Xiao Che has been dealing with matters in the Eastern Province recently and cannot return to the capital.
Having captured so many key enemy agents, they need to be thoroughly interrogated. After the interrogation, they'll have to be executed, and then there are all the other members of the group who helped out; the follow-up matters all need to be handled.
Most importantly, Dong Guangming has not yet been caught.
However, he had already reported it to Kyoto, and Kyoto issued a nationwide arrest warrant.
Dong Guangming is now practically a commander without troops; he has no one left who can be of use.
Xiao Che is currently interrogating enemy agents in a space that has been cleared out to serve as a temporary prison.
Not everyone has the courage to face death, and some are simply knocked unconscious, their fighting ability removed, and taken away.
There are plenty of interrogation methods available, and if all else fails, he still has the poison and antidote his wife prepared for him.
In this way, the last clue was uncovered.
Kang Chengxin was also there; he picked up the written interrogation record and began to read it.
"It seems you guessed right. Their reach is indeed quite extensive. It's time to clean up those who have been used or turned by them."
Xiao Che took it and looked at it. "When we were in Baipo Village, there was no witness or physical evidence to prove that there was a mine in Baipo Village, but they were able to produce a mining permit report. Based on this alone, some people here are definitely not clean."
"Alright, I'll write a report request. Next, I'll have to trouble Uncle Kang to arrest them."
Kang Chengxin nodded nonchalantly, "Yeah, if you're going to help someone, you should help them to the end, I understand." Most importantly, this arrest mission allowed him and his men to get out of the woods.
He went out happily.
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On the other side, Dong Guangming exchanged the old farmer's clothes and dry food and water with the surrounding villagers and prepared to set off.
He can't take the train or the car now, so he had no choice but to secretly buy a second-hand bicycle from the black market.
He hunched over, mimicking the posture of an old farmer, and combined with his current appearance, he truly resembled him perfectly.
He continued along the sparsely populated areas, but he didn't have much food or water. Occasionally, when he couldn't hunt or find water, he would have to go to the villages to exchange with the villagers. Wherever there were people, he could see wanted posters with his own photo plastered all along the way, which made him feel uneasy.
"If this continues, I'll be caught sooner or later..."
His eyes hardened, and he raised his hand to touch the burn on his face. He had burned it off himself to cover up the crescent-shaped scar that the director of the research institute had discovered.
It seems he'll have to try again.
In the evening, he stopped at the foot of a mountain, went into the mountains to hunt a pheasant, plucked its feathers, gutted it, and then roasted it over a fire to eat.
The only seasoning he used was salt, but fortunately the pheasant was so delicious that it was very fragrant and tasty with just a little salt.
But he couldn't taste the food; he ate only to maintain his bodily functions.
After finishing the pheasant, he coldly picked up a burning stick from the fire, its flames extinguished and only glowing red. The flickering light illuminated his aged face, making his eyes appear even more ruthless.
With a burst of energy, he raised his hand and slammed the stick directly into his face. The pain made him convulse, but he didn't stop.
He doesn't have any anti-inflammatory medication right now, so he can only burn the outside of the oven. Plus, the weather is cold now, so it shouldn't get infected. Even if it does get infected, he has a way to deal with it.
"The current speed is too slow..."
He can't keep riding his bicycle every day anymore; the speed is too slow, and he's not satisfied.
It seems he needs to think of something.
The next morning, he was covered in dirt, had injuries on his face, and looked utterly disheveled.
He arrived at the station, wanting to take a bus, but he had no letter of introduction or identification, so he had to find another way.
He grinned, a silly grin on his face, and grabbed the ticket seller's hand, refusing to let go. "Hehe, take the bus, take the bus, to the hospital, the hospital..."
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