Cicada Moving

Chapter 415 The Last Person

But just when the atmosphere became relaxed, the old boatman suddenly interjected: "Sir, this guest just threw a ball of something into the water. It looks like an iron block and it sank very fast."

What?

The middle-aged man looked at each other in disbelief. He was willing to spend one yuan a pound to buy those broken shrimps. You, an old guy, even betrayed me. Aren't you afraid that you will get nothing with a bamboo basket?

 What are you planning on?

Everyone present shut their mouths. The police officers raised their guns nervously and discarded their items before being inspected. There must be something wrong with the person in front of them, but they just didn’t know if they were the target.

If so, they would be in luck today. Although the Secret Service did not say who they would arrest, any fool knows that the other party is investigating a major case, and a major case means promotion and wealth.

  For the first time, without orders, the police officers consciously looked for bunkers and loaded ammunition. The so-called wealth can be gained through risk. As long as you don't have to stay in this broken boat and stare at the lake in a daze, the risk is worth taking.

The middle-aged man's scalp suddenly went numb. It was really a boat capsized in the gutter. He shouldn't have been smart enough to evacuate from Xuanwu Lake. He could have at least had a chance to escape by leaving the city through the land checkpoint. Now it was over.

Who knows that the Chinese tunic suit didn't seem to hear what the old man said, and waved his hand: "Go and verify his identity first. No matter what it is, it will be difficult to find it again if it is thrown into the water, right, Mr. Xia."

 “Yes, I never”

The middle-aged man who called himself Feng Chaoyuan was a little confused. When he heard that the other party did not pursue the matter for the time being, he gave a random answer in surprise, but after only uttering four words, he secretly said that he had been fooled.

By the time he came to his senses, seven or eight long guns and short guns on the cruise ship were loaded, and there was even a machine gun sticking out of the cockpit. The middle-aged man's tight body suddenly relaxed, and he knew there was no chance.

"Let's get acquainted again. I'm Zuo Zhong, Xia Yanhui, from the Intelligence Department. You, a section chief, are not in the agency, but you took a boat out of the city under an alias. It seems we need to have a good chat. Take us away."

The Chinese tunic suit was naturally heavy on the left side. Guessing that the opponent might evacuate through Xuanwu Lake, he arrived here through the central gate and followed the police patrol boat to check several ships in the north of the lake.

Having just checked three boats, he saw this small boat. He only took one look at the passengers on the boat and knew that he was at the right place. The other person was Xia Yanhui, one of the 43 people, a section chief of the Central Party Department.

This person is the same as Ren Yan. He usually stays in the office at noon and does not go back. The only difference is that he did not ask for leave from his boss. He is also a section chief and no one will care if he skips work occasionally.

After hearing the order, the little spies got off the patrol boat. They controlled the helpless Xia Yanhui and put on handcuffs and shackles. It was not because there were not enough people, but because they were afraid that the boat could not carry too many people.

Xia Yanhui didn't know what he was thinking. He neither resisted nor committed suicide. He just stood there stupidly. Maybe he was afraid that the secret agents would shoot him directly. Ants could steal, let alone people.

“Section Chief, there is nothing wrong with the mouth or body. There is a lock picking tool under the skin on the inside of the wrist. It is the same model as the one found before. It cannot be taken out at the scene and must be returned to the office.” The Secret Service reported.

“It’s okay, tie him up behind his back, and you will be escorted later. You must not leave your sight for even a second. If you do well, you will be rewarded. If you do not do well, go to Deputy Chief Gu to receive your punishment.”

Zuo Zhong looked at the ashen-faced Japanese spy suspect, and issued a death order to his opponents. After several months since the puppet Manchukuo spy case began, they finally wiped out all the relevant Japanese spy groups.

This summer has been a bit tiring. He and everyone have been in a state of exhaustion. Now it's better. As long as Xia Yanhui's identity as a spy is confirmed, the case can be officially closed.

As for whether Xia Yanhui will speak, this question is not important. He has been lurking in the Central Party Committee for many years and must have stolen a lot of information. A hasty evacuation will definitely leave some clues.

Just check it, it's not difficult.

Zuo Zhong glanced at the lake. The thing the other party just threw away was probably evidence. He turned to the accompanying young agent and said, "Go down and look around and see if you can touch anything."

Having said that, he actually didn’t hold out much hope. There were no strong winds or waves in Xuanwu Lake, but the accumulation layer at the bottom of the lake was very thick. The lake water would become muddy if it was slightly disturbed, making it difficult for divers to see clearly.

At this time, the old boatman spoke again and said in a flattering tone: "Sir, the old man is very familiar with the bottom of this lake. I promise to fish out the things thrown away by this guest. I only want one thing from you."

I told him before that he bought all these shrimps and whitebait when he landed. Can you be kind and let him settle the bill with me first, otherwise today's work will be in vain. "

Zuo Zhong nodded when he heard this. It would be good to have an old boatman to help with the salvage. Besides, only Xia Yanhui and the other party know the specific location where it entered the water. Fish it out and go back early to avoid wasting time.

He smiled and asked casually: "How much does your shrimp whitebait cost per pound? I also want to buy some to try. People say that Jinling's shrimp soup is the freshest. I have never tasted it after coming to Jinling for so long."

