Director Qian smiled:

"Naturally, it can't be found, the current telegram, telephone, communication, how convenient, how can it be carried with you if you steal secrets, but although the news spreads, she herself may have to stay in Shanghai forever. Lewen's novel chapters are updated the fastest"

Amy stared at him with her eyes:

"You want to kill her?"

Director Qian smiled:

"Of course not, stay in Shanghai, continue to get a salary of 60 yuan, and be a typist as a promising career."

……

Pomegranate Garden Japanese-style clubhouse.

A brightly lit room, with a sliding door made of white paper, closed tightly, and a black figure reflected on the white paper.

Boss Miyazaki bowed deeply to the shadow.

The shadow makes a gloomy sound:

"Miyazaki-kun, you are very ineffective."

Boss Miyazaki bent down deeply, and in a loud voice, uttered a single word:

"Hayi"

The shadow continued:

"It's time to use the samurai, let them shoot, kill a few. As the Chinese saying goes, kill the chicken and make an example of the monkey, they will understand! ”

Boss Miyazaki's face was already flushed, and he lowered his head to the crotch of his pants:

"Hayi!"

Wendou can't do it, and force is going to be used.

……

Mr. Gao, the principal of Ping An, has a very simple daily routine, he arrives at Ping An School early every morning to inspect the students who are reading their morning classes in the classroom.

Then there was no need to communicate with the teachers, the school's task was completed, and I went to work for half an hour every day, and returned to the city to find a place to have morning tea and listen to some familiar faces brag. New faces are often added as well. Most of the familiar faces are people from the field of education or medicine. The new face is a third-rate nine-rate sect who comes to greet one by one.

If necessary, memorize the brochure of Ping An School, which is more than 100 paragraphs of content, and use it flexibly.

He likes to use it for himself at lunch. After lunch, you can continue to spend your leisure time alone, or continue to go out and call your friends for afternoon tea.

In the evening, one meal. It's just a bit of a hassle. Because there are always people to treat to dinners. Sometimes you even have to catch two or three fields in a row. Eat a few chopsticks in each field, and you will be full.

Eating is not the point, these dinners are usually about speeches. It's still memorizing the propaganda draft. If the dinner party guests have a fresh way of asking questions, he needs to think about the situation in a hurry. Make use of pamphlets to answer questions.

After reciting hundreds and thousands of times, Mr. Gao could handle it with his eyes closed. But he is still very dedicated, and he tries to match vivid expressions and movements when he speaks.

Early February. The spring is cold.

Mr. Gao had afternoon tea and walked out of a tea house that often comes to the spring breeze triumphant. Around the door were some rickshaw drivers, and a few vendors selling cigarettes, melon seeds, and peanut newspapers.

Mr. Gao and a few acquaintances said goodbye. His White Russian bodyguards were close to him. The face is expressionless.

Another Belarusian driver drove a high-bay Ford, parked in front of the Chunfeng Triumph Building, and jumped out of the car. Open the door and ask him to get in.

Mr. Gao used his hand with a bright ring to tidy up his bloated two-blue cloth gown. I walked towards the car door, walked to the car door, looked back again, and made a gesture of saying goodbye.

A cigarette dealer with a large wooden box of cigarettes hanging around his neck suddenly reached out and took off his cigarette box, threw it aside, and in his hand was a black box gun, and he said three strange words with strange syllables:

"Principal Gao"

Principal Gao looked at the cigarette vendor in surprise.

"Bang...... Bang...... Bang......"

After three rings in a row, the smile on Mr. Gao's face froze, and he fell straight down.

The White Russian bodyguard and the White Russian driver were still in a daze, and suddenly two more bodyguards in blue cloth overalls rushed out, both with their left and right hands, each holding a black shelled pistol, and shooting at the vendor continuously.

The crowd present squatted on the spot with their heads in place, some rolled on the spot, some hugged their heads and scurried, and some screamed. The spring breeze greeted the guy who was sent to the door of the building, and blew a sharp whistle.

It is worthy of being ruled by foreigners, and the law and order are passable, and the patrol officers soon came to the scene.

After checking them one by one, a security guard who had fired a gun was taken to the police station, and the body of the cigarette vendor was taken to the morgue. The assassinated Celebrity Governor was taken to the nearby Chapel Hospital.

Patrol room.

A superintendent with a slightly bulging belly put down the phone in his hand and reached out to pat the table:

"It's another celebrity assassination, it's over, let's wait for the headlines tomorrow."

Two subordinates stomped their feet and made an upright pose:

"There are already several reporters outside, can you see them?"

The superintendent waved his hand and waited for Lao Zhu to come back.

Lao Zhu is a senior police detective, he is burly, with fierce eyebrows and scars on his face, but he is as careful as a hair, and he is good at solving strange cases and digging into the deep psychology of criminals.

When he was in his family, he ate food in the yamen, and during the Qing Dynasty, he worked in the patrol room of the Qing Dynasty, and he still received his salary in the police station of the Republic of China in the Republic of China.

At this moment, the police detective Lao Zhu was covering his nose with a white cloth handkerchief and approached the body of the cigarette vendor. He was accompanied by a sycophantic smile on his face:

"I've checked it all, but there's nothing to prove my identity."

Detective Lao Zhu looked at the hawker's body from head to toe, stared at the cyan square-mouthed cloth shoes under the hawker's feet, and said:

"Take it off."

He hurriedly took off the hawker's shoes.

Police detective Lao Zhu still covered his nose with a cloth handkerchief, and got closer to see the hawker's feet:

"This is a foot that is used to wearing a pull board, this is a Japanese. Japan's ronin! ”

The next day, the newspapers were flooded with reports.

"Principal Heian High School was stabbed, and the murderer was Japanese"

Pomegranate Garden Japanese-style clubhouse.

Boss Miyazaki sat cross-legged on a tatami mat and reached out to pour himself a glass of sake. Pouring sake into his mouth, his face suddenly changed, and the wine glass was still heavily on the floor, which was covered with cotton felt, and the wine glass rolled a few times and stopped silently. Intact.

Boss Miyazaki scolded:

"Yaga, pig. One life for one life won't be exchanged for one life, that high school principal is not dead yet? ”

A waitress carrying a small mattress of floral cloth reminded him in a very low voice:

"In the newspapers, there is a lot of information that they already know that the assassin is Japanese."

Boss Miyazaki's eyes were blood-red, and he said viciously:

"It's just that the Japanese did it to let them know on purpose, and they are sorry for Japan, so they naturally know it!"

The Japanese know it in their hearts, and the people in Ping An Pharmaceutical Factory also know it in their hearts, so why don't they sell us Japanese medicine? If you don't sell it, we will kill it, and tell you plainly, we killed it.

The soft ones won't work, come on the hard ones, and kill a few safe people.

…… (To be continued.) )

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