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Chapter 412 Scum
People who can travel by long-distance bus these days are naturally not as poor and white as they themselves said. They all have some family background, but they have absolutely nothing to do with such a powerful agency as the Secret Service.

The people in the car looked at Agent Gou with a smirk on his face, and suddenly felt that the vicious officer just now was pretty good. The soldiers should at least be reasonable, but these spies are not reasonable at all.

Humpty Humpty looked at everyone's reaction and chuckled: "I told you not to be afraid, we are here to arrest the assassin, as long as your identities are OK, you will be able to go home soon."

This person is naturally Song Minghao. According to the plan, he is in charge of the Changgan Bridge in the south of the city. Not long after the blockade started, he found this messy car and came to check the situation.

He observed the expressions of the passengers calmly. Some were scared, some were disgusted, and some were calm. These were considered normal reactions. After all, not everyone was afraid of the Secret Service.

Moreover, spies are not so amateurish as to show flaws in their expressions. If they want to find out the other party, they still have to start with abnormal behaviors, especially when they see checkpoints, whether anyone has abnormal behaviors.

He turned around to look at the driver who was holding the steering wheel, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder. The driver trembled all over, and then slowly turned his head, revealing a terrified face.

Song Minghao asked: "You are the driver of this car, whether the car is private or government-run, how many people were on the car when it set off from the bus station, and how many people were on the car halfway, tell me."

"Guanying, we are employees of the Jiangbei Road Administration Bureau. This car travels between Jinling and Guangling. I am definitely not an assassin. I just drive. You can ask her about these things."

After finishing speaking, the driver pointed to a woman in the carriage: "She is the conductor on the train, she knows how many people have come up, yes, she still has a ledger, we need to check the ledger when we return to the bureau."

Song Minghao followed the driver's hand and saw the shivering young woman in the crowd. Hearing what the driver said, the other person's already fair and tender face became even whiter, without any blood.

He beckoned to the woman: "Miss, come out, you heard it too, I just want to know about the situation of the passengers, you can leave early after asking questions, so don't waste everyone's time."

As soon as he said this, the conductor's side was instantly empty, and no one wanted to cause trouble. An old lady even climbed onto the luggage rack hanging from the handrail, and Song Minghao's eyeballs almost fell out.

Seeing this scene, the conductor wanted to cry but had no choice but to walk to the front of the carriage. He gave the driver a vicious look at the back of his head, then took out a small book from his satchel and handed it out.

She said tremblingly: "Sir, here is the account book. There were 28 people when we left Jinling Station. These people bought tickets from the ticket window of the station. The rest of them didn't have tickets."

"The specific number of people, don't play tricks."

Song Minghao looked down at the ledger, and frowned when he heard the words: "I know your tricks, no matter how many tickets are sold, it is the money of the Road Administration Bureau, and the money collected by the car on the way can be put in your pocket.

There are a lot of people who need to manage this line. The inspection of the road administration and the inspection of the station all have to be paid for, including yourself and the driver. Do you have a specific count?Don't take me for a fool. "

After he finished speaking, he looked at the conductor coldly. How much money the other party earned had nothing to do with him, but if the arrest of the spy was delayed because of this matter, maybe he would take this person back to treat him to a good meal.

"Yes, there are counts." The conductor hurriedly explained: "There are 18 people on the bus on the way, and those who don't have a seat. We really didn't know there were assassins here, sir, you must believe me."

Song Minghao glanced at the other party, and continued to ask: "Before seeing the checkpoint, is there anyone who wants to get out of the car, or has a wrong face? You should remember it well. If you catch the assassin, you will be rewarded."

Speaking of this, he said to all the passengers: "Everyone listen, before the car arrives at Changgan Bridge, if anyone finds anything unusual, please tell them, and the reward will not be small."

The conductor and the passengers were stunned for a moment, and then began to think hard, but the car was too crowded and the noise was too loud, so few people cared about what the people around them were doing.

After a long time, the carriage was quiet.

Song Minghao knew that it was useless to catch people quickly, so he closed the account book: "Everyone gets off the bus and queues up, no luggage is allowed, the team with seats and the team without seats, whoever dares to move will take them away."

Since no abnormal behavior can be found, we can only investigate and question the passengers, and search the luggage by the way. Spies will not evacuate empty-handed, at least they will have weapons for self-defense.

The reason for getting out of the car is that the space in the car is too small. If the spy is really found, if the fire is fired, it will cause mass casualties, and his crime will be serious. It is safer to get out of the car to screen.

When the passengers heard that they had to get off the bus, they immediately murmured to express their dissatisfaction, but faced with the changed face of the secret agent, they could only reluctantly get off the bus and stood up separately as required.

Song Minghao got off the station and stood aside, observing the crowd carefully. Passengers without tickets were obviously dressed in shabby clothes. The purpose of getting on the bus on the way was to save money, and only half the fare was paid for no seats.

Most of these people were women and children, and more than half of the 18 people were women. This didn't count the children who didn't need to buy tickets. When they were all added up, there were more than 30 passengers on the bus halfway.

That is to say, this car is full of five NO.60 people. The driver and the conductor are really desperate for money. If they are overloaded so much, they are not afraid of accidents on the way. Will there be spies among these people?

Song Minghao thought for a while, walked to the front of the two lines, stared at the passengers who started to make noise again, and didn't speak until the scene became silent again, then he spoke slowly.

"Everyone, take out your IDs. If you don't have IDs, tell your address. If you're visiting relatives, tell them their names and addresses. In short, you must provide evidence of your activities in Jinling. Do you understand?"

