Red Moscow

Sokov and Bakanidze led the militia company into the town of Khimki and came to the duty point to find the police chief.

Seeing Sokov and an old man walking in, the police chief quickly stood up and saluted him: "Hello, Comrade General!"

Although Sokov was not wearing a military uniform, he still raised his hand and returned the salute. He first introduced Bakanidze beside him: "This is my father-in-law Bakanidze. He was ordered to lead the militia company of the instrument factory. I’m here to assist you in your mission.”

After hearing this, the police chief quickly turned around and saluted Bakanidze, and said politely: "Hello, Comrade Bakanidze!"

"I see that the exits to the town have been blocked. Presumably the suspicious person cannot leave the town for the time being." Sokov asked the police chief: "I wonder when you plan to start a manhunt across the town?"

"One more moment, Comrade General."

"What are you waiting for?" Sokov asked with some displeasure.

"I have reported this matter to the North District Bureau." Seeing that Sokov was unhappy, the police sergeant quickly explained to him: "The director of the Bureau will arrive soon with reinforcements to assist us in launching operations here. Manhunt."

Knowing that the Northern District Bureau would soon send people to Khimki Town to assist the police chief in searching for suspicious persons, Sokov's tone softened a lot: "When will they arrive?"

The police chief raised his hand to look at the time and replied, "If nothing else happens, they will arrive in a few minutes at most."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone on the table rang.

The Sheriff grabbed the phone: "I'm the Sheriff? What, the people from the branch have arrived, right at the southern entrance of the town? Okay, I understand, I'll rush there immediately."

After putting down the phone, the sergeant said to Sokov: "Comrade General, the people sent from the branch have arrived. Shall we go over to see them now?"

"Let's go." Sokov nodded in agreement: "Go and say hello to the person in charge of your branch."

When the three of them arrived at the southern entrance of the town, they found more than 20 police cars of various sizes parked here. A police officer wearing the rank of lieutenant colonel was walking back and forth in front of the police car.

The Sheriff quickly ran forward and saluted the other party.

After the two exchanged a few words, they walked towards Sokov.

"Hello, Comrade General." After the lieutenant colonel raised his hand to salute Sokov, he said respectfully: "The director of the Northern District Bureau Office is reporting to you that we are here for reinforcements. I follow your instructions. Please exit. Order it.”

After Sokov raised his hand to return the salute, he said to the director of the Bureau: "The director said, you should know that I am a soldier. When it comes to commanding troops to march and fight, this is my strength; but when it comes to arresting people in the city, Suspicious elements, that’s what you police officers are good at. I think today’s arrest operation is still your responsibility, and I will not interfere with your command.”

In fact, before coming here, the director of the bureau had a lot of headaches, so Sokov, a senior general in Khimki town, may be a good person in commanding the war, but when it comes to catching criminals, he is a complete amateur. . If the other party gives random instructions during the operation, today's operation may fail.

At this moment, when he heard that Sokov handed over the command of the search operation to himself, he felt much more at ease. After saluting Sokov, he called several subordinates in front of him and gave them a few instructions to start the search operation. It officially started.

Seeing groups of ten or twenty policemen and militiamen entering different buildings and starting searches, Sokov couldn't help but ask the director of the bureau: "Comrade director, will such a search be like finding a needle in a haystack?"

"No, Comrade General." The director of the bureau explained to Sokov: "According to my analysis, this suspicious captain must be from other places. Since he is from other places, he must stay here if he wants to stay here." We must either stay in a hotel or rent a house in the town. If there is no such person in the hotel, we will search the various buildings in the town to find out if there is such a person. A captain rents a house."

After listening to the bureau director's explanation, Sokov smiled and nodded, thinking that according to the other party's arrangement, the chance of catching the fake captain was still very high.

Bakanidze did not join the search with the militiamen, but stayed with Sokov. After listening to the bureau director's story, he asked worriedly: "If he secretly changed places, wouldn't he be able to find him?"

"Our search operation today involves a bit of gambling on luck." Sokov said: "It depends on whether we are lucky today."

While several people were talking, they saw the police chief walking over with a bald man. Sokov originally thought that the man was the captain he saw in the officer's store, but when the man got closer, he realized that he was just a stranger.

"Comrade Sheriff," before Sokov could say anything, the director of the bureau had already asked, "Who is this?"

"Comrade Director," the police chief replied, "this comrade may have some clues."

Knowing that the man might have some clues, the director of the bureau office immediately called the man in front of him and asked politely: "Comrade, tell me what you know."

"Comrade police officer," the man said, "the day before yesterday, after school, my son and some classmates went to play in the north of the town. They had a dispute with a child..."

"Wait a minute," the director of the bureau office heard this and interrupted the other party: "We are looking for a captain, but you told me that your son had an argument with a child a few days ago... "

"Comrade Director," but Sokov realized that what the man said was just foreshadowing, and quickly said to the director of the Bureau: "Let him continue, maybe there will be content we are eager to understand."

"Go on," the director of the bureau office said to the man.

The man nodded and continued: "At that time, the children had a quarrel first, and then they beat up the child. As you all know, it is normal for children to fight. I remember when I was a child, I had a fight with someone. I had fights with my peers when I was younger, and the teacher even called my parents because of this..."

Seeing that the man had taken the topic astray, Sokov quickly reminded him: "Tell me the important point, tell the important point. What happened after your son hit the other person?"

"After they beat the child, an officer suddenly rushed out from a nearby house. He was not wearing a military cap and was holding an open bottle of vodka in his hand." The man continued: "After he came over , they grabbed my son and his friends and made them stand against the wall. After they stood up, the child slapped their faces with the soles of his shoes. My lungs suddenly exploded with anger. You know, I am a father, and I can never watch my children being bullied. When I was a child, if any child dared to bully me, I would fight him to the death. I will go home and call my father..."

