When Mark heard Meng Ting say the word "confession", he squeezed his fist hidden behind him hard, snorted coldly, and stared at the other person with a sinister gaze.

"Chief Meng, you're just confessing now. Don't you think it's too late? I'm afraid that your accomplices will leave the mountain city and head to the northwest long ago.

I tell you, there is no such cheap thing in the world. Since you have lost your value, you should be very clear about what is waiting for you."

Meng Ting's deformed face showed a smile and replied indifferently: "Haha, Mark, we are all professional agents. There is no need to explain this kind of thing too clearly, right?"

"you!"

The angry Mark pointed at Meng Ting's eyes and spitted fire, but he had no choice. After all, what Xu Enzeng needed was a living mouth. He was silent for a long time and slowly put down his hand and said coldly.

"Then let's talk about your superiors and subordinates, and what you know, the information networks of the suburbs in the mountain city and other cities, I will verify the authenticity of the local government.

I advise you not to play tricks. Although Director Xu doesn’t want to kill you now, it doesn’t mean that he will do the same in the future. I don’t care whether you surrender or not. It’s better to tell the truth if you don’t want to die.

In this way, I can make contributions and you can survive. Everyone can get what they need. After leaving this interrogation room, we may have a chance to drink at a wine table."

Speaking of this, Mark's tone was full of resentment and reluctance. It seemed that there was no way to deal with Meng Ting. Even if the time limit was passed, there was no value for false information.

Meng Ting opened his swollen eyelids hard, looked at him deeply, and recited some names and addresses expressionlessly. This thought took more than ten minutes.

What he revealed at this moment was the list of lurking personnel lurking in various parts of the Kuomintang’s territory and the headquarters of the government. Each one was priceless. Of course, this was before.

However, you can remember so much information by just memorizing, which shows that Meng Ting is a qualified agent. It is indeed a bit unfair to fall on a pair of shoes this time.

On the other side.

Mark lazily pressed the switch of the wire recorder, sat behind the interrogation table, picked up a pen and wrote and painted on the paper casually, as if he really didn't care what Meng Ting said.

When Meng Ting finished speaking, he slowly tightened his pen cap, looked up at his old boss, and suddenly laughed, laughing very happily, and then raised his hand to pat him.

As the clapping sounded, the afterglow of the sunset outside the breathable window suddenly disappeared, and the outside became dark. After a while, a noon sunlight shone in, and the interrogation room became extremely bright.

Being fooled!

Meng Ting's face turned black instantly. As a senior intelligence officer, he naturally knew what was going on. The Central Commission for Discipline actually used lights to simulate the sunset, creating an illusion that time had passed for a long time to confuse him.

After a moment of silence, he gritted his teeth and nodded to Mark: "Very good. I haven't seen you for a few years. Mark, your ability is getting bigger and bigger. Xu Enzeng is also blind. You don't need to be with me as a person."

“Hahahahaha.”

Before he finished speaking, Xu Enzeng, who was dancing in love, walked into the interrogation room, laughed twice and came to Mark's side, patting the other person's shoulder hard, and speaking very excitedly.

"Okay! OK! I just used a few black cloth and a few lamps to deceive a stubborn dissident. When this matter spreads, I think who would say that our Central Command is not as good as the Military Control Commission?

Don't worry, the case is over, I will immediately ask you for merit. The position of the Director of Intelligence is yours. You will immediately lead people to raid the secret stronghold of the Xiamen Party in the mountain city."

"Yes! Bureau seat."

Mark's face turned red with excitement. He racked his brains to come up with this trick. When he became the Director of Intelligence, he wanted to see what the despicable villains who had bullied him would react.

Just as he was fantasizing about revenge and revenge, Meng Ting on the interrogation chair spoke, and the other party used only one sentence to kill him back to hell.

"Director Xu, I want this Director of Information!"

"What?"

Xu Enzeng asked back, looking incredible, listen, is this what people say? What does this director mean? What is the director of the Central Commission for the Central Committee? Do you want it? If you want it, you want it.

But before he could scold him, Meng Ting smiled softly: "Director Xu, you won't really tell me all the information. As a human being, it's better to leave yourself a trump card."

Hearing the trump card, Xu Enzeng narrowed his eyes and swallowed the swear words that were about to blurt out. A disgusting smile appeared on his fat face, and asked Meng Ting with a smile if there was any important information he had not expressed.

"Director..."

Mark was anxious now. Seeing that the director throne he had was about to fly away, he quickly stepped forward and came to Xu Enzeng, wanting to tell Xu Enzeng that he could not believe what the other party said.

As a result, Xu Enzeng's face became faster than reading, as if he had completely forgotten the promise he had made a few seconds ago. He immediately raised his hand to interrupt him and skillfully crafted his official accent.

