Because the military aircraft battalion has little regard for the general public security of the city and is in charge of investigating foreign espionage activities, the location of its office is very different from other government departments.
For example, police stations are generally located in areas with a large flow of people, and the city government is also a gathering place for people. But military aircraft camps are different. Their offices are far away from the city center and are in remote locations. If you don't pay attention, ordinary people will not know about it.
This is a law enforcement agency.
In fact, not many citizens have heard of the military aircraft camp, but they have heard of the National Security Bureau and have admired it for a long time. This is also related to the intensity of publicity.
Several cars parked in front of a gloomy-looking building. There was a relatively wide and tall iron fence at the door. When the cars drove over, the door opened with a creak.
Lin Ze and Ruth sat in the back seat with their eyes closed and concentrating, seemingly not nervous at all about where they were.
Lin Ze has this mentality because he has a clear definition and understanding of the military aircraft battalion - a downgraded version of the Counterintelligence Investigation Bureau.
Even Guoan BOSS Lin Ze was openly humiliated and ridiculed, let alone a military aircraft battalion?
The car finally stopped, and Fan Wei got out of the car and drove Lin Ze and the others out. Before the two of them took a second look at the building in front of them, Fan Wei said coldly: "Let's go in!"
Lin Ze smiled and said: "What are you doing in such a hurry? I won't run away."
Fan Wei frowned and sent the two of them into the building without comment.
Frankly speaking, Lin Ze's calmness made him a little confused. You know, coming here is more serious than going to the police station. If you fight or steal something, you will be caught in the police station. But if you want to be fished out by people from the military aircraft camp, don't worry.
It is said to be espionage. If it is a little more serious, it can be classified as an international crime. If the evidence is actually found, you will have to stay in jail for the rest of your life.
The corridor was cold and quiet. The leather hit the cold floor, making a heavy thumping sound. If you were mentally weak, you might be frightened.
Along the way, Ruth discovered that there were armed guards on both sides of this deep corridor. Judging from their clothes, they should belong to the direct line of the military.
Ruth is a super female agent who has a detailed understanding of the police systems of various countries. But she is at a loss about this military aircraft battalion. What kind of organization is this?
He shook his head helplessly and didn't ask much.
"You come into this room." Fan Wei directed Lin Zedao.
"Where is she?" Lin Ze asked back.
"She's at the very back." Fan Wei said coldly. "I'm warning you once, stop talking nonsense!"
"I think it's better if you lock us together for interrogation." Lin Ze said with a smile.
"Is this so that you can make confessions together?" Fan Wei said displeased. "Will you get in or not?"
"Be careful." Lin Ze reminded Ruth in pure English. "Don't let them trick you."
Ruth nodded slightly.
who is she?
MI6 super female agent.
What kind of conspiracy and conspiracy have you never seen before using torture to extract a confession? She doesn't want to say it, even if you serve her like a whip dripping wax and a tiger's stool - you will never be able to pry her little mouth open.
Lin Ze was twisted and sent in, but he casually looked at the interrogation room, which was made of metal on all sides.
When you are inside the house, you feel a heart-chilling coldness. There is a narrow vent on the iron wall, and the fan blades are rotating, making the dark room feel a bit eerie.
The tables and chairs in the interrogation room were all made of cold metal and fixed to the ground, which looked disturbing.
Lin Ze glanced around for a few times without any reaction, walked over, sat down, and lit a cigarette casually.
The butt is still a little rattled, probably because it was specially designed during the construction. The gloomy atmosphere of the room can give people psychological pressure, and these tips can make the prisoner restless. Under the double pressure, the psychological defense line will naturally weaken.
Of course, tricks of this level have no effect on ruthless people like Lin Ze. They also have no effect on top agents like Ruth.
You know - when facing agents with extremely strong psychological qualities, even if they use special drugs to hypnotize them, it will be difficult to overcome their psychological defenses. Let alone the sense of oppression brought by the outside world.
As soon as Lin Zefu sat down, two men in uniform came in.
They slapped the documents under their arms on the table, pretended to sit across from Lin Ze, and said coldly: "Put out the cigarettes!"
"Why?" Lin Ze smiled. "Isn't smoking allowed here?"
"I can smoke, but you can't!" The man grabbed the cigarette butt from Lin Ze's hand.
"Why? This is a society ruled by law, a society of equality. You can't get special treatment." Lin Ze argued.
Another man in uniform saw that Lin Ze was a little glib, so he grabbed his companion and said, "Don't worry about this, let's get started."
The uniformed man snorted coldly, turned on the high-wattage bright light on the table, and turned it to the highest level viciously. Seeing Lin Ze's eyes narrowed slightly, he sneered: "A week ago, from 2 to 4 o'clock in the afternoon, you were there
where?"
"I forgot." Lin Ze puffed out a puff of smoke and said calmly.
"Forgot?" the uniformed man, who was rather cold as soon as he entered the interrogation room, said displeasedly. "Boy, please be honest with me. Now I suspect you of collaborating with the enemy and treason. If you don't tell the truth, you will be in prison for the rest of your life in a minute."
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Randomly blocking people's hats is a common problem among this group of people, and Lin Ze is deeply aware of this. At the same time, he also remembers a sentence: be lenient if you confess, and sit in jail. If you resist, be strict, and go home to celebrate the New Year - in order to be able to go home to celebrate the New Year.
, he decided to have some fun with this uniformed man.
