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"The male owner should be the first to be shot." Lao Mao didn't seem to hear the sarcasm in Su Chende's mouth, and replied seriously. He pointed to Lu Fei's body, "It looked like he had met the intruder, and then suddenly shot and shot."

He pointed to Zhao Xin's body on the ground again, "The hostess was shot in the end. She was trying her best to get to the child."

As he said that, Lao Hu shook his head, "Strange."

"What's strange?" Su Chende asked.

"This child should have been held hostage at that time, and the bullet was shot from the front." Lao Hu said, and he looked at the body of the male owner on the ground again, with a look of thought in his eyes.

"When the male owner and the hijacker shot at each other, they accidentally hit their own child." Lao Hu said.

He clapped his hands, "That's what it should be."

He looked at Su Chende, "Mr. Su, what do you think?"

"I just want to know when the police station will be able to break the case and catch the violent elements who entered the room to kill people." Su Chende snorted coldly, "Lu Fei is the leader of my agent headquarters operation team. Now that his family is killed, the police station needs to give me an explanation to the agent headquarters."

"What explanation? I don't need to explain it to anyone in the police room!"

A voice rang behind the two.

"Lu Tou." Lao Mao saluted Lu Dazhang.

Lu Dazhang wiped the rain from his face and gave a casual greeting.

"Inspector Lu, what do you mean?" Su Chende frowned and said.

Lu Dazhang's position was transferred a few days ago. His current position is the plainclothes police inspector of the Chinese plainclothes police in Xiafei District, the French Concession.

"According to Article 15 of the French Concession Public Security Ordinance, no one is allowed to bring weapons into the concession without approval." Lu Dazhang glanced at the short gun that Lu Fei was still holding.

Su Chende's face was gloomy. He naturally knew the ban on guns in the French Concession. However, under the current situation, this regulation is basically in name only. As long as it is not seized by the police, it will basically be fine.

But, the bad thing is that Lu Fei did bring a self-defense gun, and he fired the gun, but now the corpse is still holding the gun handle in his hand.

"Inspector Lu." Su Chende snorted coldly, "If the French Concession is in good condition, my people naturally don't need to carry weapons. The fact now is that he has risen to resist and still cannot stop the slaughter of his family."

"Let's not talk about this for now." Lu Dazhang pointed to the agents at the agent headquarters. "Mr. Su, a large number of armed personnel entered the French Concession with live ammunition, and there was also a fire exchange. Should you give Lu a reasonable explanation?"

...

Hou Pingliang held a black umbrella and opened the car door.

From the car door to the entrance of the Cabalai restaurant, more than a dozen long gun policemen were in two rows. They were wearing raincoats and holding Lebel M1886 bolt-action rifles in their hands, which were full of murderous aura.

This rifle was a French Army-based weapon during the European war. In the ninth year of the Republic of China, this gun was discontinued in France. However, the gun is still used on a large scale in the French Army.

It is said that due to the tense situation in Europe, the French military is considering changing the French Defence Force and gradually phase out the Leber M1886 bolt-action rifle that has been in service for half a century.

The eliminated rifles were sold to various colonies by French military second-hand dealers. Cheng Qianfan and Pitt got a batch of Leber M1886 bolt-action rifles from the French Defense Forces warehouse, and then signed a purchase agreement with the French Concession authorities in the name of a trading company to replace the Leber M1886 bolt-action rifles for the concession spear police.

Cheng Qianfan bent over and got into the car.

"Mr. Cheng, Mr. Cheng, stay, stay." A tall and big Europa face chased after him in the rain.

"Stop!" Hou Pingliang pulled out the gun at his waist, turned off the security, and pointed the muzzle at the person coming.

With his actions, the police officers also pulled the bolts and pointed the muzzle at the man.

"Mr. Cheng, Mr. Cheng, it's me, it's me." The man was frightened and shouted.

"Brother Fan, it's Yuri." Hou Pingliang smiled proudly at the corner of his mouth, and he bent down by the car window and said.

Yuri is the lobby manager of Kabalai Restaurant.

He was a Belarus who fled to Shanghai. It is said that his ancestors were once a nobleman in Tsarist Russia.

However, Brother Fan scoffed at this. Brother Fan said that Yuri means a farmer in Russian, and this guy's ancestors may have been slaves to the nobles for several generations.

"Let him come over." Cheng Qianfan said calmly.

Hou Pingliang put away his gun and said, "Check!"

The police officers also raised their guns in unison.

