After the big iron door was closed, someone looked out through the small opening in the door, staring at Chi Hong and others.
Chi Hong had no choice but to drive back and report.
When Jiang Shanyan arrived here, he returned to his safest nest. He began to search leisurely.
He first ordered two people to search Long Jinyun again, a thorough search. All her clothes were taken off, carefully looked at, pinched, and then thrown to her. Her hair and the cloth shoes on her feet were also carefully inspected.
Searched. However, they found nothing.
Jiang Shanyan was on a large table, personally checking the crucial backpack. His search procedures and methods were exactly the same as Long Jinyun. However, he did not find anything important.
He was different from Long Jinyun. Long Jinyun didn't know what kind of thing he was looking for. But Jiang Shanyan knew. Pan Qiwu told him that it might be a film. But there was absolutely nothing similar in the backpack.
Jiang Shanyan returned to the yard and observed the small truck. He arranged for people to conduct a strict inspection of the laundry owner. At the same time, he arranged for more people to inspect the small truck and the clothes and bags on the car. After that, he entered the detention room.
In Jinyun's small room, he wanted to get some information from her mouth.
This time, Long Jinyun responded correctly. She said nothing, sat with her head lowered, and did not speak even though Jiang Shanyan shouted at the top of his voice. Although she was very nervous, Jiang Shanyan would also scare her when he slapped the table.
Jumped. But she gritted her teeth and refused to raise her head, not letting him see the panic in her eyes.
In the training class for cadres of the Central Regulation Department, she learned about interrogation and counter-interrogation. She knows that the most difficult people to deal with are those who keep their heads down and refuse to speak. Now, she works very hard to practice this.[
The tasks arranged by Jiang Shanyan lasted all morning. By lunch time, Jiang Shanyan was finally convinced that he did not find anything he wanted from Zuo Shaoqing's personal belongings.
Readers may be wondering, where has that vital soap gone? Readers, please take your time and take a look.
In the afternoon, Jiang Shanyan returned to the prison gate. He found Age. Age said that there was no Zuo Shaoqing's backpack in the prison, absolutely not. No one knew when her backpack disappeared.
Jiang Shanyan thought about this matter again and again. He took out a wad of money from his pocket and stuffed it into Age's hand.
He said: "Brother, please go to that woman's bed to find her, or find a way to find her on her body. Do you have this idea?"
Age thought for a while and said: "There is an opportunity. Every other day, the female prisoners have to go to the bathroom to take a shower. All their clothes are taken off in the locker room. I can arrange for someone to check all the clothes of this woman, as well as her bed."
Jiang Shanyan nodded vigorously, "Age, this is the best. No matter what you find from her, I will give you so much money for anything. But there is one thing that must be found from her."
A sly smile appeared at the corner of Jiang Shanyan's mouth, "Age, I can see it."
Age nodded vigorously, "Don't worry, don't worry. I'll go find him right away."
That night, Jiang Shanyan had to go to the Phnom Penh Hotel to report the day's results to Pan Qiwu.
After listening to his report, Pan Qiwu was very confused. He believed that Jiang Shanyan was cautious and meticulous, and the backpack must have been inspected extremely carefully. But he couldn't help it, so he asked, "Has it been thoroughly inspected?"
Jiang Shanyan looked at him carefully, "Yes, sir. The people, backpack, truck, and things on the truck have all been thoroughly inspected. I know what the microfilm looks like, but I really didn't find it."
Pan Qiwu was speechless. His visit this time actually had two tasks, one was to get rid of Zuo Shaoqing, and the other was to find the possible film on her body. He understood that for these two tasks, he could
Just complete one of them. Either kill someone, or find the film!
He now had to turn around and ask: "Brother Shan Yan, have you arranged the action against Zuo?"
Jiang Shanyan understood that the action against Zuo was a murderous operation. He immediately said: "Please rest assured, sir, everything has been arranged, just in the next two days. The other party has already collected the money and made a guarantee."
But how could Pan Qiwu be reassured? He knew very well who Zuo Shaoqing was. I'm afraid Jiang Shanyan was really no match for Zuo Shaoqing. She would still run away.[
This premonition was too obvious in his mind.
At this time, Pan Qiwu couldn't help but think of the arrangements Ye Gongjin had made that night. He asked Pan Qiwu to personally control Zhao Minggui and establish contact with You Shaoqing's group as soon as possible. Perhaps Ye Gongjin had already guessed that during this trip to Indochina, he would
Pan Qiwu might not succeed. Therefore, he, Ye Gongjin, had a backup plan.
Thinking of this, Pan Qiwu couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. If this mission is not completed well, he will never be able to be tough in front of Ye Gongjin in the future.
Just when Pan Qiwu was worried about whether his next move would be successful, a brother knocked on the door and whispered a few words in Jiang Shanyan's ear.