"Speak to the important points, speak to the important points." This time it was the director of the bureau office who reminded the man.

The man coughed, spit to the side, and continued: "I carried my child on my bicycle, so I went there to ask for an explanation from the captain. After meeting, he beat me viciously. , and even smashed my bicycle. Look, this is what he left for me," the man said, pointing to his forehead.

Sokov took a closer look and saw that there was indeed a bruise on the man's forehead. He should have been punched. Although the officer the man mentioned might be the person he saw, Sokov did not give the order hastily, but asked: "What is the rank of that officer? Lieutenant or colonel?"

The man thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "It should be a lieutenant, but I can't remember exactly whether it was a captain or a captain."

"After you were beaten, did you call the police?"

"No." The man answered simply. He pointed to his chest: "Not only is he an officer, but he also has two medals hanging here. Even if I called the police, I'm afraid the police chief wouldn't dare to offend that officer. I have no choice but to consider myself unlucky.”

Sokov waited for the man to finish speaking, then turned to look at the director of the bureau and asked: "Comrade director, what do you think?"

The director of the bureau office thought for a while and then replied: "Comrade General, I think that person may be the person we are looking for."

"I think so too." Sokov said: "How about we allocate some manpower to go there and check it out?"

"I think it's okay." The director of the bureau office said, calling a subordinate and asking him to take more than a dozen policemen, under the guidance of the man, to the north of the town to arrest the suspected officer.

Under the leadership of the man, everyone passed through the center of the town and came to the north of the town.

"It's right there." The man suddenly pointed to a two-story building in front of him and said, "The officer lives in that building. As for which floor it is on, I'm not sure." After saying this, After a pause, he pointed to the ground not far away and said, "This is where he smashed my bicycle. Look, there are still marks on the ground."

Sokov looked in the direction of the man's finger, and sure enough he found clear wheel marks and car body outlines on the mud, proving that the man's statement that the officer smashed his bicycle here was absolutely true.

"Come here," the director of the bureau office said to his subordinates: "Take someone to search the building. You must find the officer. Comrade General will identify him to see if he is the person he saw in the officer's store. "

When the police entered the building, Bakanidze wanted to follow, but Sokov stopped him: "Let the young people do these things, you should stay here." Sokov refused. The reason why he went was that he was worried that the officer would find out that his identity was exposed. If he jumped over the wall in a hurry and resisted, Bakanidze might be injured.

Since Sokov stopped himself from entering the building, Bakanidze didn't say anything. He just stared at the door tightly, wanting to see if the police officers who entered could catch anyone.

Ten minutes later, there was a noise at the door.

Then, Sokov saw several police officers pushing a captain's hands out of the unit door with his hands behind his back.

Sokov took a closer look and saw that the captain who was pushed out was the man he had seen in the officer's store. He turned to the director of the bureau office and said: "Comrade director, that's right, that's him. He is the officer I am working with in the officer's store." The guy you saw in the store."

The director of the bureau office nodded and walked up immediately.

The police officer leading the team saw the director of the bureau approaching and reported excitedly: "After we entered the door, we met an old lady and asked her if there was a captain living here. She gave us a positive answer. But she also mentioned that the captain did not show any valid documents when he rented a house from her. She rented the house to him because he was wearing a military uniform and had a medal on his chest. "

"Good job." The director of the bureau patted the police officer on the shoulder, and then asked the captain who was still struggling: "Captain, what's your name?"

"Sergey, Sergey Nikonenko."

"Which unit are you from?"

Hearing the question from the director of the bureau, the captain was silent. I don't know if he was disdainful to answer this question, or he didn't know how to answer this question at all.

Sokov also stepped forward and said to him: "Captain, we meet again."

The captain raised his head, looked Sokov up and down, and said in surprise: "It's you. We met in the officer's shop."

"You have a good memory. We did meet in the officer's shop." Sokov said coldly: "When the salesperson wanted to register your information, you said that you forgot your military ID at home. Now we are looking for you at your home. I wonder if you can show us your military ID so that we can know which unit you are from."

Seeing that the captain was silent, Sokov said to the director of the bureau office: "Comrade Director, let the police search his room carefully, first to find his military ID, and second to see if there is anything else."

"Other things?" The director of the bureau office asked in surprise: "Comrade General, do you mean the radio station?"

Sokov thought to himself that if this captain was really a pawn arranged by the Germans in Moscow, then he must have a legal identity and would not have to worry about being checked by the police or the Ministry of Internal Affairs. But judging from the current situation, he seems to be unable to produce even his military ID, so it is unlikely that he is a German spy.

"Maybe it's a radio, maybe something else." Sokov said vaguely: "You search the room where he lives carefully, maybe there will be unexpected surprises."

The director of the bureau nodded after hearing this, and said to the leading police officer: "Take two people and go back to the room where he was just caught. Search carefully to see if you can find anything valuable."

The police officer agreed, called two policemen, turned around and entered the unit door again, and searched the room where the fake captain was arrested.

"Captain, please tell me, do you live alone or with others?" Sokov asked.

The captain replied in a muffled voice: "I live alone."

"That's not right. As far as I know, there is at least one child among the people living with you." Sokov called the man who informed him and asked the fake captain: "Look who he is?"

The captain took a look at the man, then shook his head and said: "I don't know him, I've never seen him before."

"What, you said you've never seen me before?" The man jumped up when he heard the fake captain say that. He pointed to his forehead and said: "Look, the wound on my forehead was caused by you. And you not only beat me, but also smashed the bicycle I was riding."

Hearing what the man said, the fake captain suddenly looked enlightened: "It turned out to be you, why do you look so familiar."