Liu Dacheng shrugged slightly and remained silent. In later generations, he was a national police shooting champion. The title of "sharp shooter" was not unearned.
Deng Fei was also full of doubts. In this ambush battle, the sniper played a very important role. He needed to ensure that he controlled the scene and could never let an enemy escape.
Liu Dacheng saw what the two people were thinking, and simply said bluntly: "I have a sniper rifle and bullets, and I have taken on this task. I haven't fired a gun in a long time, so I just want to have fun."
Deng Fei said: "Yes, this operation is no child's play. We might all get involved. In my opinion, the number of troops escorting Luo Xin will not be less than one platoon."
"Try it. I'll go find out the news. As soon as there is news, I will call Zeng Zhiquan. The secret code is, there will be mandarin fish for sale in Dongxing market at xx time. This time is the time when the Japanese are out."
...
Liu Dacheng took out a pair of fine porcelain vases from his treasure house. They were Ru porcelain from the Song Dynasty. They were fine in texture and dazzling. The painting on the vase showed two girls picking lotus flowers. After a while, he came to the post carrying the carton containing the vases.
Village head office.
Jiro Okamura was in a good mood these two days. Because Luo Xin was captured, several major cases that shocked Shanghai in the past were about to be solved. Even if Luo Xin didn't say a word, he couldn't escape the crime of being the murderer.
"Liu Sang, why are you here?"
Jiro Okamura jumped up from his chair and took the initiative to go around the big desk and shake hands with Liu Chengda. For a leader, this was indeed too close to the people. But for Jiro Okamura, he mainly liked Liu Chengda.
The cardboard box in his hand. This young donor never comes empty-handed every time. The value of the things he brings is quite astonishing.
"Search, I found a treasure from an antique store. Do you like it?"
Opening the carton, a pair of white, translucent, thin-waisted porcelain appeared in front of Jiro Okamura. Jiro Okamura's eyes instantly glowed with green light. He held one of the porcelain bottles in both hands, and there was endless praise.
"Yo Xi, that's great. Liu Sang, are you giving this to me?"
"Of course. This is my forty-fifth birthday present to the general."
Gangcun touched his bald head and said with some embarrassment: "I really forgot when I was busy. Today is indeed my birthday. Liu Sang has a good memory. Thank you for the gift. Come and sit here."
Jiro Okamura personally made a cup of tea for Liu Dacheng, and his expression was very cordial. Money is not everything, and nothing can be done without money. Every time Liu Dacheng came to Jiro Okamura's office, he would give him a valuable gift. This is very important to him.
For Jiro Okamura, it was natural to regard him as one of our own.
Sitting down, Jiro Okamura smiled and said: "Liu Sang, to tell you the truth, these two days are the happiest two days I have come to work in Shanghai. With the help of Land Rover, I actually captured Luo Xiaoshan and assassinated Prince Masahito in one fell swoop.
, the murder of Bai Yunfu and other serial cases have all been solved. This incident has even shocked the Tokyo base camp. It is estimated that I will also receive a medal from the Emperor of Japan."
Liu Dacheng quickly congratulated him in surprise: "Congratulations to Section Chief Gangcun for getting off to a great start and achieving success. Section Chief Gangcun has good leadership and employs people properly, so he can achieve such a good record. It's really amazing."
"Let's go, I'll take you to see that Luo Xiaoshan. Tomorrow he will be sent to the Military Police Headquarters and handed over to Commander Tada Shun."
Section Chief Gangcun was in a good mood and even offered to take Liu Dacheng to see Luo Xiaoshan. This was something Liu Dacheng did not expect. According to Hideko Kawashima, no one is allowed to see Luo Xiaoshan without General Yingzuo's permission. It seems that
The saying "the county magistrate is not as good as the current manager" is true even among the Japanese.
Under the personal leadership of Gangcun, Liu Dacheng met Luo Xin in the prison. He had been tortured into a state of disgrace and was still wearing handcuffs and shackles. Luo Xin's eyelids lifted up feebly and closed again. His eyes
It looks like it has lost its usual luster.
Gangcun walked in front, and Liu Dacheng followed him. The two stood in front of the cell for a while and then left.
After coming out, Liu Dacheng asked: "Is this this young man?"
Gangcun said with a smile: "You won't even dare to imagine when I tell you that this Chinese guy looks like just a little boy, but he actually endured 108 kinds of torture in the extra-high school course, including electrocution and water torture.
He refused to reveal a word about the previous case and insisted that he was just an ordinary thief who wanted to steal something from Land Rover's house but fell into a trap."
Liu Dacheng pretended to be confused and asked: "Maybe what he said is true?"
"Impossible!" Gangcun said flatly: "We found silent pistols, Ecstasy and other criminal items from his body. Ecstasy was used in the bombing of the Imperial Hotel and the murder of Bai Yunfu.
.There was also the massacre on Ladu Road. An intelligence team under Hideko Kawashima and 20 bodyguards under Cao Dagang, a total of more than 30 people, all had their throats cut. They were all fainted with ecstasy incense in advance, and then
Cut your throat. Do you think there are such coincidences in this world?"
"..."
Liu Dacheng stopped talking. He could only express silence. Luo Xin's willpower was indeed terrifying. As long as he entered the extra-high school, few people could withstand such torture. He endured it and was still alive.
When approaching the door of the cell, Liu Dacheng did not catch any of Luo Xin's psychological activities. He had already put life and death aside and made up his mind to sacrifice.
After thinking for a while, Liu Dacheng asked: "Section Chief, should we hand over Luo Xiaoshan to the gendarmerie? We will have completed the mission?"
"At least the task of our special high school class has been completed. The interrogation transcripts are almost blank. He refused to admit anything. Even if he was treated as an unjust murderer, he would not be able to get out alive. On this issue, I believe you are
understandable."
"The lesson learned by the section chief is that you should be ashamed of yourself. If I were him, I would probably confess to everything."
After hearing this, Okamura Jiro couldn't help laughing. Liu Dacheng was telling the truth and was very sincere.
"I think so too. If nothing else, I can't stand electrocution and waterboarding alone. Send someone to the gate of hell, drag him back, and wait until he wakes up, then send him back in. This kind of torture, as long as it's normal,
No one can bear it. This Luo Xiaoshan, I really doubt whether he is flesh and blood. Okay, let’s not talk about him anymore. Tonight I will set up a two-table banquet at the Imperial Hotel for Tada Shun, Ying Zuo and Qingqi.
Qingyin, Li Shiqun and the others are having dinner. You should also join."
"Director Gangcun, I won't be participating. I've been suffering from enteritis for the past two days and I've been having stomach upsets all the time. I'm still thinking of asking you to take two days off to rest at home."
"Oh? That's okay. Letting those old foxes know about our relationship will not be conducive to your development in the future. Li Shiqun, in particular, is most afraid of his men getting close to us Japanese."
"Thank you, section chief, for your understanding. I've agreed to say goodbye."
Liu Dacheng came out of the special high school, drove to a remote place in western Shanghai, and found a public phone booth to make a call. Zeng Zhiquan stood by the phone. As soon as the phone rang, he picked up the receiver.
"There will be sweet-scented osmanthus fish for sale in Dongxing Market tomorrow."
Before Zeng Zhiquan could react, the other party hung up the phone.
