Cicada Moving

Wu Chunyang walked up to his men, looked at the gangster up and down, frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

“Reporting to the director, we were investigating the suspect near the dock and heard this guy bragging to someone that he stole someone last night and he had a gun in his hand.” The little agent pushed the gangster to the ground and replied respectfully.

 Gun?

Wu Chunyang became energetic and asked people to bring the gangster into the house to prepare for careful interrogation. They might be able to get some clues from this person.

Gu Qi and Song Minghao also heard the sound and came over. They looked at the thief curled up on the ground and communicated in low voices.

Zuo Zhong was still sitting on the chair without moving. He only had three hands. He, the deputy director, did not need to interrogate him personally.

"stand up!"

Wu Chunyang shouted sharply, and the gangster seemed to be compressed and released from a spring. He stood up in a sudden manner, and his posture of standing at attention was quite standard.

Everyone who hangs out on the lake is a fool. When the chief officer speaks, the gangster who just kept shouting about injustice immediately shut his mouth. He is very well-behaved and does whatever he is told.

Wu Chunyang walked around the other person twice, his cold eyes swept across his face, and when the gangster's legs became weak, he spoke lightly.

“We are the military commander, and petty theft matters are not my responsibility, and I don’t want to know, but I am very interested in the person you met last night.

Tell me, what is your name, and what is the situation of that person? If you agree, you will be rewarded. If you fail to agree, just pick a geomantic treasure by yourself. "

The gangster trembled. Everyone in the mountain city didn't know the evil reputation of military commanders. Legend has it that the spies in it were all ruthless. Thinking of the prisoners who were shot beside him, his knees softened and he knelt down again and answered honestly.

“Let me tell you, sirs, my name is Mo Geer. I am favored by all the gentlemen and am living at the dock. I came across an idea last night. I am wearing a soft satin short coat and I look like a fat sheep.

The younger one pretended to touch him and wanted to touch his waist. Unexpectedly, this guy was very alert. He pinched my wrist and took out a gun from the hem of his clothes with his other hand.

Fortunately, the brothers nearby saw him and came to help me, otherwise I would have suffered. I think he must be a black stick. This kind of person is committed to murder and arson, and he does not dare to offend easily. "

The gangster who calls himself Mo Geer is full of dirty talk. The so-called idea refers to the target, touching the waist means pickpocketing the pocket on the lower side of the coat, holding up means helping, and Wu Bang refers to Pao Ge who makes a living as a robber.

After hearing this, Wu Chunyang raised his eyebrows and stared: "Be honest, who are you talking to? Don't talk slanderously. What kind of gun does the other party have? Do you recognize it? Is this the case?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the Browning 1911 in the hand of the little agent next to him. The enemy used this powerful pistol made in the United States in the safe house.

“Yes, yes, it’s this kind of gun, with foreign marks all over the gun.”

Brother Mo quickly nodded and said with a hint of pride, "I have a very good memory as a kid. I can remember anything I've seen it once. I'm sure it's right."

Wu Chunyang looked at Zuo Zhong and Gu Qi, and seeing that they didn't say anything, he turned around and continued to ask.

“Then, don’t talk nonsense. What did the other party say or do when they saw you and your accomplice? Have you seen him at the dock or nearby before?

Also, are you just so happy to let him go? Don’t think I don’t know. You also have guys in your hands. Steal when you can and rob when you can’t. Am I right? "

　　　Mo Geer laughed twice and said, "Stealing and robbery do not separate families. According to the rules of Zanghu, this kind of thing cannot be used as food. As long as it is beneficial, they can be either thieves or robbers."

Hearing what the military commander said so clearly, Mo Geer no longer concealed anything, and told the truth about what happened last night, explaining why he didn't take action.

“Sir, sir, we brothers are just making a living, and we only have a few guns. The opponent has a real gun in his hand. As soon as the trigger is pulled, my life will be dead.

I talked to the guy, no, I talked to the guy. The guy didn’t say a word, he just looked at me with a fierce look in his eyes. He was not easy to mess with, so..."

Brother Mo didn't finish what he said, but his meaning was very clear. They thought they couldn't fight each other, so they gave in decisively. After he finished speaking, he saw Wu Chunyang's unkind expression, and he quickly added.

"But I can see that guy's face clearly. Sir, give us a few days, and I will dig him out."

Haunting the weak and fearing the strong, seeking only profit, standard gangster thinking, when he saw an opportunity to please the military commander, he even forgot his own identity.

Wu Chunyang naturally did not need the help of a few thieves. He asked Brother Mo to be taken down to make a mock portrait, and then he walked up to Zuo Zhong and whispered.

“Deputy Officer, the enemy is very cautious. Except for a few people who have exposed their appearance, the opponent has left almost no clues. Three days have passed in a blink of an eye.

Beizhi believes that the person Mo Geer saw can be publicly offered a reward together with the three suspects who showed their faces that Lao Song found in the restaurant.

There is no point in keeping secrets now. No matter whether there is an insider or not, such a big operation cannot be hidden from the enemy. Instead of doing this, it is better to take the initiative.

