Hearing Ning Zhiheng say this, Ye Zhiwu was overjoyed. It seemed that this operation had been a success. He was incredibly lucky to have caught such a big fish right at his doorstep.
He stepped forward excitedly, rolled up his sleeves, and said to Ning Zhiheng, "Zhiheng, this guy is definitely in our big net, otherwise they wouldn't have abandoned their guns. This time we must go through this carefully and we absolutely cannot let him get away!"
Ning Zhiheng didn't look up, but stared at the gun in his hand and said, "There are two pistols here, which means we've caught at least two Japanese spies. What a pleasant surprise!"
At this point, he handed the pistol to Ye Zhiwu, who was standing to the side, then bent down and took the camera from the basket, asking the officer in charge of registration, "Whose camera is this? Point it out to me!"
The officer quickly searched the register and soon found the record, saying, "They are two reporters from the Xinmin Daily, registered under the names Ruan Tong and Zhao Jianmin, right there!"
At this point, he pointed to two men in suits and baseball caps among the people squatting on the ground.
Ning Zhiheng waved his hand, and Sun Jiacheng immediately led several action team members forward, grabbing the two men from both sides and lifting them up.
Seeing the soldiers surrounding them, their guns pointed directly at them, the two men had no choice but to obediently allow the operatives to bring them to Ning Zhiheng.
One of the men, looking completely innocent, shouted at Ning Zhiheng, "Aren't you their superior? We are reporters from Xinmin Daily. Your arbitrary arrest of journalists is a serious protest. We demand that you treat us with courtesy and equality!"
Before he could finish speaking, Ning Zhiheng waved his hand, interrupting his shout, and asked directly, "Alright, enough nonsense!"
He picked up his camera and asked the man, "Is this camera yours?"
The man opened his mouth, but the camera had been found on them by the team members, so there was no denying it. He could only nod and say, "It's ours. We used it to take news photos."
Ning Zhiheng picked up the camera, gently turned it over, and asked with a smile, "The German company Rocher produces twin-lens cameras. They're great for capturing fast-moving subjects and produce clear images. They cost at least thirty US dollars now, and last year they'd cost at least two hundred. When did newspaper reporters all get such good cameras?"
Ning Zhiheng's words immediately shocked the two men. How could an ordinary newspaper reporter be equipped with such a high-end camera? But they were here to investigate the internal personnel of the Military Intelligence Investigation Department. Of course, they would use the best equipment to take clear pictures of the people as a reference. As a result, it had become a major oversight.
The two men were naturally Kosuke Ikeda and Kazunari Yamauchi. They were surrounded in this block, watching the soldiers getting closer and closer. In the end, they had no choice but to discard their sidearms, but they still kept the camera. They still had a glimmer of hope that they could get away with it, but unfortunately, they still couldn't hide it from Ning Zhiheng's eyes.
A sense of despair rose in Kosuke Ikeda's heart. The young officer in front of him had a terrifyingly sharp gaze. His premonition was right; this was an extremely dangerous person. He should have gotten away from this target immediately. In the end, his hesitation led to his downfall. Unfortunately, he never had another chance.
Thinking of this, he looked at Yamauchi Kazunari beside him with resentment. This fool had ruined him. If he had acted alone, he would have trusted the instincts he had developed over years of intelligence work and made a quick retreat. But now, there were no "buts".
Kazunari Yamauchi reacted quickly, stubbornly arguing, "We love photography, and we bought this with our own savings!"
Ning Zhiheng smiled slightly, handed the camera in his hand to Sun Jiacheng beside him, and instructed, "I remember there's a photo studio about 200 meters ahead. Develop all the film from these two cameras for me right now, the sooner the better! I want to see what kind of news photos these good cameras have taken."
At this point, he stepped forward, staring coldly at Yamauchi Kazunari, and said, word by word, "You'd better tell the truth, or I'll put you in a life-or-death situation!"
Ning Zhiheng's words plunged Ikeda Kosuke and Yamauchi Kazunari into utter despair. They knew perfectly well what the film in the camera was, and once it was developed, their identities would be completely exposed.
Ning Zhiheng then commanded, "Stretch out their right hands!"
The two team members who had restrained them on the left and right released their right hands. Fearing that they would lose control, they grabbed their right hands tightly and pulled them in front of Ning Zhiheng.
Ning Zhiheng first examined Yamauchi Kazunari's palm, nodded, and then examined Ikeda Kosuke's palm.
Ye Zhiwu, who was standing nearby, also came over and examined the two men's palms, just like Ning Zhiheng had done. Then he looked at Ning Zhiheng with a questioning gaze, wanting to hear what he had discovered.
Ning Zhiheng smiled slightly, pointed to Yamauchi Kazunari's palm, and explained to Ye Zhiwu: "Brother Ye, come and see. Reporters' hands are used to holding pens. They hold pens and write all year round. Over time, calluses will usually appear on the right side of their index fingers."
However, the hand holding a gun is different. Because when shooting, you have to grip the gun tightly to keep it steady and also resist the recoil of the gun. So over time, the muscle under the thumb, medically known as the thenar eminence, becomes more developed and stronger, and there are varying degrees of calluses on the web between the thumb and index finger.
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