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Wu Chunyang walked up to his men, looked at the gangster up and down, frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

"Report to the director, we were investigating the suspect near the dock and heard this kid bragging to someone that he stole someone last night and that the other person had a gun." The little agent pushed the gangster to the ground and replied respectfully.

gun?

Wu Chunyang became energetic and asked people to bring the gangster into the house to prepare for careful interrogation. They might be able to get some clues from this person.

Gu Qi and Song Minghao also heard the sound and came over. They looked at the thief curled up on the ground and communicated in low voices.

Zuo Zhong was still sitting on the chair without moving. He only had three hands. He, the deputy director, did not need to interrogate him personally.

"stand up!"

Wu Chunyang shouted sharply, and the gangster seemed to be compressed and released from a spring. He suddenly stood up, and his posture of standing at attention was quite standard.

No one who hangs out on the lake is a fool. When the chief officer speaks, the gangster who just kept shouting about injustice immediately shut his mouth. He is extremely well-behaved and does whatever he is told.

Wu Chunyang walked around the other person twice, his cold eyes swept over his face, and when the gangster's legs became weak, he spoke lightly.

"We are military commanders, petty theft matters are not my responsibility, and I don't want to know, but I am very interested in the person you met last night.

Tell me, what's your name, and what's going on with that person? If you agree, you'll get a reward. If you don't agree, just pick a Feng Shui treasure by yourself. "

The gangster trembled. Everyone in the mountain city didn't know the evil reputation of military commanders. Legend has it that all the spies were ruthless. Thinking of the prisoners who were shot beside him, his knees went weak and he knelt down again and answered honestly.

"Let me tell you, sirs, my name is Mo Geer. I am favored by all the gentlemen and am living at the dock. I came across an idea last night. I am wearing a soft satin short coat and I look like a fat sheep.

The younger one pretended to touch him and wanted to touch his waist. Unexpectedly, this guy was very alert. He pinched my wrist and took out a gun from the hem of his clothes with his other hand.

Fortunately, the brothers nearby saw him and came to help me, otherwise I would have suffered. I think he must be a black stick. This kind of person commits murder and arson without hesitation, and he does not dare to offend easily. "

The gangster who calls himself Mo Geer is full of dirty talk. The so-called idea is the target, touching the waist means picking up the pocket on the lower side of the jacket, holding up means helping, and Wu Bang refers to Pao Ge who makes a living as a robber.

After hearing this, Wu Chunyang raised his eyebrows and stared: "Be honest with me, who are you talking to? Don't talk slanderously. What kind of gun is the other party holding? Do you recognize it? Is this the case?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the Browning 1911 in the hand of the little agent next to him. The enemy used this high-power pistol made in the United States in the safe house.

"Yes, yes, it's this kind of gun, with foreign marks all over the gun."

Brother Mo quickly nodded and said with a hint of pride, "Younger, you have a very good memory. You can remember anything after seeing it once. You must be right."

Wu Chunyang looked at Zuo Zhong and Gu Qi. Seeing that they didn't say anything, he turned around and continued to ask.

"Then, don't talk nonsense. What did the other party say or do when he saw you and your accomplices? Have you seen him at the dock or nearby before?

Also, are you just so happy to let him go? Don’t think I don’t know. You also have guys in your hands. Steal when you can, and rob when you can’t. Am I right? "

Brother Mo laughed dryly and said, "Thefts and robberies are not separated from each other. According to the rules of Qiuhu, this kind of thing cannot be eaten as food. As long as it is beneficial, they can be thieves or robbers."

After hearing what the military commander said so clearly, Brother Mo stopped hiding anything and told what happened last night exactly, explaining why he didn't take action.

"Sir, sir, we brothers are just working together to make ends meet, and we only have a few crude guns. The other party has a real gun in his hand. If the trigger is pulled, my life will be gone."

I talked to the guy, no, I talked to the guy. The guy didn't say a word, he just looked at me with a fierce look in his eyes. He was not easy to mess with at first glance, so..."

Brother Mo didn't finish what he said, but his meaning was very clear. He thought he couldn't fight the other side, so they gave in decisively. After he finished speaking, he saw Wu Chunyang's unkind expression, and he quickly added.

"But I saw that guy's face clearly. Sir, give us a few days and I will dig him out."

He bullied the weak and feared the strong, was only interested in profit, and had a standard gangster mentality. When he saw an opportunity to please the military commander, he even forgot his own identity.

Naturally, Wu Chunyang didn't need the help of a few thieves. He asked Brother Mo to be taken down to make a mock portrait, and then he walked up to Zuo Zhong and whispered.

"Deputy Officer, the enemy is very cautious. Except for a few people who have exposed their appearance, the opponent has left almost no clues. Three days have passed in a blink of an eye.

Beizhi believes that the person Mo Geer saw can be publicly offered a reward together with the three suspects who showed their faces that Lao Song found in the restaurant.

There is no point in keeping secrets now. No matter whether there is a spy in the bureau or not, such a big operation cannot be hidden from the enemy. Instead of doing this, it is better to take the initiative.

