Chanpong's method of interrogating prisoners is unique in the whole northern Myanmar. The Northern Myanmar Joint Defense Force guards the northern gate of Myanmar and often encounters various difficult prisoners. Without this method, he would not be able to break the situation in northern Myanmar.
Before daybreak, Zhan Peng kicked open the door of the military lounge in a scoundrelly manner and threw a pile of documents in front of Baru, who was sleeping with his legs crossed on the desk.
"Here, spit it out."
Baru lazily opened his eyelids, glanced at them, sneered, took out his cell phone and made a call.
"Biaozi, arrest him."
After hanging up the phone, Zhan Peng threw a cigarette to him, then he also tilted his head and lit a cigarette.
"Zhalu is Sakun's lifeblood. In Sakun's eyes, he's almost like his own son. If you arrest him like this, Sakun will definitely do everything he can to get him out. He might even turn the tables on you. Have you thought about it?"
Baru didn't take it seriously, "Yeah. So, I didn't plan to just arrest him."
Zhan Peng's eyebrows arched, and he asked in confusion, "You don't plan to just arrest him? What do you mean? Who else do you want to arrest?"
"Isn't the confession here? Tongue said that it was Zhalu and his son who threatened him with their wife and children to create an accidental murder of the Crown Prince and the Princess of Country J?" Baru pointed at the documents on the table with two fingers.
Zhan Peng jumped up from the sofa and asked, "You want to change your confession?"
Zhuadeshe only said that it was Zhalu, the secretary general of Sakun's office, who threatened him to do so, but he did not mention that Zhalu's father, Zhashan, the chief of military and political staff, was also involved.
As everyone knows, Zhashan and Zhalu, father and son, have different political views and serve different masters. They have been at odds with each other for many years. Zhan Peng never expected that Balu would suddenly drag Zhashan into the matter.
Baru saw his brother's doubts and dusted off his cigarette ash.
"I knew the list of traitors and spies who had infiltrated the army back when I was in Las Vegas. The reason I didn't do anything was because Meng Ge said he wanted solid evidence.
It is impossible for the traitor to hand the evidence to you on his own, so he thought of letting Ajie provoke them, muddy the waters, and take the opportunity to lure the person out.
I didn't expect that Zhalu was not as determined as his father, but he was bolder than his father. He wanted to attack Ajie and Qingqing directly and force us into a dead end. So we might as well take advantage of their tricks.
It doesn't matter whether his father is actually involved or not. What matters is that I want him to participate, so he has to participate."
"No, you're a fucking bandit?" Zhan Peng excitedly moved his butt and sat closer to him.
"Do you think this is final? Won't they call an investigation team to investigate further? Do you think these two fathers and sons are vegetarians? Or do you think Sakun is a vegetarian? He still hasn't avenged the kick he gave him last time."
"Don't worry," the man beside him said with murderous eyes, "I don't care what they ate before, but with me, they can only eat bullets."
Zhan Peng's face immediately fell. "Who do you want to kill? The Zha family father and son? Are you crazy? Brother Meng wants solid evidence and should go through official channels to silence Youyou. But you just made up a half-truthful confession and arrested him. Aren't you just trying to give Sakun evidence of violating military discipline?"
"Why didn't I go through the formal channels? Isn't the confession here? I arrested him in a formal manner." Baru didn't care.
"The key isn't how to arrest someone, but what to do with them once they're arrested." Zhan Peng tugged at his hair in frustration. "It's not that easy to tamper with a confession. If they turn against you and overturn your confession, you'll be in jail.
"There's a saying that goes 'Dead men can't testify.' Do you know what that means? It means a dead man doesn't have a mouth. The confession he left behind is the only evidence. They have to believe it whether they want to or not."
The unruly man put out his cigarette, stood up and stretched his muscles.
"Okay, go back and take care of the kids. I have to go to work."
Zhan Peng stood there for a few seconds, wondering what he meant by "work", and then he caught up with him as if he suddenly understood.
"No, Aaron, you should think about it again, or even tell Brother Meng a word. Don't get into trouble and let me take the blame."
"Don't worry, I'm going to be shot, and you'll definitely be the next one. Let's tie the two of us together."
After Balu finished speaking, he opened the door and strode out, closing the door with a bang, and Zhan Peng almost bumped into him.
"Fuck!" Zhan Peng gritted his teeth and cursed, "You bastard, you're always screwing me over."
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After working all night and catching people during the day, Baru returned home the next night. As soon as he saw his wife, he immediately clung to her.
"Baby, I wasn't here yesterday. Did you fall asleep? Did you miss me?"
Nanxi, who had just finished taking a shower and was applying a facial mask, replied perfunctorily, "I was thinking about it, husband."
“No, Nan Xiaoxi, why do you look so perfunctory?”
Baru looked at his wife displeasedly as she never even looked at him and was busy fiddling with bottles and jars.
"No, isn't this my answer? Be good and get me your phone. It's time for me to listen to music."
Nanxi continued to speak softly, but Dibalu felt unhappy.
"You are just perfunctory to me, Nan Xiaoxi, you are spoiled to death~" After handing the phone to his wife who was already sitting on the sofa, Balu came over and started to complain again.
"Nan Xiaoxi, you haven't been acting right lately. You haven't really paid any attention to me. All day long, you're either busy with your crappy charity or your son. You don't care about me, your husband, at all."
The resentful man complained while picking up the oil used by pregnant women on the table as if he was familiar with it. He lifted up her pajamas and applied layer by layer to his wife's belly according to the order taught by his wife.
"Wife, you use this stuff three times a day, aren't you tired of it?"
Balu looked at his wife's already slightly visible belly, and massaged it gently with his dry and warm hands, then asked again.
Nanxi was willing to pay attention to him and put down her phone, "What can I do? If I don't apply this, I will get stretch marks on my belly. I can't accept it."
She poked the man's forehead with her finger and said, "So, you have to apply this to me every day, three times a day. You must be deeply involved in the process of my pregnancy and get used to the role of father as soon as possible."
"I'll take part." Baru nodded and pursed his lips. "That's nothing. Forget about applying oil three times a day. If I had that ability, I'd be happy to do it for you."
"You're getting more and more outrageous, Dailong." Nanxi rolled her eyes at him with amusement.
Suddenly, their expressions froze at the same time, their eyes met.
"Wife, what moved just now? Didn't you eat enough tonight?"
"It's the baby, Dailong!" Nanxi pinched his handsome face, "I felt it too, it seemed like the baby kicked you. What do you mean by not eating enough? Why are you so stupid?"
Balu has always had great expectations for this child, but as a man, he looks at his wife every day and sees no obvious changes, so it doesn't feel real.
But at this moment, for the first time, she felt his movements, for the first time, she truly felt his presence, existing beneath the slender waist of the love of her life. This blood connection and real touch were too shocking.
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