The third part of the bloody fire resistance, Chapter 9 of the rushing flow, the first part of the bow pulling (16)

Ritsukonosuke turned his head and looked behind him, then showed a puzzled expression. The officer stepped forward, grabbed Ritsukonosuke's arm with both hands, and shouted in surprise: "Park Jun, I am..."

"Bastard" Ritakanosuke didn't wait for the other party to speak, and raised his hand and slapped him in the face, slapped him back with what he hadn't spit out.

"Papa" Seven or eight slaps in the face, the officer stood there straight, not daring to say a word. After Li Takaosuke stopped, the person apologized in a speechless manner: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Ritsunosuke snorted coldly: "Bastard, see who I am, Eight-Grades"

After saying that, he left, and the officer stood there and saluted. At this moment, Ritakanosuke had already seen clearly that he was a North Korean classmate who had been studying in Japan with him. He had not seen him for almost twenty years and the other party could still recognize him, which made him feel chill.

The door opened gently and closed gently. Ritakanosuke looked up and saw that it was the guy. The other party looked nervous. It had been a few years since there had never been any trouble here.

"Who is that?" After asking in a low voice, the guy said loudly again: "Taijun, please calm down, calm down."

"Previous classmate." Ritakanosuke whispered, adding for a long time: "He recognized me, my true identity."

"Then." The guy took a step forward and made a gesture of wiping his neck without any hesitation.

The old friend I met suddenly made Ritakanosuke's heart frozen by the cold war, and a rift appeared. He hadn't returned home for twenty years, and there was no news about his relatives at home. His mother's kind face still looked like he had been more than twenty years ago. Is she already covered in white hair and her father still alive? Where are the elder brothers, elder sisters and others? And the younger sisters, the faces of relatives, and childhood playmates, all came to her mind.

"You can't hesitate, you must decide immediately. There are seven or eight people in that group, and they have almost finished drinking and will leave soon." The guy's voice was a little anxious.

"That's my best friend before, we grew up together." Ritakanosuke's eyes flushed and glared at the guy.

The guy did not wince, and said word by word to his eyes: "You know the rules of this industry, and he shouldn't recognize you."

After saying that, he turned around and wanted to pull the door out. Ritakanosuke called out: "Come back."

The guy turned around and came back, and Ritakanosuke said slowly: "You can't do this, there will be endless troubles when you do this. That Nishimura is probably still staring at me. It is difficult to hide the situation outside the bathroom."

"I understand." The guy nodded, turned around and left, stopped again, and said to him: "This contact point is invalid. Next time I go to the contact point No. 3 to contact." He paused: "Only I know your situation, I will not fall into their hands alive. In addition, if No. 3 is destroyed, please pay attention to the news in the new newspaper in Peking and do not seek contact on your own initiative. Go away immediately."

Ritakanosuke didn't answer, stood up and put on his boots, then slapped his palms, which sounded like he slapped the other person twice. The guy fell on the tatami, and he opened the door and left angrily.

After Ritakanosuke left, the guy covered his face and walked out of the private room, lowered his head and walked back. When he arrived at the building, his movements immediately became fast. He quickly opened a door, flashed in, closed the door, grabbed the phone on the table, and dialed the number: "My cousin is critically ill, you go home and take a look."

In silence, the atmosphere in the store began to change quietly. After the guys took turns to the store, they then took turns to come out, scattered in various parts of the store, and two rickshaws came out in the alley opposite the hotel.

Two streets away from here, in a grocery store, the roaring ringtone broke the calmness of the store. The owner of the thirties picked up the phone and his face became serious after hearing a few words. After putting down the phone, he hung a bankrupt sign outside the door and closed the store. After a while, he left the shop with a long strip wrapped in cloth, and waited tightly in the darkness of the corner of the alley.

Soon, a car stopped at the entrance of the alley, and fires appeared in the car three times. He walked out of the shadow, opened the car door and sat in the car. During this period, there was no communication between them.

Within a few minutes, telephone calls rang out in five places on the streets around the hotel, and the five people left the place where they had lived for three or four years and boarded the coming car.

Choi Changhao helped his companion out of the hotel drunk. He was depressed. He was drunk very happily, but was disrupted by a senior officer. As a Korean, he was discriminated against in the army and being beaten by Japanese soldiers is a common thing. But these slaps today made him a little dissatisfied. The officer was obviously his childhood friend Park Wenyong, but he refused to admit it. He didn't say it. He slapped himself seven or eight times. The traces on his face have not disappeared yet.

Just as he was complaining in his heart, he did not notice that the lights in the two originally dark rooms on the second floor of the hotel suddenly turned on, then went out again, and then turned on again, and then the third one, and then two cars drove towards each other from the left and right sides.

