Chapter 932

As soon as Zhao Liangcheng was inspired, he got up to lead Yang Xiaobao and Qi Jianlin.

On the fifth floor of the police station, opening the iron gate of the detention area, Zhao Liangcheng pointed to the two rows of rooms on both sides of the corridor with his hand: "here it is."

"In which room?" Qi Jianlin was a little impatient. Before Yang Xiaobao spoke, he was the first to ask questions.

Zhao Liangcheng grinned: "every room is."

Seeing that Qi Jianlin seems a little confused, Zhao Liangcheng casually opens a peephole on the door of a detention room and signals Qi Jianlin and Yang Xiaobao to look inside.

Qi Jianlin took a close look and frowned. In an empty detention room, there was an iron fixed single bed. A small adult man was sleeping with his head covered. His head was hidden in the quilt.

Qi Jianlin looked back and reproached Zhao Liangcheng with a little reproach: "what's the matter with you?"

Zhao Liangcheng was a little confused. He thought that Qi Jianlin had some misunderstanding. He explained with a smile: "last night, according to the way Yang told us, our police station went out and arrested more than 20 people in one breath, but there was no time for trial, so they were locked up separately, waiting for Yang Ke to come over..."

As a matter of fact, half of this is reserved, but it's only about 20 criminals. Of course, it's not impossible for such a big police station to send people to interrogate. The real reason is still not dare to trial, also inconvenient to trial. Zhao Liangcheng is well aware that Yang Xiaobao has a lot of secret affairs on his back. As an old man who has been in the officialdom for 20 years, he certainly knows that if he should not know, he must not know this truth.

So after he and his subordinates arrested these suspects, he specially ordered that they should not be approached. He did not even do the most basic steps of identity verification, and waited for Yang Xiaobao to come.

"In order to keep secrets and prevent collusion of confessions, I have separated all these people... What you see is only one of them. I specially asked them to be held in these two rows of detention rooms." Zhao Liangcheng explained with a smile.

"Why make these Japanese birds so comfortable and let them sleep in the daytime with their heads covered?" Qi Jianlin gave Zhao Liangcheng an unhappy look: "do you really treat these foreigners as foreign guests or what? All of you, put on the shackles and handcuffs for me, and shut me up in the dark room one by one, waiting for the trial

Qi Jianlin had suffered a great loss under these Japanese people. He was worried that there was no place to vent his anger, so it was very uncomfortable to watch these people lead a comfortable and leisurely life.

Zhao Liangcheng quickly promised: "yes, yes. I'll do as you say later. "

Yang Xiaobao didn't bother to pay attention to Qi Jianlin's little emotion, so he didn't intervene. He just glanced at the detention room casually. He couldn't help but immediately changed his face and called out to Zhao Liangcheng: "it's not right. Open the door now! Open all the cells and search all the suspects! "

Yang Xiaobao is not sure what happened in the detention room, but with his instinctive intuition trained through years of life and death, he judges that there is something wrong in it

These Japanese are secret agents sent to China to perform their duties. Once they are captured, they are usually treated as belligerents, and they are not likely to receive any consular protection. The best thing for them is to go to jail. They have no hope of getting out of trouble when they squat in a strange foreign country.

These people can't and can't think of this. In such a desperate situation, they can still sleep like a hotel without a hotel. The people who can achieve such peace of mind are not normal people at all. Of course, they may not be living people any more.

However, Zhao Liangcheng didn't understand the seriousness of the situation and hesitated for a moment: "they have already searched their bodies. According to the procedure, all suspects will be searched as soon as they are caught... "

Yang Xiaobao had no time to explain. He yelled: "hurry up!"

Zhao Liangcheng was flustered. He quickly turned on the walkie talkie and gave an emergency order, asking his subordinates to open all the detention rooms. A big wave of uniformed police came up, opened the iron doors of each detention room, rushed in and arrested all the Japanese suspects in custody. However, it was too late. Two of them were gray and blue on the bed with their eyes closed. They couldn't get up any more. They had already died a long time ago, including the one Yang Xiaobao had just seen lying on the bed with his head covered.

It's no small matter that the suspects in custody suddenly died several times, all of them foreigners. Zhao Liangcheng was so surprised that he was at a loss. His face turned white and he said in a trembling voice, "what's the matter?"

Yang Xiaobao's eyes were like electricity. He gave a cold glance at the Japanese who were ordered by the police to stand in two rows against the wall. These people have different feelings of God, some of them are frightened, some of them are calm, some of them are rebellious, and their nostrils are looking at the sky. But without exception, everyone kept his mouth shut.

