Crossing the spy war, my code name is God of Wealth

Chapter 276 Silencing

"Seven," Zhou Mingqi looked at He Qirong, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and reported a number that made his heart beat fast.

"Don't think that I take money very seriously. I'm not the kind of person you think I am." This number made He Qirong struggle for a long time, but in the end he did not waver.

Zhou Mingqi gradually lost his patience and said in a cold voice: "Alright, I won't say any more nonsense to you. I'll give you a flat price of ten small yellow croakers. Tell me who told you to do all this, and the ten small yellow croakers are yours..."

Ten small yellow croakers? He Qirong was shocked by the price Zhou Mingqi quoted. It was three hundred dollars.

He might be able to save a small yellow croaker in a year by living frugally, but that doesn't mean he can save ten in ten years.

Because he will grow old, and the elderly in the family will also grow old.

And children, family...

He Qirong's breathing suddenly became rapid.

Perhaps, if you hold on a little longer, the price can be even higher...

"Commander, don't dream about it. I will never betray my brothers." He Qirong's eyes flickered. Although he was still insisting, his voice was obviously much lower.

"Nine."

"Sir, you just said ten,"

"Eight."

"Okay, don't reduce the price anymore. I'll tell you whatever you want to ask..." He Qirong suddenly became anxious. He reduced the price of a small yellow croaker just by saying one word. When did his flowers become so valuable?

Zhou Mingqi stood up, reached out and patted He Qirong on the cheek and said, "That's good. Tell me, what's going on."

He Qirong took a breath, hesitated for a long time and said, "It was agreed that it was ten small yellow croakers."

"Hurry up and tell me, or I'll kill you." What a guy who values ​​money over life. Zhou Mingqi was speechless.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you, I'll tell you." Seeing Zhou Mingqi getting angry, He Qirong couldn't help but shrink his neck and whispered, "Qian Dafu asked me to do it."

“Who is Qian Dafu?”

"that is....."

...

Shanghai, Agent No. 76 Headquarters.

Wu Sibao had been in the French Concession for so many years that he had quite a few acquaintances in the police station.

As a gangster, you have to deal with either thieves or soldiers all day long. With the help of these acquaintances, you will have a way out if something goes wrong.

Therefore, as soon as He Qirong confessed, the news immediately reached Wu Sibao.

Upon learning that He Qirong had vomited water, Wu Sibao didn't care about etiquette and rushed into Li Qun's office.

"What? That fake agent died so quickly." Li Qun was also angry and anxious when he heard the news: "How do you do things? Why are the people you find so unreliable?"

Wu Sibao also felt wronged. This matter was not done by him. The task of selecting the people was given to Boss Ji.

Now that something has happened, instead of going to find Boss Ji, you are finding fault with me.

Although he was not convinced in his heart, Wu Sibao still appeared to be extremely fearful on the surface.

"Director Li, we can talk about this later. The key now is to solve this fake agent problem."

Wu Sibao said cautiously: "This matter cannot be exposed."

Li Qun fell silent for a while, then took out a small white bottle from the drawer.

"Find a way to get this thing to that person to eat." Li Qun said with a gloomy face.

Wu Sibao's heart trembled, and hesitantly said: "Director Li, why don't you think of other ways?"

Li Qun said without even raising his eyelids: "Cut the Gordian knot. Get rid of this guy before the French make a big fuss."

"I understand." Wu Sibao nodded. Just as he was about to leave, he turned around and said, "Director Li, should we inform Lieutenant Shibuya of the Mei Agency about this matter?"

Shibuya Kaneshiro is the permanent officer sent by the Ume Agency to supervise No. 76.

Although he only has the rank of lieutenant, he is directly connected to the deputy director of the Ume Agency, Haruki Keitsugu.

It is a bit similar to the patrolling censors in the Ming Dynasty. Although they are not high-ranking officials, they have considerable power and can get involved in everything.

"Tell him a word." Li Qun thought for a moment and said, "Because they won't be confused at that time."

After he finished speaking, Li Qun looked at Wu Sibao and said in a deep voice: "You'd better let someone watch him eat this thing with their own eyes. If he doesn't eat it, you eat it."

"Yes, Director Li."

French Concession, Consulate in Shanghai.

Fierce arguments and shouting continued to rang out in Conference Room No. 1.

At this time, in addition to several staff members of the Consulate in Shanghai, three permanent directors of the Municipal Council also arrived at the meeting table.

In addition to the consulate's military attaché Ken Terao, the Japanese personnel who confronted them included several officials such as Nakajima Shinichi from the Ume Agency.

As for Wu Sibao and others in Room 76, they were not even qualified to enter this meeting room and were all waiting at the door of the consulate.

"You Japanese are really going too far. This is a naked frame-up." A member of the Municipal Council said angrily: "You want to frame us with a small thug who came from nowhere. It's too despicable."

"Framed, Mr. Bartorov, I hope you will be careful with your words, you are insulting the Empire of Japan."

Ken Terao responded without showing any weakness: "It is a fact that we lost the documents. You have arrested the people, and the documents are missing the most important pages. These are all facts."

"Now you say we are framing you. What evidence do you have?"

"Evidence," Bartorov sneered, "Of course we have evidence. To tell you the truth, the fake agent has confessed."

"It was you who instructed him to deliberately cause trouble in the French Concession with a document that he didn't know where it came from."

"Oh, how do I know if the confession you said is true?" Terao Ken sneered, "I can now say that this testimony was deliberately fabricated by you in order to damage the reputation of the Empire of Japan."

Oh, I’ve seen people who are tough on the outside, but I’ve never seen anyone as tough as this one.

That guy named He Qirong has already confessed, how can they still have the confidence?

Bartorov said angrily: "Military Officer Terao, if you don't believe me, I can bring witnesses to confront you."

"Okay, I'd like to see what the witness you mentioned can say." Ken Terao looked fearless.

Bartorov felt a little guilty, wondering if he had really made a mistake.

"Has Inspector Zhou arrived? Ask him to bring the person over," Bartorov whispered to the man beside him.

"Okay." The man nodded, turned and walked out of the meeting room.

However, less than five minutes after he left, the man came back in a hurry.

"Mr. Bartorov, it's bad. The witness, he, he's dead."

"What, dead?" Bartorov's heart trembled, and he immediately understood why Ken Terao acted so strong.

Damn, these little Japanese devils are so cruel and ruthless.

There are no witnesses, only testimony, which is nothing but empty words.

Negotiations between the two sides have turned into a series of buck-passing and wrangling...

There will be another chapter later...