"Staff Officer Lin, you have some rest first. I suddenly became interested today. I will be on the trial." Jiao Junmu put down the pen in his hand, walked to Lin Liguo, and took the knife that Lin Liguo had just stabbed the man's front collar.

Jiao Junmu put the knife in his hand and weighed it a few times, and he backed his hands like a storm!

Most of the knife was inserted into the belly of the man.

"Yes!" Amid the shrill cry, three figures reflected on the wall shook with the shaking torches.

Lin Liguo smiled hideously, licked his lips, walked to the back of the table and sat down.

An incredible light shot out from his bloodthirsty eyes.

Jiao Junmu's energy is extremely inconsistent with his bloated appearance.

Although he is fat, he looks coy and angry, he is comparable to a tiger or wolf.

Jiao Junmu snorted a few coldly, and extremely slowly pulled out the short knife bit by bit and shook it hard.

A few drops of blood slowly penetrated into the ground, leaving behind a few dark spots.

Jiao Junmu suddenly laughed loudly, raised the tip of the knife and raised the man's chin, and said gently: "Don't be nervous, just chat with me."

Afterwards, his attitude turned 180 degrees, pulled a stool, stepped on it with his right leg, and held a whip in his left hand, and made a slap on the ground from time to time, but his tone was very easy-going, chatting with the B-person as relaxed as an old friend.

Lin Liguo was ordered to record, and he was puzzled while writing. This is an interrogation? What is this a interrogation?

The gentle scene lasted for half an hour. Just when Lin Liguo had already yawned several times and was about to fall asleep, Jiao Junmu's expression suddenly changed. He kicked the stool down and wrapped the whip clockwise around Akata's neck, tying hard: "The labor and capital are limited in patience. I have been chatting with you for a long time. You should have recovered. Tell me, what are you doing?"

Aita's limbs were tied up, his eyes turned white, and he was struggling in his throat.

Lin Liguo stretched and looked at Jiao Junmu with a smile. The tiger finally became powerful.

"Report." A report came from outside the door.

"Come in." Jiao Junmu replied hatefully.

Something that is not eye-catching.

One of the three gunmen, the man named Cheng and Zhilin, walked in, and Jiao Junmu muttered a few words in his ears.

Jiao Junmu asked back in disbelief: "Really?"

"Yes." Cheng Zhilin answered confidently.

Jiao Junmu was obviously slow, threw down his whip, poked Akanojiro's forehead: "You are lucky." Otherwise, labor and capital will let you be loyal to your emperor today!"

He said to Lin Liguo again: "There is action, so that's all today."

After saying this, Jiao Junmu walked to the table and picked up the interrogation record and looked at it from beginning to end.

He just deliberately changed it to Lin Liguo Record, and then in his conversation with Jiro Akadano, he cleverly interspersed in the words "There is a spy next to No. 1, and the room he checked in is surrounded."

Although the smooth and smooth relationship is different, for a sophisticated agent like him, he found it from the interrogation records.

These words are easy to deal with.

He realized based on his impression that these words were exactly the same as the words on the small note he had found in the cigarette roll in Linliguo's pocket.

There is no doubt that the note was written by Lin Liguo himself.

In fact, this note was written by Hawthorne imitated Lin Liguo's notes at that time. Everything he did was to help Jiao Junmou determine at the last moment that Lin Liguo was told by the vulture, the Communist Party lurking person hiding beside him.

After reading the transcript, Jiao Junmu threw it on the table with a bang, but he didn't even look at Lin Liguo. He gritted his teeth and walked out.

"What's wrong with you?" Lin Liguo couldn't stand Jiao Junmu's hot and coldness.

It's always bad luck to show off your face for no reason!

He called the soldiers outside, pointed at Aotano Jiro and ordered: "Take them away."

Jiao Junmu walked out of the interrogation room, stood in a place where no one was around, and whispered to Cheng Zhilin: "Let's go back and set it up, so that he feels like he's hiding us."

The loophole ran away, followed him and saw where he was going? What did he do? Who are his accomplices?"

“Yes.”    //

The next day, just dawned, Jiro Akada was awakened by a sound of speaking.

Cheng Zhilin led a few soldiers into the prison.

"113,195,261, come out." Cheng Zhilin pointed out the codes of three prisoners, including Aidano Jiro's 195

"Sir, where are you taking me?" The man with the number 113 looked like a teacher with his eyes.

"So much nonsense? Take a look around you. Even if it is not good, remember what it looks like here. You won't have the chance to see it in the future." Cheng Zhilin's meaning is very obvious. You can take a few glances before you die.