"Xiaoma, don't worry, you are still young and you can't be the director. You can still be the deputy director. The important thing now is to deal with the local party. As for your personal future, let's put it aside first."

Put it aside, these three words are easy to say. God knows how long it will take to put it on.

One year? Ten years?

Mark was sad and wanted to say a few more words, but Xu Enzeng didn't listen to his nonsense at all. He strode to Meng Ting, bent down to listen, wanting to hear what the other party's trump card was.

Judging from the Jiujiaxu incident and the confession just now, Meng Ting must be an important member of the local party. He is very interested in being regarded as the secret of the trump card.

Meng Ting looked at Mark who was betrayed, and smiled and said to Xu Enzeng who came over, "You only know that Zhou Yujun is the secretary of the China-Bisserb Fargo Association, and I don't know that he is also the head of the underground organization in the northwest of the mountain city!"

"What!!!"

This sentence was shocking. Xu Enzeng jumped up after hearing this. They actually caught the head of the underground organization of Xiadang Mountain City and beat the other party to death.

Thinking of this terrible result, he felt that his legs were a little weak, and he had the urge to hug his head and cry. The fat meat in his mouth could fall off, so why is it always the one who is injured?

However, in addition to regret, Xu Enzeng did not believe what Meng Ting said. After all, the other party had a criminal record. If he had not believed the other party's nonsense a few years ago, the agent headquarters would not have suffered such great losses.

Mark even fanned the flames and suggested that Xu Enzeng shoot Meng Ting to death on the spot. His purpose was very simple - Meng Ting died, so the director's position was naturally his.

Faced with the suspicion of the two, Meng Ting's response was very simple: "Director Xu, the addresses I just mentioned are located in the Shanchengdi District Party Committee. If you go quickly, you should be able to block the staff inside. Some of them must have seen Zhou Yujun."

Yes, it's okay to find the witness.

Xu Enzeng suddenly realized and after thinking quickly, he decided to take a steady step, picked up the phone and notified the garrison headquarters, asking the military to send people to support him, so as not to encounter any other things like Jiujiaxu again.

Afterwards, he asked a doctor to treat Meng Ting. He took Mark, who was so devastated and all the agents who could be mobilized, and took a car to an address in the confession.

According to the information provided by Meng Ting, this place is the secret stronghold of Xia Dang, Shanchengdi, with about 20 staff members and a large number of documents, weapons and ammunition are hidden.

The group took half an hour to arrive near a pickle factory in Shachi District, western Shancheng. The support from the garrison headquarters also arrived. The troops from both sides exchanged brief information and immediately prepared to arrest people.

The more thorough the plan, the easier it is to have problems.

Xu Enzeng remembered this sentence in his heart. After coordinating with the military, he ordered Mark to lead the team to command the attack, which was considered as compensation for the Director of Intelligence.

Mark cheered up and led the spies armed to the teeth and elite troops in the army to surround the pickle factory, and then led the team to open the factory gate and rush into the factory area.

But as soon as he entered the door, he knew that they were late, and that they were only one step later.

I saw that in the corner of the factory, several empty oil barrels were emitting black smoke. It was obviously not fuel such as firewood, but secret documents or important materials of the underground party.

Before he could think too much, Mark limped to the oil barrel and kicked one over, regardless of the burning flames, and extinguished the flames on the document with his hands and feet.

Seeing that he was so desperate, the spies couldn't do anything to paddle, so they had to follow behind and kick other oil barrels in the same way. This scene made Xu Enzeng, who was observing secretly, nodded slightly, and couldn't help but sigh that the morale of the army was available.

More than an hour later, the spies turned the pickle factory upside down, and all the paper with words and suspicious items were collected by Zhongtong technicians. At the same time, no one was found in the factory.

Xu Enzeng, with a gray face, bent down and took out half of the unburned document from the ashes on the ground. Looking at the "anti-action" remarks on it, he said coldly to Mark.

"Compare these documents immediately and search for the samples at the Zhongbifari Association. Zhou Yujun is the secretary general. There must be documents written by him by himself. Remember, you should find a few more samples and you must not have any problems."

"Yes, Director."

Mark nodded tactfully. Now that things can only be done. Once the handwriting is successfully compared, it indirectly confirmed Meng Ting's confession and explained them to them above.

Zhou Yujun can be tortured or killed on the spot.

The key is how to write the case closing report. In this regard, some of the Zhongtongs are inverted black and white, referring to the talent of the horse land, ensuring that the report can be written in a varied way, and the upper peaks can not see any problems.

A large-scale arrest that should have had great gains ended in a hurry. The troops of the garrison headquarters were the first to leave, but halfway through, a lieutenant quietly left the team and moved towards Luojiawan.

Soon, Zuo Zhong received relevant information and sent away the hidden line buried in the military commander's army. He stood in front of the window and looked at the crowded streets, with a mysterious smile on his face.

(This plot is just a prelude)

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