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Chapter 922 Invitation

On the second day of the large-scale military reunification operation, Luojiawan No. 29 was full of people, the phone kept ringing, and spies ran in and out.

Yesterday, the water and land channels and communications in the mountain city were cut off, and many bloody conflicts occurred. Thousands of people were arrested and many shops were closed.

Many officials called to inquire about this. During the call, these people blatantly excused the people involved in the case in an official tone. Pingshi must have collected local products.

However, after knowing that the case was handed over by someone personally┴, he resolutely gave up. In terms of adapting to the wind, the party elites are professional.

Zuo Zhong was not idle either, he was sitting in the office, leaning on the back of the chair, chatting with the person opposite him while holding the microphone with a smile.

"Old Yang, don't worry about this matter, your business partner probably won't have a chance to come out."

"Well, there is a chance to come out for a drink or two together."

"Hahaha, okay, let Laobai treat me, goodbye."

Laughing and hanging up the phone, Zuo Zhong shook his head helplessly. It's really terrible. I didn't expect that even Section Chief Yang of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, no, Director Yang was involved in this matter.

He and Lao Yang got along well when they were in Jinling, so the face that should be given should still be given, now it depends on whether the other party can understand what he said, otherwise it may be over.

The Huangshan official residence case is the number one serious case of the government. Anyone involved must be dealt with seriously. This is a personal order from someone. I hope the other party can cut it off in time.

"Beep, beep."

At this time, someone knocked on the office door, and then He Yijun walked in and reported to him that Ling Sanping had checked Wu Xiwen and found that he was not carrying germs.

"Notify everyone, go to the interrogation room."

Zuo Zhong got up and said something, picked up the file and walked out of the office building, walked quickly to the foot of the mountain in the corner of the compound, stopped in front of an iron gate and pressed the button on the wall.

After a piercing electric bell, a figure flashed past the observation hole on the iron door, and after a while, the explosion-proof door with a thickness of more than ten centimeters slowly opened, and a musty smell came out.

This place was originally the underground warehouse of the police training center. After the army moved westward, it was transformed into a detention center. The solid rocks around it minimized the possibility of detainees escaping.

Even in the event of an air raid, the hundreds of meters thick mountain can guarantee the safety of prisoners and staff. Compared with the detention center at Honggong Temple in Jinling, this place is obviously safer.

The only disadvantage is that it is too humid. If you stay in this environment for a long time, it is easy to cause respiratory infections, skin diseases and rheumatism.

But it's not a big problem. Anyway, the prisoners of the military command generally don't live long, and their heads are almost gone. Presumably they don't care about these trivial things.

"Hello Deputy Director."

The spy guard saluted and welcomed Zuo Zhong in. Under the dim light, several long passages extended to the mountainside, with many iron fences in between.

Guards armed with batons patrolled the corridors. It wasn't that the military command was too poor to afford guns, it was just to prevent prisoners from snatching weapons.

None of the prisoners held here is a simple person. It would be very dangerous to let the other party get a firearm. The guards' use of non-lethal weapons is the most suitable choice.

Suddenly, a gust of dark wind blew from the depths of the tunnel, coupled with the faint groans, howls, and screams, it seemed that people had come to the eighteenth floor of hell.

Zuo Zhong nodded in satisfaction. The environment was almost okay, and they didn't invite spies as guests. Letting these people suffer a little would also help the interrogation.

Just as he was thinking, several people walked in behind him. The four persons in charge of the first and second divisions and Gui Youguang rushed to the detention center after receiving the order.

"Senior seat, should we go and see Wu Xiwen first?" Gu Qi took the lead and asked.

"Well, let's go, isn't he going to see me? Let's see what tricks he's up to." Zuo Zhong said with a smile, walking towards a passageway.

The group passed through four or five iron gates, and finally saw the target in the deepest part of the detention center. The target was squatting half-curled up in a cell whose length, width and height were less than half a meter.

This kind of cell cannot sit, stand up straight, or lie down. It is specially used to clean up uncooperative interrogators. Many prisoners are driven crazy after staying in it for a few days.

Zuo Zhong put his hands on his knees, looked down at Wu Xiwen with his eyes closed and his face full of pain through the ventilation window, and waved his hand to greet him.

"Oh, isn't this the famous Wuzhang Banner of Chongli Society? Hello, I heard that you want to see me. Why, do you really want to surrender to Zuo?"

Wu Xiwen, who had supported himself to the limit, opened his eyes suddenly when he heard the words, stared at the smiling face in front of him and gave a wry smile, and said in embarrassment.

"Mr. Zuo, hello, I really want to abandon the darkness and turn to the light. Can you let someone release Wu first? This feeling is really uncomfortable."

"Ha ha."

Regarding this request, Zuo Zhong snorted with a half-hearted smile, but still nodded to Wu Chunyang and Gui Youguang next to him, signaling them to release him.

Of course he wasn't soft-hearted, the main reason was that he might be tortured later, the other party was locked in this small cage, and the interrogators couldn't let go of their hands and feet.