"Hmph, the sky is vast and unobstructed. You will be finished when you are late! What I will see will be a brand new world of equality for myself." The teacher said contemptuously.

Jiro Aitano immediately understood the true identity of the teacher. He had caught such a person, with a strong will and a strong spirit. Giving up the country and having different beliefs, he admired the most.

"Then let's go and see what you call a brand new, free and equal world." Cheng Zhilin said sarcastically.

The teacher walked in front, Aida walked in the middle, followed by a ragged old man, silent.

The three of them walked out of the cell door and immediately couldn't open their eyes because of the sun.

Especially the old man, who had been imprisoned in a cell for five or six years, had never seen the sun, had not blown the wind, and had not breathed fresh air.

He raised his head, basking in the warm morning sunshine, and his haggard and old cheeks were covered with tears.

"Let's go, stop being slow." Cheng Zhilin glanced at the old man.

I heard that this old man was arrested because his neighbor was implicated by the Communist Party and was imprisoned for several years. Although there is evidence that he is not a Communist Party and is just a warehouse porter, no one has cared for him and has been locked up until now.

His plan lacks a foil, and this old man is the most suitable.

When he reported the old man's name, the prison guard was overjoyed and finally someone took him away.

The old man felt like a mirror in his heart. He knew that his deadline had come. He used all his strength and shouted desperately in his throat, venting his resentment and pitifulness for the rest of his life.

Then, he was the first to climb onto the truck.

The teacher and Aotano Jiro got on the car one after another, and were taken to the outskirts by truck by four gunmen.

Aitano Jiro looked to the side, and through the low railings on the side of the truck, he could clearly see the terrain on the roadside.

There is a river in front of the left. The river surface is spacious and the return flows rapidly. The water depth is visually measured to be no less than five or six meters.

Aita stared at the roadside nervously.

The truck crossed the cornfield by the river and drove to the surface of the river.

Aita suddenly realized that the bridge deck was not wide. Because of his disrepair, almost all the bridge railings on this side that he could see were broken, and there were even no bridge rails in many places.

His eyes lit up, he calculated nervously, and took sudden action not far from the other side of the river.

He jumped up suddenly and knocked away. The soldier who was guarding with a gun climbed onto the car railing and kicked out hard.

The road surface was not wide and the unblocked guardrail, Akatano Jiro drew a curved body and fell into the river.

"Stop, stop, stop!" the soldier in the car shouted wildly.

The truck braked urgently, and several soldiers jumped out of the car and shot continuously at the river.

Cheng Zhilin got out of the car and walked to the bridge, stared at the river, and sneered.

He waited patiently for a while, and when the soldiers' guns were almost shot, he finally waved his hand: "Let's go, you can drown him even if you drown."

This route was carefully selected by him, and everyone who could track Aita escaped was sent.

Even when Aita really couldn't escape by himself, Cheng Zhilin also designed a car accident to help Aita escape.

Now that he ran away by himself, the scene is more realistic. Just wait for rewarding Akata to go wherever he ran and who he meets with.

The truck continued to drive forward, drove down the bridge and stopped on the side of the road.

Cheng Zhilin watched his subordinates shoot the teacher and the old man, and returned the same way and made a report to Jiao Junmu.

A day later, Zhang Xuchu, with panda eyes open, received a telegram while on duty, saying: "Meet at Nanlin Bridgetou at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning, hold oil that will not be lit in your hand, vulture."

Zhang Xuchu saw the telegram signed by the vulture for the first time. The occurrence of this situation generally means that his mission will be completely completed, from lurking to an open identity.

It seems that the pursuit mission of Eagle 1 is about to end, and he can return to the secret service office.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xuchu whistled happily.

As for what is oil that won't ignite?

He didn't think about it at all.

Only fools think about it.

If you love it or not, your task is to receive reports and keep in mind the rest, it is purely full.

Jiao Junmu stood by the window, his anxious eyes waiting for something.

He is waiting for Cheng Zhilin.

Cheng Zhilin has been out for more than an hour, and I don’t know how the mission of Aotano Jiro escaped was completed?

He had an intuition that the purpose of this small group of Japanese devils infiltrated into the southern part of Henan is not simple, and there must be some big secret behind it.

He might be able to make great achievements this time by pulling out the radish.

"Report to Chief Jiao, telegram." Zhang Xuchu walked into the open office, walked directly to him, and handed the telegram with both hands.
To be continued...