"Are you going to keep staring at me like this to find out information? Use any tricks quickly, I'm sleepy!" Rong Tiejun looked at Song Jiahao who was in a daze. Although there was no clock in the room and he couldn't see the sun outside,
But an agent's unique concept of time told him that it was already late at night.
Rong Tiejun's voice brought Song Jiahao back from his memories. He looked at his watch, then turned and went out. "Be responsible for yourself. I still hope you can take the initiative to tell those things. That will make you feel better." Tiemen
After closing the door with a bang, Song Jiahao leaned against the door and sighed. When he raised his head, he found Fu Ming waiting for him outside the door.
"Did you ask for anything useful?" Fu Ming handed Song Jiahao a cigarette and then stuffed one into his own mouth.
"Nothing. He has received very strict training and doesn't seem to tell the truth easily." Song Jiahao took the cigarette, took out the lighter and was about to light it, but found that Fu Ming was stretching out his right hand, and the flames in his hand were burning.
Moving upwards, the wind in the underground prison corridor was strong, but the flames of the military windproof lighter could not be extinguished.
Song Jiahao was very surprised because the last time Fu Ming personally lit a cigarette for him was three years ago.
Song Jiahao took a deep drag on his cigarette. "Seeing Rong Tiejun reminded me of some things from the past."
"What happened in the past is long gone. Personnel from the General Staff Intelligence Office will arrive in Kinshasa in the early morning. They will accompany you for Rong Tiejun's interrogation." Fu Ming took a few puffs and threw away the cigarette butt.
"What?" Song Jiahao was stunned for a moment, "Your own people are judging your own people?"
Fu Ming shook his head, "Rong Tiejun doesn't seem to be wholeheartedly working for the General Staff Intelligence Office. The General Staff did not issue an order to collect UNTR secrets and assassinate Li Jingxue. Although I don't know if this is true... I would rather believe Leng
Jianbin."
"It's very possible that he's trying to confuse the public... What if he doesn't get any information on Rong Tiejun?"
"Of course I will kill him without hesitation. How can I keep an idle man in the prison, eating, drinking and sleeping for free?" Fu Ming yawned. "Get some rest early and interrogate him again tomorrow morning.
"Fu Ming waved and said to the guard next to him. "Keep an eye on the monitor and don't let him have the chance to commit suicide."
In fact, the table and chairs in the interrogation room had long been wrapped in soft materials, with no edges and corners at all, and the walls were also wrapped in plastic products. Unless Rong Tiejun could bite off his own tongue, or use his own
Only by having wrist veins and being able to avoid being detected by the monitor can you successfully commit suicide.
The guard saluted and watched Fu Ming leave.
After walking out of the underground prison, Fu Ming looked up at the black sky. The moonlight was very bright. From this location of the Trinuclear Heavy Industry Headquarters near the equator, he could most clearly observe the Milky Way on Earth.
The stars formed a long river in the sky, blinking continuously. There were no clouds in the sky, and it was much cooler in the evening. Fu Ming lit a second cigarette and walked slowly towards his residence.
"It turns out that it has been three years since Lao Song joined Fu's Trading and Transportation Company, and it has been really fast." Fu Ming said to himself.
Three years ago, New York, United States of America.
After a murder occurred at the Las Vegas airport, all flights were postponed and passengers were strictly scrutinized. Fu Ming did not hesitate to take the flight provided by the IADC branch without even refunding the ticket.
The vehicle arrived in New York. New York is an easier place to hide people. After all, compared with the money for air tickets, your own life is more important.
Fudong also immediately contacted him through his domestic network to see if there was any way to get Fu Ming out of the United States as soon as possible.
Fu Ming, who was in the safe house, was not so nervous now. Instead, he turned on the TV and paid attention to the Las Vegas Airport murder case a day ago.
The truth of the entire incident was covered up. The police only stated that it was a malicious revenge killing and did not mention the identity of the deceased. As for the cause of death, the police stated that the deceased was hit hard on the chest with a hammer, causing a ruptured heart.
Sudden death. But people present could clearly see that the deceased was punched hard from behind and then lay on the ground. There were no traces of a hammer!
The media are not fools. If it were in the past, someone would have dug out the truth and reported overwhelmingly. However, this time they honestly chose to remain silent. It seems to be the government's instruction.
"Boss, I guess the information that the defector has is not too important. The Americans didn't send anyone to protect him at all, and actually let him turn around on his own. This incident of the Chinese military sanctioning the defector is in full view of the public.
