Chapter 620 Lin Hongyuan's Death

Four days later, under the witness of everyone in the central police station, Wang Yan was successfully promoted to detective, and his office was moved from the first floor to the second floor. He Shaohong, who had been the vice-captain for seven years, finally got his wish and became the captain of the first team.

In fact, at this time, Wang Yan could only command one team. Although the remaining two teams wanted to mobilize, there was no problem, but the execution level was different.

If he wanted to take complete control, he either had to completely win over Fang Yuantu and Zhang Xian, or let them die and replace him with his people, or he could slowly study Fang Yuantu and Zhang Xian's subordinates, and... Little by little, they were isolated from each other. Anyway, there are ways, and he is not in a hurry, as long as someone listens to what he says.

In order to celebrate the promotion of the detective, he became one of the more than ten most prestigious Chinese in the French Concession. Wang Yan invited all his men to eat, drink and have fun that day, and invited all the Frenchmen above him, as well as the other two detectives and their subordinate captains, to go to the song and dance hall to have fun.

Inspector Wang has become a generous and reliable colleague praised by others...

When Wang Yan was getting promoted and looking for people to be smart, in front of an apartment building facing the street on Father Jin Road, Lin Hongyuan was wearing a long gown, his old hair was combed back with a shiny back, and he was in great spirits.

In recent days, he felt that his life was very comfortable. Although he had been very comfortable before, he was always burdened with things and his thoughts were not clear. The Japanese are like a big mountain, which always makes people feel panic. Zhang Xiaolin worked for the Japanese, eradicating dissidents within the gang, and making it difficult for outsiders to get along with the anti-Japanese people. Therefore, he always felt that good days would never last long, so he could not be truly happy.

But now it's better. Now he doesn't have to worry about it and directly joins the Japanese. In this way, he doesn't have to study those things all day long and be afraid. I sleep comfortably, eat more, my waist is no longer sore, my legs are no longer painful, and I feel more energetic when fucking my little wife.

This is the downstairs of his little wife's house. She was a poor eighteen-year-old woman who was living in the world. She was brought out of misery by him when she was twenty. Now she is twenty-two years old. She has lived with him for two years and has gained a lot of love. His heart.

I was cautious and anxious all day long, but everything was fine. However, when people were complacent, something happened and something happened, making people uneasy.

When Lin Hongyuan got out of the car and was stomping his feet to fix his hair, four men passing by pulled out their guns and fired intensively from multiple angles. Lin Hongyuan's chest was immediately beaten, and two of his men were shot to death when they were about to take out their guns to fight back. The guy who was driving put the car into gear and tried to run away, but someone smashed the window and shot him to death. Only his last foot on the accelerator was left, executing his order to escape, and the uncontrolled car sped away for a distance. , due to the inertia of the two wheels, it drove in a large arc, and finally ended up in a coffee shop.

All this happened in a very short period of time. When four people were shot to death in the street, people screamed, and when the car crashed into the cafe, people fled in all directions.

"This is what happens when you become a traitor!"

After a gunman shouted to the crowd around him, he followed the other three people and left quickly...

In a photo studio on Petain Road, Mr. Fat stood upright and reported the situation: "Section Chief, the operation was successful, there were no casualties. Lin Hongyuan and three of his men have all been killed."

Wang Tianfeng stood in front of a map of Shanghai with his hands clasped behind his back, leaving only the figure of Mr. Fatty’s back: “Where is Wang Yan? Are you still having fun outside?”

"He was promoted to detective today, so he must have a good time. He should be having fun in the dance hall with the French people at the moment. At this time, he may not want to accept our meeting gift."

"Everyone is dead, so he can't help but accept it. He is probably too busy right now. After Lin Hongyuan's funeral affairs are settled, you can go find him and test his attitude. I analyze that his cooperation with the Japanese is just a sign of humiliation. , was betrayed by Lin Hongyuan. Especially when the Japanese installed monitoring devices in his house, monitored him next door, and even forced his nanny to monitor him, I think he must have a bad feeling about the Japanese at this time. We must try to bring him into our camp. With the help of a powerful detective in the French Concession, our operations here will be much smoother."

"Yes, section chief."

"Okay, that's it. The next task is to obtain the Japanese army's defense map around Shanghai, destroy part of their logistics, and support the frontline battlefield."

…

At the same time, Wang Yan was drinking wine with women in his arms in the ballroom. The other French people were probably the same. Not all of them were Chinese women, but there were also many Western women, who belonged to a party that combined Chinese and Western styles.

Qi Si sat in the distance, grinning at the room full of coquettish women, while not forgetting to eat meat. The job I have now is good, I can eat and drink every day, and I feel comfortable. It's not like before, I can't eat well and I can't sleep well.

At this moment, a uniformed patrolman hurried in and ran directly to Wang Yan. Qi Si quickly jumped up and pulled the man back: "What's the matter?"

