At this moment, Lei Daming felt his hands and feet were a little cold, the flashlight in his hand trembled slightly, and his heart was pounding wildly.
He stood up, forcing himself to calm down, and turned to his officers, ordering, "What are you all standing there for? The man is dead, what's the point of hiding so far away! Quickly check him out, make sure he's still breathing, and ask if there are any eyewitnesses. They're all old and frail, do I even need to tell them?"
The other officers were also terrified by the scene before them. In all their years in the police station, they had never seen such a sight. Blood was flowing everywhere on the streets.
The police officers went up to pull the car door open, but they couldn't open it at all. Someone found an iron bar and pried the car door open. The corpse inside fell out, covered in blood, and fell to the ground.
The entire street was immediately filled with a strong smell of blood. As several younger police officers carried the bodies out of the car, they could no longer hold back and ran to the side to vomit.
After a long time, they finally managed to clear out the body, and one of their older constables came over.
"Detective, there were a total of thirty-four corpses, not a single one alive. They were all nearly beaten to a pulp, and each one had been shot in the head. They were as dead as could be! This wasn't the work of ordinary gunmen. The people who did it used long guns, specially made steel-core bullets, and military grenades."
After saying that, he handed over the several bullets and fragments of a grenade he was holding.
Lei Daming gasped upon hearing this. He knew that his subordinate was a veteran who had served in the army for many years and was very knowledgeable about these weapons. He wouldn't be mistaken.
Lei Daming took a steel-core bullet, weighed it in his hand, and said with a bitter face, "Who the hell did this? Why did they make such a big fuss? What kind of grudge do they have?!"
This time, he really couldn't take it anymore. He had caused such a big commotion in the French Concession, and thirty-four people had died. How could those Frenchmen accept this? What would the Green Gang's attitude be? The Green Gang's big boss had been killed, and the Green Gang would definitely give an explanation to the outside world. Lei Daming had a headache just thinking about it.
The veteran constable, a shrewd man with years of experience, stepped forward and lowered his voice, saying, "Is that even a question? This Lu Laosan has been chasing after Fu Yaozu's assassin everywhere lately, and now look what's happened—they've come knocking on our door. There are way more than just a dozen gunmen. Look at this car, how many bullet holes are there? The angles of fire are so spread out, there are no blind spots at all. This is practically an army! Their equipment is ridiculously sophisticated. They're using these expensive bullets like they're free. Detective, we can't mess with these outsiders. Our men can't take it!"
"Alright, alright, I know exactly what you're up to!" Lei Daming said irritably, waving his hand to interrupt the old policeman. "Get things done first. If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up; you don't need to be the one to take the bullet!"
At this moment, another police officer ran over and said urgently, "Detective, when we were looking for witnesses in the vicinity, we found four households where people were all hooded and locked in small houses. They have been released now. We asked them and they said that the gunmen were hiding in their houses before the shooters started. There were at least seventy or eighty gunmen."
At this point, the fear in his eyes was obvious to everyone. Just think about it, so many fierce gunmen were hiding in the French Concession, and even the Green Gang boss Lu Laosan was wiped out. How could they, as police officers, live in peace after this?
Who knows, if I really run into one one day, with a family to support, would I be willing to fight to the death with such a ruthless character?
Seventy or eighty gunmen? Lei Daming didn't want to say anything more. This was no longer a gang fight. It was obvious that the Wuhan government's hidden power in Shanghai was strong enough to wipe someone off the face of the earth at any time. Even the Green Gang bosses who could influence Shanghai, like Lu Tianqiao, were proof of that.
Thinking of this, he waved his hand and said, "Quickly find some people to clean up the scene, let's leave!"
"Are those residents to be taken back for questioning?" the police officer asked.
Lei Daming glared at him and said irritably, "What do you want to ask? If I ask, would you dare to go look for him? Lu Laosan wanted to go look for him, but he's lying right here now. You're just being stubborn, hurry up and get back to work!"
"Yes!" the patrolmen around him quickly replied.
Luo Zidong returned home, but for some reason he still felt uneasy, though he couldn't pinpoint the reason.
He was in a daze. He chatted with his wife and children for a while, then prepared to rest. But he tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. Soon the phone by his bedside rang.
His heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition surged into his mind. He quickly sat up, grabbed the phone, and heard an anxious voice coming from the other end.
"Master Dong, it's me, He Zhu!"
This is someone Luo Zidong placed in the police station. It was He Zhu who secretly leaked the information that one of the gunmen who assassinated Fu Yaozu had been shot.
"What happened? Tell me quickly!" Luo Zidong asked hurriedly. A phone call so late must mean something serious has occurred!
"Master Dong, something terrible has happened! Third Master's convoy was attacked on Wumen Street, and Third Master and all his bodyguards are dead," He Zhu said rapidly.
Luo Zidong felt a sudden dizziness and didn't hear He Zhu's next few words clearly. He took a deep breath and asked again, word by word, "He Zhu, what nonsense are you talking about? Third Master didn't go out tonight, so how could he be attacked on Wumen Street? Have you lost your mind?"
On the other end of the phone, He Zhu said urgently, "Master Dong, I saw it with my own eyes. I even carried Third Master's body out. His body was riddled with bullet holes. It was too gruesome! You are the successor disciple, so you should prepare early. I'm calling you secretly, so I can't say any more."
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