Zuo Chong walked into the yard, Gui Youguang stepped forward with a bad look on his face and saluted, pointing to the few people squatting in the open space at the office building, introducing that these were all the night watchmen at the Red Wine Store.

When they entered the duty room, the group of people were sleeping soundly and were easily controlled. They were definitely not trained professionals, and they were more amateur than the trash of the Jinling Police Department.

The funniest thing is that the legal MAS1873 revolvers used by the night watchmen did not even install ammunition. In fact, even if the ammunition is installed, it is useless because the gun parts are almost rusted.

After hearing the big bald head's complaint, Zuo Chong shook his head helplessly, glanced at the huge warehouse next to the office building, and walked over. Compared to people, he was more interested in the red wine.

There were two gun agents standing at the door of the warehouse. When they saw the deputy director coming, they quickly pushed open the tightly closed door, consciously escorted the chief in, and took out a flashlight to light it.

As soon as he entered, Zuo Chong was stunned.

In the gate are cement rooms, connected by three corridors, each room has a separate door, which is a bit like the private warehouse rented by the United States in later generations, and of course the area here is larger.

What does this mean? Why should warehouses that pursue operating space be separated? In this way, people can only transport goods by manpower, and even trucks cannot drive in, and labor costs will be very high.

The little spy on the side saw that the deputy director did not take action, and thought he was worried about safety. He whispered that they had carefully inspected the rooms after controlling the scene, but did not find any thunder in it.

Zuo Chong frowned and pushed open a door beside his hand. At this moment, other spies came in. Seeing that the lighting conditions at the scene were not enough, they turned on flashlights to completely illuminate the black room.

Among the lights, the neatly stacked wooden boxes appeared in front of everyone. Is it just a red wine shop that needs to store goods like this? Zuo Zhong developed a hint of suspicion and turned around to ask about the copper lock.

"Where is that batch of red wine?"

“It’s the fifth place on the left.”

"What kind of goods are other rooms?"

"All kinds of wines are also."

Tongsuo's expression was a little embarrassed, thinking that it was because he lied about military information that he was wasting so much manpower and material resources, so he did not dare to get too close to Zuo Chong, and only dared to answer from a distance.

As he said that, he scratched the back of his neck again. Several spies next to him quickly moved their steps. From the beginning of the operation, the little guy was scratching, not because he accidentally got fleas.

Zuo Chong glared at the other party and quickly walked to the fifth room of the left. When he opened the door, he saw dozens of wooden boxes with fragile signs. He picked up the crowbar beside the wall and opened one of them.

Bottles of red wine filled with dark red wine came into his eyes. No problem could be found from the outside. The labels printed in French seemed very high-end and looked not cheap.

"Ba~"

He took out a bottle and hit it directly into the wooden box. The slender bottleneck shattered in response to the sound. A strong smell of wine spread in the warehouse. Several alcohol-loving agents couldn't help swallowing.

Zuo Chong also sniffed. Although he was not a professional, he also felt that this kind of red wine was very similar to the wine stains he found in the Yaowan Street warehouse, especially the fresh fruit aroma inside.

Is this a coincidence? There is no such thing as coincidence in the world. He thought about putting down the broken wine bottle, took the flashlight and took a closer look in the warehouse, and then found a strange place.

Apart from the inexplicable cement rooms, this warehouse is built so well that it is completely unnecessary. For example, the thickness of four walls is as high as 30 cm, which is already the standard for military buildings.

Even small rooms are built of high-grade cement. This kind of preventive measures are suitable for the arsenal. It is a waste to place them here. After all, no one will use cannons to grab red wine.

Moreover, there is no breathable window that is usually found in the warehouse. You must turn on the light to load and unload goods inside. The French people's brain circuit is indeed quite clear, but it should not be so strange.

Besides, is the electricity bill not expensive?

No businessman would do this.

Zuo Chong turned back to the door of the fifth warehouse in the left, and held his arms and thought about the strangeness here. His eyes accidentally swept the bottom of the door panel and saw a door stop made of natural rubber.

Outside the door, Gongluo tried hard to reach out his hands to his back and scratch it hard, as if it was very painful. Under the dim flashlight, his expression seemed extremely ferocious, and he kept sucking cold air in his mouth.

Airtightness?

Physical abnormality?

Small room?

Zuo Chong's mind flashed, his face turned pale in an instant, a cold air emerged from the soles of his feet, his body trembled slightly, and then he shouted a few loudly at Gui Youguang who wanted to get close to.

"Closed warehouses, wineries, everyone is waiting for orders in the warehouse."

"People outside are not allowed to leave, so they can contact us for support."

"From now on the martial law within one mile of the surrounding area, no one is allowed to enter or exit."

"Disin the Honggong Temple immediately and the personnel stay in the place for the time being."

"Let Dr. Ling bring people here to support him and tell him to pay attention to protection."

