Wanting to incriminate

Author: The bear skimming the treetops

Wanting to incriminate

Lao Jia was calm after all. He took a step forward and carefully asked the agent: "Sir, what happened to my little brother named Fang?"

"I don't know." The agent said angrily, "Whether he is alive or dead, that all depends on the above sentence. If you want to know, go out and ask."

A small policeman shot and killed an important target of the action team. Team leader Wu lost his temper, and deputy team leader Zhang also had a sullen look on his face. As a result, all their brothers had to take a detour, and there was no good thing in front of Lao Jia and the police.

The facial expression is also a matter of course.

Lao Jia smiled awkwardly and looked at Jiang Jin again, only to see that there were still tears in the corners of his eyes. He wanted to comfort him but didn't know what to say, so he had to follow the agent in silence towards the end of the corridor.

"Old...Old Jia, is it really possible now..." Jiang Jin asked in a hoarse voice.

"No, no, Xiao Fang will definitely turn danger into good fortune..." Lao Jia was extremely panicked when he was arrested, and the agents also took action. At this time, he was walking with a limp, and he was also confused about this matter.

, whether he is alive or dead, he must say something.

Jiang Jin's heart moved: "The section chief must know his information, and only if the section chief speaks can they be lenient."

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible. After being "invited" to Lincheng Station, Zhou Xingang had not been with them. He must have been anxiously running up and down about Fang's current affairs.

He said excitedly: "Old Jia, do you think so? I heard you say that the section chief has a good relationship with the people here."

He hoped to get Lao Jia's affirmative answer.

"Maybe!" Lao Jia nodded silently. In theory, the only one who can speak for Fang now is Zhou Xingang, but how much weight can Zhou Xingang's words carry? Even if the director himself takes action, he is not sure.

"I know Xiaofang... he won't die, no... he will definitely..." Jiang Jin was already incoherent.

However, this time, Lao Jia did not answer. He frowned, as if he was thinking about something.

Jiang Jin looked at Lao Jia, tears welling up in his eyes again.

In an office, Jiang Jin took the pen from a secret agent, his fingers trembling slightly, signed his name, pressed his fingerprints, and received his weapons and personal belongings.

However, there was no feeling of joy in his heart, but instead there was a hint of guilt.

It's like the two of them had originally agreed to celebrate a good friend's birthday, but before the good friend arrived, he secretly ate the cake first.

It was clear that he had regained his freedom, but he still had the urge to turn around and return to the solitary room or even prison.

At this time, Lao Jia saw an acquaintance, Ding San, and approached him. Unable to restrain his curiosity, he asked, "Brother, we have all been released. Is it because the matter has been cleared up?"

Jiang Jin, who was following behind him, immediately looked at Ding San.

"That should be the case, otherwise why would I let you all go? Lao Jia, what do you think you did? You killed all of us!" Ding San complained.

Jiang Jin poked Lao Jia on the back. Lao Jia understood and said to Ding San: "Yes, yes, we are all brothers, right? In this way, after you have been busy for a while, I will put a drink at Taibai Residence to make amends!"

Ding San smiled happily after hearing this. In fact, he was not even involved in this mission.

Lao Jia asked again: "I also have a little brother named Fang. I wonder how he is doing now?"

Ding San didn't want to say anything, but thinking about the food and drinks in Taibai Building, he weighed it in his mind and whispered: "I heard from the brothers in the building that the little policeman was still in the team leader's office ten minutes ago. However,

I don’t know what to do with him next.”

"Thank you, thank you so much!" Lao Jia smiled and handed over his hand.

Jiang Jin was very excited after hearing this, and almost cried with joy. This meant that Fang should still be alive now.

However, Ding San's next words made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his joyful expression instantly froze.

"Old Jia, listen to my advice. It's best not to get involved in this matter. Even the top people are watching this matter. The water is deep!"

Ding San said and pointed to the top. He was just a low-level secret agent and knew very little. But he had been in the secret service for a long time and had become as skilled as a monkey. Although everything was based on speculation, it was

Inseparable, "That little brother of yours may have to shed his skin even if he doesn't die!"

Jiang Jin motioned for Lao Jia to ask again, but Lao Jia knew that they could not ask anymore. The less they knew about this matter, the better.

At this time, another agent hurried over and whispered a few words to Ding San. After hearing this, Ding San's expression changed drastically, and he didn't even bother to say hello to Lao Jia, and left in a hurry with the man.

Lao Jia took Jiang Jin's arm and said, "Let's go back and wait for Xin'er."

…

What happened in Wu Jianguang's office was naturally not something that the spies could know.

In fact, even Zhou Xingang didn't know what happened inside.

Fang was now brought into Wu Jianguang's office by Brother Luo Xihu. Luo Xiu had already explained to him that inside were the two chief and deputy leaders of the Lincheng Station Operation Team of the Secret Service.

Fortunately, I already had the answer in my mind, otherwise my legs would tremble when I saw these two notorious spy leaders.

Fang now quickly looked at the two spy chiefs in the room. Wu Jianguang was sitting on the executive chair, but his height was estimated to be no more than 1.65 meters. He had a red face, a clean shave, a fat chin, and an upper body that almost reached the height of 1.65 meters.

The white shirt is bursting.

A military jacket hangs on the hanger behind him, and the two yellow three-dimensional stars on the collar badge are particularly conspicuous in the sunlight.

Wu Jianguang was playing with a delicate American lighter in his hand, lighting it, closing it, lighting it again... Those goldfish-like eyes were squinting at Fang Jin's facial expression from time to time.

Fang now knows that this is the person who can decide his life or death!

But at this time, Wu Jianguang was not as content as he seemed on the surface.

Although he tried his best to stay calm, the muscles at the corners of his brows and lips were tense all the time. It was now obvious at a glance that the team leader was under great pressure.

It was Zhang Xinhua who spoke first. He didn't make any pleasantries and went straight to the point: "What I'm going to ask you next are top secrets related to the party and the country. You have only two choices, either tell the truth or go back and wait to die.

"

He has a straight face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, is tall and strong, and is quite imposing in his movements.

When Fang heard it now, he found out that this person was exactly the person who yelled at him just before he fainted. No wonder his tone was so loud. He turned out to be the deputy leader of the action team.

He lowered his head and remained silent, knowing that the other party did not need to answer, but was just confirming the dominance of the conversation.

Zhang Xinhua said again: "Fang Jin, was it you who fired the shot in Yihuchun? Why did you shoot? Do you know the deceased?"

He spoke very quickly, like a rapid-fire barrage of words.

"It was...the shot fired by a lowly official, but...but the lowly official was for self-protection..." Fang Xin's voice trembled, and after finishing speaking, he quickly lowered his head, with an attitude of fear, fear, and humility. This is a small policeman.

The agent's instinctive reaction when he saw the spy leader.

But what he didn't expect was that Zhang Xinhua suddenly showed a fierce look in his eyes, took a few steps forward, took out his gun and put it on his forehead: "Tell me, who ordered you to kill?"
Chapter completed!