"Boy, who are you? I have something urgent that I need to inform Inspector Wang. You can't afford to be punished if I delay you. Let go quickly, don't delay the serious business." The patrolman didn't take Qi Si seriously and forcefully Struggling.

"I am Inspector Wang's new driver. You tell me first and I will inform you. What if you go directly over and bump into those foreigners?"

Nahua Hua glanced at Qi Si suspiciously, but he thought that what he said was right, and it was unusual to appear here, so he thought for a while and said: "I am a subordinate of Captain Liu Yitong of the Xiafei Road Patrol Room. Half an hour ago, Lin Hongyuan, a veteran of the Youth League, was shot by four gunmen downstairs at his young wife's apartment on Father Jin Road. Lin Hongyuan and three of his subordinates who were present at the time were all shot to death. It was initially suspected that the military commander The action team did it. Lin Hongyuan, you know, that’s the old man that Inspector Wang worships, so our captain asked me to inform him immediately.”

"I understand, let's go and tell Inspector Wang now." Qi Si nodded, quickly took another big mouthful of meat, and ran over. He walked around to the back of the sofa and lay in the ear of Wang Yan, who was drinking and eating fruit in the gentle embrace of two foreign ladies, and said: "Brother Yan, the people from the patrol room on Xiafei Road came to find you and said that the old man you worship is He was shot dead. It is suspected that it was a military agent. I am waiting for you to collect the body."

Wang Yan, who was drunk and confused, was stunned for a moment, then pushed away the two foreign girls, stood up and turned back to look at Qi Si: "Tell me again, who died?"

"The old man from the Qing Gang you admired, Lin Hongyuan, was shot dead when he went to find his young wife."

Wang Yan closed his eyes in pain, swayed his body, and then told the foreign devils present about the situation, and then hurriedly led Qi Si out of the ballroom, and went directly with Xiafei Lu Huayu who came to report the news. The crime scene on Father King Road.

This place has been fenced off, and the Chinese arresters are smoking and blocking the passers-by from getting closer.

Wang Yan got out of the car with a sad face and pushed away the people blocking the way. When he approached the body lying in a pool of blood, he even staggered twice. When he got closer, he said sadly: "Uncle!"

Lin Hongyuan, who was in a pool of blood, had been shot five times, and the accident at that time still remained on his face, which showed that he had not suffered any pain when he died. It was just not the right time to die. Today he was promoted to someone, and the old man he worshiped was shot dead. It was really unlucky.

Liu Yitong walked up to Wang Yan, who was squeezing his tears, and patted him on the shoulder: "There is no resurrection after death, so please bear with me and accept the change."

"I was originally thinking of inviting uncle to dinner tomorrow, but who knew he would be killed today. Uncle, you left early..."

Wang Yan pretended to cry twice, then wiped his tears and asked someone to collect the body. He lit a cigarette and said, "Thank you, Old Liu, I owe you a favor this time. If you need anything in the future, just speak. As long as a brother can help, he will never say anything.”

"Hey, Inspector Wang, this is what I should do. The military commanders are crazy now. I heard that the Japanese came hard to them before and arrested a large number of people, which greatly reduced their strength in Shanghai. Now Lin The old gentleman's encounter with the enemy was their response to the Japanese. You also have a lot of cooperation with the Japanese, but you must be more careful. I'm afraid the military commander will take action against you next. "

While speaking, Liu Yitong looked at Wang Yan and observed the movements on his face. He suspected that Wang Yan killed Lin Hongyuan. After all, Wang Yan had a motive and ability. After finishing the work, shout a slogan and either blame it on the military commander or the Red Party. Anyway, it’s not a big deal. The military reunification and the Red Party do not always take action, but the death of someone is blamed on the two parties. This is often the case.

Wang Yan shook his head, blew out smoke and said, "Old Liu, you are dishonest. But last time, this time, you did help me. I will leave it to you, although I am indeed playing the role of a filial disciple here. , but I really didn’t kill him. If I did, I would have to wait for a year and a half. How can I cause trouble for myself at this time? "

"Look, you're serious. I didn't doubt you. You said it all yourself. Besides, it's your old man who died, and it has nothing to do with me anyway." Liu Yitong laughed: "But now it seems , but it can only be explained clearly by the military commander."

Wang Yan was helpless, this kid still thought it was him. It's hard to be a good person. He blew out a puff of smoke and turned to look at the charming woman standing beside him, wearing a cheongsam and a white fur coat. He walked over and said, "This house was bought by the old man for you." , then it’s yours. Don’t be too delusional and live a good life.”

After settling this little bitch, Wang Yan went to the unlucky coffee shop to discuss compensation matters with the owner. These were all his business. He also thanked the Chinese arresters on Xiafei Road who had assembled the police at night. Of course, he also thanked Liu Yitong, the leader of the team. He also gave a sum of money to let these people go eat, drink and have fun, while he They took the car carrying the body to Lin Hongyuan's home.