The people in the car were either residents of Jinling or came to Jinling for business, but no matter what, they always had a place to stay in Jinling, such as a hotel, or a relative's house.

Even if it is a one-day round trip, there will be places to eat, live and do business. Through these, the intelligence department can determine the identity of the other party. If it cannot be provided, there must be something wrong.

The passengers also cooperated, who let the spies around have already surrounded them, with guns in their hands, the hero does not suffer from immediate losses, and besides, he just provided some evidence, there is no need to ask for trouble.

One by one certificates issued by the party headquarters in various places were taken out. This is a new control measure for Jinling to control population movement after the start of the Southwest War. There are photos and basic information of the personnel on it.

Song Minghao waved his hand, and several small spies went to the crowd to check them one by one. The handwriting, steel seal and seam stamp on the certificates were all marked, and it was difficult for insiders to know, so it was difficult to fake.

Of course, the spies of the Nandou team may be insiders, so the documents can only be used as an auxiliary means of identification. The real identification requires the spies to rely on experience and judgment.

"Shanghai people? It's bad."

"Ah, bad mulberry consumes first mulberry."

A small spy was talking to a fashionable lady. There was no problem with the ID, and the photo was taken recently. There was not much difference between the real person and the photo, and there was no trace of cropping or modification.

He suddenly asked good morning in Shanghai dialect, and the other party's answer was very natural, without too much thinking and reaction, indicating that Shanghai dialect is often used in daily life, which does not meet the spy conditions.

People from the Nandou team have been lurking in Jinling City for a long time, and they seldom use Shanghainese. Even if they understand Shanghainese, it takes a certain amount of time to switch languages, so the other party's suspicion is not too great.

The little spy politely handed over the documents, and said the moment the woman took them: "Where is your luggage, we need to take a look, and you can get on the bus after the inspection."

The woman was helpless, and accompanied by another spy, she took her carry-on luggage. Except for clothes and some money, there were no suspicious items in it, so the suspicion was preliminarily ruled out.

The reason why I say preliminary is because the trajectory of the activities she mentioned needs to be investigated, and some secret agents have already contacted the Secret Service through a temporarily laid field phone, so that other parties can cooperate to verify.

This matter is not as complicated as imagined. Now the whole of Jinling is cooperating with this operation. For example, the police only need to verify any place the woman said, and it is easy to distinguish the truth from the false.

Song Minghao didn't speak all the time, just folded his arms and watched the communication between his subordinates and the passengers. Suddenly he saw a woman holding a child, who was talking anxiously to the spy who was inquiring.

He walked over a few steps, looked at the other party from head to toe, and frowned and asked the little spy: "What's the matter, is there a problem with the certificate, or is her track in Jinling unclear."

"No, her child has a fever."

The little spy was also in a dilemma, explaining: "She is from Huizhou, and she is going to transfer from Jinling to Guangling's in-law's house. When she arrived in Jinling this morning, she found that the child had a fever after getting on the bus, and there was no problem with her ID."

"Oh, that's it."

Song Minghao nodded without expressing his opinion, turned around and was about to leave, but in the next second, he suddenly pulled out his gun and threw the woman holding the child down. Before falling to the ground, the child was pushed aside by him.

"Go and see the child."

He stabbed the opponent's head with a gun, and shouted loudly. All the passengers were taken aback by his actions, but the agents immediately reacted and rushed up.

One of the spies with a thick arm pinched the woman's cheek with one hand, and tore off her collar with the other hand, while the other spies held down the struggling hands and feet of the other side.

"Chief, the child didn't respond."

At the same time, someone went to check the swaddle that fell aside. The baby inside was pale, and his breathing had become very weak. Only the small arms that twisted from time to time proved that the baby was still alive.

With the help of other people, Song Minghao struggled to get up from the ground. The last time he did it himself was to catch a weapon dealer. He hadn't done strenuous exercise for several months, so he was really uncomfortable.

After he got up, he didn't care about anything else, and ran to the little spy to take the swaddle, skillfully picked up the baby, tested his breath, and touched his forehead, with murderous intent on his face and eyes.

He raised his head and told the little spy: "Find a car to take the child to the hospital, tell the doctor that the child may have taken sleeping pills, and when the case is over, look for his biological parents in the newspaper."

The little spy asked with some doubts: "Commander, you mean that the woman snatched or stole the child. How did you find out? I don't see anything wrong. Can you tell me?"

"When have you ever seen a child who is sick and not making noise, and which parent would wrap the child so tightly when the child has a fever, young man, you will know when you get married, learn slowly."

Song Minghao gently shook the baby in his arms, and looked at the screaming suspect on the ground out of the corner of his eyes. He decided that no matter whether the other party was a spy or not, this kind of scum would have to be brought back to the Secret Service to be remade.

But soon a spy found a miniature pistol in the car, and a hole was found in the tooth of the arrested woman. There was no poison in it.

Indeed, without special missions, who would be willing to put dangerous poison in their mouths? After all, the first consideration of large-scale uniform distribution of equipment is cost-effectiveness, not quality and safety.

In short, the possibility that this person is a spy is very high, because there is no need for human traffickers to carry loaded weapons with them, and there is no need to tamper with their teeth. This is the standard intelligence personnel style.

"Notify the section chief and them that a suspected spy was arrested in the south of the city." Song Minghao felt confident after seeing the pistol, handed the child to his subordinates and sent him to the hospital, and then ordered: "Continue to check."

　The two chapters are nearly 7000 words, and the next case is going to be written about the underground party, and there will be a few days in the middle, sleep, good night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)