At noon the next day, He Xufeng left the South Island troops with his luggage. He took his luggage to a hotel in the county town and checked in.
He was quite familiar with the county town. He had studied here when he was in junior high school, so he knew where the Revolutionary Committee was without asking.
It was daytime now, and it was not convenient for him to cause trouble for the director of the Revolutionary Committee.
In order to have enough energy to do it at night, he planned to take a nap first.
At night, a nimble figure passed by the door of the Revolutionary Committee. After a while, the man climbed over the wall and entered the Revolutionary Committee.
The Revolutionary Committee was quiet at night, with only the sound of He Xufeng rummaging through things.
"Come here."
With a click, a hole appeared behind the bookshelf in the office of the director of the Revolutionary Committee. After entering the hole, He Xufeng restored the mechanism.
He followed the hole into the basement, which was filled with the smell of old papers mixed with dust. In the dim light, he found many cabinets.
The cabinets were filled with various antiques and gold. In the innermost cabinet, He Xufeng also found an account book.
At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside, and He Xufeng was startled. He quickly hid behind the cabinet.
After a while, he saw a middle-aged man sneaking in. He saw the middle-aged man opened a secret compartment, took out a piece of paper and was about to burn it. He Xufeng rushed out and kicked the match in the middle-aged man's hand.
"Who are you?" the middle-aged man shouted in horror.
"Hmph, someone comes to expose your crimes." He Xufeng shook the notebook in his hand.
The middle-aged man rushed towards He Xufeng and tried to snatch the book, and the two began to fight. After all, He Xufeng had practiced martial arts since he was a child, so he knocked him out soon.
In order to prevent him from running away, He Xufeng tore strips of cloth from his coat and tied him up with them.
The harvest tonight was quite good. I originally wanted to do something with the identity of the director of the Revolutionary Committee, but I didn't expect that his identity was really not simple.
Just now he found a radio in the secret compartment where the middle-aged man kept the note. In this era, people who collected radios were either spies or secret agents.
He Xufeng didn't want the antiques in the cabinet. He took a box of gold bars and didn't touch anything else in the cabinet.
When he left the Revolutionary Committee, he threw two letters of denunciation into the office of the deputy director of the Revolutionary Committee.
These two letters of complaint are of course reporting Deputy Commander Chen and Division Commander Liu. I hope this deputy director can be more capable.
He Xufeng planned to make a quick decision, so he took the tightly tied middle-aged man to the police station, along with the account book and a letter of denunciation.
The staff on duty at the Public Security Bureau heard a bang from outside, and when they came out of the door, they saw a person who was tied up tightly.
"Isn't this the director of the Revolutionary Committee? How could he be knocked unconscious and thrown into the Public Security Bureau in the middle of the night?"
"Look, there's a letter here. Let's read it before we decide whether to untie him."
The police officers were overjoyed after reading the letter of complaint. This ruthless director of the Revolutionary Committee was finally going to fall.
"Let's quickly notify the director and have him send someone to the Revolutionary Committee to search. As for this person, he hasn't been there yet anyway, so just throw him into the interrogation room."
The Public Security Bureau and the Revolutionary Committee have a deep-seated grudge against each other. Now that there is such a great opportunity to overthrow the Revolutionary Committee, how could they let it go?
Less than half an hour later, the Public Security Bureau mobilized all its forces to surround the Revolutionary Committee.
When they opened the door of the secret room and saw the antiques and gold inside, everyone couldn't help but gasp. How many people did this director of the Revolutionary Committee harm to get so many valuable things?
"Director, this is the radio station mentioned in the report letter."
"Well, let's pack up! Everything in the secret room must be moved out, and nothing can be left behind."
"Collect."
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