Lists of undercover personnel, telegrams sent and received over the years, plans from higher-ups. Even the gold ring hidden in the cracks in the wall was pulled out.
The soldiers who were escorting the two men had no choice but to drag them into the car. They couldn't even move their feet, so they had to force them into the car.
Normally, everyone would have teased Jiang Cha a bit. The little girl's actions were so filthy, and everyone felt relieved. If it weren't for the spy case, they would have let her cut him up slowly, one knife at a time.
Silence reigned, save for the sounds of people moving things. Unable to vent their anger, they searched even harder.
As the evacuation was underway, Ermao wanted her to follow the soldiers back to the army. Jiangcha went to the police station to see what else the two devils could say.
In the interrogation room, half-sitting, half-lying, Old Huang remained silent. "Didn't you surrender? Why aren't you telling the truth even though you're a prisoner? What's your identity? What's your purpose in hiding?"
He watched the police questioning him through the glass, but he still didn't say a word and just stood there pretending to be dead.
"Who treats wounds more beautifully, you or the little girl? In my opinion, hers is more artistic, more painful and more subtle.
Yours is too crude. Who made the torture device? The craftsmanship is not good enough! But how does your "castration" feel?
His body twitched, but he still didn't speak. "Think about it carefully. If you were still like this in the Qing Dynasty, you could have been a eunuch. But there's no point in keeping it now."
After saying that, he closed the door, grabbed his notebook, and left, coming to the observation room to watch Old Huang tremble. A proud and arrogant pervert couldn't stand being repeatedly denied, poked at, and mocked.
"He banged on the chair backrest, and the handcuffs clanged loudly. "I want to see that bitch. I'll tell her when I see her."
Everyone in the room looked at Jiang Cha. "What do I need to ask? I'll take note of the possible questions. I've never done this before, so don't miss anything."
She took a notebook and wrote down the main questions, then pushed the door open to the interrogation room. "Be careful, don't get too close to him," the officer reminded her, nodding to everyone and heading inside.
"Come to me, what can we talk about? Do you know what that knife is called? It's professionally called a piglet castration knife. You've experienced the specific feeling, isn't it nice?"
"You bitch, I really regret not strangling you to death. You hurt both of us, you deserve to die, you deserve to die. All women deserve to die!"
"Stop calling me a bitch, it's too rude. I was planning to treat you to a meal! In the past, after castration, they would make the 'first cut dish'. I'll let the chef show you how he does it later, and you can have a taste of your own."
After hearing what Jiang Cha said, Lao Huang was stunned. Who is the pervert and what did he bring back?
"I want to change people, I want to change people, stay away from me, I will recruit anyone, change people..."
The policeman who had just come in came in again. Jiang Cha walked past him and the man's eyes looked a little strange.
I took the notebook and went back to the observation room. No one was talking inside. "How is it? Did you recruit?"
"How dare he refuse to surrender if you're here? How am I supposed to face the cafeteria chef later? I'm going to..."
The sound of water spraying and coughing blocked his mouth. The poor little policeman looked at the big guys' red faces and looked at Jiang Cha innocently.
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