Chapter 535 Arrest

  277 Myersey Road.

  Lu Xingge took a subordinate to buy fruit at a fruit stand a little far from the office.

  He pressed his peaked cap and secretly observed the surrounding situation.

  He was ordered by Zheng Lijun to take the risk of coming here to observe the situation, fearing that some brothers who would not be notified in time would enter by mistake.

   "Leader, the situation is not good." The subordinate said softly.

Lu Xingge nodded. Although the people in the Shanghai Special High School were well concealed, he still saw the clues. For example, the two people who were more than thirty steps ahead on the left were reading a newspaper, but they never turned the page. Light glanced around from time to time.

   Obviously, the entire No. 277, Melsea Road, has been surrounded by the Japanese.

   Noticed that one of the Rites who read the newspaper had cast a suspicious look at them.

   "Let's go, let's stay away." Lu Xingo bought a bag of oranges and said in a low voice.

  …

  The two of them had just walked away when they saw a rickshaw parked at the gate of No. 277 Melsea Road. A man in a suit and leather shoes and a top hat got out of the car and walked straight into the stairs.

   "It's the station master." The subordinate exclaimed.

  Side bitch!

  Lu Xingge scolded anxiously in his heart, why did the station master Zheng Weilong come here? Hadn't he been notified to evacuate long ago?

  He was about to go up to save people, but he saw the Shanghai special high school agents who had been waiting nearby suddenly move, and these people secretly approached the corridor entrance in a fan shape.

   "Mum, mother!" Lu Xingge's face changed drastically, and he looked around, and there were other special high-level agents waiting for him.

   "Withdraw!" Luxingo gritted his teeth and whispered.

  The two quickly evacuated and came to a place two alleys away from No. 277, Melciel Road. Lu Xingo came to a telegraph hall, threw a piece of French currency, picked up the microphone and asked for the phone number of the police station.

   "I report that No. 277, Melsea Road is the den of Jiangyang robbers. They have robbed the money and are dividing up the stolen goods. Come and arrest people, and run away when it is too late."

   After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone, Lu Xingge led his men, turned around and left.

  …

  No. 277, Melsea Road, Shanghai Station Office of the Secret Service.

  A larger room serves as a conference room.

  At this moment, Zheng Weilong was **** and his mouth was blocked.

  Three people were **** with Zheng Weilong, and they were the left-behind staff of the office.

  Zheng Weilong stared wide-eyed, looking at Ruan Zhiyuan who was standing beside the Japanese with hatred and puzzlement.

  He never dreamed that Ruan Zhiyuan would commit suicide and treason, especially when he had just made great contributions.

  Araki Harima looked at the time on his watch and frowned.

   "Mr. Ruan, are you sure the meeting will be held at 8:15 am?"

   "Araki-kun, that's right, the meeting was scheduled for a quarter past eight."

  Araki Harima shook his head slightly. It was already a quarter past eight in the morning, but only Zheng Weilong, the station manager of Shanghai Station, and a senior executive of Shanghai Station arrived at the office.

   "There is a problem." Cao Yu said from the side, "There is no reason why the station master has arrived, but the subordinates have not arrived yet."

  Araki Harima nodded with a gloomy expression. There must be something wrong, and the most likely thing is that the wind leaked.

  He looked at Ruan Zhiyuan.

  Ruan Zhiyuan was terrified, and hurriedly said, "Mr. Araki, Ruan's loyalty to the Great Japanese Empire can be learned from heaven and earth."

   As he spoke, he pointed to the bound Zheng Weilong, "If the news got out, Zheng Weilong wouldn't be here."

   "Wait a little longer." Araki Harima nodded, and what Ruan Zhiyuan said was not unreasonable.

  …

   Zheng Weilong looked at Ruan Zhiyuan angrily. At the same time, he also had a guess in his heart:

  The phone call from home in the morning is most likely a warning call.

   It is most likely to use code words to warn.

  But that stupid woman at home didn't take it seriously, let alone wake herself up.

  That's why I foolishly threw myself into the trap.

   At this moment, there were disorderly footsteps in the corridor.

   Araki Harima's expression changed.

  The special high-level agents dispersed immediately, and all raised their guns to aim at the door.

  The door of the 'meeting room' was knocked open.

   "Araki-kun, it's the patrol room. The people from the patrol room are here." It was a special high-level special agent who rushed in and said out of breath.

   At this time, a large number of policemen and scouts rushed in from the police station in the French Concession with their guns raised.

   "Put down your weapons!" The inspector who led the team glanced at the few people who were tied up, as well as the dozen or so armed men holding short guns, and believed in the alarm call even more in his heart.

   Sure enough, Jiangyang bandits did the murder.

  The person glances: where is the loot?

  …

   "I got it." Old Huang Gudong took a sip of rice wine, pinched a peanut and put it in his mouth, "No. 277, Melsea Road."

   "Just an hour ago, Japanese agents surrounded here and arrested four people."

   "Do you know who is being arrested?" Cheng Qianfan asked immediately.

"Someone called the police, saying that there were mobs at No. 277, Melsea Road. The police station sent people there, and they collided with the Japanese." Lao Huang shook the bottle, his drunken eyes Watching the situation outside vigilantly.

   "Araki Harima was the leader of the extra-high school team. This person reported himself as his family, with an arrogant attitude, and asked the police to evacuate. He was allowed to arrest people and leave. The two sides had a confrontation."

   "The police station will not agree." Cheng Qianfan said softly.

Special high school agents carried weapons and entered the French Concession in broad daylight to arrest people. If they were not caught by the police, they would naturally turn a blind eye and close one eye. Now they directly hit them. The proud French can't lose this face. They will not let them arrest people and leave.

"Yes, the patrol room believed that the Japanese were arresting citizens, but Araki Harima firmly stated that the arrested person was an agent of the Shanghai Station of the National Government Lixingshe Secret Service, and asked someone to identify one of them in person as Zheng Weilong, the station chief of the Shanghai Station. "

   "It's Ruan Zhiyuan, the traitor to the enemy!"

   "It should be him." Lao Huang nodded, "The two sides were at a stalemate. The patrol room sent reinforcements, and Lieutenant Marley from the Political Department also passed."

   "In the end, the Japanese were forced to compromise. They agreed that people could be taken away by the police station, but they asked to participate in the interrogation." Lao Huang said.

   "Both sides took a step back. The French didn't dare to offend the Japanese completely, and the Japanese didn't dare to completely turn against the French." Cheng Qianfan nodded, but a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

  Old Huang understood the meaning of this sneer. Although it seemed that both sides took a step back, the Japanese entered the French Concession with weapons to arrest people, which in itself violated the criminal regulations of the French Concession.

  According to the law, it should be the patrol room that disarms and arrests the people in the super high class, and then asks the Japanese diplomatic agency to release them on bail.

   Not to mention agreeing to the Japanese participating in joint interrogations.

   In a word, Shanghai is now dominated by the Japanese, and the French can only try their best to save a little pitiful face, not daring to offend the Japanese.

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