In the interrogation room on the screen, Director Zheng's eyes were staring at Xue Fuming's eyes, and his cold voice rang out again: "Xue Fuming, you were sent abroad to study three years ago, and it took two years for overseas intelligence organizations.
You are insulting me? Do you think no one knows what you do?"
Director Zheng said here, suddenly raised his hand and patted the interrogation table in front of him. He shouted loudly: "I tell you, your every move has been under our surveillance, and the information you think you stolen is worth it."
Liancheng, in fact, that's all the garbage we prepared for you, it's not worth a penny! Do you really think the money given to you by those spies is so easy to get? You dream!"
Director Zheng's voice was like a heavy hammer, hitting Xue Fuming's heart hard. The boy suddenly raised his head and looked in front of him, then gritted his teeth and lowered his head. He still said nothing.
Wan Lin and his friends looked at each other when they saw this. Wan Lin whispered: "From the eyes of this kid, his psychological defense line should be almost broken."
Wang Molin nodded, and he looked at Secretary Wang's order and said, "I inform Director Zheng to continue to increase the pressure and break through this boy's psychological defense as soon as possible. We must never let him have any luck." "Yes!" Secretary Wang replied in a low voice.
With a sound, the command was conveyed to the computer.
On the screen, Director Zheng pressed the wireless earphones stuffed into his ears. He stared at Xue Fuming on the interrogation chair and continued to say coldly: "You used the money you exchanged for selling fake information to send your wife and children abroad,
Do you think your master can really take care of your wife and children after identifying the truth or false information?"
Director Zheng sneered and said, "Hehe, it seems that you really think that sacrificing yourself can bring wealth and prosperity to your wife and children. You dream! Now, I will let you take a good look at your wife and children's current situation!"
He then raised his hand and pointed to a monitor on the side wall. The young interrogator sitting next to him also quickly raised his right hand and pressed the laptop on the interrogation desk.
Xue Fuming heard Director Zheng's cold voice, and he suddenly looked up at the monitor hanging on the wall in front of him. A narrow street appeared on the monitor, and rows of low and dilapidated streets were on the dirty streets.
There were several ragged beggars walking on the street.
At this moment, a middle-aged woman with a heavy backpack behind her appeared on the screen. She held a seven or eight-year-old girl in one hand and a suitcase in the other. The woman's haggard face and the child's confused look made
Xue Fuming, who was sitting on the interrogation chair, was stunned.
Director Zheng's cold voice rang again: "Xue Fuming, this is the current situation of your wife and children! Didn't your master agree to take good care of your family? Is this the result of their care? Let me tell you, your wife and
My child, I have no money abroad and I am living on the streets. Do you think the money you have in overseas banks belongs to you?"
Director Zheng suddenly slapped the table and stood up. He shouted loudly: "Xue Fuming, I tell you that the money was deposited by the foreign enemy intelligence organization. Without their signature permission, your wife and children will be collected.
No penny! You have been exposed now and lost your value to them. Do you think they can really take care of your family?!"
Director Zheng's voice was like thunders roaring in the small interrogation room, and even the monitors hanging on the walls were shaking slightly in the thunder-like sound.
With a huge roar, Xue Fuming, who was sitting on the interrogation chair and staring at the monitor, suddenly two strings of tears flowed from his round eyes.
The boy shook his head suddenly, suddenly turned his head to look at Director Zheng standing behind the interrogation table, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "I said, I said, I confess everything, I really regret it, these bastards!"
Wan Lin and others understood that when they saw this, Director Zheng had already used thunderous means to quickly destroy the psychological defense line of this scum in this short period of time.
Wan Lin quietly gave a thumbs up and said to Li Dongsheng: "This Director Zheng is very quick. He found the spy's family abroad in such a short time."
Li Dongsheng nodded and said, "This Director Zheng is really a spy war expert. When he caught this scum, he realized that the other party's weakness was his wife and children, so after he discovered that Xue Fuming was a spy.
, and entrusted people from abroad to find the spy's family and learn about their current situation."
Wang Molin heard the discussion between Wan Lin and Li Dongsheng, and he said with relief: "You are right. Lao Zheng is indeed an experienced spy warfare expert. When he was young, he followed Professor Chang and broke the situation.
There have been many big spy cases, and he is my capable general like Ye Feng. He acted very quickly in this case."
As he said that, he waved to Secretary Wang and ordered: "Close the picture, let's wait for the interrogation report of the Northwest Bureau." He followed Gao Li and the others and said: "I feel disgusted when I see these things that betray the motherland.
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At this time, the little monk who had been lying on the back of the sofa behind Wan Lin and staring at the picture intently. Seeing the scene on the screen suddenly disappear, he stretched his bald head to Wan Lin's head and whispered: "Senior Brother Wan, yes
Isn't you going to fight? Then... Then I... let's go, I'm okay in the war!"
Wang Molin heard the boy's whisper, and turned his head to look at the little monk and smiled: "You haven't even touched a gun, and you can still fight? Just blow it!"
When the little monk heard Wang Molin's laughter, he stared at his round eyes and stretched his head and shouted anxiously: "Head... the leader, elder, no, no, it's Uncle Wang, I... I really... I really beat him...
...I have fought a war, if you don’t believe me, Senior Brother Wan, when I was in the mountains, I also injured the bad guys with guns with hidden weapons."
"Well, I've really fought a war?" Wang Molin looked at Wan Lin in amazement. Wan Lin quickly told the story of what happened in the Supernatural Temple.
He then said, "At that time, Jingheng did use a hidden weapon to injure the arms of the three Red Fox team members, assisted Master Changtian and two senior brothers, and subdued the three fully armed boys."
When Gao Li and Li Dongsheng heard this, they looked at Wan Lin in surprise. Li Dongsheng frowned and asked, "Didn't your battle situation report say that those three red fox personnel were shot dead by you and Feng Dao on the spot? Why is that
Master Changtian and the others subdued those three bastards?"
When the little monk heard Li Dongsheng's question, he stared at him and said, "That's right, it was me and my master, my senior brother and I who captured the three bad guys. I... we didn't kill them on the spot."