Sato ordered, Segawa did not dare to slack off, and quickly assembled two carts of military police.

After Zhen Wen asked Sato, he followed Segawa straight to the concession.

Although Zhou Siming has the support of the American consul, he is still terrified when he thinks of his previous arrest.

The Japanese military police were so wild that they didn't take the consul's words seriously last time, and it's hard to say this time.

The consul spoke, but he did not dare to show fear. If a dignified inspector shows fear, how can he still mix in the concession. He had no choice but to hide in his office.

Twenty patrol guards were arranged outside the door, and orders were resolutely not allowed to let anyone in.

Segawa's eyes are large and bulging, and under his nose is a polka-dotted mustache. The car was parked outside the patrol house, and the gendarmes jumped out of the car with guns in hand.

"Zhen Wenjun, you are here waiting for my good news."

Segawa got out of the car in leather boots and walked over to the patrol. Glaring at his eyes, he shouted, "Where is Zhou Siming?" ”

His eyes were bulging outward, and he stared at them as if they were embedded in their sockets, and as long as he moved, he was in danger of falling.

The twenty patrols had never seen such big eyes, and when they were surprised, Segawa "snapped" and slapped each of the two patrolmen.

These patrols were already afraid of the Japanese military police, and they saw that there were more than 40 military policemen with loaded guns, and there was a machine gun in the front car. This is the posture of the battle, and the two of them did not dare to squeak when they were beaten.

Zhou Siming heard movement in the house, and when he went to the window, his face was pale and his brain was buzzing.

Two cars of Japanese gendarmerie? His head instantly grew bigger, and a cold sweat brush came out.

You can't get out of the front door, and if you go out, you'll just meet the Japanese military police directly.

He slowly moved to the back window, not because he didn't want to walk quickly, but because his legs were weak and he couldn't take a step......

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and Segawa lifted his foot and kicked the door open and stepped into the house. The room was empty and there was no shadow of Zhou Siming, he glanced at the window that was pushed open, and couldn't help but laugh.

Because the courtyard wall behind it is tall, you can see at a glance that there is no ladder next to the wall. Without a ladder, the wall is more than two meters high and cannot be crossed by ordinary people.

There were no wooden benches in this room, only a wooden bed. The space under the wooden bed is only a bunch high, and there are pillows and futons on the bed, which must be where Zhou Siming sleeps and rests.

Segawa sat on the bed: "Search." ”

The two gendarmes jumped into the backyard one after another, searched but did not see Zhou Siming's shadow.

Segawa's eyes widened when he heard this, and he got up and went to the window to look again, although the courtyard was a little big, it was not enough to find people.

Segawa waved his hand out of the window, and two more gendarmes jumped out of the window, and soon the four of them came back again, still not finding Zhou Siming.

Segawa stared at the courtyard wall, really not understanding how Zhou Siming crossed over. Segawa smashed the glass with a punch, and two wounds on his hands leached blood.

"Wrap up." Segawa took off his snow-white gloves and wiped the wound still on the ground.

Segawa stepped out first, and when he got to the door, he slapped the patrols one by one.

"Where is Zhou Siming?"

"No...... I don't know, I was still in the house just now. ”

Segawa raised his foot and kicked the patrol to the ground, and angrily collected the troops and got into the car.

"Captain Sekawa, Zhou Siming ran away?" Zhen Wen asked.

"It's the ground, Zhen Wenjun, he escaped over the wall."

"Captain Segawa, Zhou Siming is thin and small, maybe where you think it's impossible, he hides there."

Segawa remembered the bed in the room and couldn't help but stretch out his palm and gesture, such a narrow space didn't look like a person who could hide.

"Skinny? How skinny could it be? Such a prickly ......"

Zhen Wen nodded: "Captain Segawa is right, he can hide in such a narrow space." Segawa reached out and stopped the two gendarmes who had not gotten into the car.

"Go, see if there's anything under the bed?"

"Captain Segawa, how can you hide people in such a narrow place, you can't even get my legs in."

"Nonsense." Segawa's eyes narrowed.

The two gendarmes turned back into the house and looked under the bed to see two boxes.

The two gendarmes glanced at each other, looked outside the door and pulled the suitcase out.

The two of them were taken aback when the suitcase was pulled out, only to see Zhou Siming lying inside and looking at the two of them with his face sideways.

The two gendarmes broke out in a cold sweat: "Baga, your conscience is greatly broken. ”

The gendarmes pulled the bolt, and Zhou Siming crawled out tremblingly.

The gendarmes were dumbfounded, and when he came out, one of the gendarmes tried to climb in, but his head was too big to get in.

The gendarmes got up and "snapped" Zhou Siming twice, and the two escorted him to the front of the car.

"Captain Segawa, he's hiding under the bed."

Segawa's surprise was no less than that of the two gendarmes.

It took him a while to come back to his senses: "Charge...... Charge up. ”

Zhou Siming was escorted to prison, and Zhen Wen went to say goodbye to Sato.

As soon as I entered the house, Ryan Dauss' phone rang.

Sato grabbed the phone: "Consul Ryan...... No way...... No way...... Still won't work. ”

Putting down the phone, Sato said: "Zhen Wenjun, I will make Zhou Siming pay for his words and deeds." ”

The next day, major newspapers sent messages at the same time with pictures.

The front page is written in black, and the large characters are particularly eye-catching.

"Demon patrol shoots girls."

"A patrol captures a gun, and no one is inhumane."

"Zhou Siming, the last madness of the concession overlord."

Mo Lonely opened the newspaper, he was not interested in these, he glanced at it and suddenly realized that the figure on the picture was very familiar.

He hurriedly read it sentence by sentence, and the more he looked, the more angry he became, "snapped" the newspaper on the table, got dressed and went out.

Tomorrow is the day of the assassins' gun fight, and Li Shiqun is in the conference room discussing how to deploy with Ding Mocun and Wu Si.

Although Wu Si has the ability to act, his brain is a little bad at how to arrest him. It was mainly discussed by Li Shiqun and Ding Mo Estate.

Li Shiqun sighed: "The assassin dares to fight Iwata, but I'm afraid that no one here can stop him with marksmanship." ”

Wu Si pouted slightly, a hundred disagreeable.

Li Shiqun ignored him when he saw it: "Are you thinking of something else?" ”

Ding Mocun said: "Director Li must already have an idea. ”

"Yes, that's what I thought. On the way to the Assassin's appearance, press some of the traps that capture the beast. In this way, he can be injured without losing his hand and kill him. ”

The idea is indeed good, Ding Mochun nodded. He believed that Li Shiqun had prepared the iron clamp.

Ding Mochun added: "But this is not enough, we still need to dig some traps and prepare in multiple layers, so that his chances of escape are reduced to the lowest point." ”

Wu Si was inspired: "Yes, yes, I have to lay some nail boards, let him step on them and hurt his feet." You see, he first stepped on the trap, then stabbed his feet, and finally fell into the trap, even if he was a god, he didn't want to run. ”

As long as he can catch the assassin, no matter how childish it is, as long as there is some possibility, Li Shiqun still accepts it.

He ordered Wu Si to perform these operations and asked him to record the place of resting.

There was still one day, Wu Si was afraid of leaking the news, so he didn't look for outsiders, but transferred people to arrange it in No. 76.

Zhen Wen watched from the window as they drove out with shovels and pickaxes, and a few sacks that were inside.

Zhen Wen didn't ask, and he definitely didn't ask about things that shouldn't be asked.