Xia Deyan was shocked to hear Lin Hanwen's words, but the image of Shadow in his mind was deeply rooted. He pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Is this news true? I still tend to believe the original judgment. Perhaps Shadow escaped a disaster during the arrest of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics agents."
Seeing that Xia Deyan remained unmoved, Lin Hanwen also felt somewhat hesitant about his own judgment.
However, it is an undeniable fact that the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) infiltrator group was wiped out in one fell swoop. This is because the leader of the CBIS infiltrator group, Bat, was a member of the underground party whom he had personally recruited two years ago. Later, he was noticed by the CBIS and, with the organization's approval, took the opportunity to infiltrate the CBIS. Because of his special position and outstanding talent, he quickly became the leader of the CBIS infiltrator group and was an out-and-out double agent.
The fact that the entire Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) undercover team was captured this time was thanks to the help of the underground Communist Party, which is why Bat was spared. Therefore, Lin Hanwen was very familiar with the CBIS agents.
"Alright, let's not discuss this issue for now. Although Shadow's relationship is currently under the Shanghai underground party organization, he is a member personally led by the headquarters' special agent department, and the level of secrecy is extremely high. In Shanghai, only you and I know about his existence. In the future, you must report any news about him to me in a timely manner."
After Ning Zhiheng made contact with Xia Deyan in Chongqing, Fang Boyi reported his situation to the Headquarters Special Operations Department. From then on, Shadow and Farmer became members of the Headquarters Special Operations Department, and their future use and arrangements would be subject to the instructions of the Headquarters. Currently, the Shanghai underground party organization is only cooperating with their work.
“Okay!” Xia Deyan nodded in agreement.
At that very moment, in an office of the Shanghai French Concession Police Chief, Zhang Puhe, the head of the field operations section, was assigning tasks to two of his subordinate police officers.
"Tian Anyi, Zhang Guanglin, you two have been here for a while now. You can't always be running errands for others. I have a small case for you today. A resident in Lujiawan has been robbed. You two go and take a statement from the homeowner. Here is the address. You know what to ask, so I don't need to teach you. Give me the statement this afternoon!"
After saying that, he handed an address to the two people. Zhang Guanglin stepped forward to take the address and exchanged a glance with Tian Anyi.
He then nodded and agreed, saying, "Section Chief, don't worry, we can handle this little thing. We'll give you the statement as soon as we get back!"
Zhang Pu waved them away, and as he watched the two leave, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
Half an hour later, at No. 47 Lujiawan, a detached apartment building, Zhang Guanglin and Tian Anyi, dressed as police officers, knocked on the door. Soon, a man in a long robe came out and, seeing the two officers, quickly said, "You're here to investigate a case, right? My place has been burgled, come and take a look!"
After saying this, he led the two people into the house. As soon as Tian Anyi and Zhang Guanglin entered the room, several figures suddenly rushed towards them from behind.
Caught off guard, two gusts of wind struck their heads, and they lost consciousness.
When Zhang Guanglin regained consciousness, he opened his eyes to find himself tied to a thick wooden stake. The empty room was dark and gloomy, filled with a faint smell of blood.
"Where is this? Who are you people?" Zhang Guanglin asked in a panic.
Seeing his terrified and uneasy expression, the action team leader, Kang Tingshan, slowly walked up to him, smiled faintly, and said, "Mr. Zhang, stop pretending now that you're here. You should know why you're being arrested. Now, you must answer every question I ask you honestly, or else..."
At this point, he pointed his finger at Zhang Guanglin's chest and said in a harsh voice, "In this interrogation room, I interrogated three Japanese agents, including Nakajima Yukichi. They were all very stubborn at first, but after less than two hours, they finally opened up. Believe me, you will be the same as them."
Nakajima Yukichi? Zhang Guanglin was startled; now he knew who these people were.
These people were their main targets when they entered the French Concession, and they were also the mysterious agents from the Shanghai Intelligence Section of the Chinese Military Intelligence Bureau who were tasked with eliminating Iwai Nosuke's infiltrative group!
Zhang Guanglin slowly concealed the feigned terror on his face, his eyes becoming dull and lifeless. He knew he couldn't endure this torture any longer; the final moment had arrived, and his life was about to end. Without hesitation, he suddenly opened his mouth slightly, bit his tongue hard, and with a forceful effort, a mouthful of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, accompanied by a muffled groan.
Kang Tingshan frowned. He hadn't expected this kid to be so ruthless. As soon as he saw that things were not going well, he made a decisive move and bit off his own tongue. He was prepared to deny everything to the death.
However, this also shows that his words just now hit the other party's weak point. This person must know Nakajima Yukichi, a Japanese agent, otherwise his reaction would not have been so strong.
Kang Tingshan sneered, and the icy tone in his voice made Zhang Guanglin feel as if he had fallen into hell.
"You think biting your tongue will stop you from speaking? What a joke! Biting your tongue might stop you from talking, but as long as you're still breathing, I can pry your mouth open. Don't forget, you have an accomplice in our hands. Let's see how long you can hold out."
Kang Tingshan was an expert in interrogation and had seen this kind of thing many times. He naturally knew how to deal with it. He reached out and grabbed Zhang Guanglin's jaw, forcefully pried open his mouth, stuffed a wad of cloth into his mouth, and then turned to his subordinates and said, "Don't hurt his hands. Let's begin!"
The ensuing interrogation was like plunging Zhang Guanglin into the abyss of hell. He was subjected to almost every form of torture. In less than an hour, Zhang Guanglin had already fainted three times. Except for his hands, the rest of his body was covered in wounds. The cold, coarse salt water poured on his body felt like thousands of blades cutting into him, causing him excruciating pain.
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