Yan Qingyu is also old. Although she is well maintained, her hair roots are all white, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes also reveal his real age.

At this moment, Chen Zikun suddenly understood that Yan Qingyu was burned to death in the car and was just a golden trick to escape. He changed his identity and rushed to a new battle post, which was the bridgehead of imperialism, Hong Kong,

Yan Qingyu obviously recognized Chen Zikun, and he said as if nothing had happened: "Based on your ID card, you should be called Liu Fugui, but you are called Uncle Kun in the world. Tian Kun, an old man from Qingbangtong generation who came from the mainland, then, what should I call you?"

Chen Zikun didn't answer. He didn't know if there was any recording and detection equipment in this room, so he just snorted coldly.

Yan Qingyu said: "It seems that you are in a bad mood. I apologize to you for them. How can a senior like you sit in the interrogation room? Aaron, send Uncle Kun to my office."

Five minutes later, Chen Zikun sat in an office in the high-rise police station. A sign of a senior police superintendent was hung at the door. Yan Qingyu asked someone to bring two cups of coffee, and then took out the best Luzon cigar from the moisturizing sand box to ask Chen Zikun to smoke it. He fell down the blinds.

"Actually, I should call your brother-in-law." Yan Qingyu said,

Chen Zikun still didn't say anything. After all, twenty years have passed, and things on the intelligence front are changing rapidly. Who knows which person Yan Qingyu is now, a lackey from the British Intelligence Department, a special agent of the Kuomintang in Taiwan, or an old company, an underground party's special situation in Hong Kong,

Yan Qingyu smiled: "Don't worry, this is my office. There is no eavesdropping machine. You can speak freely. I heard that you ran out some time ago, but the plane crashed and fell into the South China Sea. I was still sad for a long time. I didn't expect you to escape from the sky. By the way, what about the eldest sister."

Chen Zikun said: "Your sister is very safe. You can arrest me and what to do."

Yan Qingyu said: "It's not me who caught you, it's Han Sen who caught you. Originally, the Political Department has been monitoring you and wanting to find out your details. You also know that Hong Kong is the capital of spies, and there are not 8,000 spies from both the Kuomintang and the Communist Party. The British and Americans also attach great importance to the collection of Far East intelligence. The Political Department is not a policeman, but a branch of the British and the Intelligence Department 5. We will not arrest people casually and break the rules of the intelligence community. However, the conflict between Han Sen and you intensified, so I had to take action."

Chen Zikun said: "You don't need to check it anymore. I don't have any mission to shoulder. I just can't survive and just run away."

Yan Qingyu said: "I know, but the program that should be taken must be taken. To be honest, you can't walk the path of staying in Hong Kong and getting involved in the underworld. Your fame is too great and no one can hold it back. By the way, the three guns will fight against the 14th K in the past three times. You might as well give in to each other and give me a face. Besides, the leader of the 14th K is also your old friend."

"Oh, who is it?" Chen Zikun was not surprised. There were too many old acquaintances in Hong Kong, and he could meet one every now and then.

Yan Qingyu was about to speak when suddenly the office door was pushed in. Two large-sleeved, round-waisted, plainclothes police officers walked in, with badges hanging on their chests, and they were about to pull Chen Zikun without saying a word.

"You can't catch my guests." Yan Qingyu hurriedly stopped him in English. The other party did not buy it at all and showed a document. Yan Qingyu had to surrender.

Chen Zikun understood that the other party must be an agent of the MI5. It seems that he will try the British interrogation methods this time.

He was taken to a strange interrogation room by the agent. The interior was polyhedral, the ceiling, wall, and the floor were composed of irregular geometric shapes, which made people lose their sense of balance and could not distinguish the direction. There were sponge mats everywhere, which were soft and could not kill people. It must have been used to prevent suicide.

The interior is painted with various bright colors, yellow and red chunks, which makes people feel irritated. A red light is on for twenty-four hours, and it is impossible to tell the day and night, the sun cannot be seen, and the time cannot be calculated.

High technology, Chen Zikun couldn't help but sigh that this is to destroy the psychological defense of prisoners, but the British have taken a wrong path in torture people. It is not very meaningful to rely on high-tech means. If we want to torture people, then our party's methods are the most clever ones, and let your relatives and friends expose you, let your descendants and children draw a clear line with you, let the whole world despise you, let you lose all your thoughts, and you are extremely desperate, and life is worse than death.

Let’s look at these things made by the British. For Chen Zikun, a historical counter-revolutionary reactionary warlord who has experienced the conference of criticism and struggle, it is a pediatric department.

Anyway, with Yan Qingyu there, he was not worried. He had eaten what he should eat and drink what he should drink. When he was full, he sat on the ground to practice qigong. Just like nothing happened, he had been worried and exhausted for more than a year, but he had not had such a comfortable rest.

...

Chen Zikun was arrested and had a turmoil outside. Three guns came to send hundreds of people to surround the Mong Kok Police Station and asked the police to hand over the person. This made the superintendent very troubled, and Han Sen was even more troubled.

In a building in Kowloon, Xiao Lang, in a suit and tie, picked up the South China Morning Post on the stage and flipped it out a few times. Suddenly, a piece of news attracted his attention.

