People didn't know what was going on at first, but the scene was full of people, and the gunshot didn't seem particularly prominent. People who were far away thought that firecrackers were being set off here, and the celebration was normal, but they were wondering why they were dumb as soon as they sounded, and then they saw that all the people on the street began to run wildly.

The shouts of patrol agents and bodyguards were mixed with the screams of women and children, and the sound of messy gunfire continued to be heard, and citizens scattered and fled with their heads in their hands. Because no one stepped forward to maintain order in the first place, panic spread through the crowd like a virus, and the scene fell into hopeless chaos.

Speaking of Shanghai, the citizens of Shanghai have seen the market, they have seen what death is in the Songhu War of Resistance, many people have witnessed the bombing of the Japanese bombers, after the start of the spy war between Wang Puppet and Chongqing, shooting and killing people in the street has long become commonplace.

But there were so many people on the scene today that the panic spread outward like dominoes, and soon even the calmest people began to be afraid, and no one could tell what was going on, but the surrounding scene made them instinctively want to leave quickly.

The area around the entrance of the Chinachem Hotel was like an ant's nest with boiling water, and everywhere in sight was the running citizens of Shanghai, and to the despair of the Concession Patrol Officers present, the assassin had completely disappeared after taking advantage of the chaos to shake through the crowd.

The German marshal and the dignitaries were immediately escorted into the lobby of the hotel, and Colonel Fabre of the French Concession patrol room, fearing that the other party still had allies, ordered twenty Annan patrolmen armed with rifles to set up a defensive line at the door, and ordered any unidentified person to ignore the warning and approach the gate and shoot directly to intercept it.

There were so many citizens coming to the Bund today that it was beyond the capacity of the Public Concession Patrol House, so the British and French troops, who had just disembarked from the transport ship, were ordered to immediately enter the security operation. Heavily armed British and French infantrymen drove the crowd to the sidewalks and open spaces on the banks of the river, where British armoured vehicles and French tanks were quickly diverted to several surrounding intersections, where the soldiers spread out barbed wire fences to prohibit the passage of any personnel or vehicles.

The German Waffen-SS, under the command of Ludwig, occupied all the entrances and exits of the Chinachem Hotel, and the SS members also set up machine guns on the windowsill on the second floor of the south building of the hotel, forming a crossfire with the machine guns at the entrance of the east building, completely blocking the T-junction between Nanjing Road and the Bund.

By the time the situation began to stabilize, it was already half an hour after the incident. In just half an hour, Shanghai's Bund felt like it had experienced a catastrophe, and hundreds of people were injured in the chaos because they were squeezed and trampled by the crowd, including several elderly people and children who were seriously injured. At least two Annan patrolmen were killed in the line of duty while blocking the crowds, a French patrolman had his ribs broken, and a Sikh security guard at the entrance of HSBC tried to block citizens from taking refuge in the bank, only to have his head broken with a hard object.

In addition, the window panes of several shops at the intersection of Nanjing Road were broken, and the goods displayed inside were taken away by people in a disorderly manner. There are countless other messy public security cases, such as stealing pedestrians' wallets and taking the opportunity to eat women's tofu. The painstaking celebration of the two major concessions turned into a disaster.

What made the concession side even more troublesome was that everything happened in front of the cameras of a group of media reporters. The intrepid journalists recorded everything that happened on film, and at least three movie cameras at the scene captured the scene of the assassination from a variety of angles.

While the British and French soldiers were struggling to restore order on the Bund, in the lobby of the Chinachem Hotel, the Mission's medical staff was examining Marshal Bloomberg's injuries.

"The bullet passed through the marshal's upper arm and hit the sixth rib on the left side, which was blocked by the rib and did not enter the body cavity." Major Heidel opened the aluminum case and pulled out a glass syringe from it.

"The bullet broke the rib and surgery had to be performed immediately to remove the warhead fragments from the wound. I will first inject him with an injection of anesthetic to relieve the marshal's pain, and to get him to the hospital as soon as possible, where the conditions are too rudimentary, and I need a clean operating room, a full set of surgical equipment, and a few good assistants. Heider pulled out a small ampoule containing a clear potion.

"I promise, you'll get everything you need, Major." Sir George pressed the medic's shoulder.

"Go outside and keep an eye on it, why hasn't the ambulance arrived yet?" Standing behind the British Consul General, Occi turned his face and commanded his secretary.

"Although it was a case that occurred in the concession, the Great Japanese Empire could not stay out of it, and the assassins were obviously coming at me, and they didn't even get any news beforehand. What is Tegaoke doing during this time! And what is the gendarmerie doing? I must be strictly investigated, and this man must be arrested no matter what, otherwise we will not be able to give an account to the German side. Matsuoka gave orders to a bunch of Japanese military and political officials in a frustrated manner.

