Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 15: Clue

People didn't know what happened at the beginning. There was a lot of people on the scene, and the gunshot didn't seem particularly prominent. People who were far away thought that firecrackers were being set off here, and it was normal at the celebration. They were wondering how they went dumb as soon as they rang, and then they saw people all over the street starting to rush.

The shouts of police officers and bodyguards were mixed with the screams of women and children, and there were continuous messy gunshots, and the citizens scattered their heads and fled. Because no one stood up to maintain order in the first place, panic spread among the crowd like a virus, and the scene fell into hopeless chaos.

Speaking of Shanghai citizens, they have seen the market. During the Songhu War of Resistance, they have seen what death is. Many people have witnessed the bombing of Japanese bombers. After the spy war between Wang and Chongqing began, they shot and killed people in the street. It has long since become commonplace.

But too many people came to the scene today. The panic spread outward like a domino. Soon even the calmest people in the usual time began to get scared. No one can tell what happened, but around The scene made them instinctively want to leave quickly.

The circle around the entrance of Chinachem Hotel looked like ant nests poured with boiling water. Everywhere they looked was Shanghai residents running. What made the concession patrols present desperate was that the assassin took advantage of it. After the chaos swayed in the crowd, it was completely lost at this moment.

The German Marshal and the distinguished guests were immediately escorted into the hotel lobby. Colonel Faber, who was in the French Concession patrol room, was worried that the other party had accomplices. He ordered twenty Annan patrols with rifles to set up a line of defense at the door and ordered any identity. Unidentified characters approach the gate ignoring the warning and can shoot directly to stop them.

Too many citizens came to the Bund today, beyond the ability of the public concession patrol house to cope, so the British and French troops who had just got off the transport ship were ordered to immediately engage in security operations. The British and French infantry with live ammunition drove the crowd to the sidewalk and the open space on the river bank. The British armored vehicles and French tanks they were carrying were rushed to the surrounding intersections. The soldiers deployed bellows barbed wire at the intersections to prohibit any personnel and vehicles. Pass from there.

The German Waffen-SS, under the command of Ludwig, occupied all the entrances and exits of the Chinachem Hotel. The SS members also set up machine guns on the window sill of the second floor of the south building of the hotel, which combined with the machine guns at the entrance of the east building. The crossfire completely blocked the T-junction between Nanjing Road and the Bund.

By the time the situation began to stabilize, half an hour had passed since the time of the incident. In just half an hour, Shanghai’s Bund was like a catastrophe. Hundreds of people were injured in the chaos because they were crushed and trampled by the crowd. Several of the elderly and children were seriously injured. At least two Annan patrolmen unfortunately died while blocking the crowds. One French patrolman had his ribs broken. The Sikh security guard at the HSBC Bank wanted to stop citizens from entering the bank for refuge, but his head was broken with a hard object.

In addition, the window glass of several shops at the intersection of Nanjing Road was broken, and the goods displayed inside were taken away by people. There are countless other messy public security cases such as stealing wallets from pedestrians and taking the opportunity to eat women’s tofu. The welcoming celebration that the two concessions took so painstakingly turned into a disaster.

What makes the concession even more troublesome is that everything happened in front of a group of media reporters. The brave journalists recorded everything that happened at that time with film. There were at least three movie cameras on the scene, shooting images of the assassination from various angles.

While the British and French soldiers were struggling to restore order on the Bund, in the lobby of the Chinachem Hotel, the doctor accompanying the mission was examining Marshal Blumberg’s injuries.

"The bullet passed through the marshal's upper arm and hit the sixth rib on the left. The bullet was blocked by the ribs and did not enter the body cavity." Military Medical Major Haider opened the aluminum instrument box and took out one from the inside. Here comes a glass syringe.

"The bullet broke his ribs. An operation must be performed immediately to remove the bullet fragments from the wound. I will give him an injection of anesthetic to relieve the marshal’s pain. I must take him to the hospital as soon as possible. It's too simple. I need a clean operating room, a full set of surgical equipment, and a few excellent assistants." Haider took out a small ampoule containing a transparent potion.

"I promise you will get everything you need, Major." Sir George pressed the medic's shoulder.

"Go outside and stare, why hasn't the ambulance arrived yet?" Aoqi, who was standing behind the British Consul General, turned her face and ordered her secretary.

"Although it was a case that occurred in the concession, the Empire of Japan could not stay out of the matter. The assassin was clearly directed at me, and he didn't get any news beforehand. What is Tecco doing during this time! What is the military police doing? I must be investigated carefully, and this person must be caught no matter what, otherwise we will not be able to explain to the German side." Matsuoka angrily gave orders to a bunch of Japanese military and political officials.

