District 9

District 7, Military Supervision Bureau of the First War Zone.

"Sir Yan, the Special Military Intelligence Office sent the information." An officer took the information and placed it on the desk of the branch director.

"So few?" The branch director reached out and picked up the thin information paper, lowered his head and began to browse.

The officer waited aside and said nothing.

After looking at the score of sixty or seven, the branch director frowned and said: "Zhou Zheng, a Chinese from the European Union, president of Miller Entertainment, was founded in the fifth year after the year of Era... There is nothing special about this information, it's just a person The skin of an ordinary businessman.”

"Yes." The officer nodded.

"It's a bit strange that an ordinary businessman was kidnapped, but no information was revealed at all." The branch director slowly put down the information: "There should be something underneath his skin. What did the Military Intelligence Department say?"

"They are looking into more in-depth information."

"Inform the northwest side to interrogate him." The branch director put down the information, picked up the water glass and ordered: "Pry open his mouth as soon as possible!"

"Yes, I'll arrange it right away," the officer said after saluting.

…

In the evening, in a living village in the planned area of ​​Zangyuan.

Lao Zhou was sitting in a dimly lit house, with his hands and feet shackled, his head lowered and silent.

At the table next to the door, a middle-aged man looked down at the information and said with a smile: "Zhou Zheng, president of Mile Entertainment Company, haha, the big boss!"

Lao Zhou was shocked when he heard this, and slowly raised his head to look at the other party. Although the expression on his face did not change, his heart was pounding. Will his identity be revealed in less than one day?

The middle-aged man put down the information and stepped forward: "What are you doing in the fifth district?"

"I'm a businessman. Of course I'm here to do business." Lao Zhou replied calmly.

"How many days have you been tied up?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile.

Lao Zhou frowned and didn't reply.

"A boss like you has been kidnapped. How come there seems to be no movement from the company's subordinates and partners?" The middle-aged man put his hands behind his back and said softly: "There is no information about you in the news. This is strange."

"Isn't this strange?" Lao Zhou looked up at him and replied, "Not disclosing my information to the public is to prevent the kidnappers from jumping over the wall and putting forward more stringent conditions."

"Haha." The middle-aged man smiled and did not refute.

"Who are you?! Do you want money?" Lao Zhou asked.

The middle-aged man pulled up a chair and sat down, tilting his neck and looking at Lao Zhou: "Don't you know who I am?"

"I am not sure!"

"I'm the same person as you." The middle-aged man pointed at Lao Zhou, his face suddenly turned serious: "When you get to this place, I advise you to give up the idea of ​​​​lucky. First, you can't run out from here, and secondly , It doesn’t matter if you don’t say it now, because we have enough time to communicate. In ten, twenty, or even fifty years, there will be people like me accompanying you!”

Beads of sweat broke out on Lao Zhou's forehead, but he didn't refute.

"If you cannot provide us with any useful information, confession, or help, you will be detained indefinitely, and the place where you are detained is not an ordinary prison." The middle-aged man took out his cigarette case and asked briefly: " Have you heard of the iron cage in District 7?"

When Lao Zhou heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Do you smoke?" the middle-aged man asked, taking a cigarette.

"Pump, pump!" Lao Zhou nodded slowly.

The middle-aged man reached out and put the cigarette in Lao Zhou's mouth to light it for him, and continued: "You are a smart man. We can determine your identity within a day. It is only a matter of time before we peel off the thing under your skin. , what do you think?"

People who engage in information and intelligence activities are different from ordinary prisoners, because a fool cannot do this job, and everyone has a strong will. If you put pressure on him superficially, he may not give in. If you want him to speak, you have to make him collapse first, so the middle-aged man doesn't use extreme interrogation methods and talks to him just like chatting.

Lao Zhou took a deep breath from his cigarette and looked at the middle-aged man who still didn't take the initiative to open his mouth to speak.

"Are you Chinese?"

"Yeah." Lao Zhou nodded.

"At your age, you should have lived in your hometown for a long time. Haha, why don't you have any feelings at all?" The middle-aged man asked with a smile: "Have you been corrupted by the capital market?"

Lao Zhou reached out and took away the cigarette from his mouth, lowered his head and said, "The person who kidnapped me is from the military intelligence, right?"

"No, we bumped into each other. The person who kidnapped you has some relationship with us. You can understand that he sold you to us." The middle-aged man replied falsely.

When Lao Yiyi heard this, he couldn't help but cursed: "Damn it, my gold bars are like feeding the dogs."

The middle-aged man smiled: "It's a good thing he handed you over, otherwise your life would have been lost."

Lao Zhou was silent.

"Will it last?" the middle-aged man asked, crossing his legs.

Lao Zhou stretched out his chubby palm and wiped his cheek: "I told you, there's no chance."

"That's not necessarily true. You can work for us." The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head: "You are obviously valuable because you are wearing such a big skin."

"Do you want me to be used as bait?" Lao Zhou asked.

"It depends on which line you are walking." The middle-aged man replied with his legs crossed: "If it is important, it doesn't matter if I let you be used as bait."

"I want to think about it." Lao Zhou took a deep breath of cigarette and replied.

The middle-aged man stood up slowly, walked to the window, and stretched out his hand to open the curtains.

Lao Zhou looked up and saw the middle-aged man pointing at a helicopter outside the window and saying, "There is something from above. If you want to be quiet, I will send you to the iron cage tonight and let someone else communicate with you."

Lao Zhou clenched his fists, and the sweat on his forehead became heavier. He knew where the place was, and there was almost no possibility of getting out after going in, and the conversation style there was not so relaxed.

"How is it? Can we communicate?" the middle-aged man asked.

After being silent for a long time, Lao Zhou suddenly opened his mouth: "The person in charge of military intelligence collection in EU Region 2 and Region 5 has died. I was sent here temporarily to take over his work."

The middle-aged man turned around slowly and asked with a smile: "Are you the person in charge?"

"Yes." Lao Zhou nodded.

"Then what's your relationship with Kim Tae-soo?" the middle-aged man asked again.

"I have nothing to do with him." Lao Zhou replied softly: "He has many connections in the fifth district. The person who helped me settle here wanted me to get in touch with him and use his energy to help me establish a reasonable relationship in the fifth district. identity of!"

The middle-aged man was a little shocked: "You didn't know him before? Have you two met?"

"I haven't met." Lao Zhou frowned and cursed: "I went to his company one day just to meet and talk about things, but...but I was kidnapped by his mother's gang of gangsters under strange circumstances!"

"Where's the person who helped you get settled?"

"He's dead. Won't he be beaten to death in the company on the day he kidnapped me?" Lao Zhou replied.

"That is to say, no one in the fifth district knows your true identity? Is that why no one leaks the information?" the middle-aged man asked with bright eyes.

Lao Zhou paused for two seconds: "Yes, no one knows my identity except the EU."

"Nice!" the middle-aged man whispered a little excitedly.

…

The other end.

Lin Chengdong said to Xiaoliang: "Let's go back tomorrow!"