Peake read the last page of the pile of documents in his hand, put the document next to him, held it with his fist, and stared at Johnson opposite.
Peake was sitting on the edge of the table.
"Is it true?"
Johnson shrugged.
Chandler, who was standing near the door, looked at them and asked, "Do you want to bring him over? Or go to the interrogation room?"
He knew that Peake often did not play his cards according to the rules, and would most likely not go to the interrogation room, but would use his own office, thus giving the interrogated person a wrong psychological perception. So he asked this question.
Pique pondered for a moment, then turned his attention to Johnson, meaning, you decide your soldiers.
Johnson understood, but just spread his hands and kicked the ball back.
Chandler understood, leaned towards the door and snapped his fingers.
Two Asan patrol officers came over and saluted, "Sir."
Chandler was too lazy to speak and pointed to the interrogation room and then into the room.
The two Asan patrol officers were also very understanding and silently saluted and left.
After a while, the dragon was escorted to the house.
Fang Fanglong was a little confused when he saw this formation, especially the man in casual clothes sitting on the edge of the desk, which made him feel an invisible oppression. However, in just a moment, he regained his composure. He was wearing handcuffs.
, performed a military salute in a circle.
Isn't it strange that there are so many people?
Chandler nodded to the two patrolmen Asan. The patrolman lifted the house dragon to the edge of the sofa and sat down. He saluted everyone in the room, then quickly left and closed the office door.
"Are you a local?" Peake didn't look at the house. He was twirling the fingers of his left hand in front of his eyes, and the fist of his right hand was still punching the pile of documents.
"Sir, we're from Shajiabang." Fang Fanglong was startled, and then said eagerly without thinking. He was completely confused by the battle. This was completely different from the routine of a regular interrogation, from the environment to the content, as he had originally thought.
"Tell me, how did you betray a brother from a platoon of your national army who was recovering from injuries there?" Peake's tone was like a child who wants to hear a story before going to bed, but his words were awkward and difficult to pronounce.
"I, I don't understand what sir means. I don't understand."
"Really?" Peake's tone was still unusually calm, which surprised both Johnson and Chandler as they wondered what he was going to do next.
"Yes, sir. I don't understand." Fang Fanglong looked confused.
"I know you will say that. Please listen carefully next, this question is very long."
The house dragon subconsciously stretched its neck and stared at Pique who stopped talking.
Pique turned his fist into a palm and pulled out a piece of paper, "You are from Shajiabang, so who lives at No. 3 Chunyang Lane, Lane 157, Wusong Road, Hongkou?"
"What do you want to do?" Fang Fanglong asked almost pleadingly.
"You heard what I said." Pique put the paper in his hand back, took the phone on the table, put it on his lap, and dialed.
"Lieutenant Van Fleet."
"I am, sir. The person you are looking for, Zhai Yuying at No. 3 Chunyang Lane, Lane 157, Wusong Road, has been found. It is with me."
"You can't do this, sir." the house dragon wailed.
"Send her here immediately." Pique ignored Fang Fang Long's cry and gave the order to the other party. He hung up the phone and put the phone back where it was before he said to Fang Fang Long, "Your mother knows those who used to be there."
Were the heroes who fought bloody battles on the front line betrayed to the Japanese by you? Do you know what happened to them in the end? A dozen seriously injured people were shot on the spot, and the rest were sent to Nanyang to work as coolies repairing fortifications.
labor!"
"Well, that wasn't me, it was Wang Yidong's loyal and loyal National Salvation Army who did it. It really wasn't me, sir."
"Treat us with the tin soldiers. How did you know the secrets of the tin soldiers, and how did you get the tin soldiers? How did you get the information about the first destination of the previous graduates of the cooperative institute, and who was your contact?
People?" Pique asked tightly.
"I don't understand, sir, I really don't understand." Fang Fanglong's voice still contained a cry, but his tone was very firm.
"You don't have to understand." Peake said lightly, then waved to Chandler.
Chandler stood up and greeted the two Asan patrol officers.
Patrolman Ah San came in, one still holding shackles.
Chandler nodded at them.
One patrolman Ah San grabbed the handcuffs, and the other bent down to put the shackles on his feet.
The pistol on the shackled Ah San's waist was dangling in front of the dragon in the house.
Fang Fang Long's face was stern, his eyes were like lightning, he quickly swept across the whole place, grabbed the handle of the gun and pulled it out, his shoulder bumped into Ah San beside him. The muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at Chandler.
Chandler slowly raised his hand, "You can't leave."
"Step aside!"
Ah San, who was wearing shackles, put his hands in his pockets, rolled along, and slowly stood up with his fists raised.
The house dragon waved his gun to signal Chandler and Patrolman Ah San, who was knocked staggering and barely able to stand, to stand next to Ah San who was shackled.
Chandler and Asan followed the instructions and moved over slowly.
"I want your car!" Fang Fanglong shouted towards Johnson, his eyes scanning Chandler and the two Asan patrolmen in front of him.
Peake sat on the edge of his desk, staring at the ground, motionless.
Johnson reached into his pocket, slowly took out the keys and threw them over.
But he was caught by patrolman Ah San who was wearing shackles.
Fang Fanglong waved his gun at Asan, "Bring it here!"
Ah San had a weird smile on his face and opened his right fist.
The bullet fell from the fingers.
The house dragon's face changed, his eyes widened, and he shook open the magazine.
Oh my gosh!
Damn it, this one is not very harmful, but very insulting!
The dragon in the house screamed in agony.
Ah San rushed towards him, with one hand he pushed the unloaded gun away from the dragon in the house, and with one hand he punched the dragon in front of the door.
"boom!"
The house dragon abandoned his gun and covered his face.
Nosebleeds instantly popped out between my fingers.
"Give you a chance, idiot!" Ah San muttered after taking back the gun, and bent down to pick up the bullets on the ground.
"boom!"
Peake's gun went off.
Ah San, who had picked up the bullet, fell to the ground in response, with red and white stuff spraying out from the hole in the back of his head.
The whole room was filled with astonishment, and except for the echo of gunshots, there was silence.
The house dragon covered his face tightly, as if his soul had left his body, and his legs could not stop shaking.
Another patrolman, Ah San, was already shaking like chaff.
Chandler also subconsciously jumped three steps away.
Johnson grasped the armrests of the armchair with both hands, stared at Peake, and moved his lips violently.
Pique looked around, pointed at the house dragon with the muzzle of the gun that was still emitting a faint green smoke, and growled: "He is a soldier, a soldier! Do you understand?!"
He rushed to the living Ah San and raised his chin with the muzzle of his gun.
Ah San closed her eyes tightly, and the muscles on her face were trembling.
Peake pointed the muzzle of his gun upward again, "Open your eyes and look at me!"
Inspector Ah San struggled several times before opening his eyes, which were as terrifying as seeing the god of death.
Pique grabbed him by the chest and shook him wildly, "Do you understand?!"
Ah San still looked at Pique in horror and shook his head twice. He felt something was wrong again and nodded hurriedly, "I understand, I understand, sir."
Pique's men gave him a hard slap and pushed him out of the house, where he fell backwards.
Panting, Van Fleet jumped and escaped. After standing still, he stood at attention and saluted.