Yuri was frightened. He almost knelt and crawled to the car window in the rain, "Mr. Cheng, Mr. Cheng, you can't close the door."

Li Wenbiao, Chairman of the Concession Committee of the New Asia Peace Promotion Association in France, and his men were killed in the Kabalai Restaurant.

‘Mr. Xiao Cheng’ personally brought his hands to the restaurant to investigate the case.

After careful investigation and combined with witness confessions, "Xiao Cheng" judged that this was a "shocking" assassination case of a suspect colluding with Chongqing and colluding with insiders and outsiders against French Concession citizens Li Wenbiao and others.

In view of this, "Xiao Cheng" decisively ordered the temporary sealing of Kabalai Restaurant in accordance with the French Concession's violent case investigation regulations.

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious." Cheng Qianfan said calmly.

"How can you... no hurry, no hurry." Yuri smiled.

Hou Pingliang held an umbrella. The function and purpose of the umbrella were to prevent rainwater from falling into the car through the car window. As a result, the rainwater flowed along the umbrella on Yuri's back, but the man didn't dare to move.

"Yes, don't be anxious." Cheng Qianfan said, "I didn't mean to make things difficult for you Lao You, look--"

Kacha.

Cheng Qianfan pulled the lighter, lit the cigarette, and took a light sip.

...

"People died in your restaurant."

"Yes."

"The assailant was ambushed in the restaurant in advance."

"yes."

"Li Wenbiao just arrived at the restaurant and the assassination began." Under the cover of the umbrella, the car was dark. Only the cigarette roll in Cheng Qianfan's hand changed light and dark as he inhaled, he poked the cigarette roll out of the car window and bounced the ash. "That precise action is almost impossible without the participation of the restaurant's insiders."

The ashes fell on Yuri's hair and were immediately wet.

"Mr. Cheng, it's absolutely impossible, absolutely impossible." Yuri cried out, "My employees are all law-abiding."

He hurriedly explained, "The murderer pretended to be a guest in the restaurant, and it had nothing to do with us."

"You mean, am I wrong?" Cheng Qianfan snorted coldly, and the cigarette butt pressed directly on Yuri's hair.

Fortunately, my hair was already wet by the rain and the cigarette butts were quickly extinguished.

"Absolutely not, impossible, absolutely impossible." Yuri quickly denied, "Mr. Cheng, you can't be wrong with your judgment like that great Mr. Bao."

"Is that right?" Cheng Qianfan smiled calmly.

"It's my fault. I have evidence that the restaurant is innocent, but I didn't provide it to you in time. This is my fault, it's my fault." Yuri said hurriedly.

"If there is no sufficient evidence, it may be difficult to clear away the suspicion of colluding with evil people in your restaurant." Cheng Qianfan said quietly.

"The evidence is absolutely powerful!" Yuri said, taking out a box from his body, holding his hands over his head, and handing it over the car window.

Cheng Qianfan took it, but didn't even look at it, and threw it at the side of the seat.

"Is the evidence sufficient and powerful enough to help you clear your suspicion? I'll go back and study it again." Cheng Qianfan said calmly, "You go back first and wait for the news."

"Mr. Cheng, please believe me. The evidence I provide is absolutely powerful." Yuri said quickly.

"Don't worry." Cheng Qianfan's face was relaxed, and even showed a smile, "I believe that with your old You're the character, you shouldn't have any connection with the villain."

As he said that, ‘Mr. Xiao Cheng’ rubbed the metal texture of the small box, felt the exquisite outlined texture on the box surface, and nodded, "As long as the evidence is strong enough, our police station will not make things difficult for legal merchants."

"Thank you, thank you. It is our blessing to have a chief like Mr. Cheng in the French Concession." Yuri thanked him very much.

As long as Xiao Cheng is willing to accept everyone's sincerity, nothing is a problem.

...

No. 22 Xuehuali Road.

Office of the Deputy General Administration Chief.

Cheng Qianfan stood by the windowsill, and his eyes looked out the window.

After a heavy rain for a day, the rain finally slowed down slightly.

He looked down at the small gold box in his hand.

This is enough evidence that Yuri gave him before that proved that Kabalai Restaurant was innocent.

The small box is made of pure gold.

And it is finely crafted and has beautiful patterns on it:

Tsarist Russian double-headed eagle.

Cheng Qianfan speculated that this small gold box should have been a pure gold jewelry box collected by a Tsarist Russian lady.

A piece of folded white paper lies quietly in the box.

The truthful writing of the white paper records the key evidence provided by Yuri:

Fifty big yellow croaker.
To be continued...