You were allowed to marry into No. 76 family, and you were promoted to director?

Chapter 12 Bait?

Sun Pingan, Zhou Mei, and Ma Shangcheng.

Among these three people, one is the head of the Intelligence Department, one is a traitor of the Military Control Commission, and one is the head of the Operations Department.

It’s impossible for Sun Ping’an, Ding Moqun is sure of that.

Ma Shangcheng. There were at least eighty Military Control Commission and Red Party agents who died at the hands of this guy.

The team that destroyed the Military Control Commission’s Magic City Station was still led by Ma Shangcheng.

If the undercover agent is Ma Shangcheng, then the Military Intelligence Bureau has really invested a huge amount of money, using almost all the Military Intelligence Bureau agents in the Magic City to support Ma Shangcheng.

Ding Moqun shook his head when he thought of this.

Then it can only be Zhou Mei, but what does Zhou Mei want?
You've become a traitor, yet you're still doing little tricks and pretending to surrender?

After thinking for about ten minutes, Ding Moqun picked up the phone and dialed the Special Higher Section directly.

At the same time, Zhao Xuan had followed the people from the Operations Department to a photo studio on Nanjing Road.

The person leading the operation team is called Fan Dingfang. He is neither tall nor short, less than 1.7 meters tall. He looks harmless and is the type who can become invisible if thrown into a crowd.

The car stopped at the side of the road. Fan Dingfang, who was sitting in the back seat with Zhao Xuan, smiled:
"Brother Zhao, don't be nervous. Our people have already found out. The little spy from the Military Control Commission is still in the photo studio. Wait a moment. We will be able to see him in a few minutes at most."

(Such a small fish actually has someone to share the credit for it. Damn, he is indeed a relative. With the director as his backer, he gets all the credit. I am so envious!)

Zhao Xuan smiled and nodded:
"Lao Fan, can I call you that?"

Fan Dingfang smiled and nodded quickly:
"of course can!"

"Okay, Lao Fan, then just call me by my name."

After chatting with Fan Dingfang, Zhao Xuan was now very confused.

Didn’t they say they were setting up a trap to identify the suspects? Could it be that the people in the photo studio were really their colleagues?
For a moment, Zhao Xuan was a little confused.

boom--

Less than two minutes later, there was a sudden explosion in the photo studio. Fan Dingfang glared, immediately got out of the car with his gun drawn, and rushed towards the photo studio with his men. When he got out of the car, he did not forget to instruct Zhao Xuan:

"Zhao Xuan, just stay in the car. I'll take someone to check it out."

Zhao Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly and watched Fan Dingfang lead his men away without any intention of getting off the car.

After a while, Fan Dingfang came back, and Zhao Xuan also saw the people from the action team dragging a man in a suit and tie into another car.

"Old Fan, what's the situation?"

Fan Dingfang smiled:

"We've caught him. Let's go back quickly and interrogate him as soon as possible. We'll try to arrest everyone who was in contact with that guy."

(Damn, that Military Intelligence Bureau spy must be mentally ill. Why did he throw a bomb for no reason? No one was killed.)
(If he hadn't had the time to throw the grenade, he would have destroyed all the documents long ago. It seems that guy is a rookie and lacks experience.)
Listening to Fan Dingfang's inner complaints, Zhao Xuan leaned back in his chair and nodded slightly:
"Okay, then go back quickly."

Haha, interesting. It seems that this so-called Military Intelligence Bureau agent may not necessarily be a Military Intelligence Bureau agent.

Is this the trap Ding Moqun set for himself? How much does he despise himself?
Interrogation Room No. 76.

Zhao Xuan sat in the interrogation seat and watched Fan Dingfang's men greet the captured spies.

Zhao Xuan believed it when he saw the determination to die rather than speak. Of course, if he hadn't heard the boy's inner voice, Zhao Xuan might have believed it.

At this time, the photo studio owner, who was beaten to a bloody pulp, still looked at Fan Dingfang and his gang defiantly.

(Damn, it was so hard to get five big yellow croakers. Did the director say hello? Why do I feel like these guys are serious?)
(Also, that kid is really patient. He just sat there and watched for an hour without saying a word. How can I test him?)

The captured "Military Control Commission" spy spat a mouthful of blood at Fan Dingfang. Fan Dingfang was so angry that he gasped for breath. He snatched the whip from his subordinate and beat the spy.

"You're pretty tough, but do you think I can't do anything to you if you don't speak up? There's still a lot of information in the photo studio that you didn't have time to destroy. Even if you don't speak up, I can continue to investigate."

"You idiot, when you threw the grenade, didn't you think about blowing up the file?"

The spy was a little confused after hearing this, those information were given to him by Ding Moqun specifically, and he was asked to burn half and keep the other half, so how come he became the fool now?
(What’s going on? This guy seems to have no idea about the director’s plan. The director specifically asked me to leave that information. Why hasn’t the director come yet? If he doesn’t come, I’ll confess.)
After watching for an hour, Zhao Xuan is now certain.

Fan Dingfang really didn't know that this so-called Military Intelligence Bureau spy was a bait arranged by Ding Moqun.

If this is the case, then Ding Moqun should come to the interrogation room. After all, if he doesn't accept the challenge, the spy will not be able to complete the task assigned by Ding Moqun.

Now Ding Moqun can only come here in person to continue the performance.

But it has been an hour and Ding Moqun hasn't arrived yet. Zhao Xuan feels very sorry for this "Military Control Commission" spy.

She was able to endure an hour-long beating. I wish Zhou Mei could be that tough.

Just as Zhao Xuan was complaining in his heart, Ding Moqun came to the interrogation room.

Fan Dingfang hurried to Ding Moqun, nodded and said:

"Director, this kid is too stubborn and refuses to say a word."

"But don't worry, Director. We have obtained the remaining information from the photo studio. We can follow the clues and we will definitely get a lot of rewards."

Ding Moqun nodded, glanced coldly at the spy on the interrogation chair, then smiled at Zhao Xuan who had stood up and was standing nearby:

"Ah Xuan, this guy is a liaison officer of the Military Control Commission. I don't know if he is on the same page as the woman in the flower shop, but he can still help you vent your anger."

After saying this, under the puzzled gazes of everyone in the interrogation room, Ding Moqun took out his gun and handed it to Zhao Xuan:

"Why, did you have a shadow from the last target practice?"

(Zhao Xuan, I hope you can pass my screening. I will feel at ease if my family helps me.)
Zhao Xuan looked at the gun in his hand and felt happy.

As an experienced criminal investigator, he could tell whether there was a bullet in the gun just by touching it. Ding Moqun actually thought of identifying himself in this way.

Moreover, Zhao Xuan had turned on the perspective mode, and he saw at a glance that there were no bullets in the magazine.

And the remaining information that was burned, this is still a chain trap.

Zhao Xuan nodded expressionlessly:

"No."

Ding Moqun smiled with satisfaction:
"That's good. Since you won't talk, the information is still there. This person is useless. I'll leave it to you to vent your anger. Kill him!"

Hearing this, the spy tied to the torture chair showed an expression of being ready to sacrifice himself, and glared at Zhao Xuan and others with wide eyes.

(End of this chapter)