The only one who surrendered alive was incredibly unlucky.
The more they said they found it on the roadside, the less the FBI believed them. "What the hell? Find it? Go find another one and see."
Soon this guy was transferred to the CIA, where he was subjected to all sorts of tactics, as long as he didn't die. Moreover, the CIA used its special powers, using the pretext of national security, to deal with this robber.
It's impossible to force a confession; you have to make him admit it willingly, and you have to record it on video.
Believe it or not, their department has a special team of people and some equipment and medicines to deal with foreign agents.
They would give the robber an injection, and then, following their pre-designed script, gradually elicit a confession, creating a kind of mental memory.
After some time, we will conduct another interrogation; both the video recording and the written record will be available.
He looked perfectly normal and energetic on camera, answering every question fluently without a moment's hesitation or pause.
Anyone who watches this interrogation video would want to strangle him. He's so hateful. He described the process so vividly that it felt like watching it live, creating a strong sense of immersion.
This time, the case is confirmed, and with such irrefutable evidence, it's difficult for anyone to recant their confession.
He was responsible for cases involving more than 30 households, along with accomplices, but they all died during the shootout with the FBI.
He was the only one left.
The media outlets that were initially pressing the CIA for answers have started reporting on each other's stories, and now there's a resolution to what happened back then.
A businessman funded the media to speak less and report more about the case, condemning the robbery gang's brutality and saying they had no humanity in order to commit burglary.
Set the pace and guide it in a slightly off direction.
A script written on the spot is bound to have many flaws.
A few people wiped out more than thirty households in one night, and they were scattered all over the country. Are they superhuman? Can they fly thousands of miles?
The timing of the crime alone is wrong; can't you see such a huge flaw?
Of course, it was obvious that there was no time to revise the script, so they could only find private sponsorship to cover it up.
The media here are not afraid of authority, but of capital.
The media, having received bribes, obediently followed their lead in reporting.
As for how the audience thinks, that's their business.
In fact, there are many instances where certain departments have created numerous plot holes in their scripts in an attempt to cover up the truth.
Some people are used to being treated like fools. In this era, the internet wasn't as developed, and people had to rely on newspapers, radio, television, and the like to express their opinions.
Is it okay to freely express opinions?
Xing Baohua was recuperating at the general hospital. She kept looking at the large scar on her chest, saying it had caused her a lot of suffering.
The doctor's skills were also poor; look at how crooked and messy the stitches were.
Old Mou brought nutritional supplements to see Xing Baohua, looking aggrieved, and almost burst into tears upon seeing her.
He truly hadn't expected that inviting Xing Baohua out would lead to such a grand scene.
It was an ambush, which made him a participant; otherwise, there's no way to explain how the timing and location were so precise.
The attackers over there must be skilled in calculation, able to accurately know Xing Baohua's location.
Later, it was learned that the attackers of Xing Baohua were seals, which meant that they already knew Xing Baohua was going there. When Lao Mou was being investigated, the relevant departments also launched investigations into the people around Lao Mou.
How did Lao Mou invest in that farm? Who told him? How much did he invest? He only brought up the matter after Xing Baohua arrived in Manchuria.
From a timing perspective, it was only a few hours between Lao Mou inviting Xing Baohua to cross the border that day and the attack, so it was impossible for the seals to have crossed so precisely on time.
It can only be done in advance.
In other words, from the moment they tricked Lao Mou into investing in the farm, the other party had already set a trap for Xing Baohua, completely exploiting Lao Mou.
When Xing Baohua learned that Lao Mou was still being held at the General Hospital, he called Captain Han and said, "Let him out! This old guy was being used by others without even realizing it. Targeting him is pointless. Besides, the Hammer phone has been launched, and the phone factory still needs him to take charge."
With just a few brief words, Lao Mou came out.
This time, the experience was different from the previous times, Lao Mou could tell, after all, it was a different department.
Especially during the interrogation, people said that you invested in the farm, which meant that you funded the attackers.
So many people died, you bear some responsibility.
We went through so much trouble to bring you over from Russia, just to save your life, you know? An entire paratrooper squad over there was wiped out; they wanted to kill you on the spot.
If I explain the situation clearly, I might get a suspended death sentence.
These words left Old Mou speechless. He knew nothing about the situation, so what could he say?
If they can't give a clear answer, they won't even get the lowest possible sentence of a suspended death sentence.
Of course, he still had some conscience, so he kept inquiring whether Xing Baohua was dead or how badly he was injured.
No one gave him the answer, and they never managed to get anything useful out of him.
The source has to be traced back to Russia.
"Brother, I'd die happy just to see you!" Old Mou said, tears streaming down his face and his voice trembling with sobs.
"Alright, I know this isn't your fault, and you shouldn't take advantage of me anymore. Just be more careful next time!"
"Yes, yes. I will definitely remember this lesson. It was almost like walking through the gates of hell. By the way, how is your injury? I asked a lot of people, but none of them would tell you the extent of your injury."
"Thanks to you, I only have a big gash on my body." Xing Baohua said, showing him the scar from the stitches being removed.
"Tsk tsk, it's that serious! Wait, there's no opening!"
Old Mou then realized that Xing Baohua had been shot! There was no opening, only a 20-centimeter scar, which was caused by surgery.
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