"Let me think about it." Lin Ze took a puff of cigarette and said with a smile. "As soon as you reminded me, I seemed to remember it again."
"Say!" the man in uniform sneered and slandered. "You dare to show off your little skills in front of me. Do you really think I'm a free man?"
"I had lunch that day and felt quite lonely, so I went to a hair salon called 'Spiritual Harbor' to wash my hair. Unexpectedly, the girl who washed my hair saw that I had a tall figure and outstanding appearance, so -" Lin Ze blinked.
, Evil said. "You know."
"——"
Snap!
The man in uniform slammed the table and cursed: "You kid, don't give me such a slap in the face! Do you want to tell me or not?"
Lin Ze glanced at his palm and asked curiously: "Does your hand hurt?"
"——"
"I've already said it." Lin Ze said aggrievedly.
"Do you think I'll believe it?"
"As for whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway." Lin Ze said with a smile.
"Hmph! I think you won't shed tears until you see the coffin!" The man in uniform suddenly stood up, suddenly pulled out a rubber rod from his waist, and said with a ferocious face. "I'll give you one last chance, don't tell me!"
"Do you want to give in?" Lin Ze looked panicked. "I am a righteous young man! I will not bow to evil forces!"
"Sharp teeth and a sharp mouth! See if I don't break your legs!"
The man in uniform didn't have any worries at all, and hit him with a stick across the iron table.
Bang——
Lin Ze crossed his arm to block the drawn stick. Then, the rubber stick was suddenly broken.
The man in uniform looked surprised, but Lin Ze smiled and said: "The stick is broken, do you want to get another one?"
"Humph, you are indeed not an ordinary person!" The man in uniform sneered. Although he was a little shocked, he still asked. "What is your relationship with the agent over there? What have you done for her? Not exactly.
Tell me, and don't even think about leaving here!"
A meaningful smile appeared at the corner of Lin Ze's mouth. Seeing that the time was almost up, he said, "I killed someone."
Coming!
The man in uniform was overjoyed and said seriously: "Killing for her?"
"No, I was in a bad mood, so I killed someone." Lin Ze shook his head.
"Bastard!" the man in uniform said coldly. "You're in a bad mood to kill someone?"
"Is there any problem?" Lin Ze asked.
"What about her? What did she do?" the man in uniform asked.
"She was watching." Lin Ze smiled.
"She didn't kill anyone?"
"Look at a beautiful woman like her, how could she kill someone?" Lin Ze said.
"Do you think it's useful to protect her?" the man in uniform said disdainfully.
"Why should I protect her?" Lin Ze said with a smile. "That's the fact. If you don't believe it, I can't help it."
The man in uniform saw that Lin Ze seemed very calm, and the revelations were too big. He immediately got up and went out, reporting to Fan Wei next door.
Facing Ruth, Fan Wei was suffering from a splitting headache and was at his wits' end when his subordinates received such breaking news, which immediately aroused excitement.
Ruth was a British agent, and Fan Wei did not dare to resort to lynching without concrete evidence. If there was a diplomatic conflict, he could not afford it. But the superiors had told them that they must be punished. Fan Wei had no choice but to bite the bullet and go.
Do it. Originally, I wanted to use all my strength to get them to surrender voluntarily. But I didn't expect to make great progress so quickly. I stood up with a sneer, ignored Ruth who was sitting indifferently on the chair, and walked towards Lin Ze.
"Why did he say he killed someone?" Ruth was a little confused, and suddenly an idea flashed in her head, and she pursed her lips, looking like she suddenly understood.
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Fan Wei sat opposite Lin Ze, with four subordinates standing behind him. They all stared sternly at Lin Ze, whose eyes were narrowed by the bright light.
Lin Ze was smoking a cigarette, looking like he was doing nothing, as if he was chatting with friends at home.
"You kill someone?" Fan Wei asked with a frown.
"Yes." Lin Ze nodded.
"Why kill?" Fan Wei said coldly.
"Do you want me to tell the truth or a lie?" Lin Ze asked.
"Nonsense!" Fan Wei said angrily. "This is not a place for you to fart!"
"Okay then." Lin Ze said aggrievedly. "Actually, I didn't want to kill them, but they threatened my life. I think it was self-defense."
"You have to kill six people in a row for self-defense?" Fan Wei said displeased.
"Six people want to kill me. If I don't kill them all, how can I save myself?" Lin Ze grinned, revealing eight white and powerful teeth.
Fan Wei was stunned.
The development of the situation exceeded his expectation. He killed people, and killed six people in a row. Those six people were unidentified foreigners, and there was no proof. It was obvious that they were not simple people. And Lin Ze was with the British agent.
, he must not be an ordinary person.
At this moment, Fan Wei didn't know how to proceed to the next step.
"How dare you kill someone!"
At this moment, a cold and ruthless voice suddenly sounded outside the door.
When Fan Wei heard this, he immediately frowned at the table and hurriedly stood up to greet him.
The person who walked in was a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair, a big belly, a wide body and a fat body. At a glance, you could tell that he was a pampered person.
Fan Wei shouted "Head", and the five people immediately made way for them.
Judging from the aura of his pacing and the attitude of his subordinates towards him, he must be a powerful figure in the military aircraft camp. This is not difficult to tell from the arrogant appearance and posture of the middle-aged man.
Lin Ze glanced at the middle-aged man who entered the door, but a trace of disappointment flashed through his eyes, and he muttered to himself: "Another cannon fodder."
