allonlinenovel Chapter 59 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 33
Chapter 59 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 33
The large black pot was transformed into a small frying pan. Nakamura hesitated for a moment, but finally accepted the light and airy little black pot.
Although it's still troublesome, there are countless espionage cases that haven't been solved over the years, so even if he fails to investigate, the punishment he'll receive won't be too great, and he can accept that price.
But the Ito family is watching his actions, so he naturally has to show a positive attitude and use all available resources to demonstrate that he takes it seriously.
At this time, our good friend of the Japanese, Mr. Wen Zhao, the loyal lackey of the Empire, will come in handy.
As night deepened, Wen Zhao, who was returning home from a date, was asleep when Nakamura woke him up from his bed.
Nakamura, his face pale and bandaged after removing the bullet, said, "Mr. Wen, I'm entrusting this matter to you!"
Upon hearing of Mr. Ito's tragic death, Wen Zhao's expression turned angry and serious: "Rest assured, I will do my utmost to find that audacious murderer!"
In broad daylight, under the clear sky, to carry out an assassination in the peaceful and prosperous city of Shanghai, especially targeting a nobleman from the Japanese Empire, the assassin must have a death wish!
He heard the omen and decided to act on behalf of Heaven today to find that guy!
Nakamura nodded in satisfaction, knowing that Wen Jun remained as loyal to the Empire as ever.
Of course, no matter how loyal he is, he cannot completely rely on a Chinese person to do such an important thing.
Thus, the military police and the police station simultaneously launched two parallel efforts to find the murderer who brutally killed Mr. Ito.
The police officers, clad in black leather, stormed into countless nightclubs, arrested countless dancers and waitresses, collected countless ransoms, and caused chaos throughout the French Concession before finally finding a useful clue.
"That woman used to be a dancer at the Oriental Dance Hall. She was forced to quit because her opium addiction led her sugar daddy's wife to discover the loss of their family's wealth and chase her to the dance hall to cause trouble!"
After investigating for almost half a month without finding a single clue, Nakamura, who suspected that the pair of assassins had fallen from the sky, was immediately invigorated upon hearing Wen Zhao's report: "Are you sure?"
Wen Zhao remained calm: "According to the witness's testimony, the woman's build and accent were similar to the assassin from that day, and she also smelled of opium."
"Furthermore, don't you think it's too much of a coincidence that Mr. Ito's wife came to his door just two days before his assassination attempt?"
As everyone knows, the thing we least trust in intelligence work is coincidence!
Nakamura's eyes widened with delight as he listened to Wen Zhao's words. Out of caution, he summoned a military police officer to verify Wen Zhao's investigation results.
Soon, the same report appeared on his desktop.
"Arrest them!" This time, he didn't hesitate and slammed his hand on the table.
In the French Concession, in the mansion of a Green Gang boss, an old man was listening to a new opera and squinting contentedly.
Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and more than a dozen dark gun barrels were pointed at him.
The old man's expression changed slightly, and he narrowed his eyes dangerously: "What are you doing?"
The patrol officers were all locals in Shanghai, so they naturally knew the old man's abilities and how many people on the street depended on him for their livelihood.
If possible, they would not want to get involved in his affairs with the Japanese.
But what could they do when their boss was a complete lackey of Japan?
"What are you standing there for? Put our Master Jin in handcuffs!" An arrogant voice slowly came from outside the door. Jin Guang looked up and saw Wen Zhao walking in with a nonchalant air.
Now, his expression turned even uglier.
"What do you mean?" This young punk, does he really think he can be arrogant and domineering in front of me just because he has a powerful father?
They're all working for the Japanese, so who's really that noble?
Could it be retaliation for intercepting his smuggled goods a few days ago?
But who in Shanghai doesn't know that to distribute goods outside, you have to go through him and give him a cut?
This kid takes advantage of the Japanese people's high regard for him and repeatedly breaks the rules.
Jin Guang was already giving him a lot of face by waiting until he extended his reach into his own business territory before making a move.
If this kid still doesn't know what's good for him, then don't blame him for being impolite.
Wen Zhao sneered: "I'm an official, I don't need to explain what I mean to a petty thief like you!"
After saying that, he waved his hand and said, "Arrest him!"
Deceiving too much!
Jin Guang finally lost his temper and smashed the cup on the ground.
In an instant, more than a dozen gunmen hiding in the house rushed out.
Gunshots suddenly rang out today in what was touted as the safest French Concession.
"idiot!"
"idiot!"
The Special Higher Police Chief would curse and then slap Nakamura, turning Nakamura's once-good face into a bloody mess.
Nakamura felt rooted to the spot, head bowed, not daring to dodge, and endured several slaps, his eyes becoming somewhat unfocused.
"Section Chief, I'm so sorry!"
The moment the slap stopped, he abruptly lowered his head and bowed deeply.
He never expected that Jin Guang was an active member who secretly defected to the Japanese, nor did he expect that the so-called dancer was a spy sent by the Special Higher Police to recruit and lure him.
A few days ago, the spy mysteriously disappeared, and the Special Higher Police are currently searching for him intensively.
And today, he is saying that the spy who was born and raised in Japan and was extremely loyal to the empire was the murderer who assassinated Mr. Ito.
How ridiculous!
How absurd!
He even had Wen Zhao torture Jin Guang because of this absurd result!
Jin Guang, branded with a hot iron, finally couldn't bear the torture and confessed his affair with the Japanese.
There were nearly ten interrogators present at the time, and not all of them were their own people. It was obvious that the news couldn't be kept secret.
He exposed such a secret weapon used to divide the Chinese people and do dirty work for them. The section chief could demote him or not without anyone saying anything!
Nakamura, his mouth still full of the metallic taste of blood, shook his head, a flash of resentment in his eyes: "This is all the answer Wen Zhao gave me; he's the one who found this clue!"
If it weren't for Wen Zhao, he would never have bothered with Jin Guang!
The Special Higher Police Chief glanced at Nakamura, this irresponsible guy, with disappointment, and after a long while, he snorted coldly: "Bring him here!"
He wanted to know how this guy found Jin Guang, and what was the deal with that dancer who looked like one of his men!
"Yes!"
When Wen Zhao rushed over, he immediately noticed the unusual expression on Nakamura's face.
"Nakamura-kun?" His expression hardened. "What's this?"
Nakamura glared at him fiercely and, without saying a word, led him to the Special Higher Police Chief.
"Mr. Wen," the Special Higher Police chief said gently, his earlier agitation gone, "can you tell me how you found the golden light?"
His voice was gentle and soothing, but Wen Zhao knew that if he revealed even the slightest flaw, this old dog would immediately bare his fangs and bite him to death.