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In the morning in Shanghai, the sun has just risen. The sunlight shines through the branches of the plane trees, leaving red shadows on the bungalows on Scotta Road. The morning mist drifted between the houses, and it was white. There was not a single pedestrian on the street, and there was no sound at all.

General Qingqi woke up from his slumber, reached out to touch the beautiful woman next to him, but touched it empty. He sat up and cried; "Step ......"

No one answered, and he listened to the silence in the small building, and looked up to see that Hamasaki's clothes and boots were gone—she was gone. His little bird had flown away, and he didn't even have time to part with her.

Qingqi, who was naked, suddenly felt very cold, and quickly wrapped the quilt tightly, touched the cigarette case next to the pillow, lit a cigarette and sat there in a daze.

At this time, the phone on several phones rang suddenly, and he found for the first time that the phone was ringing to death, and he was actually startled, and he must ask Yamaki to change to a new phone later.

"I'm Qingqi." He yelled into the microphone angrily, and his subordinate Terauchi Shou Erbing Cao's slightly panicked voice came from the receiver: "Report to the general, big ...... Big...... The big thing is not good, Nakata-kun ...... He ......"

This stuttering in the temple is a mistake, and I can't even speak clearly!

"What's wrong with Nakata?" Qingqi asked anxiously.

"Nakata-kun, he's out ...... Something happened! ”

"What's wrong?" Qingqi's heart flashed Nakata's figure, this drunken and lustful guy was fighting with the marines outside again? Last time, Nakata was jealous of several sailors of the Marine Corps because of drunkenness, relying on his own learning a little jiu-jitsu, beating people all over the ground, and was locked up by the gendarmerie for a few days. I've already warned him, why did he have an accident again?

Nakata-kun ...... He died, in ...... At...... In his office! ”

"What?" The sky was clear, and Qingqi was a little confused, but he immediately calmed down, and his brain began to work quickly. "I'll come over right away, be on guard on the spot, and don't let anyone else move. Inform the special high school section of the gendarmerie to send someone over and let Shiro Sakai lead the team to inspect the scene. ”

Qingqi quickly washed up, got in the car and left, as a general of the empire, the appearance must be kept tidy. In the back seat of his car, he was deep in thought. From yesterday afternoon to now, in more than ten hours, the Imperial Army's spy elite in Shanghai has lost four, plus the 76th cadre Sun Meizhong, five people in his own system have been killed, but they haven't even figured out who the opponent is, what a wretch! What particularly painful for Qingqi is the death of Nakata Hidetoshi, his right-hand man is responsible for a lot of important work, and the clues in his hands are broken when he dies. Although Haruki had ordered Nakata to write down important work in a confidential book and send it to the secret room for safekeeping after work every day, it was really difficult for someone else to take over so many things!

Needless to say, this was an organized operation aimed at striking at the Empire's spy organization in Shanghai. But why did Sun Meizhong and Nakata have to be selected as targets? They're not the highest-ranking people. Does the two of them have anything in common? And who organized this operation? It was relatively easy to kill a man at the gate of Seventy-Six, but it was quite another to kill a Japanese officer unknowingly at the headquarters of the Shanghai Dispatch Army, and it was ten times more difficult to kill a specially trained agent. You know, Hidetoshi Nakata is a third-stage jiu-jitsu dan! On weekdays, Nakata is no problem dealing with ten or eight big men alone, but today he was silently killed in his office!

Shanghai spy war for so many years, Qingqi has a deep understanding of his opponents: **** shrewd and efficient, but not very professional, although the **** members are not afraid of death, there are also a few masters who have received special training in the Soviet Union, but in general, the **** intelligence agencies do not have the ability to organize large-scale intelligence operations, and they also lack experience in fighting foreign intelligence agencies.

The Kuomintang Central Command was cunning and insidious, and the personnel were well-trained and had a certain patriotic spirit, but there were too many internal factions and the leaders were incompetent, and although they had also carried out many various operations in Shanghai, what left a deep impression on Qingqi was the advanced secret service equipment equipped by the Central Union, and moreover, after the establishment of the 76th, the Shanghai District of the Central Command had almost been wiped out by the former colleagues, and even the district chief was arrested by the 76th.

The KGB (National Security Council) and GRU (Military Intelligence Bureau) of Soviet Russia also had branches in Shanghai, and they carried out extremely efficient work among the White Russians and Jews in exile in Shanghai, but they were foreigners, and most of them operated in the concessions, and the efficiency of their work in the Chinese community was much worse.

The US Strategic Intelligence Agency once operated a small intelligence network in China, but because Asia is not the main strategic direction of the United States, and the main strategic direction of the United States is in Europe, so the personnel and funds are not very abundant, and it relies more on Chongqing to obtain the information it needs.