It happened next time, especially in a place like the airport. It was very public, as if it was to scare others." Xu Cheng looked at the picture on the TV and said, he poured a glass of water for Fu Ming. "That person, do we want to help him?
After all, he is a member of the Chinese government."
"I guess he has already left the country through other means. Even if he has not left, we don't need to worry about it. We haven't settled the accounts with him yet, but we can't even leave here because of their affairs!" Fu Mingshao
He turned off the TV with the remote control. There was a knock on the door, Matt and other members of the security force became alert, and Xu Cheng gently turned off the safety of the Type 92 pistol in his hand.
If the IADC personnel hadn't told them to leave, then someone else had found this place, and those other people had bad intentions.
"Who?" a member of the security forces asked in not particularly standard English.
The other party did not answer, but continued to knock on the door.
"This is starting to get interesting!" Fu Ming thought to himself. If it was an IADC employee, he would know the code. If the visitor was unkind, then the second knock on the door would not be with human hands, but with bullets or explosions.
It's installed. "Put the gun away and open the door."
Xu Cheng glanced at Fu Ming doubtfully, but still did as he was told. The security door creaked open, and the man outside was clutching his stomach and falling to the ground. Dark red blood slowly flowed from his fingers.
It seeped out and stained a large area of the ground red in a matter of seconds.
Fu Ming looked at the long blood stain outside and quickly asked members of the security force to clean up the things outside. Although this place was relatively remote and almost no one passed by, it was better to be careful.
When Fu Ming saw the man's face, he was shocked. This was the protagonist of the Las Vegas murder case a day ago. This Chinese soldier even bumped into Fu Ming.
"Xu Cheng, help the man quickly!" Fu Ming took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves and helped the man stop the bleeding.
"Boss, there's nothing going on outside. It seems he came here on his own. I only met you once, but he was able to chase you here..." Matt Adams closed the door and joined the rescue effort.
IADC personnel have reserved necessary medicines, first aid equipment, and even oxygen bottles and plasma in the safe house. It is still possible to perform a minor surgical operation.
An hour later, Xu Cheng took out a bullet from the man's waist. When he stuffed cotton wool into the wound, the effect of the anesthetic had just worn off. The man woke up in pain and looked at his wound and the ones on his hands.
Hang the needle in the bottle and understand immediately.
Although it was severe pain from the gunshot wound, the man did not cry out or even frown. He smiled and nodded to Fu Ming.
"Sir, I could tell from the first time I met you that you are a good person." Song Jiahao said to Ming in proficient English.
Fu Ming laughed, "Good people are not afraid of being censored at the airport. Thanks to you, I, a good person, can only hide here and wait for the limelight to pass before I can leave the United States. Speaking Chinese, we are all Chinese. You are a fool."
Soldier, I really want to know what is going on."
"This eldest brother is also a soldier. I think you have already guessed what happened here." The man looked at Xu Cheng who was putting a bandage on him. "Hello. We are all soldiers, and we are all
Chinese soldiers, I am honored and lucky to see you here, otherwise I would have died here. Oh, I am already dead. At least in their eyes."
Fu Ming frowned and looked at the man with a strange expression. "Were you injured by one of your own?" Although he knew that the man could not speak so much now and had to maintain his strength, he still thought about these things.
I know. And the man is in good condition now. A gunshot wound may be a huge injury to ordinary people, but to soldiers who can perform special tasks, it is nothing.
"When things came to light, the superiors didn't want to rescue me. They wanted to deal with me here and make me the scapegoat. My partner found me, but he couldn't do it. CIA showed up and they killed my partner and injured him.
I'm sorry, sir, I can only ask you for help. The above has already determined that I am a dead person. Don't worry, sir, even if you are a very evil person, the CIA and FBI have no time to track you down now. Their attention is focused on you.
On me. You saved my life, I owe you a favor." Song Jiahao knew in his heart that he had to die before this matter could be settled. But the heartbroken person didn't want him to really die, so he knew that he
His partner couldn't do anything, so he sent his partner over to make him disappear.
Fu Ming didn't ask how this man found him. This location was very hidden. Only those in charge of the security department in the IADC knew where the various safe houses in the world were. Now in Fu Ming's mind,
It was the image of this man punching the defector to death. From this point of view, it is not impossible for this man to track him down.
"Do you want your skills to disappear from now on?" Fu Ming suddenly had this idea. He took out a cigarette and stuffed it into Song Jiahao's mouth. "Nicotine is the best way to relieve labor pain."
"Slow suicide, but I like it." The man took a few puffs of cigarette. "Are you a gangster? Or a drug dealer?"