At this moment, he saw Xu Yongchang and the others standing motionless by the window, waving the leather whips wrapped around their hands, striking them repeatedly. He took a few steps forward, pointed at Xu Yongchang, and shouted, "It's you guys again! Do you always have to suffer a bit before you behave? Hurry up, hurry up!"
Xu Yongchang gave him a cold look before stepping outside, followed closely by several people.
The officer watched as Xu Yongchang and the others left the barracks, then curled his lip and cursed, "Damn it, they're prisoners of war, and they're still so arrogant!"
At 10 p.m. that night, in the magnificent hall of the Metropolitan Ballroom in downtown Shanghai, a large, exquisite palace lantern with red and blue stripes hung in the air, illuminating the entire ballroom.
The air was thick with the smell of smoke and alcohol. For those who enjoy nightlife, this was the start of their exciting lives. The dance floor was bustling with people, all kinds of couples, moving their bodies up and down to the rhythm of jazz music.
On the stage of the dance hall, a glamorous dancer softly sings a popular song, a scene of the bustling nightlife in Shanghai!
But at that moment, a sudden change occurred. The lights in the hall dimmed, plunging the entire ballroom into darkness. The music stopped abruptly, followed by several sharp, loud gunshots. Everyone in the ballroom was immediately terrified. Suddenly, a shrill scream from a woman rang out, and everyone seemed to react simultaneously, scattering in all directions in chaos. People trampled each other, and the cries of women could be heard interspersed throughout the scene!
Then several more gunshots rang out, and everyone scrambled to escape in all directions. Many people crowded out of the dance hall and rushed out the door, creating an extremely chaotic scene.
At this moment, several men squeezed out of the dance hall through the crowd and quickly walked into the darkness. Soon, a voice asked, "How is it?"
"Don't worry, every shot hits! He's definitely dead!"
"Good job. Let's go back and report to the captain."
Soon, officers from the Shanghai Municipal Police Department arrived and, after investigation, discovered a middle-aged man in a suit lying in a pool of blood in the middle of the dance floor. He had been shot three times and was already dead.
Meanwhile, in a corner of the dance hall, there were the bodies of two young men, also shot dead. The police quickly confirmed with the dance hall staff that the middle-aged man was Zhang Mingshi, the director of the First Division of the 76th Special Agent Headquarters, and the other two young men were probably his bodyguards.
The matter involved the headquarters of Agent 76, so the police department naturally dared not neglect it. In the past few months, this kind of situation had been occurring frequently in Shanghai. Everyone knew that this was a struggle between Agent 76 and the Chongqing elements, so according to their usual practice, they had to hand it over to Agent 76 for handling.
Soon, Number 76 sent a team that took the three bodies, along with the dance hall manager and waiters, back to conduct interrogations and investigations overnight.
The next morning, in the director's office, Wu Shicai was reporting to Li Zhiqun.
"Director, the statements have all been compiled. It has been confirmed that Zhang Mingshi and his two bodyguards were attacked by Chongqing elements. Shall we close the case and report it?"
Li Zhiqun flipped through the interrogation records in his hand, laughed, and pointed at Wu Shicai, saying, "Well done, Shicai, you know what, your document writing is pretty good now, very meticulous!"
Wu Shicai scratched his head and chuckled, "Isn't it just a matter of practice makes perfect? I've improved a bit by learning from you, Director!"
After saying this, the two looked at each other and burst into laughter. Zhang Mingshi's death was, of course, arranged by Li Zhiqun and carried out by Wu Shicai. This was a case of the thief crying "stop thief!" With Wu Shicai presiding over the interrogation, the case was quickly proven true.
Li Zhiqun nodded and said, "With Zhang Mingshi dead, Ding Mo will definitely not sit still. You need to send someone to keep a close eye on him and see how he reacts. Also, prepare for the next target."
Wu Shicai nodded in agreement and said, "Understood. Who do you think should be dealt with next?"
Li Zhiqun got up and walked a few steps around the room, then paused and said decisively, "Choose Deng Zhengming!"
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