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Chapter 195 Simple and rude (Part [-])
Jinling City in the dark night, a few flashlights flashed across the quiet residential area, and a group of black tunic suits walked silently through the alleys.

"Meow." A wild cat jumped from the tree in fright, and then disappeared.

A family secretly opened the window and looked out, but then retracted their heads, leaning against the wall and covering their mouths, not daring to breathe.

People outside have guns in their hands, and anyone who dares to fight so openly in Jinling, needless to say, is either a dog spy or a policeman, in short, it is not easy to provoke.

The people at the feet of the Son of Heaven are well-informed and understand that as long as these bastards are around, it means that someone's family will be ruined and their wives will be separated.

One more thing is worse than one less thing. Originally, there were still a few places with lights on, but as the Chinese tunic suits passed by, both sides of the street became pitch black.

The men in Chinese tunic suits finally stopped outside a private house, some of them spread out around the yard, and others stopped in front of the main entrance.

With a cold face, Fu Ling ordered in a low voice: "Old rules, all personnel will be arrested, and all account books and letters will be sealed up. Have you heard that?"

"Yes."

In the next second, the wolf-like spies broke open the courtyard door and rushed in. There were a few screams in the courtyard, but it was quiet after a while.

This place is the private residence of the owner of a western medicine firm. This is the fifth time Fu Ling broke into the house today, and the targets are all medicinal suppliers in Jinling.

They are all rich and unkind profiteers. They have been with Zuo Zhong for so long, and all his subordinates know the section chief's temper, and they will never harass good people.

Moreover, arresting ordinary businessmen for no reason may arouse the suspicion of the target, but there is no such concern in investigating these scumbags, and there are good reasons.

After a while, the embarrassed business owner was dragged out of the gate, the disheveled woman turned pale with fright, and several nurses were cursing there.

Judging from the data, these nursing homes follow their targets to sell fake products, bully the market, and do bad things like giving birth to a son without an ass hole. In short, they are not good people.

Fu Ling didn't want to talk nonsense, so she made faces to the left and right, and the two little spies rushed forward one by one, and slapped the noisy person several times.

The nurses were beaten to the point of crying and howling, and the dissatisfied business owner immediately lowered his eyebrows, knowing that the other party must have something to rely on for being so arrogant and domineering.

It was quiet now, and everyone's eyes were on Fu Ling. She walked slowly to the boss of the firm, and kicked him in the groin after being silent.

With this kick, the opponent fell to his knees with a thump, and this person wanted to get up to explain, but seven or eight pistols were placed on his forehead in an instant.

"Brothers, if you have something to say, don't shoot. I know all the directors of the Jinling Police Station, and the director of the Executive Yuan can also speak.

I have always been a man with my tail between my legs, and I think I have never offended a big shot. I don't know which police station you brothers belong to. If you have something to discuss, it is easy to discuss.

If you want money, you can have whatever you want in the house. If it is for a woman, there is the famous little narcissus in Jinling next to you, so don't be polite. "

The boss of the goods store propped one hand on the ground, talking non-stop, his words were soft but hard, and he didn't forget to take the opportunity to find out where Fu Ling and the others came from.

As expected of a well-known drug dealer in Jinling City, his methods are very clever, but it is a pity that he met the Secret Service, and no one dared to take his money and Little Narcissus.

Fu Ling sneered in her heart, and whipped the opponent's head neatly, and the owner of the goods store had no time to beg for mercy, so he was kicked a few meters away.

At the beginning, she was transferred to protect He Yijun, which showed her strength. She didn't have many tasks this year, and she spent all her time on training.

Not to mention a fat businessman addicted to drinking and sex, even some male spies in the intelligence department are no match for her, which is enough to show how powerful she is.

This kick was much harder than the one just now. The owner of the goods store lost several teeth, and his left cheek swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fu Ling didn't look at him, she stepped on the threshold, took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from her little leather boots, and the spies dragged her to her side again.

It's not that she committed violence on purpose, but she had to do so. Ledgers are very important to legitimate businessmen, and even more important to profiteers, because there are not only current accounts, but also evidence of illegal transactions.

It's about the life of the family. If they don't give a profound lesson, they won't cooperate honestly. The basic intelligence collection must be comprehensive, so that they can have more time and energy to investigate suspicious targets.

After wiping her boots leisurely, Fu Ling stepped on the other person's head: "Let me ask you, where are all your account books and supply lists?"

The boss of the goods store explained feebly: "It's in my study, everything is there, are you from the police station, and what are you going to do?"

He couldn't understand, if it was just for the account books, why so many people were mobilized, and these people didn't behave like ordinary departments.

After Fu Ling got the information she wanted, she didn't bother to talk to him anymore, and asked her subordinates to seal up the account books in the house, and she turned around and led the people to evacuate first.

In addition to the account books, the confessions of these people are also very important. For example, the personal information and daily words and deeds of the pharmacy owner need to be confessed by them.