"Tadadadadadada"

Several fire chains flew out of the car. Cui Changhao, who had just walked down the steps, fell to the ground immediately. Before the people in the car were finished, the door was wide open, and several figures jumped out of the car and rushed into the store. The store immediately burst into gunfire and exploded.

A group of Japanese soldiers rushed out from the gate of the comfort station next to him, carrying bayonets, "boom" grenades exploded in the Japanese group, and two lit lights flew out of the rickshaw. The two soldiers who had just rushed out of the smoke fell down, and the large group of Japanese soldiers behind him fell down immediately.

The gunshots in the store gradually became sparse, but the gunshots outside the store became even more intense. A group of Japanese soldiers rushed out of the alley. The rickshaw driver who was blocking in front of the store was suppressed by the Japanese firepower. Two grenades flew out from the second floor of the hotel. After the explosion, several figures rushed out of the store and quickly got into the car. The car started immediately. Two figures rushed out from the rickshaw. One of them rushed into the car, and the other fell outside the car door. The car rushed towards the entrance of the alley without waiting for the door to close.

Three flame tongues flew out of the car, three submachine guns fired wildly, the driver pressed the accelerator to the maximum, and the car rushed through the enemy group and rushed towards the entrance of the alley.

With a "boom", the car behind tilted and hit a stone step. The car blocked the car like a raindrop. The door was pushed open. A figure just jumped out of the car and was knocked into a hornet's nest by the flying rain of bullets. The rest were blocked in the car.

"Bang" A gunshot came from the car, and then two grenades flew out of the car door. In the smoke and clouds of the grenade explosion, a figure rushed out of the car, rolled over two consecutively, and rolled behind a stone pier.

However, the bullet quickly found his place, and the figure hid behind the stone pier and could not look up. He looked at the completely damaged car and raised his hand to shoot at the fuel tank.

"boom"

The debris and shock waves generated by the explosion pushed away the Japanese soldiers who were gradually surrounding him. The figure who was originally lying behind the stone pier jumped up and rushed through the smoke of gunpowder. The two guns in their hands kept firing, pressing the Japanese army to the ground, rushing across the street, and disappearing in the opposite alley.

More than ten minutes later, the captain of the Peking Military Police Corps, Murakami and Kamei, went to the hotel where corpses were everywhere, and all the Japanese officers in the hotel were killed.

Murakami looked serious. Since the crackdown on the anti-traitor group in Peking, there has never been such a large-scale attack in the city of Peking, such serious casualties and injuries.

Kamei was not the case. He was excited to ask the fox. He had checked this store with Qingcheng before, but now something happened to the store. He didn't know why Qingcheng Xiaoshan wanted to check this store, but now something happened to this store, Qingcheng must have made great progress.

A "crunch" sounded and the two officers got out of the car. They ignored the soldiers who were cleaning the ruins around and walked directly towards Kamei and Murakami.

After seeing the appearance of the two officers, Murakami suddenly became confused. Logically, this kind of attack should not be managed by the military intelligence department, but by the military police force of the Special High School, even the Intelligence Bureau of the North China Government Affairs Commission, or the intelligence agencies of the five North China provinces. However, the intelligence department of the Dispatch Army Headquarters should not interfere. They mainly target military intelligence, not such agent intelligence.

"Kan Kamei, are there anyone alive?" Nishimura didn't care about the village, and did not care about the number of casualties, so he asked the most concerned questions.

"No," Kagui shook his head and said, "The attack was completely traced in advance. Twenty-six officers in the store were all killed..... The attackers' two cars were destroyed, killing five people, and estimated three to four people escaped...."

Kasui Konishimura gave a detailed introduction to what they knew now. Nishimura listened silently, while measuring the situation in his heart. This attack happened shortly after they left. Why did these people attack here? Is it related to Ritsunosuke? If so, what is the relationship? Contact point, the responder? Why did they attack here instead of the officer comfort station next to them?

"Did there be any casualties in the shop?" Xiaoshan Qingcheng asked.

"Yes, one person died." Kamei replied: "But we suspect he was one of the attackers. He had a German-made muffler on his hand, which was a weapon that the military killer liked to use."

"Where are the others?" Xiaoshan Qingcheng's face changed. The guys in this hotel have been reviewed and there are actually military spies. It seems that what Xicun said makes sense.

"I don't know, I'll run away." Kamei was a little depressed. They found a ladder behind the wall. It was obvious that after the attacker succeeded, he escaped in two ways, climbed over the wall, and rushed out in a car.