He had been appointed by the emperor before he came to Shanghai, and while he was in Shanghai, he could mobilize all the Japanese forces in the surrounding area, whether they were army, navy, military police, or police, and Foreign Minister Matsuoka had the right to dispose of them on the spot.

has the base camp and the cabinet to endorse him, even if he is dragged out and shot, he can only pinch his nose and admit it, even if he is found innocent when he is held accountable afterwards, what can he do if his broken head is glued.

"Huh! Your Excellency, we immediately sent someone to investigate. Sawada respectfully bowed his head and accepted the order.

"Red Deer Noro!" At the back door of the hotel lobby, a gendarme slammed a lieutenant in the face.

The gendarmerie lieutenant was beaten on the spot, and then quickly straightened his waist and resumed his upright posture.

"Kunoya Deer, Flower Valley, you bastard, do you know what you were talking about?" Dazuo grabbed the captain by the collar and stared at the other party's face viciously.

"Hah! Sir, but I did meet this Assassin before. Captain Hanaya looked back at his boss without fear.

"This isn't a joke, Flower Valley." Dazuo said with a serious expression.

"I'm definitely not joking, sir, I just know that the stakes are high, so I'll report it to you immediately, sir." Hanaya replied loudly.

"Oh no, oh bad. If what you say is true, something like that.... No, the matter must be reported immediately to His Excellency the Foreign Minister. Osa loosened Hanaya's collar.

"You come with me, Flower Valley." Osa commanded Hanaya, and then pushed open the door behind him.

At this time, the assassination was not yet known, and all the guests were told that no one was allowed to leave the hotel until the investigation was concluded. Fortunately, Chinachem had a large number of spare rooms, so most of the inconsequential guests went upstairs to rest in the arranged rooms and waited for the preliminary investigation report from the Public Concession.

Instead of having eaten the noon feast, they witnessed an assassination attempt, and many people were severely frightened, and few of these wealthy businessmen and politicians could be called warriors, and most of them were more afraid of death than ordinary people.

Ding Mocun took a few thug agents from the secret service to run up and down for a long time, and finally settled the group of Wang puppeteers. After inspecting the surroundings of the floor, several people walked into the suite specially prepared for them in the hotel.

"Ah Si and Lao Wang stayed at the door and guarded." After entering the door, Ding Mochun coldly ordered, and the two thugs who followed behind him glanced at each other, and then stood separately on both sides of the door.

"Lock the door." Ding Mochun continued to command, and another thug closed the door and pinned the switch of the Sbelin lock.

"Turn on the lights and close the curtains." Ding Mo Chuen walked to the door of the bathroom, opened the door and glanced inside.

"Director, martial law has begun downstairs, and the streets are full of British soldiers." An agent stood by the window, observing the movement downstairs through the gap in the curtain.

"It's not surprising, today's incident is a revelation." Ding Mochun took off his top hat and handed it to his subordinates, then gently rubbed his wrists and paced back and forth in the room.

While walking, the director of Wang's puppet secret service department glanced at the subordinates standing in the room with a grim gaze, and finally when he walked in front of a tall thin man in a gray suit, Ding Mochun suddenly paused, turned around and slapped the tall and thin man with a fierce slap.

The tall and thin man was completely unguarded, and was immediately stunned, and he covered his face and looked at his boss, his eyes full of confusion.

"Still playing dumb for me!" Ding Mo Chun backhanded another slap, and the tall and thin man finally couldn't stand it this time, turned over and sat on the ground.

"Bastard, eat inside and crawl outside, you want to kill me!" Ding Mochun pulled out a revolver from his lower back and pointed it at the slender man's forehead and unleashed the hammer.

"Wait a minute, don't shoot!" The tall and thin man finally reacted at this time, and the boss wanted to kill him, so he hurriedly waved his hands and begged for mercy.

"Director Ding, my old horse began to follow you when he was in Wuhan, not to mention the saddle before and after the horse all these years, there is no credit and hard work, everyone can see it, how dare I harm you, director." Perhaps it was the adrenaline that worked, and the tall and lanky man found that his eloquence had never been so good.

"Do you think you can get by pretending to be pitiful? If you want to deceive me, Chongqing must have spent a lot of money to buy you. Ding Mo Estate held the revolver steadily, pointing directly at the thin and tall head.

"Over there in Chongqing? They have been trying to take my head, and there are thirty or forty people who have died in my hands, how can they come to buy me, Director Ding. Even if I die, I will go to Lord Yama to cry out for injustice. The thin and tall man burst into tears at this time, dripping down the corners of his eyes, and his face seemed to have a big injustice written on his face.

"Well, that's why I didn't kill you right away. So how do you explain what happened just now, I recognized it at a glance, it was Liu Agen who shot him, and he was your subordinate! Hehe, you even shouted out to return my rivers and mountains, and you dare to say that you have not been bought by Chongqing. Ding Mochun said this, but his thumb closed the hammer of the pistol.

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