Ning Zhiheng talked with his father and brother in the study for a long time, and gained a general understanding of the situation in the family. The other branches of the family were also living in relatively stable condition, thanks to Ning Liangcai's care. Overall, the situation was quite good.
Ning Zhiheng then inquired about the recent situation of Miao Yongyi's family and learned that his father had opened a carpentry shop for Miao's father and that they were living a worry-free life. Only then did he feel relieved.
“Father, I will come back to visit often for a while, but because of the special nature of my work, there are many things I cannot do. You cannot publicize my relationship with others. To be honest, I have made a lot of enemies in the past few years, especially the Japanese. I am doing this for the safety of my family.”
"Understood, understood!" Ning Liangcai nodded repeatedly in agreement. "We've done it this way before. Just do your thing and don't worry too much about us!"
Ning Zhiheng raised his hand to check the time. He couldn't stay at home for too long today because Bian Ze would be sending the nine combat staff officers to the Second Operations Division in the afternoon, and the case would also be handed over. His time was very tight.
So he got up and said goodbye to his family, then led Zhao Jiang and the others back to the Second Operations Division, and returned to his office to wait for Bian Ze's arrival.
At 3 p.m., Bian Ze arrived at the Second Operations Division, followed by a prison van. Upon hearing the news, Ning Zhiheng rushed to the gate to greet him. After exchanging a few pleasantries, Bian Ze waved his hand, and his men opened the prison van and brought out the nine young officers one by one.
"Zhiheng, these are the nine suspects. Each of them is a big shot, you can't scold them or touch them. They stayed at my hotel for a whole month. Now they're all yours!"
"Alright, I'll take good care of them from now on. I also need to get rid of them as soon as possible!"
Nine young officers were lined up. They had been detained for a month. Even though the Military Intelligence Bureau had not subjected them to severe torture for various reasons, they were still being held in prison and their mental state was not good.
Their hair was messy, and their uniforms were wrinkled and dirty, showing that the treatment in the Military Intelligence Bureau's interrogation department was not good. However, everyone stood up straight, but they all wore handcuffs to prevent them from escaping during transport.
Ning Zhiheng walked up to them and looked them over one by one. These combat staff officers had varying ranks, but they were all field-level officers. The lowest rank was major, and the highest was colonel. These people were the best in the army, talented and powerful, and their starting point was much higher than that of ordinary people. Although they were young, their ranks were not low.
These operations staff officers also stared intently at the stern-faced young officer before them. Unable to communicate with the outside world, they were all filled with unease at being suddenly transferred to a new location. Looking at the heavily guarded high walls and compound, surrounded by numerous armed soldiers, they wondered how these agents from the Military Intelligence Bureau would treat them next.
Ning Zhiheng finally stood still and addressed the officers loudly, "Gentlemen, I am Ning Zhiheng, the director of the Second Action Division of the Military Intelligence Bureau. From now on, I will be dealing with you all. Please believe me, you will not be staying here for long. I will soon find the real mole and clear the names of the others..."
"How do you know there's definitely a mole among us? We're innocent! There are more people than just us who know about the plan!"
A voice interrupted Ning Zhiheng's speech. Ning Zhiheng frowned and turned to look at an officer in the ranks. The officer was about thirty years old, tall and thin, with black-rimmed glasses on his nose and messy hair like a clump of weeds.
At this moment, Zeng Xingguo, the action team leader standing behind the officer, saw that the officer dared to speak inappropriately during Ning Zhiheng's reprimand. Without saying a word, he kicked the officer in the back of the knee, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and pressed him down, forcing the officer to kneel on the ground. This sudden attack stunned the officer.
Ning Zhiheng slowly walked up to the officer, his eyes narrowed, his gaze intensely fixed on the officer's face. He bent down, touched the officer's colonel's shoulder insignia, and after a long while said, "Staff Officer Zhang, let me remind you, is there a mole among you? Who is the mole? In the end, it's all up to me! It seems that the people at headquarters are being too polite to you, but this is the Second Operations Division, and everything must be done according to my rules!"
After speaking, he stood up and swept his gaze across the others. His sinister and sharp eyes made everyone afraid to meet his gaze.
Ning Zhiheng wasn't in the mood to talk to them anymore. He waved his hand and ordered, "Alright, it seems no one's in the mood to sunbathe here anymore. Take them all inside and detain them separately for investigation."
Upon hearing Ning Zhiheng's order, his team members took the nine officers away and locked them in the cells that the Second Operations Division had prepared in advance.
Ning Zhiheng turned to Bian Ze and said, "These people have been locked up for a month, and they still have such a temper. Director, you've been too lenient with them!"
Upon hearing this, Bian Ze couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Do you think I want to? If it were anyone else, I would have simply killed them all to save myself a lot of trouble. These people are all backed by big shots, and I'm afraid of hurting them. By the way, let me tell you, Zhiheng, you must hold back. We promised the higher-ups in the command headquarters that we would not torture them, or we'll be in trouble in the end!"
Bian Ze was also doing this for Ning Zhiheng's own good. Bian Ze knew the young man's style of doing things. Usually, prisoners would be beaten to a pulp in his hands within two hours. He had even killed a prisoner in a fit of rage during interrogation when he couldn't get what he wanted. His methods were extremely ruthless, which is why he specifically warned him.
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