"Catch all the friends immediately and arrest Shicun." Nishimura made a decisive decision. Shicun was the owner of this store and from Hokkaido. He has been in China for seven years. He arrived in Peiping two years ago and soon opened this Northeast-style hotel here.

"Hayi" Kamei was about to leave to execute the command.

"Please go for a trip to Murakami." Nishimura's cold voice came. Although Nishimura and Murakami were not in a unified system, Nishimura's military rank was colonel, and Murakami was only a Nakasama. As an officer at the headquarters of the North China Expeditionary Army Command, he was one level higher than the Peking Military Police Command.

Although Murakami had doubts in his heart, he immediately accepted the order and left with a dozen soldiers.

"Why did they take action?" Xiaoshan Qingcheng was also puzzled. He had also been to this hotel. Most of the officers who came here today were middle and lower levels, and there were no particularly important senior officers. If so, the Ritakasuke who left in front had the highest rank. The impact and contribution of killing a major general was far higher than those lieutenant officers. But why did they not take action when Ritakasuke was there?

"There is only one explanation..." Xiaoshan and Nishimura spoke almost at the same time, while Kamei looked at them in confusion, not knowing what they were talking about.

Nishimura took Kamei aside and decided to tell him the whole story: "Twenty minutes before the attack, Qingcheng-kun and I were there." Nishimura signaled to the entrance of the alley opposite Nishimura, Kamei was extremely surprised. He obviously understood the subtext. Nishimura and Qingcheng were monitoring this place, so why?

"I suspect someone, I suspect he is a Chinese spy..." Nishimura spent more than ten minutes telling Kameni in detail about the clues of allegations of spies in the Expeditionary Army headquarters, and then told him about his suspicion against Takanosuke.

"What did you say?" Although he was prepared, he couldn't help but be shocked by the name revealed by Nishimura. The deputy chief of staff of the North China Expeditionary Army, the pride of the North China Expeditionary Army, Li Takanosuke, was actually a spy who invaded the empire. This was incredible, and what was even more incredible was that there was no direct evidence for this suspicion.

"But, you, there is no evidence." Kamei stared at Nishimura hesitantly.

"It turns out that I'm going to give up," Nishimura slowly stared at the cleaned body: "However, after tonight, I feel that my suspicion makes sense, and Li Gaojun is a major suspect."

Qingcheng Xiaoshan stood by the side seriously, listening to Nishimura telling the most difficult mystery of his work in recent years, but he had a doubt in his heart. Why did he do this? He could not reveal these to Kamei.

A car drove in from the entrance of the alley at electric speed. Before the car could stop, Murakami jumped out of the car. He looked around and found Nishimura and the others, and then walked quickly towards this side.

"Reported that the entire Shicun family was killed and the residence was burned to pieces."

Nishimura and Kamei looked at each other and took a deep breath almost at the same time. The other party's actions were so fast and ruthless that they did not leave any clues for themselves.

"The clues are not broken," Xiaoshan Qingcheng suddenly spoke, Nishimura Kasui Murakami stared at him at the same time. Qingcheng thought, "Why does Shicun hire so many Chinese people? Someone must have given him some advice. This person must be someone he trusts. Immediately check that those Chinese people who have close contact with him are there."

"Murakami, take action now." Nishimura sent Murakami away again. Kamei understood that Ritakanosuke's situation could not be told to anyone else, only he could know.

After Murakami left, Xiaoshan Qingcheng pointed to the row of corpses again: "If we have a good guess, it is that there is a major danger in the cockroaches. The other party has to take such measures. So what major danger is it? There is only one explanation. Someone discovered his identity, so who discovered his identity? I think it is in those piles of corpses."

Nishimura and Kamei's frown gradually loosened, and Aocheng's bold guess allowed them to capture a trace of light in despair. If the premise of Ritakanosuke being a spy is true, then Aocheng's inference is very likely, and even the only explanation.

With the killing of Shicun, this shop was an important stronghold for the Chinese people, and it was indisputable in the eyes of these intelligence personnel. Whether it was a agent or a criminal, the actions always had a purpose. Qingcheng Xiaoshan's inference just filled in the missing important link.

In the next few days, Nishimura handed over the task of monitoring Ritakanosuke to Aochung Koyama, allowing Kazui to track down the escaped men and attackers, while he himself checked the identities of the fallen officers and their experiences.

Xicun became more and more crazy. He almost stopped working in the headquarters, but moved to a yard in the city, not missing any tiny clues. He often drove two soldiers to a stronghold dozens of kilometers outside the city. Xiaoshan in Qingcheng was becoming more and more worried about him.

Five days later, Xiaoshan's concerns in Qingcheng were confirmed. Xicun was ambushed on the way back to Peiping, and all eight people accompanied him were killed.

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