Doing this may disrupt the enemy's pace and force them to take action. Once these rats come out of their nests, we will be able to take advantage of them. "

Zuo Zhong silently considered Wu Chunyang's suggestion. It was indeed a good choice to disclose part of the case in exchange for speeding up the investigation.

There are millions of people in the mountain city, which is equivalent to millions of human cameras. Unless those four people never go out, they will be dug out sooner or later.

The most taboo thing about doing things is indecisiveness. Since we can't keep it secret, we should make a big show to scare the enemy. Zuo Zhong stood up and announced an order.

"Print the portraits and post them everywhere, and then notify Bai Wenzhi and Ge Laohui, telling them that whoever can find these four people will be rewarded with 100,000 yen!" "Yes."

Wu Chunyang puffed up his chest and immediately went to arrange the reward, feeling more confident about finding the enemy.

One hundred thousand yen is not a small amount, and there are many people who are willing to sacrifice their lives for this money, not to mention finding someone, even killing someone.

After dark, hundreds of urgently printed mock portraits were posted all over the city, and various specious rumors spread.

Under the temptation of getting rich overnight, even if it rained heavily, the entire mountain city was still boiling. People, robe brothers, police officers, and refugees entered the situation one after another, and countless pairs of eyes observed in the darkness.

In a residential area near Ganbian in Beicheng, a man in a suit walked into an alley holding an umbrella. After taking two steps, he was stopped by several robed men with sinister faces. One of them raised his ax and shouted.

"stop!"

"Click~"

The screams and thunder sounded almost at the same time. The man was startled and carefully observed his surroundings through the lightning above his head.

Seeing that there was no one else, the man breathed a sigh of relief, then showed a panicked expression, grabbed the briefcase in front of him with his left hand and stammered.

"Heroes, I am just a poor teacher, penniless. If you don't believe me, just look at it."

"Bring it to you~"

The axe-wielding brother grabbed the briefcase and flipped through it. As expected, there was not a penny in it, only some office supplies.

Cursing his luck secretly, Brother Pao threw the bag back, but the matter was not over yet. He took out another portrait, put it next to the man's face, looked at it for a moment, and finally asked coldly.

"Have you ever seen these four people?"

The man looked at the familiar faces in the portrait, his pupils shrank slightly and returned to normal in an instant, and he shook his head with a confused expression.

Brother Pao didn't find any flaws. He took back the portrait in disappointment and threatened the man with evil words.

"Go away. If you see the person in the portrait, go to the opium den at the entrance of the alley and report the news immediately. I have called Qianlong, and it will be your benefit then."

"Yes, yes, I understand. I will definitely do as I am told."

The man nodded as if he were talking, and watched the robe brothers swaggering away. An inexplicable look flashed in his eyes, and he walked faster to a courtyard, opened the door, and walked in.

After a few more minutes, several heads slowly protruded from the far corner. They were the buddies who had just left. One of them looked at Guo Changlong in confusion.

"Longtou, this guy is a poor teacher. Why are we staring at him?"

Guo Yilong looked at the small courtyard with his eyes and patted the questioner on the head: "You son of a bitch, you asked so many questions, this turtle's son's bag is worth an ocean, poor teacher, bah!

Hurry and report to the Weiwu Yaozi (Police Station). Remember, if the other party asks, just say that you are a person who has passed Qianlong and received the reward from the military commander. I will handle it for you to the end. Go quickly. "

The listener looked happy and ran away quickly. He rolled his eyes and spread his men to a nearby intersection to keep an eye on the rich man.

Little people have their own way of survival and their unique survival wisdom, which should not be underestimated.

In that small courtyard, a man and a woman with an ordinary face were talking quietly in the bedroom. While talking, they kept looking outside through the window.

"Baga, the people of the Republic of China have figured out the appearance of the four action team members. Where are they, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel?

If the action team is found by the Republic of China, we will also be in danger. Miss Yamaguchi, do you need me to give a warning? "

The woman didn't look at him. She focused on the two books in front of her. She was scribbling on a pile of white paper with a pen in her right hand and sneered.

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Handa, but it's not necessary. I want to know if the agents of the Cabinet Intelligence Department are as timid as you. If you have time to report the message, why not hurry up and find the code book?"

The man named Handa was so angry that he blushed and roared in his heart, Damn Army Red Deer, if it were in the mainland, I would definitely make you regret saying such rude words.

Seeing that he couldn't communicate, he simply sat next to the woman, took out the white paper he just bought from his briefcase and started working, not wanting the woman to speak again.

"Mr. Handa, you didn't buy the paper at the same store, right? Our opponent is the military commander, and those guys' noses are more sensitive than hounds."

The woman had a serious expression, and for the first time she looked away from the book, staring at Handa intently.

Handa felt a little guilty. In order to avoid trouble, he did not buy the paper separately, but he could not lose face, so he pretended to be calm.

"Of course... of course, I am an experienced intelligence officer. I don't need you to remind me, Miss Yamaguchi. We will be safe hiding here."