Yang Xiaobao thought a little, immediately heart bright, coldly said: "they have a reputation in the mouth."

Qi Jianlin came close to a grim faced Japanese man and sucked his nose hard. He faintly smelled the smell of bitter almonds and his face changed: "potassium cyanide."

Of course, Qi Jianlin has heard and seen the great name of potassium cyanide. This kind of thing is extremely toxic, as long as half a grain of rice size of a little amount, enough to poison ten adults.

The most fatal thing is that once the entrance, there is almost no possibility of survival. Because of its extremely strong toxicity and portability, it has always been a necessary good product for military intelligence agents of all countries to travel at home and kill people, including their own mouths. A common practice is to make potassium cyanide into a small capsule embedded in the alveolar, once the agent is captured by the enemy, it can immediately self terminate.

Qi Jianlin's mind turned quickly, and his hand reacted more quickly. He raised his hand and slapped the nearest Japanese man. He hit him so hard that his chin was dislocated on the spot. He yelled at Zhao Liangcheng, who was still in a daze, and the police with a confused face: "what are you doing! Take off their chins for me

Zhao Liangcheng woke up like a dream and immediately called the police to follow him and press the Japanese to the wall. They don't have Qi Jianlin's sharp technique. They can dislocate the Chins of these Japanese people with a slap. They can only squeeze their mouths and stop them from swallowing and chewing. A few policemen even put their hands into these people's mouths in a hurry.

"Well, there's no need for that." Yang Xiaobao just found out that some of these Japanese people committed suicide by taking poison. He felt a little angry, but now he calmed down and said faintly, "these people didn't commit suicide by taking poison just now, and now they won't do it any more - they're just cowards."

These understatement is a cruel humiliation, like a heavy slap on the face of these Japanese people. One by one, the No. 20 and No. 30 men were full of pig liver color, clenching their teeth and holding their breath. It seemed that they had a strong impulse to fight for a breath to find a death, but they still didn't have the courage.

Yang Xiaobao waved his hand and motioned to Zhao Liangcheng to ask his police to release all the Japanese. There was no need to pinch his mouth to prevent the other party from biting the capsule and committing suicide. The next thing to say was about the secret underground contest between the two countries' militaries, which was not convenient for the police to hear.

Yang Xiaobao tilted his eyes and glanced contemptuously at these frustrated Japanese people. He said, "if I guess correctly, they are all death squads sent to China by Japan. Their mission is to end themselves if they fail and are captured, not to reveal organizational secrets and not to cause trouble to their country.

It's a pity that you are not only stupid people who didn't do it, but also prisoners who passed the test. That's all. Who didn't make a mistake? But you are not only stupid, but also brave. What death squads? There are only two people who really dare to die. What's more, they hesitated for a long time before they really wanted to die... "

Qi Jianlin sneered: "yes, after all, it's just some counsellors." Then he exchanged a glance with Yang Xiaobao, and deliberately said: "I don't think these people need to be examined. They are all counsellors. Can they still examine a flower? It's easier to just die. "

Of course, it's offensive. Since the other party is afraid of death, it's frightening. Sure enough, some of the Japanese people who understood some of the Chinese language immediately turned pale, and their eyes were filled with fear. Another part of them who didn't understand the Chinese language also guessed Qi Jianlin's meaning from the change of his companion's look, which was also a big change in his face.

"Don't worry, before killing them, I have to let these people recognize me clearly - they will be ghosts in the future, and it's convenient to get revenge on me, isn't it?" Yang Xiaobao joked and walked past the Japanese standing in two rows against the corridor wall.

Every time he comes to a person, Yang Xiaobao will stop for a moment, smile to recognize himself, but look at each other carefully. Until he had recognized all the faces of the Japanese, he didn't find the person he was looking for.

"Director Zhao, you are missing one person." Yang Xiaobao turned around and looked at Zhao Liangcheng, frowned and said, "you've got a net full of fish, but you've got the biggest one!"

The biggest fish, of course, is the Japanese leader who negotiated with Yang Xiaobao in Luyu teahouse. Yang Xiaobao didn't know his name, but only remembered his appearance - he was calm and calm, and other Japanese people were absolutely obedient to him, only he was the leader. Yang Xiaobao has ample reasons to suspect that his real status is even above Matsumoto Kiyoshi, the unjust ghost who fell from a building and died.