"Brother Yan, you can't be resurrected after death, don't be too sad." Qi Si drove while caring about his good brother.

"What did I say before? You just knew the truth in advance, so you thought my acting was fake. Look, you can't see it now, right? It's just the little ink in your stomach that you've been holding in for a long time, right?"

Qi Si looked back at Wang Yan in confusion, but the latter scratched his head: "Look, I just paid for a coffee shop, how many more do you want me to pay for?"

"No, Brother Yan, that's the old man you worship. Why aren't you sad?"

"Silly boy, you don't really think that worshiping the old man is giving you a biological father, do you? Do you know that this old thing sells my current cooperation with the Japanese? He has also done all kinds of bad things, opening opium dens, Opening a casino has ruined many families, selling children and selling children, and raising a gang of people to force girls into prostitution. It’s better for such people to die as soon as possible.”

"...That's not what you ordered someone to do, is it?"

"Use your brain, use your brain. You don't know that I am Yi Bo Yuntian in Shanghai, and I have unparalleled loyalty? Don't you know that I was promoted to detective today? Will I cause trouble for myself at a time like this?"

Qi Si gritted his teeth and rubbed the back of his head that hurt from being slapped: "The more dangerous it is, the safer it is, and the less likely it is, the more likely it is..."

"Hey, this sounds pretty cool. But it's true that I didn't do it. I think it's still the military commander, and there's no need for others. Okay, drive hard, ask questions every day, but you don't know how to use your own brain."

Lin Hongyuan's home is a garden house located on Julu Laisi Road. Although Lin Hongyuan is not short of money, he is not very rich either. Although he is a senior member of the Qing Gang who runs the Xiangtang, he is not big enough to own a mansion. It must be Heng, not someone who calls him out. If you don't have the strength, building a mansion will only add to the laughter of people in Shanghai who are interested in watching the excitement. So Lin Hongyuan lived in a garden house that was larger than Wang Yan's.

When Wang Yan arrived, Lin Hongyuan's old wife had already rested. When she suddenly saw Lin Hongyuan's body being brought back, the old woman was frightened and didn't know what to do.

Wang Yan asked: "Where is Lin Yufei?"

The disciple guarding the door replied: "I should be gambling at Monopoly."

"You don't have a long memory at all. Go and call him back, and also call in the accountant and a few of my uncle's most responsible people."

Lin Hongyuan was gone, and such a prodigal son couldn't hold on to the situation, so as Lin Hongyuan's number one disciple, he directly divided the family wealth, gave Lin Hongyuan's old wife and prodigal son a sum of money, and sent them to Hong Kong to live a peaceful life. day. If Lin Hongyuan's son can take some responsibility, then he can live comfortably in Hong Kong. If not, he is still gambling and playing with women like now, then going to Hong Kong is an even better choice, and he will die as far away as possible. Shanghai is an eyesore for him.

As for the ownership of the property, it was naturally Wang Yan who took it, along with all the gangsters and thugs. He swallowed up all Lin Hongyuan's property and only gave a small portion to Lin Hongyuan's old wife and prodigal son.

Of course, he can't look so ugly, otherwise it will affect his reputation as a loyal and kind person, so he is still dealing with Lin Hongyuan's properties. For example, regarding pornography, gambling and drugs, he is looking for someone to take over the business because he doesn't do that. Apart from anything else, he couldn't explain the organization alone. I have established a persona of being greedy for money and lustful, and just go out to have fun. If I really want to start my own business, that is really unreasonable.

Regarding Lin Hongyuan's death, Liu Yitong doubted him, let alone the Japanese. Ichiro Muramoto even came to question him face to face. Wang Yan no longer wanted to explain, and the description became darker and darker. Just say it, what do you like? how. On the contrary, his behavior made it difficult for the Japanese to judge. In addition, there was really no need for Wang Yan to destroy his reputation and kill the old man he admired, so he passed on with suspicion.

Ichiro Muramoto came to Wang Yan not entirely because of Lin Hongyuan's matter, because there was also Chen Jiangliu. Ichiro Muramoto came over to give him fifty gold bars. Of course, these gold bars were not those in Chen Jiangliu's hand, but were taken out by the Japanese. These fifty gold bars don't cost much. What they mainly represent is the end of the life of a generation of Chinese detectives in Shanghai's French Concession.

After all the busy work, Lin Hongyuan's funeral arrangements were finally completed, and Lin Hongyuan's old wife and prodigal son were sent away. Wang Yan finally got some free time and began his leisurely life as a detective.

It was also at this time that a fat gentleman wearing a long gown and glasses, who always smiled when he saw anyone, came to the door...

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