When the manager knew that besides Lu Ying hanging outside, there was another Jin Jiulin inside, the manager was so anxious that he was sweating.

Although this is Huang Jinrong's industry, and Huang Jinrong has basically broken up with Lu Ying, there is still a Japanese behind Lu Ying.

The police chief of Shanghai Special City is not light.

What's more, Huang Jinrong refused the Japanese recruitment, and maybe he was waiting to catch him.

This is troublesome enough.

What if there is another Jin Jiulin?

If Jin Jiulin died, it would be strange if Huang Jinrong didn't peel him off and lit the sky lantern.

The manager dares not think about it anymore.

The door was hit so loudly, but there was no movement inside. The manager was so scared that he almost pissed his pants.

When the door was knocked open and saw Jin Jiulin lying naked among a bunch of women, with no blood on her body and no injuries, the manager breathed a sigh of relief.

Maybe I was drunk too much and was too drunk, so I couldn't wake up...

But new problems arise again.

After breaking the door opens a gap and seeing that there are four or five wires behind, the security guard will not let the collision.

The foreman said there might be a grenade behind the door.

The manager was half-believing and half-doubted, and asked someone to bring a small mirror. After looking in, he was shocked and sweated.

Not only is there one behind the door, but one is also hung around Jin Jiulin's neck.

More than ten threads passed through the pull rings of two grenades, pulled behind the door, behind the window, and even hung on Lu Ying's body outside.

Therefore, he didn't dare to pull the door, the windows were not open, and even Lu Ying's body could not be solved.

God knows that if a thread is cut correctly, will it pull the grenade?

Just when the manager was at a loss, the police from the French Concession Police Station arrived.

The visit to Ding Yongchang from the French Concession Police Station.

He is also a disciple of Huang Jinrong. In other words, he is Jin Jiulin's junior brother and his die-hard subordinate.

After listening to the manager's words, Ding Yongchang slapped in the face:

"It's hopelessly stupid...wouldn't you dig a hole upstairs or downstairs?"

Ding Yongchang means digging through the floor.

The manager was slapped, but he dared not speak out.

Who would have thought of such a simple method?

The question is who to go?

Jin Jiulin is not his father!

Ding Yongchang grinned.

There must be brave men under heavy rewards.

When Ding Yongchang promised that who could rescue Boss Jin, he made the decision himself:

If he was originally a policeman in the police room, he would be promoted to the level of the ground, if he was an ordinary Qing Gang disciple in the club, Ding Yongchang would guarantee that he would enter the police room and become a policeman...

Sure enough, several servants jumped out immediately.

The blind man can tell how majestic and thick the detective is.

At the same time, Ding Yongchang arranged for people to drill holes from the room upstairs and downstairs.

Now, unlike later generations, there are only manual tools, and they can only rely on manpower.

Six workers smashed the reinforced concrete floor nearly half a meter thick for more than four hours.

It was noon when the board was about to be dug.

Although the French Concession Police Office and the Qing Gang members have dispersed the onlookers, the news that the Japanese and puppet police chiefs were removed from rape and even opened to the ground has long spread throughout the city.

There are even newspapers who are quick to move and have already taken photos of Lu Ying's body hanging outside the building.

As for reporters from official newspapers such as Britain, the United States, France, etc., Ding Yongchang would not stop him, nor dared to stop him.

The French Concession Public Directors Bureau, the French Concession, took the reporters outside the door, preparing to let the reporters in first as soon as the danger inside was lifted.

Of course, people can take photos as they want.

Ding Yongchang dared to be angry but dared not speak out.

The press conference destroyed the first crime scene, which was second.

If the photos of Kim Kowlin lying naked among the pile of women with bare butts are reported, how can he, the inspector general, keep going?

What about the horse-boy like me who relies on Jin Jiulin's identity, pretending to be powerful and acting as a blessing?

Ding Yongchang rolled his eyes, called a confidant subordinate, and whispered a few words.

The subordinates nodded frequently...

The wire on the grenade was cut off and the preliminary safety was confirmed, and even before Ding Yongchang could enter, the reporter went in first.

Don’t think about it secretly, but at least you can dress Kim Kowlin quietly.

So when the reporter entered, whether it was the five or six women or Jin Jiulin, they all had clothes on them.

But I didn't care about this at all.

Blood……

The ground was covered with frozen blood.

Cooperating with Lu Ying, who was hanging out of the window, his intestines and belly were exposed, and under the breeze, several reporters vomited out on the spot.

I'll fuck your mother...

Ding Yongchang was so angry that he jumped straight.

These foreigners don’t know anything about it. After such trouble, I’m still checking it?

In these miscellaneous eyes, the weight of Chinese people may not be much better than that of pigs and dogs...

Ding Yongchang pushed open a foreign journalist who was holding the door frame and spitting out bile "wah" and rushed in with big strides.

Jin Jiulin had already been helped to the chair by his men arranged in advance, and there were only a few women on the bed.

I was afraid that people outside would notice it, so my subordinates dared not make big moves. Most of them just took their clothes and covered the sensitive areas.

Ding Yongchang glanced casually and could see where the woman was exposed.

Of course, Quan Jiulin has been taken care of by special care and his lower body is neatly arranged.

The upper body is not easy to fool, and I don’t have time to button it, so I just put on a shirt.

Ding Yongchang saw the words written in blood at a glance:

Lu Ying is a role model... If you dare to rebel, you will be killed in a moment...

Is this really the traitor group?

Ding Yongchang sighed and explored Jin Jiulin's breath again.

Fortunately, I was not dead, and I was normal to snort.

There are mixed dragons and snakes in Shanghai, and they do everything. Ding Yongchang has never seen any of the methods of martial arts?

Of course, I also knew that the reason why Jin Jiulin couldn't wake up even when he slept was because he was drugged by a killer.

It’s enough for people to live.

While the reporter was not paying attention, Ding Yongchang was drooling and wiped the line of words on Jin Jiulin's chest cleanly.

...

Jing'an Temple Baoshan Road, Iwai Mansion.

Before Wang Jingwei returned to China to establish the "National Government of the Republic of China" and before Ying Zuo Shiao established the Mei agency, the largest Japanese spy institution in South China with a diplomatic nature was temporarily the "Chinese investigation office" established by the Japanese foreign affairs system, and the Narii Mansion.

The person in charge is Hideichi Iwai, Deputy Consul General of Japan in China.

After learning that the Shanghai Special City Police Chief Lu Ying was assassinated, Iwajin Yingyi notified his deputy Yuan Shu to convene the heads of various secret agencies in Shanghai and the heads of the preparatory committee of the Reform Government to hold a meeting at Iwai Mansion.

This Yuan Shu is the Yuan Zhu, who is known as the "Five Spy King" in history.

He is now the nominal general manager of the Iwai Mansion from Iwai Hideichi Iwai.

In fact, this is indeed the case at this stage.
Chapter completed!