's intentions, someone in the anti-smuggling department was involved in smuggling, Zuo Zhong looked solemn: "Old Ban, tell me carefully, what's going on."

Ban Jun said in a low voice: "Do you know which commodity has the highest profit and the largest sales volume in the Republic of China?"

"kerosene? cloth? grain? steel?"

Zuo Zhong kept talking about several products, but Ban Jun kept shaking his head, which made Zuo Zhong a little confused.

"It's Yantu! There are too many people involved here, I really don't want to do it anymore." Ban Jun said helplessly.

Zuo Zhong's heart tightened, it turned out to be this harmful thing, but even if the anti-smuggling department doesn't care, there are also anti-smoking agencies in the mainland, can these tobacco soil be transported in and sold out?

Immediately he knew that he was stupid, who would smuggle tobacco without great strength, they were not afraid of the anti-smoking agency at all, maybe it was just a partnership business just like the anti-smuggling department.

Zuo Zhong and Ban Jun glanced at each other, smiled wryly, and drank some bitter wine.

　I was at work at 4:53 in the morning, and by the way, I revised the saved manuscript, and the [-]rd episode entered the climax of the plot. After reading it myself, I thought-who wrote this.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)