MTL - My Spy Years-Chapter 22 Red Party Teco-Red Team-Chenzhou!

  Chapter 22 Red Party Special Section-Red Team-Chenzhou!

  Cheng Qianfan snorted, he could tell that Lao Mo was risking his life for his money.

   "Last chance, if there is any more concealment, I will pull the trigger." Cheng Qianfan said coldly.

"No, I dare not. I'll tell you everything. On the fifth day of every month, I go to the Huichang Teahouse in the Town God's Temple to have tea. Every time, there are three seats. Put the token on the table and put it away, and someone will come on time." Deposit the money into my account at HSBC."

   "The name of the Japanese secret service you work for?"

   "I don't know." Lao Mo shook his head.

   "What is the word behind this token? What does it mean?"

   "Words? I don't know, isn't this just for receiving money?"

   "How did you participate in the Japanese actions?" Cheng Qianfan said, suddenly stuffed the towel into Lao Mo's mouth again, picked up the handle of the gun and smashed it directly on Lao Mo's hand, "Tell the truth."

  Old Mo whimpered in pain, and didn't dare to hide and evade any more.

  …

   At the beginning, the Japanese just arranged for him to do small things after inquiring about news.

  As he does more and more things, he provides more and more 'funds' every month.

   Later, it was Lao Mo who took the initiative to provide intelligence to the Japanese, tipped off the information, until he directly participated in the operation of Japan Special.

   "Did you bring the Japanese to commit the murder on Maggie Road last year?" Cheng Qianfan asked in a deep voice.

  Old Mo hesitated for a while, this was the first time that the other party specifically asked about something, and he couldn't figure out what the other party meant.

"Don't worry, we know that the Red Party is the one who died. We are the Secret Service. It's too late to catch them." Cheng Qianfan patted Lao Mo's cheek, "It's just that we have been investigating these two people, and we didn't expect to be robbed by you. First."

  Old Mo breathed a sigh of relief, yes, although the Secret Service mainly fights with the Japanese now, they also do the job of arresting the Red Party.

   "It was I who found out that there was something wrong with those two girls and told the Japanese."

   "What's wrong?"

"I knew that the house was rented by the two women, and there was no man in the house, so I would have lost all my money, so I sneaked in to see if there was anything valuable, and I saw anti-Japanese propaganda leaflets in the house." Old Mo Enduring the pain, he smiled obsequiously, "Mr. Mo, I also cleared up the chaotic party for the party and the country, so it can be considered a meritorious service."

   "I will consider this situation as appropriate." Cheng Qianfan felt resentful in his heart, and he was sure that it was this traitor who defected to the Japanese who killed Aunt Luo and the two anti-Japanese lesbians!

   There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he asked with great interest, "Did you do it when you acted?"

   "At first I was out on the lookout."

"and after?"

   "Then they told me to go in."

   "What are you doing in there?"

   "They grabbed that short-haired bitch, I went up and dealt with it."

   "How did you solve it?"

"The one strangled to death with a belt is the belt next to my bed. It's a French product. I don't want to throw it away." Old Mo smiled with his swollen face, "Mr. Mo, I also eradicated the chaotic party with my own hands, and I established the country for the party. achievement."

   "It's not up to me to make contributions to the party and the country." Cheng Qianfan chuckled, "It depends on your performance."

   "Mr. Mo, I, I don't understand what you mean." Old Mo swallowed.

  …

   "You understand." Cheng Qianfan showed a playful smile, "Officer Mo, your account seal at HSBC, you should understand what I mean."

  Based on Cheng Qianfan's understanding, it is impossible for Lao Mo to use his real name for this account.

   This kind of shady money is most likely to be deposited and withdrawn in secret, and anyone who takes a seal and reports the name of the account can withdraw money.

  Old Mo was silent. For this kind of person, asking for his money made him feel more uncomfortable than asking for his life.