Within ten seconds, he gave five orders. Seeing Gui Youguang in a daze, he was so angry that he pulled out his pistol and slapped it on the wooden box: "Go quickly! Everyone else rested on the spot, no one was allowed to walk out of the warehouse."

The people present didn't know what was going on, so they looked at each other and sat down obediently. This was the first time they saw Deputy Director Zuo panic like this. It must be a major incident.

Only Gui Youguang thought of a terrible guess, ran out with weak legs, and when he saw a spy, he asked the other party to stand still and walk into the wall to convey the order.

He shouted three times at the top of his lungs until he heard the reply outside and sat on the dusty ground. When he thought of the close contact with the copper lock, a wry smile appeared on his face.

This is really troublesome.

At the same time, Zuo Chong in the warehouse looked at the copper lock with unknown spots on his face and shouted: "Don't scratch, if you want to survive, just hold it back. Can't even bear the pain of a man's real man?"

"Deputy Director, I'm so itchy, it's really uncomfortable." I used to imitate the copper locks of the heroes in the storybooks. At this time, both hands tightly clamped the wooden box and let out a burst of wailings from my mouth.

After persisting for more than ten seconds, his neck was red, and finally he couldn't help but stretch his hand to his back. The sound of his nails shaving through his skin was creepy, and the spies around him changed their expressions.

There are no fools in this industry, and the performance of Tongluo is abnormal at first glance. No wonder the deputy director asked them to stay where they were. Could it be that they would become like this later? Everyone was a little creepy.

On the other side, the left heaved the oil cloth from the wooden box and threw it onto the copper lock. He moved his feet and appeared behind the other party. A knife hit the back of the neck and quickly knocked him out, temporarily controlling the situation.

There is no way to do this. There is neither medicine nor doctor in the warehouse. If you want to save the life of the copper lock, you can only take this bad plan. It is better than pulling off the flesh and blood on his back alive.

Zuo Chong's expression was very complicated. Maybe he shouldn't have pulled the other party into the secret service office, otherwise this little guy would not have such a disaster, and he might be able to live safely to the day of victory.

But who could have guessed that the Japanese actually brought bacterial weapons to Jinling City and released them. These unscrupulous beasts were a trap, a terrible death trap.

Fortunately, the rubber barrier at the bottom of the door was kept airtight, the copper lock with abnormal body, and the room where Jiaxing underground pharmaceutical factory conducted chemical tests. All of this reminded him of the Kwantung Army water supply force.

Otherwise, things would become very serious. Thinking that I and others would leave the red wine shop without any notice and walk around Jinling to spread unknown bacteria, the left palm kept sweating.

Due to the nature of the work, they have to contact many people every day, especially him. The upper layer can contact the bald head and Dai Chunfeng, and the lower layer can contact the ordinary people.

Once large-scale transmission is formed, with the treatment and medical level of this era, most infectious people can only leave their fate. As for treatment, it is a term exclusive to the big man.

The Kwantung Army's epidemic prevention and water supply force, a demonic force specializing in the study of fatal bacteria such as plague, typhoid fever, cholera, tuberculosis, etc., finally extended the clutches to Jinling and the National Government.

At this time, a shrill alarm sounded outside, and the support staff finally arrived. Zuo Chong breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the transmission is limited to a certain range, the situation should not be too bad.

As for whether you die or live, it depends on Ling Sanping's medical skills. Even if you are unfortunately dying for the country, it would be enough to kill so many Japanese and traitors from the 21st year of the Republic of China to this era.

He sat on the box with a calm expression, looked at his subordinates and said in a deep voice: "I won't hide it from everyone now. There may be Japanese bacterial weapons in this warehouse, and the mortality rate is very high.

But don’t worry, Zuo Chong is here to accompany you. The department will definitely try every means to help everyone, provided that you obey management and must not spread bacteria to our family.”

"yes."

After hearing this, the spies thought differently and replied sparsely, "The resoluteness of the past is gone in their words. This is human nature. No matter who faces a life-and-death crisis, there will be psychological fluctuations."

If it weren't for the strict military law of the Secret Service and the prestige of Zuo Chong, these professional intelligence personnel who were proficient in escape and hidden would never be here obediently, and who would be willing to die?

After stabilizing everyone, Zuo Chong turned his head and stared at the door. He heard a series of footsteps. While guessing who was coming, the door was opened. Someone walked in backlight in the morning sun.

"Zuo Chong, is it okay."

This person was wearing a protective suit made of oil cloth, rubber shoes and gloves, and a gas mask on his head. The sound from the inside was a bit distorted, but it could be heard that the person was Ling Sanping.

Unexpectedly, this kid came so quickly. Zuo Chong was happy and led him to the unconscious copper lock. He briefly introduced the situation and specifically explained that the initial symptoms were itching on the head and back.

This can help Ling Sanping quickly determine the type of pathogenic bacteria. Regret, panic, or impatient at this time is useless. He must cooperate with the doctor to treat and provide everything he knows.

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Chapter completed!