I painted an aircraft carrier on the courtyard house for Dongda University.

"Haha, that's more like it!" Long Bu laughed even more heartily. "Since we're on the same side, I won't stand on ceremony—if you have the time, how about developing some special equipment for us?"

Zhou Weiguo asked curiously, "What equipment does the 'Dragon Division' refer to?"

Long Bu counted on his fingers, "For example, silenced pistols, silenced submachine guns, bulletproof vests, infrared night vision devices, portable encrypted radios, and special vehicles. Oh right, you've already developed sniper rifles, so that doesn't count. On a larger scale, we lack helicopters, fighter jets, reconnaissance aircraft, bombers, destroyers, nuclear submarines, aircraft carriers, and long-range ballistic nuclear missiles!"

Zhou Weiguo was stunned, his mouth agape, as if he could fit a fist in it, and he looked at Long Bu as if he were a madman.

Old Qin, who was standing to the side, could no longer hold back and burst into laughter, clutching his stomach.

"So, even you can be intimidated sometimes, kid?" Old Qin chuckled, then teased, "Look at the Dragon Clan's scale; they're much bigger than you!"

Zhou Weiguo also became interested and jokingly asked, "Department Chief Long, if I could actually produce a few of those things you mentioned, how would you reward me?"

Old Qin was stunned for a moment, looking at him incredulously: "You actually have an idea, kid? Tell me!"

Long Bu's smile vanished, and he said seriously, "If you can really pull it off, as long as it doesn't violate national interests or betray the people, I'll do whatever you ask!"

Zhou Weiguo instantly thought of Natasha and Lou Xiao'e, and blurted out, "Then if I marry several more wives, can you approve it?"

Long Bu was taken aback at first, then he and Old Qin burst into laughter. "You have to go to the neighborhood committee to find out about getting married, I can't interfere!" Long Bu laughed until he was breathless.

Old Qin stared at him with a half-smile: "You little rascal, are you up to something again?"

"No, no, I was just joking!" Zhou Weiguo quickly waved his hand in denial.

Old Qin waved his hand, his joking tone fading: "Alright, enough with the banter, let's get down to business."

Zhou Weiguo nodded and followed Qin Lao and Long Bu into the room. As soon as they entered, they found that the guards had set up the room as a proper interrogation room—a long table was placed in the center, with two serious-looking soldiers standing on either side, while Bald Dao Ge was tied to a wooden stool in front of the table with the gag removed.

As soon as Zhou Weiguo appeared, a flash of shock crossed Dao Ge's eyes, which was then replaced by a deep sense of resentment.

He watched this unfold and couldn't help but chuckle to himself: You call yourself a leader of the Military Intelligence Bureau? You were knocked unconscious and subdued by me with a few rifle butts. You're nothing special.

He turned to Elder Qin and Commander Long, his tone sincere: "Elder Qin, Commander Long, could I ask you two questions first? They concern the safety of my family."

Old Qin and Long exchanged a glance, and the former nodded: "Alright, go ahead and ask, don't delay the important matter."

Without further hesitation, Zhou Weiguo drew his pistol from his waist, gripped the gun with his other hand, and gently waved the cold handle in front of Brother Dao.

Dao Ge's eyes unconsciously followed the movement of the gun butt, but a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm different from them; I don't have that many complicated schemes."

Zhou Weiguo said in a calm tone, "I'll just ask you two questions. Just answer them truthfully."

Dao Ge chuckled self-deprecatingly, his voice hoarse: "I never expected... I went to so much trouble to catch you, only to end up losing the whole team to you. You wouldn't happen to be bait planted by the higher-ups, would you? Just waiting for us to walk right into it?"

"I'm here to ask you questions, not to chat idly." Zhou Weiguo waved his hand, interrupting his speculation.

Brother Dao shrugged, adopting a "what's the use" attitude: "Fine, those of us in this line of work expected this day to come. Do what you want, kill or beat me, I'll take responsibility for my actions!"

"I don't ask about secrets, I only ask about matters between two people."

Zhou Weiguo stared into his eyes. "The rest is none of my business, and I have no interest in knowing."

Brother Dao paused for a moment, a hint of curiosity appearing on his face: "Oh? What do you want to know?"

"Was it Jia Dongxu who provided you with the information about the dog hole at the steel rolling mill? Is he one of your people?" Zhou Weiguo went straight to the point.

Dao Ge scoffed, making no attempt to hide his disdain: "Jia Dongxu? He thinks he's worthy of being one of us? That kid lost over two hundred yuan at our gambling den and is drowning in debt. We heard he worked at a steel mill, so we casually asked him about the factory—a lot of the information you have is just him bragging about to pay off his debts."

Zhou Weiguo nodded knowingly, then asked, "What about Wu Yuejin? What's his relationship with you?"

"Wu Yuejin?" Brother Dao frowned, and it took him a while to realize what he meant. "You mean that arrogant rich kid? He found us in the Eight Great Hutongs, paid us to deal with you, and even revealed a lot about you and your nephew, saying he'd never forgive you."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Weiguo couldn't help but laugh out loud—it turned out that these two weren't enemy agents or accomplices, but just two clowns. One was burdened with gambling debts and was being used, while the other, relying on his family's connections, wanted to settle personal scores. It was both laughable and pathetic.

He turned to Elder Qin and Chief Long, his tone more relaxed: "Elder Qin, Chief Long, these two keep causing me trouble. What are your plans to do?"

After a moment's hesitation, Long Bu said firmly, "None of them are good people. Although their crimes don't warrant death, it's only right that they be locked up for ten or eight years to reflect on their actions."

Zhou Weiguo added with a smile, "Jia Dongxu is just an ordinary worker, easy to deal with. But Wu Yuejin supposedly has a deputy director-general uncle and a powerful maternal uncle—I heard his maternal uncle's cousin is Old Wu, who's at the same level as you, Elder Qin? Aren't you worried about Old Wu's side objecting if you deal with Wu Yuejin?"

Upon hearing this, Old Qin's expression instantly became fascinating, a mixture of amusement and helplessness, with various emotions swirling on his face.

Seeing his expression, Zhou Weiguo teased, "Old Qin, you're not afraid of Old Wu, are you? If you can't afford to offend him, then you'll just let this matter go?"

Long Bu, standing to the side, couldn't help but look at Zhou Weiguo with a strange gaze, as if to say, "You've got some nerve, kid."

Zhou Weiguo was somewhat bewildered by the two men's stares, unable to figure out what they meant.

Old Qin finally couldn't hold back any longer and waved his hand: "Alright, alright, get out of here after you've asked your questions! We'll handle these two, you don't need to worry about them."

Zhou Weiguo nodded and turned to leave, but then suddenly remembered something and turned back sharply: "By the way, Elder Qin, Director Long! I heard from his subordinates that there are other groups of Military Intelligence Bureau members in Beijing besides theirs, and they seem to be planning to attack the visiting leaders of the Republic of my country! You'd better ask him for details."

These words were like a bombshell. The expressions of Elder Qin and the Dragon Division instantly turned serious. Even Brother Dao, who had been pretending to be indifferent, suddenly narrowed his eyes and showed an expression of disbelief.