Britain's MI6, that is, the Secret Intelligence Service, is a formidable adversary. Its focus was also not on Asia, but the arrogant British gentleman was unwilling to put down his position to cooperate with Chongqing, and still relied on his own strength to do inconsequential work. Last year, the May Agency had stripped off the disguise of a British agent -- his disguise was a businessman, and unfortunately he was exposed -- the May Agency found him, tortured him, and killed him after he had told him everything -- after all, Japan had not yet declared war on Britain at this time, and it was against the rules of the game to kill one of the other spy. More often than not, the captured spy is a bargaining chip to be exchanged.

Among the 40,000 Jews in Shanghai, there was also a secret force active - Haganah, which later developed into the famous Mossad, a slightly layman opponent like ****, but also shrewd and strong, and had great influence in the Hongkou area of Shanghai.

Finally, there was his dog, Seventy-Six, or more precisely a wolf he raised. Although they have extremely high business literacy and efficiency, Haruhi feels in her heart that these people are the walking dead - a group of soulless tools. They have no conviction and do not know what to fight for, so they are brutal and cowardly. Such a group of people cannot tolerate their people, and they may defect or bite back at any time. For Qingqi, the people of No. 76 can be sacrificed, including Li Shiqun, and Qingqi despises them from the bottom of his heart.

Shi Gaota Road is very close to the headquarters of the Shanghai Dispatch Army on the North Sichuan Road, and it only takes three to five minutes to arrive, and the sunny weather is even earlier than Sakai of the special high class. The driver, Miyoro Umezu, parked the car gently, and Isoroku Yamaki in the front seat politely opened the door for Hariki. Haraki suddenly came back to his senses from his contemplation, glanced at Yamaki, and went straight upstairs through the cordon and into Nakata's office.

Nakata's office was not what he imagined, there was no trace of a fight at all, only the body of Hidetoshi Nakata lying on his back on the floor.

"Who told you to move the scene?" Qingqi yelled at the temple next to him.

"I didn't ...... No, I don't. The temple looked aggrieved.

Qingqi stared at the eyes of the temple for a long time, making sure that the temple was not lying. It would be strange that either Nakata was killed by someone he knew, or the killer restrained Nakata as soon as he struck, making him unable to speak out or resist. But how is this possible? Can you restrain a jiu-jitsu master like Nakata with one shot?

He suddenly thought of Sun Meizhong, who was also killed by a single blow, could it be the same killer? Thinking of this, Qingqi suddenly had some inspiration.

"Go, call No. 76 and ask them to send Sun Meizhong's relics to my office immediately, and not a single one can be missed." He yelled at the mountains and trees beside him.

"You," he said back to the temple, "go to the secret room and bring Nakata-kun's secret book to my office." ”

Then, he looked down at Nakata, who was lying on the floor on his back, and he was surprised to find that Nakata's head had turned at a strange angle, and his face was facing his back! He couldn't help but gasp, Nakata was clearly torn off his neck, how much strength does this take? He reached out and touched the back of his neck, not daring to think about it again, only feeling that the cold hairs on the back of his neck were all standing up. At this time, Shiro Sakai of the special high school also arrived with his criminal investigators, and walked into his office next door with a sense of humor, and asked Sakai and them to go to work, and he called Koji Matsushita, the star officer on duty last night.

Matsushita has been under control since Nakata's body was discovered, and at that time he was on duty with today's star officer.

"There was no movement, nothing unusual at all." In the face of Qingqi's question, Matsushichi shook his head vigorously. Panasonic's honesty is absolutely convinced, and this can also be verified from the accounts of several other guards. All of them said that nothing out of the ordinary happened from last night to the early hours of this morning, and no one entered the headquarters!

Could it be that Nakata himself broke his neck?

At this time, there was a commotion outside the door, and the temple stumbled in, and he stammered even more: "Report...... Report...... Report, ...... Protect...... ...... of the Confidential Room The ......" temple stood there trembling incessantly.

Qingqi's nerves tensed suddenly, something happened in the secret room? That was the most important database of the Mei Agency, almost all the information on the secret war was stored there, and if anything was missing, the loss would be huge, and he, the head of the secret service, would not have to do it anymore.

"Don't say it, sing it to me!" Qingqi knows that it is smoother to let the temple sing one thing than to say one thing. So the temple sang in the tune of "Spring in the North".

"The secret room, Horikoshi-kun, he's dead too, chief, hurry up and take a look, hurry up and take a look...... "This time, Qingqi is really anxious. He rushed into the secret room at the other end of the corridor in three steps and two steps, and the secret officer Hori Yuexiong fell to the ground on his back, his godless eyes widened, his hands spread out, and he took a notebook in his right hand. Qingqi recognized that it was the income register of the secret room, and every information in the income secret room had to be registered in the income register.