Mukden, extra-high class morgue.

Nomura Lu Xiang, the new head of the special high school, stared intently at the familiar corpse in front of him, and there was a feeling of sadness in his heart called the death of the rabbit and the fox.

A 7.62mm bullet pierced the body at a speed of at least 1,000 m/s, leaving a small infusion in the skin less than 1 cm in diameter and exactly piercing the artery, and then exiting the body at a speed of 500 m/s, spraying blood from the wound to a distance of 10 meters under the strong pressure of the heart pumping 83.3 ml/s.

In just a few seconds, a person who was bright and lively and full of thoughts before was immediately on the verge of death, and Nomura Lu Xiang couldn't imagine what it was like for him, a classmate and roommate who graduated from the Army Non-commissioned Officer School, to feel at that time.

"There are also several emperors who have died from such bullets," Nomura Lu Xiang began.

"There are two more, one was shot in the head, one was shot in the chest, only Hayakawa was shot in the back, it should be ......."

A forensic doctor dressed in an earthy yellow military uniform and covered with a white coat stopped talking.

Nomura understood what he meant.

Hayakawa Chiyoshi was killed while fleeing.

run away

Nomura Risho couldn't believe it - yes, when Hayakawa Akichi was in the military academy, he was not known for his tenacity, but this does not mean that Hayakawa was not a strong-willed person. In fact, in all tests of willpower, Hayakawa still comes out on top.

"Has the source of the bullet been clarified?"

Hayakawa asked, pinching the bullet in front of him that looked a little flattened.

"It was found out that there were shells left at the scene, as well as a dud that had not been fired. As early as 5 days ago, when the gendarmerie was engaged in a battle with the gunman, Hayakawa had already ordered me to investigate in detail, and after a few days of comparison, it was basically determined that this bullet was a Russian-style Makqin heavy machine gun bullet made in 1919, but this does not mean that this bullet was fired from the Makqin heavy machine gun, which is obviously impossible. “

The tone of the forensic doctor was very firm, and it was obvious that the level and sources of forensic medicine in the special high class were far greater than those of the party investigation department in the island city.

"Oh, then you mean," the forensic doctor's tone successfully aroused Nomura's curiosity.

"Recently, our special high school received the latest ordnance information from the Soviet Union, the Soviet army is replacing with a standard small arms called Mosin Nagant-30, the bullet of this gun has been developed several modifications before the finalization, one of which is the use of this pointed bullet, at that time, it was believed that this pointed bullet has a greater muzzle velocity, a longer firing distance, and if the tolerance is well controlled, the design accuracy will also be improved. However, during production, it was found that the production process could not be reached and mass production could not be achieved. “

The forensic doctor had a solemn face and a solemn expression, and it was obvious that he had entered the state of academic research.

"You mean, this gun is from the Soviet Union, and his bullets are very rare, is that what you mean?" asked Nomura.

The medical examiner nodded.

"Okay, I see, Ida-kun, thank you for your professional analysis."

It was enough to express respect and condolences for his predecessor, and Nomura didn't intend to spend too much time tracking down the murderer, after all, the person lying here in front of him had spent countless hours and money, and he still ended up with chicken feathers.

When he first arrived, he couldn't focus on this matter, and quickly controlling the Fengtian Special High School, preventing the Fuxing Society Flat Stretch Team from taking advantage of the fire to rob, and preventing the gunman from doing something more out of the ordinary was what Nomura Lu Xiang had to consider.

Nomura Lu Xiang sent the forensic doctor away, washed his hands carefully, and then returned to his office full of concern.

He took a train overnight from Lushun to Mukden.

The death of Hayakawa Chiyoshi directly led to the leaderlessness of the Fengtian Special High School, which caused a major earthquake in the entire Mukden Japanese intelligence system, which was the highest-ranking agent of the Special High School to die in China so far - although it was only a young officer.

To make matters worse, Hayakawa Chiyoshi's deputy also died in this battle at the same time, and the Kanto Agency had to temporarily dispatch Nomura, who was in charge of the Dalian Special High School, to Mukden overnight to take over and investigate the cause of Hayakawa Chiyoshi's death.

To be honest, Nomura Lu Xiang has long coveted the position of Fengtian Special High Section Chief, but taking over in this situation is not something he could have imagined before.

His predecessor left him with a big problem!

However, if you can make achievements, it will inevitably be recognized by more people, and it will also play a great role in stabilizing your position in the special high school.

As for how to do it, as early as the train to Mukden, Nomura Lu Xiang had already thought it through.

"Someone, listen to my orders! All the members of the special high school will gather in front of the military police headquarters in half an hour! ”

..........

Three days later, late at night, the door of the Beichuan watch store was knocked urgently, and Wang Tianmu rushed into Geng Chaozhong's bedroom, bringing an extremely shocking news!

Another team sent to Mukden by the Fuxing Society, a team subordinate to Liu Jianqun, was wiped out by the special high class, among them, three were martyred on the spot, and one was seriously injured and captured!

"When's it?"

"Two days ago!"

Wang Tianmu's face was also ugly.

In the past few days, Wang Tianmu's flat squad has also disappeared, in order to see the direction of the wind first, but I didn't expect that in just three days, the special high class made a fierce and fierce counterattack!

The blood vessels near Geng Chaozhong's temples were pounding, such a big thing, he didn't even know it now!

After Tang Zhengying took refuge, he was leaderless in the takeaway team in Fengtian, and there were some problems with the acquisition of information.

"Xiao Yi, inform Beichuan to be careful, let's pack up our things and leave immediately!"

"Haisheng, you go to the intersection of Tunzi Road to watch the wind, if there is any abnormality, hurry back to report the news!"

Geng Chaozhong ordered again and again, properly arranged, and he walked into the dark room quickly and helped Zhou Bing out, now at this moment, it doesn't matter if Wang Tianmu recognizes Zhou Bing or not, it matters to run away!

Two days have passed since the incident, and who knows if the captured Fuxing Society comrade will be able to resist the torture of the Japanese to extract a confession, and if he can't bear it, maybe the special high school is now on his way to the watch shop!

Within a moment, Xiao Yi had already packed up the fine and soft, most of the things had already been moved to the concession by Beichuan, and now the rest were some jars and jars, Geng Chaozhong led everyone out of the watch shop, waved with one hand, and said sharply:

"Set fire!"

Xiao Yi was stunned, and then poured gasoline on the beams, most of the houses at this time are wooden structures, and it is easy to ignite when it is dry in autumn, and a fire is thrown on it, and in a blink of an eye, the clock shop in Beichuan is already a sea of fire.

"Let's go!"

Geng Chaozhong took the lead, and Wang Tianmu supported Zhou Bing, Xiao Yi followed closely, and after a while, Haisheng who was looking at the wind also chased after him, and the five of them stepped on the night, with a raging fire behind them, and quickly disappeared into the vast night.

In the quiet night, there was a clear conversation between Geng Chaozhong and Xiao Yi:

"Boss, where are we going?"

"Beiman, Harbin!"