"Bai Jumin, bring someone to keep an eye on them. If one of them escapes, you are the only one to ask!"
"yes!"
Holding a pistol, Shen Zhifeng quickly came to Wang Cunren's body, leaned over and touched his arteries, and found that he could no longer be dead.
Jiang Xinyu came over, looked at Shen Zhifeng, who had a gloomy expression, and said, "You can handle this mess yourself. I'm going back."
Shen Zhifeng hurriedly stopped and said: "Captain Jiang, there are so many prisoners and the truck has been burned. I am alone, so I ask you to help take care of it."
Jiang Xinyu said coldly: "What are you looking after? I understand now. If you ask me to come over and help, you are simply setting up a trap!"
"Captain Jiang's words are serious, I didn't expect such a thing to happen..." Shen Zhifeng raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was now 8:20 in the evening, and said: "The most important thing at the moment is to get rid of these scourges immediately.
If there is any misunderstanding between you and me, let’s talk about it back at the station.”
He turned around and waved to Bai Jumin: "Get ready!"
Bai Jumin brought the kettle over, took out a cup from the trunk, poured half a cup of poisonous water, walked up to a prisoner, and said, "Please!"
The prisoner was a man in his thirties. Of course he knew what was in the cup. He glanced at Bai Jumin, who was holding a pistol, and sneered: "A dog agent uses shady means to kill people!"
Bai Jumin remained silent and pointed his gun at the man's chest. He had already fired a gun just now, and it would be the same if he fired a few more shots.
Zhou Weiguo was extremely anxious and shouted: "Don't drink it, the water is poisonous!"
The man smiled sadly, stretched out his hand to take the water glass, and said loudly: "Song of Yan City generously, calmly serve as a prisoner of Chu. Use the sword to make a quick move, and live up to the youth! Everyone, take the first step!"
Shen Zhifeng sneered from the side: "Before he died, he quoted the poem of traitor Wang, which shows what you are all about!"
The man retorted: "When he wrote this poem, Wang Zhaoming was still a good young man who cared about the country and the nation, just like your Kuomintang. When Mr. Sun was alive, was it as chaotic as it is now?"
Shen Zhifeng had no intention of arguing and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation.
Just as the man was about to drink the poisonous water, Zhou Weiguo suddenly rushed over. He guessed that the cup contained potassium cyanide and planned to grab it and throw it at Shen Zhifeng.
Potassium cyanide is a highly toxic substance that can cause poisoning symptoms even if it comes into contact with the skin.
"boom!"
Shen Zhifeng had quick eyes and quick hands, raised his hand and fired.
Zhou Weiguo was shot in the chest and staggered to the ground. He turned his eyes to the man and gasped: "No, you can't drink... Whenever there is a chance, you must... you must fight..."
After saying this, Zhou Weiguo slowly spread his hands and tilted his head to one side, staring at the burning truck.
The man was filled with grief and anger. He threw the cup to the ground, glared at Shen Zhifeng, and said proudly: "Dog spy, shoot if you dare!"
Other honest prisoners also gathered around and slowly walked towards Shen Zhifeng, dragging their shackles.
Shen Zhifeng took two steps back and sneered: "Your suggestions are very good...Bai Jumin, get ready!"
He was willing to take the risk. After all, he had already fired a gun. The worst he could do was to get a barrel of gasoline to destroy the body and then tell the public that he had encountered bandits and had a shootout.
Jiang Xinyu glanced at him and saw car lights passing by on the way, and immediately said: "Don't do anything yet, someone is coming!"
Shen Zhifeng didn't pay attention to this desolate place. It was so late and the people coming were unlikely to be ordinary people. They should be the police who heard the gunshots and rushed over to check the situation.
Beep!
A silver car sped up.
Bai Jumin watched for a while, then hurriedly came to Shen Zhifeng and said, "Deputy Director Shen, this is the car from the Ta Kung Newspaper Office..."
Shen Zhifeng was shocked. These honest prisoners were criminals who could not see the light of day. If reporters found out, it would be a shame. He ordered: "Quick, don't let reporters get close to the prisoners, drive them away!"
Bai Jumin walked towards the car, raised his hand to signal the car to stop, and said loudly: "The police station is performing official duties. No one is allowed to approach without permission!"
The car slowly stopped on the side of the road, the front and rear doors opened, and three reporters got out of the car. One of them, a female reporter wearing glasses, turned out to be Miss Ju.
Miss Ju took out her press card, showed it in front of Bai Jumin, and said, "We are reporters from Ta Kung Pao. We heard that there was a fire here, so we came to take a look at the situation."
As she spoke, she glanced at the honest criminal in the distance.
Jiang Xinyu stood in the shadows, and the stone hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground. Even if a hundred reporters came, they would not be as effective as Miss Ju.
Bai Jumin knew Miss Ju and knew that she was Commander Fu's daughter. Let alone a small lieutenant, he could not afford to offend even the two colonels behind him.
He bit the bullet and said: "I'm sorry, the commander has an order, but without permission..."
Miss Ju interrupted him: "Excuse me, what department are you in? I now suspect that those people are the rumored honest prisoners!"
Suddenly, an excited voice among the prisoners said: "Ms. Ju, I am Feng Hanzhang, Feng Hanzhang from the United Newspaper. We met at the journalists' association..."
Upon hearing this, Miss Ju turned around and looked at the ragged middle-aged man carefully. Surprise gradually appeared in her eyes and she said, "Editor Feng, why are you here?"
Feng Hanzhang sighed: "It's hard to describe. Last fall, on the way to get off work, I was caught by the spies without knowing what I was doing."
Miss Ju said: "I also asked for news about you, and they said you went to Shanghai to develop."
"Fake, all fake!" Feng Hanzhang said angrily.
When the upright criminals saw the reporters coming, they immediately recounted their respective experiences. Their situation was basically similar to Feng Hanzhang's, both were secretly arrested by spies.
Taking advantage of the chaos, two other photographers held up their cameras and took continuous photos of the prisoners.
The burning truck became the best lighting, illuminating the surrounding area as if it were daytime. Even the disposable spotlight was not needed to take pictures. All you had to do was aim at the focus and press the shutter button.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Shen Zhifeng quickly walked out of the shadows and shouted sternly: "Who asked you to take pictures? Hand over all the films!"
Miss Ju turned around, blocked Shen Zhifeng's path, and said, "Sir, we are reporters, and we have direct mail for news interviews. May I ask, what crime have these people committed?"
Shen Zhifeng said politely: "I'm sorry, this matter is confidential and I have no comment."
Miss Ju sneered: "One sentence about confidentiality can make so many people die inexplicably? Then what do we want Fating to do? Is it a ridiculous symbol?"