There were footsteps outside, and then the French lady said in blunt Chinese: "Sir, please!" The door opened and Yan Jing entered, followed by three agents.
The Eleventh Young Master glanced at the agents and said to Yan Jing: "Director Yan, I have a request, they—"
Yan Jing understood, and said to the three agents: "You are at the door!" He closed the door with his backhand.
The Eleventh Young Master sat down, through the glass, squinted at the pedestrians outside in a hurry, and said, "Director Yan, I knew you had an opinion on me, so I sent someone to check my background! You said, I also sent someone to check your background!"
Yan Jing raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Is my foundation thick or thin?"
The Eleventh Young Master's eyes sank: "At that time, Captain Xu and I both suspected that you were the lurking agent of No. 76, so we were paying attention to your whereabouts and some top-secret documents sent to you in private!"
Yan Jing sneered, and said unexpectedly: "Unexpected, really unexpected! Captain Xu will also check my bottom!"
The Eleventh Young Master let out a long sigh of relief: "But we didn't find anything!" He drank a cup of coffee heavily.
Yan Jing tapped his finger on the desktop, looked at the eleventh master, and said with a faint smile: "I found something!"
Eleven Shao stirred the coffee with a spoon, and paused: "Please tell me."
Yan Jing leaned his head on the back of the chair, changed a comfortable posture, and said, "Do you remember the boss Chen of the clothing store we tried together last time?"
Little Eleven said in surprise: "Ah, was the one who bit his tongue and committed suicide?"
Yan Jing paid attention to his expression: "Dr. Sun remembers it very clearly! I intercepted the text he sent to it. This old guy is actually checking my bottom! I have been wondering who made him do this, Director Sun. I just said that I had sent someone to check my background. Could it be him?"
The Eleventh Young Master smiled and shook his head: "I just sent an agent in the confidential room! Don't think about it, Chief Yan."
Yan Jing suddenly smiled coldly: "Is Director Sun still interested in the old monk's case? I am very interested in continuing to talk about it. We found a pair of rain boots in the spring forest of Wanshou Temple. A salesperson at a department store in Bass Street said that just last night, a man with round-rim glasses bought rain boots and changed his gown into a tunic suit in the changing closet!"
The eleventh youngster's vest was cold, and he drank two sips of coffee and said, "Director Yan, let’s not talk about those things. I have an important piece of information in my hand. I hope that Director Yan can accept it! I have eyeliners in Shanghai and Yan'an. They have first-line intelligence there. They are military, Zhongtong, No. 76, and Japanese super high-tech. As long as there is a suitable price, they are willing to sell!" He said He took out a few pieces of electronic messages from his purse and handed them up: "This is the top-secret document from Chairman Chiang's private reception of the commander-in-chief of Japan's'Chinese Dispatch Army', Okamura Neji, please have a look!"
Yan Jing frowned and took the document, moving her index finger between the lines. The Eleventh Major General put his purse on the bar chair, got up slowly, made a cup of coffee for Yan Jing, and whispered: "It's so hot, it's too ventilated here." He walked to the blinds and put the long sleeves in his hands. , Opened the window, a cool breeze pounced in.
He suddenly turned around, walked quickly behind the door, and locked the door "Kata". Yan Jing heard the sound and looked up. The Eleventh Younger had already pulled out a small pistol, and a shot was directed at Yan Jing’s forehead. The bullet whizzed through his eyebrows and flew out from behind his head. The glass window broke in an uproar. crack. Yan Jing's eyes were wide open, with an unbelievable expression on his face. At the moment the Eleventh Young Master fired the gun, he followed Yan Jing and fell under the bar, leaning on the bar to cover, shot his left arm, and threw the gun out of the window.
With his sleeves still balled up, he quickly opened the leather bag on the chair, drew out a few documents, folded them, and quickly stuffed them into Yan Jing's underwear pocket, and then stuffed a letter into his shirt pocket. This series of processes were all carried out in a violent door knocking. When the three agents hit the door and entered, the Eleventh Young Master was already lying down in a pool of blood and groaning.
The three agents were shocked when they saw one death and one wound on the ground. One agent saw the wide open window and chased them out with a gun. An agent went to the front desk to make a phone call, and soon an ambulance from the concession arrived and took the Eleventh Shao to the hospital.
Zhou Hao and Captain Xu also came after hearing the news. Several patrols in the concession were cleaning up the dead bodies and taking pictures. Zhou Hao quickly called Zhou Fohai and asked the Nanjing puppet government to secretly order himself to take over the case. Then, he dismissed those patrols and surveyed the scene with heavy eyes. The file that Yan Jing was holding before his death surprised him. How could such a top-secret file of Grade A be in his hands? He also found several folded documents from Yan Jing's underwear pocket, and his face turned blue after reading it. Those documents are all black evidence of Nanjing military reunification. There are black files about Captain Xu looting some of the Communist Party shops privately, black files about Director Sun selling intelligence, and black files about the handover of Zhou Hao and Communists. It is conclusive and detailed.