This may be able to disrupt the enemy's pace and force them to take action. Once these rats come out of their nests, we will be able to take advantage of them. "

Zuo Zhong silently considered Wu Chunyang's suggestion. It was indeed a good choice to disclose part of the case in exchange for speeding up the investigation.

There are millions of people in the mountain city, which is equivalent to millions of human cameras. Unless those four people never go out, they will be dug out sooner or later.

The most taboo thing about doing things is indecisiveness. Since we can't keep it secret, we should make a big show to scare the enemy. Zuo Zhong stood up and announced an order.

"Print the portraits and post them everywhere, and then notify Bai Wenzhi and Ge Laohui, telling them that whoever can find these four people will be rewarded with 100,000 yen!" "Yes."

Wu Chunyang puffed up his chest and immediately went to arrange the reward, feeling more confident about finding the enemy.

One hundred thousand yen is not a small amount, and there are many people who are willing to sacrifice their lives for this money. Let alone looking for someone, even killing someone will do.

After dark, hundreds of urgently printed mock portraits were posted all over the city, and various specious gossip spread.

Under the temptation of getting rich overnight, even if it rained heavily, the whole mountain city was still boiling. People, robe brothers, police officers, and refugees entered the situation one after another, and countless pairs of eyes observed in the darkness.

In a residential area near Ganbian in Beicheng, a man in a suit walked into an alley holding an umbrella. After taking two steps, he was stopped by several men with sinister faces. One of them raised his ax and shouted.

 “Stop!”

Screams and thunder sounded almost at the same time. The man was startled, and carefully observed his surroundings through the lightning above his head.

Seeing that there was no one else, the man breathed a sigh of relief, then showed a panicked expression, grabbed the briefcase in front of him with his left hand and stammered.

“You guys, I’m just a poor teacher with no money. If you don’t believe me, look at it.”

 “Bring it to you~”

The axe-wielding brother grabbed the briefcase and flipped through it. Sure enough, there was not a penny in it, only some office supplies.

Cursing secretly, Brother Pao threw the bag back, but the matter was not over yet. He took out another portrait, put it next to the man's face and compared it for a moment, and finally asked coldly.

 “Have you seen these four people?”

The man looked at the familiar faces in the portrait, his pupils shrank slightly and returned to normal in an instant, and he shook his head with a confused expression.

Brother Pao didn't find any flaws. He took back the portrait in disappointment and threatened the man with a vicious word.

"Go away. If you see the person in the portrait, go to the opium den at the entrance of the alley to report the news immediately. I have called Qianlong, and it will be of benefit to you then."

"Yes, yes, I understand. I will definitely do it."

The man nodded as if he were talking, and watched as a few robe brothers swaggered away. An inexplicable look flashed in his eyes. He walked faster and walked outside a courtyard, opened the door and walked in.

A few minutes later, a few heads slowly protruded from the far corner. They were the brothers who had just left. One of them looked at Guo Jinlong in confusion.

“Long Tou, this guy is a poor teacher. Why are we staring at him?”

He looked at the small courtyard with his eyes and patted the questioner on the head: "You son of a bitch, you asked so many questions. This turtle's son's bag is worth several oceans. Poor teacher, bah!"

Hurry and report to Weiwu Yaozi (Police Station). Remember, if the other party asks, you can tell me that you are a person who has been in Changlong and took the reward from the military commander. I will handle it for you to the end. Go quickly. "

The listener looked happy and ran away quickly. He rolled his eyes and spread his men to a nearby intersection to keep an eye on the rich man.

 Little people have their own way of survival and their unique survival wisdom, which should not be underestimated.

In the small courtyard, a man and a woman with an ordinary face were talking quietly in the bedroom. While talking, they kept looking outside through the window.

“Baga, the people of the Republic of China have figured out the appearance of the four action team members. Where are they, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel?

If the action team is found by the Republic of China people, we will also be in danger. Miss Yamaguchi, do you need me to give a warning? "

The woman didn't look at him. She focused on the two books in front of her. She held a pen in her right hand and scribbled on a pile of white paper while sneering.

“Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Handa, but it’s not necessary. I want to know if the agents of the Cabinet Intelligence Department are as timid as you. If you have time to report the message, why not hurry up and find the code book?”

The man named Handa turned red with anger and roared in his heart, Damn Army Red Deer, if you were in the mainland, I would definitely make you regret saying such rude words.

Seeing that he couldn't communicate, he simply sat next to the woman, took out the white paper he just bought from his briefcase and started working, not wanting the woman to speak again.

“Mr. Handa, you didn’t buy the paper at the same store, right? Our opponent is the military commander, and those guys’ noses are sharper than hounds.”

 The woman had a serious expression, and for the first time she looked away from the book, staring at Handa intently.

 Handa felt a little guilty. In order to avoid trouble, he did not buy the paper separately, but he could not lose face, so he pretended to be calm.

"Of course...of course, I am an experienced intelligence officer. I don't need you to remind me, Miss Yamaguchi. We will be safe hiding here."