"He didn't resist?"
The person who spoke was Uncle Zhao. He followed over and really couldn't understand. Was it going to end so simply?
Are they able to come here and lurk, or have they stayed with them for a few years, trained for several years without resisting?
"He was hiding behind me, and I slashed him, but who would have thought it would go right into his belly. You didn't get in, his intestines were all over the floor, and he didn't even realize his gun was missing. It was disgusting to be squatting there picking up his intestines."
The paid escort behind was shouting outside.
"Hurry up, use something to block him up. We have to interrogate him when we get back! Don't let him die here. This will do, let's use it!"
Jiang Cha watched them stuff it in their underwear. He didn't know where it came from, but it took talent to find it.
When they returned to Qing City, Jiang Cha was being questioned while receiving an IV drip.
"How did you know something was wrong?"
Avoidance Policy Uncle Zhao and the others were not there, and the person who came to ask questions was an unfamiliar man.
"I've been to the Friendship Store, and the foreigners there said 'chocolate' in English, which sounds very similar to how we pronounce it. The other day in Zhengzhou, he gave me a piece of chocolate, not in English, but with a strange pronunciation.
The woman in the kitchen was Korean and didn't speak Chinese. When I asked her if she had any more chocolate, her pronunciation was completely different from his. If you listen carefully, the Korean woman's voice is a little stiff, while the man's is laced with English, with a very strange pronunciation.
Jiang Cha had watched too many Korean dramas before, and the Koreans' English was excellent. Their lives were comparable to those of the people next door, and she could only discern a slight difference between them and the Koreans.
The only thing left is that our Koreans look better than Koreans. According to scientific research, the genes of the Korean population are becoming more and more complex.
Mixed with European and American genes, he is no longer a pure-blooded Asian. The specific reasons are very complicated, for example, his father has many soldiers stationed there; for example, he cannot speak, etc.
"Is that all you need to doubt him?"
"No, he eats in the order of kimchi, rice, and soup. He switches spoons and chopsticks back and forth, but the aunt in the kitchen doesn't do that.
We are all poor people, who would be so pretentious as to eat like this? There are also a lot of kimchi, and it must be very difficult to gather so many ingredients."
Jiang Cha said with certainty, "Who doesn't know how ordinary people live? There must be something wrong with being so particular. Going through so much trouble just to get a table full of pickles?"
"Oh, and someone harassed me on my way back from a business trip. He said, insinuating that I was his sister and that I had eloped with someone else.
Fearing he was a human trafficker, I got off the bus early and ran into Li the moment I got out. Too many coincidences are no coincidences. He even sent his own son to the northwest, and he could still talk to me calmly. He must be fooling a fool!
He also collected gossip, and he supported me in his promotion. To be frank, I've been reciting the secrecy regulations like a nursery rhyme since I was a kid, so I know what they mean the moment I hear them."
The original owner and his family had memorized these things since childhood and knew them by heart. How could Mr. Li know them?
"I want to ask, where did you hide the knife? They said your hands were tightly bound, how did you open it?"
The question was very skillful, where was her knife hidden without being discovered? Besides, it looked strange, but it was quite fast.
"Here, I was afraid they'd search me, so I put it here in advance. It's easy to hide with more clothes. This knife was given to me by an old man. It's a real pig-castration knife."
She turned up the hem of her cotton trousers and cut a small hole inside. She had already decided that she needed a place to hide the knife. She cut a small hole in her cotton trousers at home, just enough to slip a knife inside.
On the fourth day of undercover work, I caught a Korean spy. He's a typical pickled vegetable, with a 5'5" build and carrot legs. His appearance is too obvious, making him stand out in the crowd.
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