Cicada Moving

Chapter 359 Gunshots

In the evening, the meeting ended in an atmosphere of excitement and chaos. There were no policies to improve people's livelihood or support farmers and workers. They were all military and political arrangements for a decisive battle in the southwest.

Zuo Zhong pinched the cell phone in his pocket and smiled in his heart. Being so close to the bald head, the reception must be very clear. He would go back and sort it out before handing it over to old K. Thank you fellow villager for your help.

At this moment, the bald man who was talking to several big guys moved his feet. He quickly walked over and put on the cloak for the other party, and whispered: "Chairman, according to the schedule, you should go back to the rest house to rest."

"OK."

The bald man, who was already a little depressed, nodded, waved to everyone and walked out the door. As a result, he met someone who made him unhappy at the door. The other person was being interviewed.

Mr. Wang has always had a good relationship with the public opinion community. This may be due to the fact that he does not keep a tight lid on his words and dares to say anything to the outside world. For example, he told reporters about internal secrets at this moment.

 “The government is confident that it will solve the problem of underground parties within the country, which is related to”

“Hmph, sensationalizing.” The bald man snorted coldly and strode out of the auditorium.

Zuo Zhong glanced at the cheerful reporters and frowned. Why were there more reporters than before? Was it later? This made him a little uneasy and he immediately got closer to the bald head.

Not only him, but other guards also gathered around and escorted the bald head to the parking lot. The reporters originally wanted to interview the bald head, but after seeing this scene, they had to give up and gradually dispersed.

As the bald man walked, he suddenly asked in a cold voice: "Shen Zhong, the secret service headquarters is always unclear about his relationship with the Japanese. Your secret service will not be like them, so bet on both sides."

“Reporting to the leader, the Secret Service has only one purpose, which is to protect the leader.”

Saushige stated his position without hesitation, and continued: “Before the meeting, we sent people to monitor him and his cronies, and his secretary met privately with the Japanese consul Yakichiro Suma.

According to the analysis of the monitoring and surveillance results, the two parties should be in the testing stage. Due to the East Asia Club incident, there must be something dirty between them, and they will not trust each other so easily. "

Although the bald man did not name him, Zuo Zhong knew it must be someone Wang. No matter from which aspect, he had no reason to cover up for this traitor.

 “Humph, mother Xipi.”

The bald man looked ugly, but he was still satisfied with the work of the Secret Service. He nodded: "Pay more attention to this person's thoughts. If you find anything, you can report it directly to me."

Zuo Zhong was faced with the difficulty of doing what he did: "Chairman, I have something in my humble position and I don't know whether to talk about it or not."

The bald man waved his hand: "Just say, if anything happens, I will make the decision for you."

"yes!"

Zuo Chongxiang mustered up the courage: "After the case of the puppet Manchukuo spy, we made an unexpected discovery. Director Xu Enzeng's nephew was discussing marriage with the puppet Manchukuo spy, so we detained this person.

A few days ago, Director Xu came to the Secret Service to intercede for his nephew. Considering that he was a colleague of the party and the state, the Director agreed to release him after the case was investigated. He only needed Director Xu to provide the person's file registration.

 For unknown reasons, the Secret Service Headquarters transferred many personnel files, including Xu Enzeng’s nephew. At that time, Director Xu did not respond after hearing this, and then left quickly. "

Telling requires a lot of strategy. The most taboo thing is to make decisions and make judgments for the boss. He only needs to tell the facts. As for what the bald man thinks, it is not his decision.

Baldhead did not express his position immediately after hearing this. He was aware of the conflict between the Secret Service Headquarters and the Secret Service. This was a situation he had intentionally created. Otherwise, Xu Enzeng would have been investigated and dealt with by Director Chen alone.

When he was about to reach the car, he said ambiguously: "We need to continue to observe this matter. I know Xu Enzeng. It is true that he is incompetent, but he should not dare to do it."

 “Bang! Bang! Bang!”

 “Bang bang.”

Before the bald man could finish his words, multiple gunshots suddenly rang out around him. Before the shots were fired, he was thrown to the ground by Zuo Zhong. Only then did the other guards react and hurriedly drew their guns on alert.

Zuo Zhong pressed his bald head under his body and shouted to the guards: "Disperse! Establish defense, **** the Chairman to the guard room, send people to the door to find the personnel of the Secret Service, and ask them to come over and coordinate the defense."

 Actually, he could hear that the gunfire seemed to be far away from them, but how could he show his loyalty otherwise? If the occasion was not inappropriate, he would have wanted to leave here directly with his bald head on his shoulder.

The guards knew that he was the personal bodyguard appointed by the Chairman, and immediately took countermeasures. They occupied key positions in the square with weapons in hand, and covered Zuo Zhong and Bald Head as they rushed into the guard room.

 “Bang bang bang…”

While they were acting, gunfire rang out again and became more and more intense. It seemed that the gunfire just now was not an accident. Someone really launched an attack and was fighting with the guards.

As soon as he entered the guard room, Zuo Zhong ordered several panicked officers: "Contact the city defense headquarters and the guard troops, load the machine guns with live ammunition, and be careful, there will be reinforcements coming from the direction of the gate."