 “It’s good and not expensive.”

The old boatman bared his teeth and said: "One yuan can buy ten kilograms. I don't have any groceries left. If you want to eat, sir, the old man can give you a few kilograms. I fished them all myself, without any money." He twisted his arms, his nose almost twisted with anger when he heard these words, his eyes were red and he shouted: "Old man, that's not what you said just now, one yuan per catty!"

 The breakdown of an adult occurs in an instant.

He looked at the old boatman and complained angrily to Zuo Zhong and others: "We agreed to spend one yuan to cross the river, but this man took a long time to row to Wuzhou. I added one yuan to increase the speed, and he forced me to sell shrimps.

 If it weren’t for him, I would have gone ashore long ago. Don’t try to find me. It’s fate. I am willing to cooperate with you. As long as this old guy is arrested, he is cheating and blackmailing. "

Xia Yanhui was obviously mad at the old boatman's tricks. He would rather cooperate with the Secret Service than drag the other party into trouble. This is good news. A spy who is willing to cooperate is very valuable.

But Zuo Zhong shook his head regretfully: "I'm sorry, Chief Xia, our Secret Service doesn't care about security cases. How about you ask the police chief, maybe he is willing to help you catch this boatman."

 He ​​said this not to favor the old man, but no matter what the circumstances, intelligence personnel cannot be led by the other party's nose. If they want to cooperate, there is no problem. The conditions and requirements must be put forward by them.

Xia Yanhui was so angry that he turned to look at the Sheriff. The Sheriff immediately turned his head to the sky and looked at the clouds. He had the heart of a bear and dared to interfere with something that the Secret Service did not want to deal with.

“Ah, I’m so angry. You shameless Chinese, the Japanese Empire will definitely kill you all.”

“Hehe, I knew you were not a good guy. A normal person can only cross the river for three cents. You gave me one yuan and you were willing to buy shrimps for one yuan per catty. You are either a thief or a robber.

I really don’t think the old man saw the look on your face that you wanted to kill someone. Let me tell you, the old man has crossed more bridges than you have walked. He originally wanted to throw you into the lake and call for help. Bah, you are lucky. "

At some point, the old boatman took off all his clothes, took a few puffs from his pipe, and after saying that, he sneered and jumped into the lake. Zuo Zhong was stunned for a moment. The masters are among the people.

Xia Yanhui's face turned green and red. This old guy was too cunning. He was still thinking about **** the other party painfully. As a result, he was almost thrown into the lake to feed the fish. It was so embarrassing.

After such a blow, he regained his composure, took a deep breath and closed his eyes, letting the agents tie him up, looking like he was breaking a jar. He didn't know if he was angry.

After two or three minutes, the old boatman had not come up yet. Only bubbles appeared from the side of the boat from time to time. It was not until Zuo Zhong began to worry about whether the other party had drowned that the old man resurfaced.

He held up a black object in his hand and shouted: "Sir, I found it. You can't break your promise. There is a lot of money in his wallet. The old man only wants ten yuan, and the rest belongs to the chief."

This old guy was afraid that the spies would cross the river and demolish the bridge, so he deliberately hid in the lake and refused to come out. He had to wait for a positive answer, otherwise his hand might slip and the evidence would fall into the water again. It was really slippery.

"The things on his body are all physical evidence and I can't give them to you." Zuo Zhong shook his head and added before the other party's hand slipped: "But I can give you my money. Take it and give us the things."

After speaking, Zuo Zhong took out a ten-yuan bill, rolled it up into a ball and threw it into the lake. Zuo Zhong knew that the other party was not looking for rabbits and was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he just talked with money, just ten yuan.

Besides, this money can be reimbursed when he goes back, and the name will be used for informant fees. He is not evil-hearted, so he can just quote three hundred yuan. If the party's wool is not plucked, it will be enough for him to go to Dehe Tower.

The old boatman didn't mind being dirty, so he put the banknotes in his mouth and bit them. A few thumpers swam to the side of the patrol boat, handed what they had in their hands to the sergeant-looking sergeant, and then returned to the boat.

Zuo Zhong recognized it at a glance. This dark thing was a Browning M1910, the standard equipment of Japanese spies. This may be because this gun was in large quantities in the Republic of China and it was easy to replenish ammunition.

He took the gun and took out his handkerchief to wipe the mud off the gun. It was a standard black gun without a serial number or steel seal. It should be a weapon directly flowing out of the black market. Cash transactions cannot be traced.

While the surrounding police officers were stunned, he casually turned the gun into parts, picked up the most important barrel and looked at the sun. The rifling was basically unworn and there were no obvious signs of use.

This gun has not been shot many times. It is most likely a self-defense pistol. The nature of Xia Yanhui's mission is similar to that of others in Nandou. They mainly focus on lurking to obtain intelligence and do not participate in operations.

After Zuo Zhong thought about it, he reassembled the gun. He stretched out his right hand towards the cockpit and drew a circle. The cruise ship made a rumbling acceleration sound, leaving the red sunset behind.

  The calm lake surface set off layers of waves that wandered into the distance, but eventually slowly disappeared. It was like the work of the Secret Service. No one knew what they had done.

 Work hard in the darkness and serve the light.

 (End of this chapter)