He had been appointed by the Emperor before he came to Shanghai. During his work in Shanghai, he could mobilize all the Japanese troops in the surrounding area, whether it was the army, navy, military police or police, whether it was a commander or a memorial. As an official, Foreign Minister Matsuoka has the right to deal with the situation.

There is the base camp and the cabinet to endorse him. Even if he is dragged out and shot to death, he can only pinch his nose to recognize him. Even if he is found innocent when he is held accountable afterwards, how can he stick his broken head.

"Heh! Your Excellency, we will send someone to investigate immediately." Sawada respectfully bowed his head and accepted the order.

"Malu Yelang!" At the back door of the hotel lobby, a military police officer punched a captain in the face.

The military police captain was staggered on the spot, and then quickly straightened his waist and resumed his standing posture.

"Kunoya Lu, Huagu, you bastard, do you know what you were talking about?" Da Zuo grabbed the captain by the collar and stared fiercely at his face.

"Ha! Sir, but I did see this assassin." Captain Huagu looked back at his boss without fear.

"This is not a joke, Huagu." Dazuo said solemnly.

"I'm definitely not joking, sir, I just know that the matter is important, so I immediately reported to you, sir." Huagu replied loudly.

"Oh, oh, oh. If what you say is true, that's the case....No, this matter must be reported to the Foreign Minister immediately." Osa loosened the collar of Hanaya.

"Come with me, Huagu." Da Zuo gave an order to Huagu, and then opened the door behind him.

At this time, the assassination was not yet clear, and all guests were told that no one was allowed to leave the hotel until the investigation was over. Fortunately, Chinachem has a large number of free rooms, so most of the insignificant guests went upstairs to the arranged rooms to rest, waiting for the public concession to come up with a preliminary investigation report.

I was unable to eat at the noon banquet. Instead, I witnessed an assassination. Many people were seriously frightened. Few of these wealthy businessmen and politicians could be called warriors, and most of them were more than ordinary people. fear death.

Ding Mocun took a few thugs from the secret service office and ran up and down for a long time, and finally settled down the group of puppet officials. After checking the surroundings of the floor, several people walked into the suite specially prepared for them by the hotel.

"A Si and Lao Wang stayed at the door to guard." After entering the door, Ding Mocun coldly ordered the two thugs who followed him to look at each other, and then stand separately at the door.

"Lock the door." Ding Mocun continued to order, and another thug closed the door and turned on the switch of the Sparling lock.

"Turn on the lights and draw the curtains." Ding Mocun walked to the bathroom door, opened the door and glanced inside.

"Director, martial law has begun downstairs, and the streets are full of British soldiers." A special agent stood by the window, observing the movement downstairs from the gap in the curtain.

"This is not surprising, today this incident is considered to have pierced the sky." Ding Mocun took off his top hat and handed it to his men next to him, then gently rubbed his wrist, and walked back and forth in the room.

While walking, Wang Puppet’s director of the secret service scanned the subordinates standing in the room with a vicious look. Finally, when he walked in front of a tall and thin man in a gray suit, Ding Mo Village suddenly stopped. , Turning around to face the thin tall man is a fierce slap in the face.

The tall, thin man was completely taken aback and was beaten immediately. He covered his face and looked at his boss, his eyes filled with confusion.

"Still acting stupid for me!" Ding Mocun slapped again on his backhand. The thin tall man finally couldn't bear it this time, and turned over and sat down on the ground.

"Asshole, eat inside and out, want to kill me!" Ding Mocun drew a revolver from his back~IndoMTL.com~ and pulled the hammer away at the thin forehead.

"Wait a minute, don't shoot!" The thin tall man finally reacted at this time. The boss wanted to kill himself, so he quickly waved his hands for mercy.

"Director Ding, my old horse started to follow you when I was in Wuhan. In the past few years, I didn’t say that I had no credit and hard work. Everyone can see it. How dare I harm you, Director." Maybe it’s adrenaline. It worked, and the tall, thin man found that his eloquence had never been better than it is now.

"Do you think you can pass through pretending to be pitiful? You want to deceive me. You must have spent a lot of money to buy it in Chongqing." Ding Mocun steadily held the revolver and pointed directly at the lanky forehead. .

"Chongqing there? They have always wanted to take my head. The people in Chongqing died in my hands, let alone 30 or 40 people. How could they come to buy me, Director Ding. I Even if you die, you have to go to Yan Wangye to call for grievances." The thin and tall guy was crying out of his eyes at this moment, running down the corner of his eyes, and his face looked like a big grievance.

"Well, I knew this, so I didn't kill you right away. Then how do you explain what was just now, I recognized it at a glance. It was Liu Agen who shot him, he is yours! Haha! , I even yelled for me. You dare to say that you have not been bought by Chongqing." Ding Mocun said this, but his thumb closed the hammer of the pistol.

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