Upon arriving, he pushed open the door and entered, saying to Zhao Ziliang, "Old Zhao, what life-or-death matter has happened that has you in such a hurry!"
Zhao Ziliang curled his lip and said coldly, "Me, anxious? I'm afraid you'll be the one anxious in a little while!"
After saying that, he turned to Ning Zhiheng and said, "You explain the case to Section Chief Gu and let him decide for himself!"
Right then and there, under Gu Zhengqi's astonished gaze, Ning Zhiheng recounted the entire case in detail once again!
Gu Zhengqi's expression grew increasingly serious as Ning Zhiheng continued his narration. Only after Ning Zhiheng finished speaking did he step forward to personally examine the residue and pieces of cloth.
Yan Yichun was a long-time subordinate who had followed him since 1924. His identity and experience were beyond reproach, and he was one of his long-standing staff members. No one expected that something like this would happen.
Seeing his ashen face, Ning Zhiheng carefully took two steps back and stood behind Zhao Ziliang.
After a long silence, Gu Zhengqi finally spoke: "So Yan Yichun is indeed the murderer of Li Wenlin. Now we need to find out his motive for killing him!"
Zhao Ziliang slapped his thigh and said directly, "Yes, this is the real matter of life and death! Lao Gu, you also know about the Yong'an Bank incident. It is a door for us to deal with the Japanese spy organization, and the Director attaches great importance to it."
If Yan Yichun really is a Japanese spy and learned the secret from Li Wenlin, then all our efforts over the past years have been in vain. The opportunity to severely damage the Japanese spy network in Nanjing has been lost, and we will regret it immensely! You won't be able to explain this to the Chief!
I'm only giving you this heads-up because we've been colleagues for so many years; otherwise, if we were to take action, things would escalate significantly!
“But if Yan Yichun killed someone for other reasons, then it was just an accident, and we can still explain ourselves!” Gu Zhengqi argued forcefully.
However, he was just being stubborn. As an extremely experienced veteran agent, he knew perfectly well that if there was even the slightest doubt, Yan Yichun was no longer trustworthy! The Military Intelligence Investigation Bureau's policy was to rather kill the innocent than let the guilty go free!
Moreover, Yan Yichun's murder of Li Wenlin is already a foregone conclusion, with irrefutable evidence. Furthermore, this matter involves Yong'an Bank, making it no small matter. If Yong'an Bank's ambush plan were to fail simply because Yan Yichun was a Japanese spy or an informant within the intelligence department…
At that moment, the ruthless gaze of the section chief suddenly flashed through his mind, and his heart trembled. Given the section chief's personality, even if he was the section chief's absolute confidant and subordinate for many years, if he ruined the section chief's important plans, he would probably be in deep trouble!
Thinking of this, he quickly said, "No matter what, let's arrest him first and interrogate him to find out!"
After saying that, he reached for the phone and dialed.
"Old Bian, arrest Yan Yichun from the Second Intelligence Group immediately. He must be captured alive; I need his confession! I'm heading back now!" Gu Zhengqi solemnly ordered.
"What? Okay! I'll organize the men to take action right away!" Bian Ze hesitated for a moment, but immediately understood and quickly accepted the order!
After hanging up the phone, Gu Zhengqi quickly left the office, leaving Zhao Ziliang and Ning Zhiheng alone.
The two exchanged a glance, and Ning Zhiheng asked, "Should we go take a look?"
Zhao Ziliang rolled his eyes and shook his head, saying, "Don't go looking for trouble. Gu Zhengqi is in a real bind right now, so let's not join in the fun!"
Ning Zhiheng was just saying that casually; he didn't want to be so tactless as to automatically become Gu Zhengqi's punching bag.
At this moment, Yan Yichun sat calmly in his office in the intelligence department. He forced himself to calm down, reached into the drawer of his desk, took out his sidearm, removed the magazine, carefully checked the bullets, then put the magazine back in and gently placed the sidearm on the desk.
He didn't know what to do next. A sense of fear rose in his heart. He regretted it a little. Maybe he should have evacuated quickly today!
But he still held onto a sliver of hope. He had endured so many years of hardship and paid such a high price to reach this position and infiltrate China's highest-level intelligence agency. If he left, all his efforts would be in vain, and he was extremely unwilling to accept it!
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