With a muffled sound, the bullets had already flew out with the back seat of the gun, hitting the back of Sato's head with heat, almost lifting off his skull.

If you evaluate it harshly, Chu Jiao's shot was slightly higher, but it did not affect the result, and it was even more bloody.

It was only one second between them, and Chen Chen also pulled the board, and he was still shooting Sato's back of his head. This was to ensure that everything was foolproof and there were other considerations.

Sure enough, Sato was shot in front of him, and Chen Chen hit a bodyguard with this shot. Blood splashed, and he suddenly threw himself to the ground.

"Check the gun and lie down." Chen Chen quickly retracted the gun, reminding Chu Jiao.

After the sniping was finished, I was in this lively place again, so I didn’t have to spend time to see if the target was shooting had fallen to the ground.

That is unnecessary. For experts, one plus one must be equal to two; if you fail, in order not to be exposed, you will not give you a chance to re-shoot.

Chu Jiao acted as she said, and rolled up the car window. From the outside, it was unlikely that she would search for such a long distance immediately, and the second was that the car was pitch black and there was nothing to see.

Sato fell to the ground, and the bodyguards were in chaos. After checking the truth, they realized that when they pulled out guns and searched for the murderer, several seconds had passed.

It was just these few seconds that Chen Chen stepped on the accelerator and walked on the road calmly, heading to the distance like other normal cars.

By the time Sato's bodyguard expanded the scope of searching for suspicious people and objects, Chen Chen's car had driven dozens of meters away, further away from the scene. Who could know that there was the murderer in the car?

"Has it been successful?" Chu Jiao was still a little uncertain, although she felt that she had hit the target.

Chen Chen turned the steering wheel, the car turned a corner, and then smiled and said, "It's a good job when you hit it with one shot!"

Chu Jiao let out a long sigh and sat up.

When the car drove into the public concession, even Chen Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Here, with his ID, who can stop the car and search?

Besides, the assassination of the French Concession is still in chaos, so where does the public concession come from?

"If it was a rifle, it would be safer." Chu Jiao took off her hat and threw it to the side, and her long hair was dispersed.

Chen Chen nodded and said, "That's true. Cold rifle snipers hundreds of meters away are not only difficult to prevent, but also safe. Of course, it is a problem that the rifle is not easy to carry. Even if it is divided into several parts, at least a suitcase is required to load it."

"You have to practice marksmanship, right?" Chu Jiao seemed to remember the happy killing of the shots on the battlefield, and a light flashed in her eyes.

"Shooting skills are only one aspect, and there is still a big gap between sharpshooters and real snipers." Chen Chen did not deliberately pour cold water on it, but that's the case.

"You will teach me." Chu Jiao was not discouraged and leaned on the seat relaxedly.

Chen Chen smiled. There is no need to answer this question because he will definitely teach it.

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The assassination of Koji Sato was a heavy blow to the Japanese.

Because Sato seems unimportant, he is the main player of the old spy, Doihara. He has been secretly trying to win over and bribe Shanghai gang figures and preparing to establish an institution composed of traitors to achieve the goal of "using China to control China".

Obviously, the Japanese have realized that due to the particularity of the Shanghai Concession, the role of Japanese spies (Extra High School) in Shanghai is very limited and cannot effectively attack the large number of Chinese agents lurking in Shanghai.

Therefore, Kenji Doihara, an old spy who was known as China Communications, thought of creating a spy organization like the Central Commission for Military Affairs and the Military Affairs Commission, which is the "Shanghai Special Agent Plan" formulated by the Japanese.

Regardless of whether Chen Chen and Chu Jiao knew the importance of Sato, this assassination destroyed the Japanese's wishful thinking to a certain extent.

Regardless of how the Japanese military police and the French concession police station investigated and investigated, Chen Chen and Chu Jiao have achieved the separation of man and guns, and the evidence of destruction can be watched coldly, without any involvement.

After killing someone, you have to pay attention to the progress of solving the case. That can only be caused by unclear hands and feet, and you are worried about leaving any traces. Of course, Chen Chen would not make such a low-level mistake.

Therefore, he didn't even need to watch coldly.

But life may not necessarily have problems that cannot be solved, but there should be endless problems. Life may be spent in solving these countless problems, both large and small.

Chen Chen did not calm down for two days after throwing the assassination of Sato aside, so Cao Bingsheng came to him and asked for something.

So, accompanied by Shen Chen, the two went to the morgue of the police room.

Several Chinese people wearing white work clothes were chatting loudly at the back of a hall. There were several rows of stretchers in the hall, almost all of which were empty.

On the other end of the hall, a policeman sat at a tall wooden table, guarding a dark corridor and registering for those entering.

Chen Chen showed his ID, and someone took them into the corridor, turned into a door, and walked into a room like a secret room. There were small tunnels on the walls of the room, and a cloth flag was hung at each tunnel entrance, and the flag was printed with numbers.

A guy lifted up a cloth flag and dragged out a stretcher that rolled silently on a rubber wheel, and a body appeared in front of the two of them.

Chen Chen saw Cao Bingsheng's hand tightly, obviously feeling a little nervous or other negative emotions.

There were ice cubes all around the body, and there were many blood clots on the wax-like face and chest that were stabbed and slashed.

Chen Chen's eyes moved to his arms, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly, and the hands of the corpse were chopped off from his wrists.

"Twenty-two wounds." The staff who led them read a card on the side of the stretcher, "The hands were missing, their faces were seriously damaged. They were found in the river at 7:15 last night." After saying that, he looked at Chen Chen and Cao Bingsheng as if inquiring.

"Somewhat is hard to identify." Cao Bingsheng seemed to be trying to recall and approached, "The face was severely chopped."

Chen Chen looked at the corpse. There was a wound on the chest of the corpse. The edge of the wound was blue and blue. It must have been used to stab it in. Moreover, in Shen Chen's opinion, this knife was completely fatal, and other wounds—

The face of the corpse was completely cut and it was indeed difficult to identify. However, when Cao Bingsheng lowered his head and found an old scar near the temple of the corpse, his face changed slightly.

Chen Chen was very keenly aware and looked inquiring eyes.

Cao Bingsheng shook his head and said, "It's not him." After that, he turned around and walked out.

After walking out of the morgue, Cao Bingsheng spoke to Chen Chen: "Ma Sanxiao is a good person, but he didn't expect to be killed."
Chapter completed!