The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 30 Grain Merchant
"Are people under control?" Zhou Qinghe asked curiously.

"Then why don't we wait for you, brother? Without you as the chief of the medical unit, how could I dare to interrogate him?"

Zeng Haifeng was smiling, and it was obvious that he was in a good mood because of the harvest this time.

He came over and bit his ear: "This person's identity is a businessman active in Suzhou, so I have been unable to find him in Nanjing. However, this guy came to Nanjing yesterday and was recognized by my people at the train station."

Yesterday, Zeng Haifeng discovered this man's traces and immediately followed him. After tracing and checking the people he talked to, he immediately determined his identity and asked people in Suzhou to do a second verification. It was correct.

A grain merchant in Suzhou is doing a very prosperous business.

"You're so bold this time? Why don't you follow me more?"

This kind of person might have some connections in Suzhou, so it would be a bit decisive to catch him directly. It seems that Zeng Haifeng doesn't want to wait.

"That's not necessary. He has contact with too many people as a businessman, and he can't keep up."

Zeng Haifeng shook his wine glass, a faint smile flashed in his eyes: "It's good to come to Nanjing, but you have to go back, right?
When he goes back, he will do it at the train station. By then, the people in Nanjing will think that he has gone back, while the people in Suzhou will think that he is still on the train. Isn't there a time difference? "

As a grain merchant, there must be people who pick him up and drop him off when traveling. Naturally, he must grasp the timing of this action to prevent the news from leaking.

"High." Zhou Qinghe gave a thumbs up.

With this time difference, if you enter the secret service, you won't be afraid that he won't speak up. After all, tracking is time-consuming and laborious. Now this operation can cut through the mess quickly. Unexpectedly, Section Chief Zeng is quite particular about efficiency.

Zeng Haifeng smiled proudly: "Give me an hour and I can pry open the mouth of such a pampered businessman.

But brother, this time I plan to question him directly on the train. You come with me and keep an eye on him to prevent him from committing suicide. I have mobilized a large force to go to Suzhou. As long as one side confesses, the other side will immediately Arrest people. "

Zeng Haifeng was firstly afraid of being accidentally beaten to death during the interrogation, and secondly, because such businessmen always had some wealth, and it was safe for his own team members to take over the money.

"Okay, let's wait for news from you. Be careful and don't let anyone escape."

"Well, don't worry, I'll be with you 24 hours a day. Brother, I've been very tired these days."

After saying this, Zeng Haifeng began to pour out his sorrows and complain about his hard work.

Zhou Qinghe Xunmo's surname is not Dai, so what's the use of telling him?I can’t give you a medal, so I don’t bother to listen.

It was not until noon the next day that Zeng Haifeng's phone call came in a hurry. He was leaving and was going to the train station. The people staying behind from the Intelligence Department immediately took Zhou Qinghe to the train station.

As the capital of the country, Nanjing has a lot of people going to various places by train. People entering the station have to check their tickets one by one. However, people from the Secret Service naturally have special channels and can directly get on the train and wait.

"You, take Chief Zhou to the cargo compartment at the end. The four of you will defend the front compartment. The four of you in the rear compartment, Amao and Xiaofei, follow me to the main compartment. Brother, I will come find you later."

After disguising himself, Zeng Haifeng had a clear mind and immediately made arrangements for the stay.

Zhou Qinghe was taken directly to the cargo compartment at the end of the train.

This carriage is small, just for storing some sundries. There are a few boxes in the innermost part, covered with gray cloth. It has no seats and only has windows. It's quite stuffy inside right now.

Zhou Qinghe opened the window a crack and looked through the crack at the flow of people pouring in on the platform, carrying large and small bags. It was very lively.

Not long after, Zeng Haifeng took the time to come over and say something

"People are already on the bus."

Zhou Qing hummed to indicate that he had received it, and then Zeng Haifeng walked to the car where the suspect was located to monitor.

Zeng Haifeng told him when it was time to take action, he had to wait for the car to start, so as to prevent leakage of secrets midway to the greatest extent.

Zhou Qinghe also observed the operations and movements of these intelligence team members. It was not a waste of time to learn something while they were here.

Only 5 minutes later, the whistle sounded, the train started slowly, the wheels collided with the rails loudly, and Zhou Qinghe looked at the scenery outside the window and began to retreat.

