Zheng Haishan said to his teammates behind him, "Find the local police officer. I need information about the newspaper vendor at the newsstand. Then, find his neighborhood committee based on his address to get a complete picture of his identity."

Then he used the walkie-talkie to instruct the person keeping watch to stay close.

Several large vans were parked on the perimeter, and a team of armed personnel were waiting inside the vans.

Zheng Haishan waited for news in the car.

About half an hour later, a colleague came over, opened the car door, and said, "Team Leader Zheng, the newspaper vendor's name is Li Hanwei, he's 63 years old. According to the neighborhood committee, he's a native of the area. He used to work at the Xincun Road post office, and after retiring, he took over this newsstand, selling newspapers, magazines, drinks, cigarettes, and the like."

Zheng Haishan listened with a frown. Judging from the information, there seemed to be nothing wrong with the newspaper seller!

"Make a call. Tell them something happened to Qingniao." After Zheng Haishan finished speaking, a team member took out his phone and dialed the number.

Not far from the newsstand are public telephones, all of which are newly installed coin-operated public telephones from last year.

The shrill telephone rang for a long time, but neither passersby nor the people at the newsstand responded.

When the call was repeated a second time, Li Hanwei, the newspaper vendor, came out of his newsstand, walked over shakily, and answered the phone: "Hello, who are you looking for?"

"Hello, Bluebird asked me to tell you that something happened to her."

"What? Say it again, are you deaf?"

"Something happened to the Bluebird."

Who died?

The team member who made the call hung up, and the conversation was heard by everyone in the carriage.

It seems that the phone number approach is wrong.

Just as everyone was preparing to evacuate, news came from the reconnaissance personnel ahead.

"Team Leader Zheng, we've spotted a small target."

Zheng Haishan quickly picked up his binoculars to observe the newsstand. He saw a young man in his thirties appear at the newsstand. He first took out a bottle of beverage from a styrofoam box, opened the cap and drank it. Then he sat down in the newsstand to read a magazine.

When Li Hanwei returned after making the call, he saw the conversation between the two.

"Reconnaissance, what are they saying?"

"It seemed like the young man asked Li Hanwei where he had been. I didn't catch a few of the lip movements, but that was roughly the gist of it."

Who is that young man?

His son, Li Qiangbin, works at an aluminum plant.

Then we saw Li Qiangbin come out of the newsstand, walk directly to the public phone booth, take out a coin, and prepare to make a call.

Zheng Haishan said, "I need to know what was being said and who was being called."

"I'll contact the telecommunications bureau right away." The staff member in the carriage quickly went to make a call.

Someone has already notified the investigators to conduct a close-range reconnaissance. It's like someone passing by, preparing to make a phone call, and waiting in line.

The investigators' walkie-talkies can pick up sound. Clear audio will be extracted later using technical means.

External noise and other ambient sounds all require noise reduction and optimization.

When Li Qiangbin hung up the phone, the investigator pretended to approach and also took out a coin to make a phone call.

Li Qiangbin even turned his head to look at him a few more times.

One minute later, the processed audio played: "Bluebird called and said he's dead."

Zheng Haishan revealed a long-lost smile. He said, "Arrest them!"

There was no need for any deployment at all. Three or four cars drove directly to the newsstand, and after getting out of the cars, they took control of the person.

Both the old man and the young boy were arrested.

Li Hongwei was a key target. When the commando team caught him, they first pinched his mouth shut, checked him over, and then tapped his teeth with a steel bar.

Those who weren't loose were handcuffed immediately. At this point, Li Qiangbin was still shouting.

As for Li Hanwei, he was much more honest.

In the interrogation room, Li Qiangbin was handcuffed to a chair, his body completely restrained.

"What are you doing here? Why are you arresting me? I know your bureau chief, Lao Fan, very well. I'm telling you, release me right now, or you'll regret it," Li Qiangbin said arrogantly, sitting in the interrogation chair.

Zheng Haishan gave a wink to the teammate next to him, who immediately understood and stepped forward, rolled up his notebook, and slapped it into his mouth.

"Someone's being assaulted! The police are assaulting someone!"

The more he shouted, the more he was whipped, and the more violently he was whipped.

When blood blisters appeared on his mouth and teeth, the team member stopped, returned to his seat, glanced at the notebook, threw it away, and then got a new one.

Zheng Haishan stood up, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and put it in Li Hanwei's mouth, saying, "You don't have to answer my questions, but we'll use our methods against you. As long as you answer our questions properly, I guarantee you won't be harmed."

We're from the Special Affairs Division; the local authorities can't interfere, and that Director Fan you mentioned has even less authority over us.

First, answer me a question: Who is the Bluebird?

"I don't know what you're talking about? What bluebird?"

"You won't shed a tear until you see the coffin, huh! Fine, you there, get to the point." Zheng Haishan said, then sat back down.

Some people won't speak up until they bleed or feel pain; they have to suffer and be covered in wounds before they honestly confess.

Those who work in special operations are always dealing with external threats, so they are much more ruthless. Once they've been hit, that's it.

When Li Hanwei couldn't take it anymore, he said, "I'll talk, I'll talk, stop using those methods."

The response was: "It's not time yet? Hang in there a little longer! We always follow a schedule when we use our methods."

Well, Li Qiangbin fainted immediately after hearing that.

A bucket of cold water was poured over him, which finally brought Li Qiangbin back to his senses.

Zheng Haishan lit a cigarette and asked, "Tell me, how did you meet Qingniao? What kind of person is she?"

“I’ve only seen Qingniao once, he was masked…” Before he could finish, Zheng Haishan said, “Continue with the methods.”

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