That makes sense. Such actions might seem unbelievable to others, but they're nothing new to the KMT members. Their loyalty to the organization and their adherence to their beliefs are unmatched by KMT members, especially by those traitors who would follow whoever offers them the most benefits.
At this moment, Li Zhiqun said again: "Fan Zhongfu's actions are very clear. He did not choose to make a move when facing the guards alone, but did it in public. This shows that he had no intention of escaping at all. He was deliberately seeking death. He wanted to use those National Assembly representatives to spread the news of his death and warn his accomplices."
The conference will convene tomorrow, and these delegates will soon spread the news. All sectors of Shanghai will know that Fan Zhongfu died at our No. 76 Special Agent Headquarters, killed by our guns. Who will take the blame? You? Or me?
Deng Mingxiang grew increasingly frightened as he listened. He had just joined the Seventy-Sixth Division and his position was unstable. It was precisely for this reason that he was eager to arrest more anti-Japanese elements, make some contributions, and consolidate his position in the Seventy-Sixth Division. But now things had not gone as planned, and it seemed that he would have to take the blame for this matter.
He broke out in a cold sweat, his eyes darting nervously to Li Zhiqun, and pleaded, "Director, it was all my oversight. I just wanted to get things done. Director, I've always followed your lead. Please give me a chance."
Li Zhiqun snorted coldly. Deng Mingxiang was his man, so he naturally had to protect him. If this matter were pursued further, it would still cripple his own arm and weaken his own strength. For now, he should try to find a way to gloss over the matter.
Li Zhiqun waved his hand and said, "Go and search his clothes and dormitory right now to see if anything is missing. I'll handle the rest. Be more careful in the future and don't cause any more trouble!"
Upon hearing Li Zhiqun's words, Deng Mingxiang felt as if he had been granted a pardon. The director had taken the blame for him, which was tantamount to letting him off the hook. He quickly nodded repeatedly, accepted the order, and left.
Looking at Fan Zhongfu's corpse, Li Zhiqun couldn't help but feel annoyed. Fan Zhongfu's death would definitely alarm the higher-ups. He wasn't worried about those so-called celebrities. The Seventy-Sixth Division was vicious and arrogant; otherwise, they wouldn't have directly arrested and coerced people, acting without any scruples.
Shanghai has been occupied for a long time and is completely under Japanese control. People from all walks of life in Shanghai have been severely suppressed by the Japanese, and no one dares to speak out. In particular, Shanghai's newspapers and periodicals are under strict control. It can be said that Li Zhiqun is not afraid of these so-called celebrities causing trouble at all.
His only fear was that the high-ranking officials of the puppet government would cause trouble, especially Zhou Fushan and others, who had long been looking for him. If they were to report this to Mr. Wang, he would probably suffer some hidden losses. However, he was fortunate to have the support of the Shadow Agency, so he figured it wouldn't be too serious.
This sudden incident was not kept from Luo Xingchao. He stood in the restaurant, watching the waiters clean up the bloodstains on the floor. His face was expressionless, but he was extremely anxious. He didn't understand what had happened.
He had clearly passed the message to Fan Zhongfu, who reacted quickly, instantly tucking the crumpled paper into his sleeve. This shows that he realized the paper was important and would carefully examine the information and the pickled plum inside when he got back.
The next steps are simple: just follow the instructions in the message, and in two hours, he can successfully escape from here and leave safely.
Everything was planned and all preparations were completed, but Fan Zhongfu chose to end his life, and in this way at that. What was his reason for doing so?
Luo Xingchao took a deep breath, turned around and left the restaurant. At this moment, he saw Deng Mingxiang leading a group of people hurriedly walking towards the backyard, and he was startled.
He suddenly realized something: Fan Zhongfu hadn't used those six sour plums, so those plums would be a clue. If Deng Mingxiang found those plums among Fan Zhongfu's belongings or in his dormitory, he would definitely investigate their origin. Then everyone who had contact with Fan Zhongfu would be suspected. Would Deng Mingxiang notice that he had risked contacting Fan Zhongfu today?
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