"The marshal's body is very strong, and the situation is better than we thought." Second Lieutenant Schneider, the military doctor of the armed police brigade, reported to Lieutenant Colonel Ludwig.

The bullet had been removed, and the Assassin was wielding a 7.65 mm pistol, which had pierced the marshal's upper arm, grazed the Iron Cross of the First Degree, and then hit his sixth rib. After a broken rib, he failed to penetrate the rib cage. I can only say that His Excellency the Marshal is very lucky, I have only heard of such a thing before, and this is the first time I have seen it with my own eyes. Major Heider said, pointing to the X-ray film on the projector.

"Because the main blood vessels were not injured, and the rescue was timely, the blood loss was not very serious, and we have already given the marshal a blood transfusion. As for the penetrating wound of the marshal's upper arm, since the bones and tendons were not injured, we have already sutured the wound. Second Lieutenant Schneider added.

"Now our biggest concern is that the wound may become infected, and it's best to contact Berlin immediately and ask them to send that newly developed antibiotic right away." Major Heider suggested to Colonel Davidson, who was beside him.

"You give me a list of the medicines you need, and I'll send someone to Berlin as soon as possible." Davidson replied with a nod.

"Colonel, the Chief of the Public Concession, Keswick, and the Commissioner of Police, Barrett, want to see you immediately, and they want to apologize to you in person." A lieutenant stood at the door of his office and knocked on the door wide open.

"Tell them that I won't meet any of them until the marshal wakes up unless the killer is caught." Colonel Davidson said with a calm face.

"Reply to them like that? Sir. The lieutenant confirmed.

"Reply to them like this, they have never seen such a city in chaos, and they should be ashamed of what happened today. If they still have the slightest bit of guilt, they should be on the street now, hunting down that damn killer, instead of running to me to apologize! Colonel Davidson tried to suppress the anger in his chest, but he did not utter anything more stinging.

"Understood, sir." The lieutenant straightened his chest, then turned to leave.

"My men have set up sentry posts around it, and the Tomahawk Brigade will do their best to protect the safety of His Excellency the Marshal." Ludwig's face is now very bad, Brumberg was assassinated, and the Tomahawk brigade, which was the guard of the special mission, could not escape the blame. The honor of the SS was tarnished and could only be erased with the blood of the killers and the commanders behind it.

In fact, the Tomahawk Brigade was completely unjustifiable, and Brumberg was not prepared to bring them to Shanghai in the first place, the problem is that since they appeared, then they should take the responsibility of guarding. No matter how exceptional the circumstances of the time, a dereliction of duty is a dereliction of duty, and Ludwig could not refute it at all.

"I ask your permission, Colonel. If we find the killer, I ask you to allow us to go out so that we can restore the honor of the brigade and make up for the mistakes we have made. Ludwig bowed his head to Davidson sincerely.

"If I can, I'll fight for you, and let these rats know what the consequences of offending the Great German Reich will be." Davidson knew Ludwig's heart, and he also knew that the armed police brigade was really not to blame for this incident, because at the time of the incident, they were still performing on the Bund to show the citizens the military might of the Third Reich.

"The assassin is said to be an agent sent from Chongqing, and his target is Japanese Foreign Minister Asako Oga." Lieutenant Colonel Roch, who was talking to Baron Le Bernau in the corner of the house, turned his face and said.

"I suspect that the marshal had already greeted the Chongqing side before coming to Shanghai, and Chiang Zhongzheng promised to stop all agent operations in Shanghai during the marshal's visit to Shanghai, as a sign of respect for His Excellency the marshal." Davidson doesn't think it's that simple.

"Maybe it's the assassins of other organizations, there are many spontaneous anti-Japanese organizations in China, and not all of them are under the control of Chongqing." Baron Lebnau gave his opinion.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I just made a new discovery." At that moment, Major Kuhler rushed into the office with a bag of papers.

"Didn't you go and help the French identify the scene? Could it be that there is a clue to the assassins? Davidson asked hurriedly.

"It's not a direct clue, but it's pretty much the same. I had pictures of the scene of the assassination, at least twenty cameras recorded the scene, and film footage, but it took a little bit of time to get it. Major Kuhler walked over to his desk, opened the package, and laid out the pictures on the table.

"These photos are the clearest, and you can see the general appearance of the murderer."

Kuhler picked out a few photos and put them aside, and everyone gathered around, and one of them picked up a photo and looked at it carefully.

"It turns out that the assassin looks like this, and it seems that this bastard is not afraid of others recognizing him at all." Lieutenant Colonel Ludwig said through gritting his back molars.

"I was standing there, less than ten meters away from the assassin." Lebnau touched the back of his head, the photo recalling that thrilling moment.

"We were all on the scene at the time, oh, except for Lieutenant Colonel Ludwig. I don't see anything special about these photos, Kuhler, what exactly are you talking about. Davidson looked at the ordnance expert quizzically.

"Of course, there is nothing special about these photos. But these photos were taken from behind the side of the murderer, and although the murderer's face was not captured, but..."Kuhler picked out a few others from the pile of photos and placed them out.

"Look at the position of this assassin in relation to the marshal, this picture is particularly obvious." The ordnance expert turned detective, he said, pointing to one of the photos.

