Chapter 51 Release

Situ Xiaoyan and Ouyang Kai planned to rescue Chen Zikun, but they were not so stupid that they went directly to go to the police station to rob the prison, but chose another plan.

That is to attack the Western Capture, which gave the concession authorities an illusion that the murderer had not yet been brought to justice. This method was thought of by Ouyang Kai. He was familiar with Sun Tzu's Art of War since he was a child. He was complacent about his thirty-six strategies. Situ Xiaoyan also expressed strong support. After planning for a while, the two of them hurriedly went out.

The two jumped out of the back wall of the Jingwu Society and called a rickshaw to go straight to the concession. Ouyang Kai wore a black silk dress. Situ Xiaoyan was wearing a black Xiangyunsha dress, and was not conspicuous in the night. He came to the Laozha police station near the main road. The two of them waited patiently.

In a short while, a white man in plain clothes came out of the police room and hurried away. Ouyang Kai and Situ Xiaoyan exchanged their eyes and followed him quietly, following the man into a dimly lit alley. Ouyang Kai covered his face and rushed up, quickly put him on the ground, pulled out a dagger and pushed it on his neck, but hesitated at the moment of stabbing.

After all, he has never killed anyone, and he faces a living life and has no grudges and grudges with him.

The white man was panicked for a moment, quickly came to his senses, begging the other party not to kill him: "Give me your life, I'll give you everything, money, pocket watch, ring, look, this is a photo of my daughter, she's only four years old."

Ouyang Kai hesitated even more, and he couldn't stab the dagger's hand. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind and said viciously: "I'm just killing the police. I killed the two dead ghosts the day before yesterday. I'll let you go today and tell them to be careful when going out."

The foreigner nodded like pounding garlic.

Ouyang Kai withdrew his dagger and winked at Situ Xiaoyan, who was hiding in the alley, turned around and left. The white man got up in a mess, suddenly pulled out a revolver from his waist, gritted his teeth and pulled out the hammer and was about to shoot at Ouyang Kai's back.

At that time, a piece of broken tiles flew down from the roof, hitting the foreigner's wrist, and the bullet hit the wall beside Ouyang Kai. The harsh gunshot immediately attracted the attention of the policemen on the street, and the siren immediately rang.

Ouyang Kai was clever and found that the matter had failed, so he pulled Situ Xiaoyan to escape quickly. Two minutes later, the brigade police officers were busy blocking the road and searching, but found nothing.

The two failed killers were still panting after returning to the Jingwu Club. The sinisterness of the world and the complexity of society exceeded their imagination. It was late at night, and in order to avoid suspicion, they went back to sleep with their own worries.

A few minutes later, Liu Zhensheng also returned to the Jingwu Society.

The police room at Laozha was blown up, and Locke and Lauberson's corpses were not cold. The commander Horton, who had just come from London, encountered another attack. If he hadn't been extremely smart, he would have become a cold corpse in the alley.

After returning to the police room, Horton received three cups of whiskey in a row, he barely calmed down and told his colleagues about his experience just now. It turned out that Locke and Lauberson died at the hands of the Chinese assassination gang. This case is no longer a simple criminal case, and can be classified as a political case.

The policemen made a big move and arrested many suspects who were wandering around at night. The police room was full of cells and could not contain so many criminals, but there were still new suspects who were constantly arrested.

The next morning, new information came. A pawnshop in the concession received a gold watch with the name of the murdered police officer Lauberson engraved on the case. The policemen immediately dispatched and followed the clues to catch the pawnsman. It was Natasha, a prostitute from the Petersburg Club.

At the time of the incident, Natasha was the only witness. The wanted order issued by the police was based on her confession. Unexpectedly, this Russian bitch actually stole Lauberson's property.

The police interrogated Natasha on a routine basis, but received shocking news that Locke and Lauberson did not die at the hands of some mysterious Chinese assassin, but were jealous and killed each other.

As for why the two policemen died at the hands of the assassin was very simple, it was because Natasha took away Lauberson's wallet and gold watch. For the sake of possessing these property, she fabricated a fictional killer, tall and fierce. The man easily killed Lauberson and Locke and snatched away the property.

Although it is a bit incredible, it is not groundless. At least the police officers who have been to the crime scene have this idea. Locke and Lauberson, the two bitches, did look like they killed each other.

As a result, the case fell into a mystery. On one hand, witnesses claimed that the two died in the fire, and on the other hand, someone claimed responsibility for the death of the police. The police were confused and had to hand the case over to the police.

Both Locke and Lauberson were police officers recruited from England by the concession authorities. Those who were willing to work in the colonies were usually villains and rogues who could not make it to the local area. This is true for Locke and Lauberson, a good friend, who came to Shanghai, was like fish in water and was very prosperous. He was also a bully in the police station, and his hands were cramped when he received the black money.