Fu Ling returned to the Secret Service with her target in mind. The interrogation room had already been prepared, and Gui Youguang came here to help and brought a few newcomers to gain insight.

Intelligence officers need a lot of skills, among which interrogation techniques are the most important. According to Zuo Zhong's requirements, people in the intelligence department must be proficient.

"How about it, do you come straight to it, or do you take it slowly?" Gui Youguang looked at the gagged business owner, a little eager to try.

Fu Ling took out the notebook: "Just go to the electric chair, we don't have time to go around in circles, let him tell the truth about all the shit in his stomach as soon as possible."

Gui Youguang touched the target's head: "I think it's okay, I have to shave this guy clean first."

After finishing speaking, he greeted the newcomer: "Help this gentleman shave his body clean. I only give you 10 minutes. If you can't finish it, you will come back wherever you come from."

The newcomers finally entered the trump department of the Secret Service, how could they accept being chased away, and immediately swarmed up and stripped the target into naked pigs.

The owner of the firm didn't know what they were going to do, so he wriggled in fright, but the people present didn't care what he thought, and instead worked harder.

Fu Ling folded her arms beside her, her face never blushing and her heart beating. In this line of work, there is no difference between men and women in the ordinary sense except for the needs of tasks.

While staring at his watch, Gui Youguang stared at the movements of the newcomers, shaking his head from time to time watching their frantic movements, he should practice more.

"Report sir, the criminals have been dealt with." The rookie reported loudly, panting.

Gui Youguang put down his watch, and said with a blank expression, "Nine minutes, finish the task in a pinch. It seems that you have a lot of room for improvement. After you go back tonight, practice with each other. Next time, I will only give you 9 minutes."

The newcomers stood aside with a sad face, and Gui Youguang lifted him onto the electric chair with one hand, tied the restraint straps skillfully, and went to the console to adjust the data.

After finishing all this, he raised his head and nodded to Fu Ling, indicating that he could start the electric chair at any time, and Fu Ling walked lightly to the target.

Her expression was extremely cold: "Let's start, sir. Let this friend try the appetizer first. You can't let people say that our secret service is not good enough."

Secret Service?The boss of the commercial firm is struggling desperately. At most, he sells fake medicines, and occasionally bullies the market and the weak. How could he be targeted by these living kings? It's terrible.

But the more he struggled, the more excited Gui Youguang became. With a smile, he turned up the current by one degree, and then slammed on the electric switch. The light in the interrogation room immediately dimmed. It was wet.

The newcomers looked dry and swallowed their saliva nervously. This scene is rarely seen in other departments, and few people directly use the electric chair.

Generally, psychological oppression is carried out first, and electrocution, which is either death or injury, is the last choice, but the intelligence department is so straightforward under the leadership of Zuo Zhong.

Gui Youguang is very experienced, knowing that this person is not a well-trained intelligence officer, each power-up time is very short, and he stops decisively when the other party's body is on the verge of collapse, and then starts again.

Two minutes later, the owner of the firm simply passed out, but Fu Ling refused to let go, and asked someone to wake him up with cold water and continue the electric torture. She didn't shout until the target's eyes began to lose consciousness.

"Stop it, it's almost done, if the battery goes down, his brain will probably burn out, put him down and wash him with water, don't get shit and urine everywhere."

The newcomers smelled the smell of blood and excrement, and felt their throats swell. When they smelled the smell of meat, they couldn't bear it anymore. They vomited, and the smell in the interrogation room was even more complicated.

After Gui Youguang cut off the electricity, he joked to the newcomers: "You see, our intelligence department has such a work style. If any of you can't stand it, hurry up and say, it's okay, this is a normal phenomenon."

The newcomers wiped their mouths, glanced at each other, and consciously picked up the water hose to clean up.

Fu Ling walked to Gui Youguang's side, and said quietly: "Later, you will stand within sight of the target and put psychological pressure on him, but don't overdo it. I'm afraid he will collapse completely, and that will be troublesome."

Gui Youguang understands what she means. After a complete breakdown, people will be irrational, without thinking, and their thinking will unconsciously echo the interrogation object. Such a confession is meaningless and the content is too false.

He nodded and walked aside, took off the reflective material on his body, and tried not to make any expressions and movements later, it was not easy to let the other party ignore it and make the other party feel the pressure.

The owner of the firm rested for a while, and slowly regained his consciousness. When he opened his eyes, he saw two demons, a man and a woman, and squeezed out again in fright.

Fu Ling didn't want to waste any more time, so she asked someone to take out the cloth strip from his mouth, picked up the pen, opened the transcript and asked, "Name."

The owner of the firm was still immersed in fear and couldn't extricate himself. He didn't hear her inquiry at all, and he was trembling there in pain.

Gui Youguang coughed lightly, and the owner of the firm was shocked and opened his mouth: "What?"

Fu Ling had no choice but to ask again, this time the target was heard clearly, and she spoke honestly, she said everything that should be said and should not be said, and she was very cooperative.

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