"Still don't understand? I'll make a sketch and it'll be clear. Kuhler pulled out a blank piece of paper from the file box, picked up the pen in the inkwell, and immediately drew the diagram.

"The marshal was in this position at that time, the Japanese Foreign Minister was here, and the murderer rushed out of this place, and then shot at the Japanese Foreign Minister, as a result of which he hit His Excellency the Marshal." Kuller's painting style is very freehand and reminds people of a good childhood, but the general meaning can still be understood.

"After carefully comparing these photos, I found that the murderer was probably not a mistake at all, and that his target from the beginning was His Excellency the Marshal." Kuhler put down his pen and came to a surprising conclusion.

"Looking at this photo, it is clear that from the murderer's point of view, the marshal and the Japanese foreign minister do not overlap, and there is at least a meter or so between the two. Judging by the Assassin's behavior at the time, it was clear that he was confident in his abilities, and even spent two seconds shouting slogans, so it was impossible to point his gun at the wrong target at the last moment. Kuhler said, pointing to another photo.

"This is the Browning Model 1910, which is very popular in the Asian market. I believe that many of you have used this kind of pistol, and you should know that this weapon has a fairly good directivity, and the two sides were six or seven meters apart at that time, and it was impossible for such a large deviation to occur at this distance. So I think that the target of the murderer's assassination is the marshal, and the so-called anti-Japanese slogans are just smoke bombs that he uses to cover up the truth. Kuhler finished his opinion, and there was a smug look on his face.

"If Major Kuller's judgment is correct..."Ludwig was really taken aback by the information he had just heard, which meant that there might be a second assassination.

"We're going to cordon off the entire floor, and no unrelated people are allowed to enter the floor." Apparently Davidson had that in mind, too.

"I'll let you know right away." Seeing that Ludwig's hope was directed towards him, Second Lieutenant Schneider nodded hurriedly.

"At the same time, the Ministry of Industry and the Bureau are required to cooperate and strictly screen the identity of the staff in the hospital, especially Chinese."

"What do you mean Chinese......" Heider asked.

"I know what you're thinking, anyone can be bribed by the conspirators before the matter is settled." After hearing Major Cooler's discovery, Davidson couldn't believe anyone at this time.

"Who can prove that Major Kuhler is right in his judgment? Perhaps the assassin had just made a last-minute mistake, as is often the case. At this moment Baron Le Bernau disagreed.

"You may be right, Baron. But we can't prove that the major's judgment was wrong, and as far as I can see, there are indeed many suspicious points about this assassination, and if they wanted to assassinate the Japanese foreign minister, they had other opportunities, why did they risk accidentally injuring others on such an occasion to carry out such an assassination in public. ”

"Maybe it's to show the world their determination to resist, as in Sarajevo."

"You have a point, Mr. Baron, but how to explain that the assassin's shot would be so far off target."

"Like I said earlier, Major, maybe it's just a mistake, after all, in full view, you need to bear a lot of pressure." The crowd in the office began to argue.

"Enough, any possibility must be considered before the assassin can be caught. Major Kuhler can follow up and continue the investigation, and I hope you can find the truth as soon as possible. I hope that until further evidence is available, no one in the Mission will be allowed to express their views to the media, so as not to be exploited by the hidden enemy, who should be aware of the severity. Colonel Davidson stopped the pointless argument and said to his colleagues with a serious expression.

"Well, I agree, sorry Major, you know I'm not targeting you." Lebenau said to Kuller.

"I understand, Baron, that the possibility of your consideration is also there. By the time the film is washed out and analyzed from the dynamic scenes, it should be possible to draw clearer conclusions. Major Kuhler responded generously.

"Mr. Colonel, the marshal has awakened, and he wants to see you immediately, as well as this Lieutenant Colonel Ludwig." A doctor in a white coat stood at the door to inform him, perhaps because of the presence of an SS soldier with an MP40 on his chest.

"Thank you, doctor." Hearing that the marshal had awakened, a smile finally appeared on Davidson's face.

"I'll go see the marshal now, and I'll continue to discuss any issues when I get back." After the colonel finished speaking, he strode out of the room.

"Albert. Dr. Schmidt. Ludwig followed Davidson out of the office, and as he passed the doctor, he suddenly stopped, and he asked, pointing to the doctor's ID card on his chest.

"Yes, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel." Schmidt's expression was a little reserved.

"You're German?" Ludwig twisted his neck with his fingers on the neckline.

"Yes, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel." The doctor hung his head away from the eyes of the SS lieutenant colonel.

"Jews?" Ludwig held the holster on his waist.

"Yes, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel." The doctor's voice began to tremble along with his body.

"Oh." The SS lieutenant colonel nodded, then turned and walked towards the ward at the top of the hallway.

The Jewish doctor, who was half frightened and gasped against the wall, decided to resign from the hospital today, and the black uniforms that filled the building made him shudder.

"That's right, doctor." The SS lieutenant colonel stopped and turned back to greet him.

"Do you have any other orders, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel?" The Jewish doctor shuddered, and he quickly straightened up and replied respectfully.

"It's okay, just wanted to thank you for your treatment of the marshal." The SS lieutenant colonel nodded slightly at the doctor.

"This is my duty as a doctor, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel."

"If you have time, I'd like to talk to you later."

"Anytime, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel." The doctor tried to restrain the idea of running away, and replied respectfully.

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