Wu Chunyang and Wu Chunyang opened the door of the prison cell, which was actually more like a dog cage. Wu Xiwen, a vicious dog, fell to the ground, breathing in the not-so-fresh air.

The spies watched coldly with their arms folded and kept a certain distance from him. They didn't help him up until the guards fetched various instruments and handcuffed him firmly.

"Thank you, thank you."

While thanking Wu Xiwen, he stroked the dust off his chest with his handcuffed hands, and straightened the messy bangs on his forehead. It was obvious that he was a particular person.

After finishing all this, he cupped his hands towards Zuo Chong: "Thank you Mr. Zuo for your understanding, if you have any questions, just ask, I promise to know everything without saying anything.

Don't worry, we are colleagues. I know that no one can resist torture to extract a confession. Instead of wasting time and asking for trouble, it is better to cooperate with you. "

What he said was very sincere, and with those eyes full of sincerity, the credibility seemed to be very high, but only he himself knew if it was true or not.

After listening to it, Zuo Zhong thought of the rusty warhead, so his smile became brighter, and he raised his finger to point to the end of the passage.

"Mr. Wu, don't be in a hurry, this place is not a place to talk, please move outside the cave, you and I can sit down and have some breakfast, chat while eating, okay?
By the way, Zuo would like to invite you to watch a play. Let me tell you, this play is very exciting, and it will only be performed once. It is a rare opportunity. Please enjoy it. "

After asking Wu Xiwen, without waiting for Wu Xiwen's answer, he gave Gu Qi an order: "Immediately go to Jiang's side to make arrangements. I want to have breakfast with Wu Zhangqi, and drive away all irrelevant people."

"Bian Jiang? Isn't that... okay, I'll go right away."

Gu Qi was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted and gave Wu Xiwen a sympathetic look before leaving.

Wu Xiwen, who noticed this scene, didn't know why the fat man looked at him like that, but he could guess that something was wrong.

But the current situation is that people treat him as fish and meat, and he has to agree or not, and no one cares about a prisoner's opinion.

After being put on a hood again, he was dragged out of the detention center and thrown into the back of a car. Amid the sound of roaring engines, more than a dozen cars drove out of the military compound.

Along the way, as a professional spy who has received professional training, Wu Xiwen tried to judge the location by timing and turning left and right of the vehicle.

It's a pity that even after living in a mountain city for decades, he still completely lost his sense of direction after the car made several laps in the ups and downs of the streets.

After an unknown amount of time, the car came to a slow stop in a jolt, and Wu Xiwen was dragged out of the car like a marionette, with the cobblestone ground under his feet.

Through the hood, he heard the rushing water and Taoist chanting, smelled the scent of incense in the air, and a place name appeared in his mind.

"Immortal Cave? Are we at Coral Dam?"

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Wu Xiwen said something to himself, and before the words fell on his head, the hood was pulled off violently.

He subconsciously narrowed his eyes, turned his head to avoid the strong sunlight, and then Zuo Zhong's unhurried voice sounded in his ear again.

"Did you hear that, Mr. Wu is helping us find loopholes in our work. Remember, you must plug the ears and noses of the prisoners in the future."

After the rain, the mountain city is sunny and sunny, washing away the haze over the city, and the gentle wind blowing across the sky, the earth is full of vitality again.

Zuo Zhong smiled and teased his subordinates, then walked to a table, and politely invited Wu Xiwen to sit down for dinner.

"Come on, Mr. Wu, my subordinates have prepared the most authentic Japanese breakfast, including main course, rice, side dishes, pickles and soup.

Don't be polite, you have been in the Republic of China for so many years, you must miss the taste of your hometown, you must eat more today. "

Once again, he sat down on the chair without waiting for Wu Xiwen's answer, but the other party no longer cared about politeness, and focused all his attention on Qiao.

On Jiantan not far away, hundreds of low-level pao brothers from Chongli Society and three other halls were kneeling on the ground with their backs tied behind them, with expressionless spies behind them.

What are the Chinese going to do?
Wu Xiwen frowned, and came to the table and sat down as if nothing had happened. Looking at the table with only dishes and spoons, he didn't know where to start. He didn't even have chopsticks.

Seeing this, Zuo Zhong took a spoonful of miso soup with a soup spoon and explained with a smile: "Please understand, you should know that in the hands of people like us, chopsticks are no different from weapons.

In case Mr. Wu makes some unwise actions and gets killed and loses you, the most important audience, this scene will be dull, let's watch while eating. "

After "persuading" Wu Xiwen, Zuo Zhong waved at Gui Youguang, who immediately turned around and walked to Jiang, took out a pistol and pointed it at a seriously injured Paoge and pulled the trigger.

With a bang, Wu Xiwen, a veteran spy who had been lurking in the mountain city for more than [-] years, took a deep breath, and also smiled, took a mouthful of soup, put it into his mouth and tasted it carefully.

The mixture of white tofu and red miso is strikingly similar to the puddle of liquid┴ on the ground tens of meters away, but the two people at the table don't seem to care...
(End of this chapter)