Jiang Shanyan immediately returned to Pan Qiwu and whispered: "Sir, we have a visitor."
Pan Qiwu was a little surprised. Who knew he lived here? He asked: "Who is it?"
Jiang Shanyan whispered: "It's Mr. Metz."
Pan Qiwu couldn't help but frowned. Regardless of the past military command, the later Secrecy Bureau, or the current Intelligence Bureau, the relationship with the Americans was very sensitive. Ye Gongjin was recorded because of a conversation he had with Metz.
He was almost killed by Director Mao. This Metz is simply a loser!
However, there must be a reason why Metz actually appeared in Phnom Penh at this time. Pan Qiwu was considering whether Metz coming to him now would be helpful to his actions. Perhaps, this Sangmen Star could help him complete his mission.
.
He said softly: "Invite him in." As he said that, he stood up himself.
As soon as the door opened, Metz walked in with a smile. He walked directly in front of Pan Qiwu, shook hands with him vigorously, and without greetings, said bluntly: "Mr. Pan, can you take a moment to speak?"
Pan Qiwu stared into his eyes and calmly stretched out his hand to the bedroom, "Please, Mr. Mace."
When he arrived in the bedroom, Metz quickly closed the door and walked forward to close the curtain. He pushed back the small coffee table between the two sofas, pulled one sofa next to the other, and then sat down directly.
Go down.
He raised his head, looked at Pan Qiwu intently, stretched out his hand to signal to the other sofa, "Mr. Pan, please sit down too."
Pan Qiwu understood that Metz wanted to have a secret conversation with him. He sat down on the sofa and said, "Mr. Metz, please speak, I am all ears."
Metz said softly: "Mr. Pan came to Phnom Penh from Taipei for Zuo Shaoqing?"
Pan Qiwu nodded, "Yes."
Metz stared into his eyes, "Well, do you know that the government also sent people from Beijing for this Zuo Shaoqing?"
Pan Qiwu nodded, "I've heard about this too."
However, Metz pressed forward step by step, "Mr. Pan, do you know who is coming?"
Pan Qiwu was a little hesitant. He did know that someone from the ** came to Phnom Penh. Jiang Shanyan almost missed today because someone from the ** did it. But he really didn't know who the person was.
Metz said softly: "He is the deputy director of the Second Bureau of the Investigation Department."
Pan Qiwu immediately understood who this person was. He raised his eyes and asked, "Du?"
Mace nodded, "That's him."
At this moment, Pan Qiwu also became confused. Ye Gongjin sent him to Phnom Penh this time. But why Ye Gongjin sent him, the deputy director, to come in person, he didn't know. He could only guess that there must be someone behind him.
It was an extremely special thing, but Ye Gongjin didn't tell the truth to him.
When Pan Qiwu thought about it, he felt that now was the best opportunity. He wanted to ask, why?
He looked at Metz with a smile, "Mr. Metz, could you please explain to me why you attach so much importance to Zuo Shaoqing?"
Metz looked at Pan Qiwu silently. He also guessed that Ye Gongjin had not told him the truth. Although this matter was sensitive, telling him the truth would be beneficial to his purpose tonight.
He stretched out his head to Pan Qiwu and lowered his voice to the lowest level, "Mr. Pan, if I say a word, you will understand."
Pan Qiwu also stretched his head and said, "Mr. Metz, please speak."
Metz said: "In recent months, there have been secret negotiations between China and the Soviet Union. The main content of the negotiations is about the Soviet Union helping Japan master the technology of manufacturing atomic weapons!"
There was a loud bang in Pan Qiwu's head, and he stared at Metz in shock.
Immediately afterwards, all kinds of information in his mind began to rotate, run, confirm and refer to each other. Like Ye Gongjin, he mastered a large number of information between China and the Soviet Union, between the United States and the Soviet Union, and between the United States and Taiwan.
intelligence.
He could understand some information at a glance, but some information required a key clue to reveal. Zuo Shaoqing's case required information about atomic weapons to reveal. He also understood at this time that Ruan Qibo was not kidnapped.
He was killed by an American. And most likely, Zuo Shaoqing not only witnessed the assassination, he might even have taken the photos.
God! Pan Qiwu couldn't help but scream in his heart. If the Japanese got the photos, it wouldn't matter whether the Americans would be embarrassed or not. What mattered was that the Japanese would definitely obtain the technology to make atomic weapons. This was something he didn't dare to expect.
Pan Qiwu was silent for a long time, letting the information or situations stop spinning in his mind, or complete the spinning and piecing together. He said softly: "Mr. Metz, we didn't find any film or anything similar in Zuo Shaoqing's backpack.
Something. How do you explain this?"
Metz stared at Pan Qiwu and shook his head, "That's not important. As long as she dies here, everything will be fine."