"Yes." Each of these officers has a higher rank than Zuo Zhong, but no one mentions it now. How can the Generalissimo's personal bodyguard be measured by military rank? It's too late for them to curry favor with Zuo Zhong.

With a few orders from Zuo Zhong, the scene was quickly brought under control. The bald man sat in the corner of the guard room with a very ugly face. The Japanese really took action under the instigation of the British.

It's just how the other party did it. Today's security work is very perfect, at least in the eyes of him as an "old soldier", how did the Japanese sneak in, and where did the guns come from.

The bald head glanced at the fellow who was blocking the door with his body, and the suspicion that had arisen immediately dissipated. If Zuo Zhong or the Secret Service wanted to kill him, there was no need to wait until now. There were plenty of opportunities before.

Whose problem is that?

Not only was he thinking, but Zuo Zhong, who was standing at the door, was also thinking about what was going on and why the other party was able to bring the gun in. There could be no problem with Lao Song's search. Could it be that there was collusion between inside and outside.

 “Boom.”

The faces of the people present changed. They even used grenades. But after a while, all the sounds disappeared. It was not clear whether the assassin had killed the guards or was wiped out.

At this moment, Zuo Zhong saw Song Minghao and his men rushing over from the gate, shouting: "I am Song Minghao, the chief of the military intelligence section of the Secret Service. I have been ordered to come to support. Please don't shoot if you are one of us."

 “Let them come over.”

Zuo Zhong ordered the machine gunner and then waved: "Lao Song, come here quickly. Is everything normal outside? Have you notified Wu Chunyang and Gui Youguang? We must ensure the safety of the Chairman."

Song Minghao ran over sweating profusely with his gun in hand, and replied loudly: "Report, the guards of the 88th Division at the door have set up sandbags and horses, and Chunyang and Gui Youguang are blocking the surrounding area as planned."

Zuo Zhong thought for a while: "Send people to conduct reconnaissance at the place where the gunshots were fired. If the opponent is not dead yet, organize a resistance. The guard troops will arrive as long as they persist for ten minutes, so everyone will resist."

 “I’ll go there myself.”

Song Minghao's face was serious: "They want to come over, unless we are all dead. If something happens to me, please ask the section chief to take care of the orphans and widows at home for me out of past kindness."

After speaking, he saluted, raised his pistol and shouted at his men: "Defend the leader, make great achievements today, everyone, follow me." Then he ran away with forty or fifty people.

The black line is heavy at the left end. The Japanese intelligence team can only hold a dozen people to death. He led forty or fifty people there and their lives were in danger. MD, how dare this **** steal his own lines.

But when he turned around, his eyes were filled with tears. He promised the bald head: "Please rest assured, leader, even if all the people in our secret service die, we will never let the Japanese spies harm you at all."

 Baldhead sighed with emotion. This was the inner strength he could rely on. When faced with danger, he rushed forward without bargaining. This reminded him of the national-military team before 1927.

Similarly, regardless of personal gains and losses, personal life and death, with just one order, countless powerful warlords were swept into the dust of history. Dai Chunfeng did a good job, and this force must be reused.

He stood up and held the civilized stick: "Very good, you must remember these warriors carefully. If something happens to them and their family is supported by the party and the state, I will definitely seek justice for them."

 “Thank you, Chairman.”

Zuo Zhong looked excited, but his heart was calm. He felt that news would come soon. He didn't know who was so unlucky that he blocked the gun for the bald man. It couldn't be Lao Dai.

As he thought, someone did block the gun, but it was not Lao Dai. He was just a major general and was not in the eyes of the assassin. The person who was shot was Mr. Wang, the president of the Executive Yuan of the National Government.

When the bald man left the auditorium with a dark face, Mr. Wang decided to call it a day and reluctantly said goodbye to the reporters. The crowd seemed a little confused. When the guards noticed something was wrong, they fired their guns.

The assassin in the crowd fired three times, one shot hitting Wang's left arm, one on his left cheek, and one on his back spine. Amidst the screams, Wang fell to the ground, and the scene was in chaos.

The situation was chaotic for a moment. The normally dignified senior officials of the Fruit Party were confused and fled in all directions. A certain Central Committee Member who was suffering from foot disease was so frightened that he ran away and shouted for help.

A certain minister surnamed Kong didn't even care that his new mandarin jacket was torn, and hurriedly got into the bushes, and then crawled into the auditorium. Many people saw this and ran back to the auditorium in piss.

What's even more terrible is that Wang shouted before falling down: "So-and-so is hurting me."

This time there was trouble. The guards present did not know whether this statement was true or false, so they were a step late in fighting back against the assassin. However, there was no room for hesitation in a life-and-death fight, and they paid the price for this.

 “Kill them!”

A short man in a suit with a camera around his neck yelled and emptied the Browning in his hand. It was he who shot Wang three times, and there were his accomplices in the crowd.

Following his voice, five or six assassins among the reporters took out their weapons, relied on the trees at the entrance of the auditorium as a cover, and without hesitation pulled the trigger on the dazed guards.

These people were both men and women. Their tactical movements were standard, their marksmanship was very accurate, and their actions were very ferocious. After one round of shooting, they killed more than a dozen guards. There were corpses everywhere in front of the auditorium door.