"Officer Mo, don't bring money with you when you are born, or take it with you when you die." Cheng Qianfan sneered, "With this money, you are a traitor who worked for the Japanese special forces. So, I'm sorry, the purpose of our Secret Service Yes, there is absolutely no mercy for traitors."

   As he spoke, Cheng Qianfan put the muzzle of the gun directly on Lao Mo's forehead, "I'm sorry, Officer Mo, go all the way."

   "I'll say it, I'll say it." Lao Mo trembled with fear, "There is a cassette under my bedside table, and the seal is inside."

  After saying this sentence, Lao Mo's face was ashen, as if half of his life had been removed.

   "You don't have to drink a toast." Cheng Qianfan snorted coldly, groped at the bottom of the bedside table, removed the wooden board, and found a small box.

  Open it and see that there is indeed a small seal inside.

  …

   "Very well, that's right." Cheng Qianfan chuckled, "It's just that Officer Mo, based on what we know about you, you don't have much money in this account. If you want to rely on this to save your life, it's not enough."

   "I suspect that there are still people in the patrol room."

   "You doubt?"

  “The Japanese don’t trust me completely, I always feel that they know my every move.”

   "Why the doubt?"

   "Mr. Mo, you should have heard a little about what I used to do. I am very sensitive to the feeling of being stared at."

  Cheng Qianfan nodded and understood what Lao Mo meant.

   "Do you have anyone you suspect?"

   "Cheng Qianfan, this kid has been at odds with me." Lao Mo gritted his teeth.

   "Cheng Qianfan, yes, I see." Cheng Qianfan was secretly surprised, he didn't expect Lao Mo to suspect that he was working for the Japanese.

  He secretly alerted himself, whether there were some behaviors that he didn't notice in his daily life that would easily arouse the suspicion of others. Of course, it could also be that this old Mo didn't deal with him and deliberately made false accusations.

   "And Liu Bo."

   Cheng Qianfan was quite shocked, because Lao Mo actually suspected Liu Bo.

   "Why suspect this person?"

   "I went to the teahouse early one time, and saw a person leaving in front of me. From the back, he looked like Liu Bo." Lao Mo said.

  Cheng Qianfan showed a thoughtful expression.

  People like Lao Mo rely on their quick eyesight and quick hands to pickpocket and pick locks.

  The eyes that look at people are naturally the best. He said that the image on the back is Liu Bo. If this sentence excludes the possibility of Lao Mo deliberately talking nonsense and accusing falsehoods in order to survive, it is indeed worth noting.

  Cheng Qianfan has a very good impression of Liu Bo. In his impression, Liu Bo is a policeman with a bottom line, and he usually takes good care of him.

   It's just that knowing people, knowing faces but not knowing people's hearts, maybe it's because I have a good impression of Liu Bo, so I haven't noticed some details.

  Old Mo's words, he remembered.

  …

   "Anything else?"

   "No more, no more, what I know, guess, what should be said, what should not be said, I have said it all." Old Mo begged for mercy, "Mr. Mo, please let me go."

   "Well." Cheng Qianfan nodded, "Your attitude is good, I'm quite satisfied."

   As he spoke, he stepped forward and pulled out the belt at the head of the bed, looked at it, "This belt is not bad."

   "French, high-end." Although he didn't understand why the other party was interested in the belt, Lao Mo said flatteringly, "If you don't mind it, just take it."

   "I like it, I like it very much." Cheng Qianfan came to Lao Mo's side in two steps, and directly wrapped the belt around Lao Mo's neck.

   "Mr. Mo, what are you doing?" Old Mo was terrified.

   "Officer Mo, I forgot to tell you." Cheng Qianfan suddenly tightened his belt, "I'm not from the Secret Service."

  Old Mo pedaled his legs hard, his eyeballs protruded, and before he finally fell into endless darkness, he vaguely heard:

   Red Party Special Section, Red Team, Chenzhou, under the order of the organization, eradicate the traitor Mo Shouli!

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