It must be said that every officer in the Military Intelligence Investigation Department during this period was an outstanding individual, a carefully selected talent.
"Brother Ye, thank you for your hard work," Ning Zhiheng said with a smile, quickly stepped forward, and shook hands with Ye Zhiwu.
Then he said, "First we'll screen the people, and then we'll investigate in more detail. My feeling is right; we're sure to catch a big fish today."
Upon hearing Ning Zhiheng's words, Ye Zhiwu's eyes lit up, and his brows furrowed with barely concealed excitement. He laughed and said, "Haha, I've been watching you guys catch spies every day. Today I'll catch one myself. It'll make me look good when I go out!"
"We can't be sure it's someone from Japan yet, but it's probably close enough. Anyway, they've come to us today, so we can't let them get away," Ning Zhiheng said.
Upon hearing this, Ye Zhiwu also found it amusing. He pointed in the direction of the entrance to the Military Intelligence Investigation Department and jokingly said, "You're absolutely right. You've really delivered yourself right to the door of our Military Intelligence Department."
The two men exchanged a smile and found a place to rest on the street. They each had a group of subordinates, so the initial screening did not require their help.
An hour had passed. The officers under his command were used to this kind of arrest work, and they worked quickly and efficiently. After identifying the people on the street, they began to search house to house in every alley.
Soon, Sun Jiacheng arrived in front of Ning Zhiheng, stood at attention, saluted, and reported to Ning Zhiheng: "Team leader, we have done a preliminary screening. There are about thirty-seven pedestrians who cannot prove their identities. We are registering their identities. After the search operation is over, we will send people down to investigate in detail. Now we are conducting door-to-door searches in every alley to ensure that no one escapes!"
Ning Zhiheng nodded. His officers were very capable, which was exactly what he had hoped to see.
Ning Zhiheng nodded, then said thoughtfully, "Were all thirty-seven people searched?"
Sun Jiacheng immediately replied, "We've already searched the place, and we didn't find any guns or other weapons."
Ning Zhiheng stood up and said to Ye Zhiwu, "Brother Ye, let's go take a look. Maybe the big fish is already in the net!"
Ye Zhiwu slapped his thigh, stood up, and said with a smile, "It's a good opportunity to learn from you, Zhiheng. They all say you have a pair of sharp eyes that can tell the difference between male and female flies with just a glance. I must learn from you today."
He was, after all, a soldier, and spoke without restraint, neither crudely nor crudely. Ning Zhiheng smiled slightly, gestured with his hand, and the two moved forward, soon arriving at an open area.
Dozens of people were densely packed together, all crouching on the ground with their hands behind their heads. Armed personnel were closely monitoring them from all sides.
Ning Zhiheng then noticed several baskets on the side, filled with personal belongings that had been confiscated during the search. They contained all sorts of items, big and small, including several sets of clothes and a few books.
He stepped forward, kicked the basket, and asked the officer in charge of registration, "Have all these items been registered?"
The officer quickly stood up, saluted, and said, "Reporting to Team Leader Ning, all have been registered."
Ning Zhiheng nodded, then bent down and carefully examined the basket. He soon discovered that there was a camera inside. He picked up the camera and looked it over.
He looked up at the people squatting in front of him, and was about to ask a question when an officer ran over quickly. He was an officer under Ye Zhiwu, so he reported directly to Ye Zhiwu: "Reporting, team leader, we found two pistols behind a trash can in the alley."
After saying that, he held the two pistols in front of Ye Zhiwu with both hands. Ye Zhiwu and Ning Zhiheng were both invigorated when they heard this. Ye Zhiwu took the pistols, looked at them, removed the magazines, and handed them to Ning Zhiheng, who was standing next to him.
Ning Zhiheng took it, examined it, and sniffed it carefully. He said, "It's a very ordinary Nambu pistol. It's very well maintained. This kind of pistol has a high shooting accuracy, but it has a drawback that it is prone to jamming if it is slightly worn, so it must be carefully maintained."
At this point, he gripped his pistol, aimed it at the crowd crouching on the ground, and gave a cold smile: "We were right, the Japanese have their eyes on us."
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