Not long after, there was a sudden noise.

"What are you doing?"

"Who are you?"

"Let me go, woohoo."

The sound is getting closer.Bang, the carriage door opened, and four team members were seen in groups of two, each escorting one person in, one with a fat head and big ears, a gentle man with glasses, followed by Zeng Haifeng.

Zhou Qinghe recognized at a glance that this fat-headed and big-eared man was exactly the person depicted in the portrait.

"Why are there two?" Zhou Qinghe asked.

"That's his assistant. Tie him up!"

Zeng Haifeng explained, and his men started to take action, directly pushing the two of them to the ground, first searching their bodies, and then tying them up, and then tied them into two big squealing pigs like rice dumplings.

"What are you doing? Who are you? Do you know who our boss is?"

Bang, Zeng Haifeng slapped him with his backhand.

"Shut your mouth. I didn't ask any questions. You'd better be quiet."

The glasses of the man with glasses were slapped to the ground. The expression on his face was stunned, but he became quieter.

Zeng Haifeng sneered, squatted down and looked at the wealthy businessman who was tied to the ground, and said with a smile: "Wu Liangcai, do you want to say it yourself, or should I help you loosen your muscles and bones."

"Who are you? How much do you want?" Wu Liangcai looked at the miserable appearance of his assistant, with panic on his face, but he could still reply calmly.

"Money?" Zeng Haifeng smiled, then stopped smiling and patted his face with his ID: "See clearly, Secret Service."

Wu Liangcai's face turned pale for a moment, and then he became flustered: "What are you doing with me?"

Snap, Zeng Haifeng slapped him again fiercely.

"I didn't ask you, so you'd better not answer. Listen to the question clearly. Choose one of the two: You say it yourself, or I help you relax."

"I, I." Wu Liangcai's fat face was slapped with a red mark, and his tone became more and more panicked.

Zhou Qinghe looked at Qingqi on the side. He originally thought that the mentality of spies was good, but this guy's mentality was obviously a bit bad. He succumbed to Zeng Haifeng's lust with just one slap. He didn't look like a trained person.

In his current state, he doesn't even need to be tortured. It is estimated that a beating with fists and kicks will reveal everything.

Section Chief Zeng was lucky, he was easy to talk to.

But something seemed a little off about his men.

Zhou Qinghe glanced over and glanced at Wu Liangcai's men. The bespectacled man had been quiet without his glasses. He climbed up and curled his legs against the wall. He looked very weak and kept looking at their boss.

"Chief Zeng"

"Aren't you myopic?"

Zhou Qinghe looked into the eyes of the gentle man.

Clarity and concentration are not the characteristics of short-sighted people.

When Zeng Haifeng was called by Zhou Qinghe, he turned around and squatted down. He looked into the gentle man's eyes and asked Zhou Qinghe: "How did you know that?"

"There is a difference between near-sightedness and non-short-sightedness. You won't be able to explain this for a while. It's a medical matter."

"Bring him his glasses."

Since Zhou Qinghe said this, Zeng Haifeng stopped asking, and if what Zhou Qinghe said was true, then this would be very interesting.

His hand picked up the glasses and handed them to Zeng Haifeng. Zeng Haifeng looked at them and found that they did not have the reading. He smiled thoughtfully and said, "Boy, it's quite hidden."

A boss thought he was the real boss, but was frightened half to death by a slap in the face. An assistant was obviously not short-sighted but wore a pair of glasses with no prescription, tsk tsk.

"What are you hiding? My glasses don't have a prescription, but I wear them for fashion. It's very popular now, and many people wear them like this." The man with glasses explained with a scared look.

How could Zeng Haifeng, as the chief of the intelligence department, be fooled by such a lie? He pressed the lens hard, and bang, the lens came off. He looked along the edge and saw that the edge of the lens was worn extremely thin.

"Oh, as a weapon? It doesn't matter if you don't say it, someone will. Pry Wu Liangcai's mouth open for me first!"

Zeng Haifeng didn't waste any time and immediately got up and prepared to torture Wu Liangcai.

However, the moment everyone turned around, the bespectacled man with his hands tied behind his back broke free from the rope, stood up suddenly, and put his left hand around Zeng Haifeng's neck!
(End of this chapter)