"After the fire between the Sanqihui and the local gang, it is said that the leader of the Sanqihui backstage, Uncle Kun, was taken away by the Mong Kok Police Station a few days ago and questioned. He has been detained for 36 hours so far. Hundreds of members of the Sanqihuihui sat in front of the police station..."

Xiao Lang felt aroused in his heart and picked up the phone: "Susan, please come with Mr. Gong."

It took a short time for Gong Zijun to arrive. Now he is a member of the board of directors of a listed company and his net worth is gigantic.

"Old Gong, look at this news, is Chen Zikun coming to the port?" Xiao Lang pointed to the newspaper and said,

Gong Zijun read the newspaper and said, "It is very likely that not everyone can beat the name of the Three Guns, but he didn't expect him to come out too."

Xiao Lang picked up the phone: "Susan, prepare the car."

Nowadays, Xiao Gong and others are both famous people in the upper class. It is very easy to do something. After a phone call, they found out the address of Sanqiu Club, drove there, handed over the business card directly, and the president came down to greet him in person. He saw that he was indeed an old friend.

When we met an old friend in a foreign land, everyone was so excited that they shed tears. After the greetings, they began to discuss how to rescue Chen Zikun.

"Hong Kong is a legal society. If there is no evidence, you cannot be detained for forty-eight hours. I will ask a special lawyer to follow up on this matter." Xiao Lang said,

All the lawyers who are good at criminal cases in Hong Kong were invited by Xiao Lang to form an unprecedentedly powerful team of lawyers. Several upper-class justices of the peace jointly signed the "Liu Fugui" as a guarantee, including Sir Wei Zhongying, and the police's pressure was unprecedentedly strong.

"I'm going to push you, who is this Uncle Kun?" Han Sen was also stunned. He didn't expect that the other party was so big that he could no longer be able to suppress it, Inspector Hua.

It was still behind him that the Fourteenth K suddenly announced that he would stop targeting the Three Guns Association, and the gangster dispute came to an end. It is said that this is the meaning of the fourteenth K leader.

The police station, which could not withstand the pressure, could only tell the lawyer that "Liu Fugui" was taken away by the political department and asked for questions, and it had nothing to do with them. So the lawyers went to the police headquarters to ask for people, and this time they encountered a nail.

Although Hong Kong is a society ruled by law, it is ultimately just a British colony, involving national security matters. These lawyers who fight criminal cases have no choice but to advise Xiao Lang not to interfere in this matter.

In a blink of an eye, Chen Zikun had been detained by MI5 for a week. The agents thought his spirit had collapsed, so they began to formally interrogate.

Chen Zikun was taken to a normal interrogation room, with one wall full of mirrors. It can be imagined that there were several pairs of eyes behind the mirror looking at him.

A British man in his thirties interrogated Chen Zikun. He sat opposite the table and read the script.

"Name."

"Liu Fugui."

"age."

“Sixty-eight.”

"Hometown."

“Hong Kong, Yuen Long.”

"Okay, Mr. Chen, let's stop going around in circles. The real Liu Fugui was dead last year. You were pretending to be someone else's identity, and you committed more than these crimes. Some time ago, you killed fifteen Chinese men with others at the Mong Kok Hole Nightclub, killing many people, and killing fifteen people with guns in Jordan Road, killing many people. You have committed many crimes such as first-degree murder and illegal armed weapons. If we want, you can be sentenced to hang. Whether you are Chen Zikun or Liu Fugui, you will die under the gallows."

"What's the point of scaring me?" Chen Zikun looked down on it. These tricks were meaningless. He knew the other party's intentions very well.

The ghost man speaks Cantonese well, but his Mandarin is a little bad. He flips through the information in his hand and said: "According to our information, you should be the former governor of Jiangdong, director of the Aviation Commission, and a member of the Central Committee of the China Democratic League, Mr. Chen Zikun, you left China in July and the plane you were on crashed in the South China Sea, but you did not die, but came to Hong Kong. Congratulations, Mr. Chen, you succeeded."

Chen Zikun doesn't agree,

The ghost guy said: "We can forgive you, but in exchange, you have to tell us some things, such as the distribution of the Chinese Air Force's airports, the training of pilots, and some political issues. I hope you will answer them."

Chen Zikun said: "Okay, I am Chen Zikun. I retired in 1960 and I no longer have the latest military intelligence. Even if I have it, I will not tell you that I left the mainland for personal reasons, not treason. I hope you understand."

"You're sure." The ghost guy was surprised. The person who lived in a special house for a week was so determined. This was the first time in the history of MI5.

What surprised him was still behind. Chen Zikun suddenly picked up the iron-legged chair under his butt and smashed it to the mirror on the wall. One, two strokes, the mirror cracked and shattered, revealing the camera and several faces behind.

"It's you." Chen Zikun stopped and looked at the old man in front of him with a little surprise. There were endless acquaintances. This was no exception. The high-ranking official in front of him was John Walker, the British Consul in Jiangdong.

"Marrior Chen, we meet again." Mr. Walker waved his hand and asked the armed agents who came to retreat, and greeted Chen Zikun kindly.
Chapter completed!