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On the day Jiutiaoren arrived in Shanghai, several sentry posts were set up near the train station, but martial law was not imposed.The platform and lounge had been cleaned the day before, so they were clean at this time.

In addition, the headquarters did not prepare extra ceremonies, no flowers and reporters to report, only Akio Sakura and several government representatives went to greet them.

At this time, there was still some time before the special car arrived, Zuo Cang and others were waiting in the lounge.There were a few passengers and staff standing sparsely on the platform, and some of them came forward to watch out of curiosity, but they didn't get any closer when they saw the police officers surrounding them.

Zhu Nanjiang patrolled outside the station with a few police officers.After the negotiators arrived, they stayed in the lounge for a while and then went out through the back door. The car sent by the headquarters was already waiting outside the station.

At this time, a few reporters appeared from nowhere, with cameras hanging around their necks, and they stood near the back door looking in. This action also attracted the attention of several passers-by.

Two station staff stepped forward to question and handed over the press card to Zhu Nanjiang. The latter looked at it and threw it back: "Photography is not allowed here, please go back."

The reporter refused to leave, saying that he had a certificate of admission, and after he finished speaking, he groped around to find the certificate. Zhu Nanjiang pushed him impatiently: "I don't want to hold a ceremony today, but I'm going to the ass? Go away!"

Sakura poked his head out when he heard the commotion, and shouted at him from a distance: "What's the fuss? Hurry up!"

The guards surrounded them and chased them away, knocking down a camera in the confusion.The reporter cursed, and Zhu Nanjiang raised his leg and kicked him on the knee: "Okay! You said you have an admission certificate, show it to me!"

"Why do you police beat people!?" The toe of the police boots was so hard that it was like an iron bar when kicked on a person's leg. The reporter was kicked to the ground and couldn't get up cursing. "I just wanted to take it, don't you look!"

Zhu Nanjiang went up and kicked again: "Fake certificates and gather crowds to make trouble, you can wait to eat in prison!"

When he chased away the reporters and returned to the lounge, a large crowd of onlookers had already gathered outside the back door.Sakura frowned and asked what was going on.

"I don't know where the reporters came from and wanted to sneak in to take pictures, and they said they had proof of admission."

"Which one?"

"I didn't ask...the person hasn't left yet, I'll go ask now."

"Don't ask." Sakura grabbed him, "Just drive him away, don't talk to them, the negotiator will be here soon."

Another [-] minutes later, the special car finally came roaring, Zhu Nanjiang followed Sakura out of the lounge and onto the platform.After the car came to a complete stop, two guards came down first, and then a short middle-aged man was helped down the steps.

Zhu Nanjiang looked at him from a distance, and felt that this man looked similar to all the small Japanese, the only distinctive feature was the tuft of goatee on his chin.

Accompanied by two government officials, Sakura Akio greeted him warmly in Japanese, and the group returned to the lounge.

I originally planned to take a break here before taking a car to the headquarters, but during the minute I left, someone knocked over the vase on the coffee table, spilling broken glass and water all over the place, and two staff members were cleaning it up.Sakura's expression turned ugly for a moment, but it wasn't easy to attack, and Kutiaojin was full of energy and didn't seem to want to rest, so he smiled and bowed and made a gesture of invitation: "Kujo-san, let's go now!"

Two guards walked in the front, and then Sakura led the way step by step.Zhu Nanjiang followed at the end of the team, and in front of him were the two government officials who were forced to accompany him to pick him up.

A few people walked through the back door to the side of the road. The headquarters' car was parked not far away, and there were still some spectators gathered around.

Zhu Nanjiang scanned the crowd nervously, knowing that many of them were associates of the assassins.The reporters who caused the disturbance were Wang Yaqiao's people, and the people who gathered around to watch the fun and told everyone that "some important person is coming soon" were also Wang Yaqiao's people, and even the staff who had just cleaned up the broken vases in the lounge, he could tell at a glance It is also fake.

In the blink of an eye, he came to the side of the car, the police officer opened the door, Kujo Jin turned around and put his arms around Sakura, probably telling him to get in the car first.Just as he was pulling, he suddenly saw him staggering and slamming into the car door. Sakura bowed because of his obsession and couldn't see what happened for a while, but the two officials standing behind him screamed: "Assassins! There are assassins! "

The scene suddenly became chaotic.After yelling twice, the official turned around and ran towards the station with his head in his arms. The police officer on the side raised his gun but didn't know where to point it. There were screams from the crowd, and the men and women who were watching the excitement just now dispersed in a swarm.

Zhu Nanjiang commanded the police to block the road and bombard the ground, while pushing away the fleeing passers-by and squeezed to Akio Sakura: "Lieutenant general, retreat quickly, there may be stray bullets."

Jiutiaoren has been carried into the car by the police. Although he did not die on the spot, his injuries may not last him to the hospital.

Sakura's face was already quite ugly.He knew in his heart that there was a mistake in the work of the police station, although he didn't know which link was wrong - the plan was reviewed by him in advance, and it seemed perfect at first glance. Or the police chief's lax guidance.

Either way, it's beyond repair.The negotiator was killed in full view as soon as he arrived in Shanghai. Not only did I wish Nanjiang could not be blamed, but he, the military commissioner, could not escape the responsibility—this time he was killed miserably!

All the police forces deployed near the station were dispatched in advance, and the fleeing crowd was intercepted as soon as they reached the intersection, and all men, women, and children rushed back to the station by the same route.As for how to deal with it after rushing back, we still have to wait for the director to make the next step.

Zhu Nanjiang glanced around, but he was not sure that Wang Yaqiao's people had evacuated from the scene as planned - although there was no police force on that road, and the road conditions were complicated and it was easy to escape, it was difficult to guarantee that those who fell behind would be patrolled or come The supporting gendarmerie came across.

Standing in front of Sakura with a gun in his hand, he repeated anxiously: "Lieutenant General, retreat first!"

Sakura Akio hated Zhu Nanjiang so much now, if it wasn't for the conditions, he would have tied him up and whipped him right away.It's okay to be shameless and disobedient at ordinary times, but at the critical moment, if you lose the chain, you deserve to be beaten if you fail to succeed!

Holding the car door and standing up, he planned to evade at the station first, and search the people present one by one after all the roads were blocked.Just two steps away, someone suddenly yelled behind him. He was originally in a state of extreme alertness, but before he could hear what he was yelling, he shrank suddenly, and the bullet passed in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, there was another gunshot, accompanied by screams one after another. At the same time, Zhu Nanjiang, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around and flew towards him.

Sakura was knocked down to the ground, and then was helped to sit up by the surrounding police officers, and then looked at Zhu Nanjiang in his arms, his eyes were closed, and a large pool of blood was dripping from his back.

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