lcionline Chapter 1005 Editor Wen was shot
Chapter 1005 Editor Wen was shot
Peking Military Police Headquarters.
Beiyuan's special car arrived, and the military police standing guard at the door didn't dare to stop it.
They drove all the way to the yard, Kitahara got out of the car angrily, and went straight to Hanatani Masaru's office.
Without knocking, he pushed the door open and walked in. Hua Gu was sitting behind the desk looking at some documents. Suddenly someone pushed the door open and scared him.
He was about to curse when he looked up and saw that the person coming was Kitahara Ransuke, and he quickly put on a smile.
"Minister Kitahara, why are you here?"
Kitahara Ransuke is now a major general, in charge of the North China Front Army's spy system. He is in a high position and has great power. Even when he is angry, he still has some aura.
He snorted coldly, "Hua Gu Zheng! Do you still have any respect for superiors and subordinates? Do you still respect me, the Minister? You've been conducting large-scale searches throughout the city, mobilizing the Beijing Police Department and the Coordination Bureau. When are you going to mobilize me?"
In fact, this matter really depends on the butt.
Although the Secret Service Department is powerful, it is more like a guidance agency with not too many staff. Its main business is to be responsible for counterintelligence work within the front and to guide the gendarmerie headquarters in various places.
Please note that it is guidance rather than leadership. Of course, in real practice, if the chief officer is strong, then he is a leader. If he is not strong, then he can only be a guide, or even not even a guide.
This is like some strange phenomena at the local level. Some departments at the line level prefer to be led by the block level, while some departments at the line level do not care much about the block level, but obey the orders of the superior departments at the line level.
This phenomenon is related to the degree of independence of each department, but it is also related to whether the leadership above is strong.
Ultimately, it is all about the game of power.
This kind of game is also divided into stages. In the era when power was equal to interests, this kind of game would not stop until the relationship was torn apart.
In an era where power equals responsibility, this game has changed from how to fight for power to how to pass the buck.
It’s hard to say too much. If you are a newcomer to the public sector, you can think about it yourself.
In the context of Kitahara and Hanatani Zheng, Hanatani Zheng is the commander-in-chief of the Peking gendarmerie and comes from a prominent family. Naturally, he wants to have the final say and does not want to find a mother-in-law for himself.
Kitahara Ransuke came from the Peking Military Police Headquarters and was in charge of the Secret Service Department. Of course, he hoped that the Peking Military Police Headquarters could continue to be under his leadership, and it would be best if the commander-in-chief would obey his orders.
The emergence of contradictions is natural and inevitable.
Hua Gu was from a family of espionage, and he looked down on grassroots people like Bei Yuan. However, since he was a superior, he was still polite and said, "Mr. Bei Yuan, we are just arresting some rebels. I think this is a small matter and it doesn't need to waste your time, so I didn't report it to you..."
Beiyuan interrupted him with a sneer, "Someone died in front of the Six Nations Hotel, is that a small matter?"
Murders aren't a big deal these days, but a Japanese businessman died in the inner city in the middle of the night, and this is something that should be reported.
Hanaya pondered for a moment, "There's a hidden story behind this. Since Kitahara-kun wants to know, I'll report it to you slowly. Someone did die last night, and I already have a rough idea of who did it."
"Who did it?"
"Central Bureau."
"Central Bureau?"
"Kitahara-kun, please sit down first and I will explain it to you slowly."
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Dajiugang’s business is good in the morning and at noon, but not so good in the evening.
On the one hand, many laborers have to unload night trucks at night and have no time to drink. On the other hand, those who have money and time to drink at night often go to the Erhunpu. The side dishes in the big wine jar are really bland. They are okay to eat in the morning, but they seem a bit thin to eat in the evening.
Only a few people who drink three times a day and have little money in their pockets still patronize the big wine barrel in the evening.
Most of these people don't want any food. They just order a few glasses of wine and eat it with pickles brought from home. They don't hesitate and drink the wine in a few gulps. When the alcohol starts to take over, they stagger home and fall asleep. The day has passed smoothly. They sleep until the next morning, then have another drink and continue to feel dazed.
When the clock struck eight, Sister Yun prepared to close the shop.
This job is hard. She has to get up at three or four o'clock in the morning to cook side dishes. After all, people who get off work come to drink after four o'clock.
Just as I was about to close the door, I heard the curtain rustle and a man staggered in from outside.
He tripped over the threshold and fell headfirst to the ground.
Sister Yun took a closer look and found that it was Editor Wen!
He quickly stepped forward to support him, "Mr. Wen, Mr. Wen? Are you drunk?"
Editor Wen's real name was Wen Qixuan. This usually refined man had beads of sweat on his forehead. With Sister Yun's help, he struggled to raise his head, "Boss, please help me!"
When he looked up, Sister Yun saw a bright red spot on his left shoulder in the light!
This is a shot!
The normally aggressive woman quickly panicked when she saw the blood. "This, this, Editor Wen, why don't we go to the hospital? I'm a woman, I..."
"Madam, this is the Japanese attack. Please save me. I will definitely reward you handsomely in the future!"
Sister Yun gritted her teeth, helped him up, and carried him to the backyard.
I poured some wine to disinfect it and put cotton wool on the wound.
"Editor Wen, this bullet has to be taken out..."
Wen Qixuan gritted his teeth and shook his head. "Don't worry, it's a penetrating wound. Oh, it's just a through-and-through wound. The bullet isn't inside. Madam, I'll have to trouble you to clean up the floor outside and close the door. I'll hide here with you for one night. If anyone comes to search, I'll just climb over the wall and leave. I won't cause you any trouble! You saved me, I can't hide it from you. I work for the South. This time I got the Japanese's battle plan and wanted to escape, but they spotted me. What a pity..."
Sister Yun was still panicking. "Editor Wen, you guys are doing something really big. I don't understand it even if you tell me. I'm going to close the door first. You... Sigh! They say saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Never mind. I don't care what you do. Just stay here for now. Otherwise, where can you go with this look on your face?"
I hurriedly left the backyard and walked into the store. Coincidentally, a patrolman came in at the door and said, "Sister Yun, are there any suspicious people? We have been ordered to search. If there are any suspicious people, you must report them immediately."
"Hey, Mr. Fan, you come here so often, don't you know our place? The most important thing in doing business is to avoid causing trouble. Let alone suspicious people, even if a stranger comes, I will have to run to you to report."
"Okay, don't call me boss, just call me Lao Si. I'll go check out the front. If there are no customers, you can just close the door in the morning!"
"Yes, yes, now we are going to put up the door panel."
After Patrolman Fan Laosi turned around and left, Sister Yun took two quick steps, closed the door panel, and then began to clean up the bloodstain on the ground.
Fortunately, it is not conspicuous, otherwise it would be troublesome if it was seen by the patrolman.
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P.S. I am almost done with my work. My relatives from other places have returned home one after another. There will be four chapters tomorrow. I will try to finish writing this plot. I feel more tired than usual after a few days of vacation. Does anyone feel the same?