After they died, no one felt sad. The effort to detect the problem was just because the white people were in trouble. However, since it was two white people who died for a bitch, not at the hands of the lowly Chinese, this matter was a different matter.

The General Inspector of the Police Department reported the case to the Department of Works and Consulates, and the above also felt that the fuss had too much impact on the prosperity of the concession. Since we could have a decent explanation to the Europeans, we should close the case quickly. As for the various doubts in the case, let him go to hell. Shanghai is not London, and not all cases can be revealed. The most important thing is to maintain prosperity. The arrest of people all day makes people unstable, and the losses are tens of thousands of dollars a day, which is something that the Department of Works cannot bear.

For those suspects who were caught, just ask them to pay some money and let them go, and the police station can generate income.

As for Natasha, she was locked in a cell and will be prosecuted for theft soon.

She was lying in the cell, but she felt particularly relaxed, and a scene from last night appeared in her mind.

A Russian named Andre came to the door and threatened her family who was stranded in Russia to force herself to do this. Although Natasha was a weak woman, she had been in Shanghai for a few days and could not submit. She found her boss Petrovic to make decisions for her. But she knew that the boss and Andre actually met her, and told herself that if she wanted to see her family, she would honestly cooperate with Mr. Vasilievich.

So Natasha had to do what he said, deliberately using gold watches to pawn to attract the attention of the police officers, and then turn over the confession.

Anyway, the storm finally subsided. The inspector Horton, who was almost killed, was puzzled and found the inspector general to ask how to explain what the Chinese who attacked him that night.

"Horton, this is not London, but Shanghai. Not everything has a reasonable answer. Perhaps those Chinese want to take advantage of this." The Inspector General shrugged and gave him a specious and unsatisfactory answer. The Inspector General's ashtray was filled with a precious cigar, and behind it was the portrait of King George V of England. But Hoorton felt that the Inspector General was not loyal to the king at all, nor even like a real British man.

Perhaps the bright lights and wine in Shanghai can change everything.

The case ended silently, but those who were mistakenly arrested were still detained in the cell and needed to pay a bail to be released. Otherwise, they would be prosecuted on other charges and detained in Tilanqiao Prison.

For a moment, the police station was crowded and they were all people paying bail. Chen Zikun was released in a daze before he even waited for the court.

The person who came to pick him up was Mr. Sun Wen's guard Huang Luyao. After paying the bail, he took him out of the police room.

Five minutes later, an Oldsmobile sedan was parked at the door of the police room. Jian Bing, a famous prostitute on Sima Road, came to bail Chen Zikun with a bank ticket. When she heard that Chen Zikun had been released, she breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved that Officer Horton, who was responsible for bailing, was very puzzled.

Ten minutes later, a well-dressed Chinese man took a rickshaw to the police room and handed over his business card. It turned out that it was Nong Jinsun, the secretary-general of the Jingwu Sports Association. He also came to bail Chen Zikun. When he heard that the person who was about to bail was almost being protected by someone else, he looked calm and left after a few words of politeness.

After half an hour, a Russian came to bail Chen Zikun. He heard that the person had left, so he quickly left the police room.

Horton was very curious and checked Chen Zikun's files. The suspect was arrested by the Russian team of the Wanguo Business Corps. He was six inches tall and was said to have gunshot wounds on his body. It was completely in line with the characteristics of the murderer. What was strange was that he was mixed with a large number of prisoners and was not arraigned. There were three groups of people who came to bail him, and his identities were different.

When contacting the Russian prostitute, Horton felt that the case was really confusing, but the truth seemed to be waved to him not far away.

A villa on Molière Road in the French Concession was covered with green trees and flowers. Sun Yat-sen stood in the yard with his hands behind his back, looking into the south with a solemn expression. There was a stick of incense on the incense table in front of him.

Chen Zikun was brought over by Huang Luyao, stood five meters away, and said softly: "Prime Minister, I've brought him back."

Sun Wen turned around and smiled slightly: "Zikun, it's not good to have a prison."

Chen Zikun said: "Thank you for your kindness in saving you."

Sun Wen said: "Before doing this next time, it is best to think clearly that you shoulder the mission of the country and nation. Even if you sacrifice, you must sacrifice it with value."

Chen Zikun nodded, noticed the incense case, and said suspiciously: "Is this?"

"Yin Weijun died..." Sun Wen's voice was low, with deep sorrow.

This sentence is like a bolt from the blue that passed by Chen Zikun’s heart. After only ten days of separation, why is it that the Yin and Yang are separated?

"Revolutionaries have to face sacrifices at any time. Martyrs Weijun died for the revolution. The death was great and glorious. We must remember her forever." Sun Wen said sadly.
Chapter completed!