Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

"Don't move! None of you are allowed to move!"

Zhou Jianguo's booming voice resounded in the luxurious presidential suite.

More than a dozen dark Type 54 pistols instantly locked onto Paul Smith, who was slumped on the ground, from all angles.

Even the few translators and their entourage who were trembling in the corner were unceremoniously pinned against the wall by the staff.

Paul was so startled by this sudden turn of events that he shuddered.

But he was, after all, a highly trained spy with psychological qualities far exceeding those of ordinary people.

After a brief moment of panic, he forced himself to calm down.

"What are you doing! What do you want to do?!"

Paul got up from the carpet, straightened his silk robe, and struck an extremely arrogant and angry pose.

He pointed at Zhou Jianguo and shouted at him in fluent Chinese.

"I am a legitimate businessman from the United States! I am a distinguished guest invited by your government to conduct an inspection!"

"How dare you break into my room with guns!"

"This is a serious diplomatic incident! I want to protest to your leadership! I want to see our consul!"

Paul attempted to exert pressure by leveraging diplomatic immunity and his status as a foreign businessman.

In his view, these low-ranking Chinese police officers wouldn't dare to touch a foreigner.

However, Zhou Jianguo just looked at him coldly, as if he were watching a ridiculous clown.

"Protest? See the consul?"

Zhou Jianguo sneered and strode to the military cipher machine that was still emitting blue smoke and had been burned beyond recognition.

"Mr. Paul, have you ever seen any respectable foreign businessman playing with this kind of military-grade radio receiver in a hotel room in the middle of the night?"

Zhou Jianguo turned around abruptly, staring intently at Paul.

"Stop playing dumb with me!"

"Do you think you can steal state secrets at will on our turf just because you're a businessman?"

Paul's expression changed slightly, but he remained stubbornly defiant.

"It's just a regular radio! I'm just listening to our country's broadcasts!"

"You have no evidence whatsoever that I have engaged in any illegal activities!"

"If you dare touch a single hair on my head, I guarantee you'll regret it!"

"You want evidence, huh? Fine, I'll make sure you die knowing why!"

Chen Bing, who had been standing behind Zhou Jianguo, stepped out with a cold face.

He ignored Paul's shouts.

Instead, he went straight to the deepest part of the suite, to the corner covered with an expensive Persian carpet.

With the precise coordinates provided by Zhang Huaimin on the holographic radar, Chen Bing did not hesitate at all.

He lifted his large foot, which was clad in a heavy military boot.

"Bang!"

He stomped hard on the seemingly flat solid wood floor.

With a crisp "crack," the wooden board shattered.

Chen Bing bent down and forcefully lifted a secret cover hidden under the carpet.

"What are you doing! You're damaging my private property!"

Upon witnessing this scene, Paul's previously maintained arrogance crumbled instantly, and extreme fear finally appeared in his eyes.

He tried to rush over to stop them, but two officers held him down by the shoulders.

Chen Bing deftly pulled out several items from the hidden compartment.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

One after another, they were thrown heavily onto the coffee table in front of Paul.

A small but extremely powerful American-made miniature encrypted radio.

A loaded Browning pistol with a silencer.

And, a codebook filled with coded messages that hadn't been burned yet!

The proof is like a mountain!

"Mr. Paul, is this the radio you use to listen to the radio?"

Chen Bing pointed at the Browning pistol, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Or is this gun the steak knife you use?"

boom!

Paul looked at the spy equipment on the table and felt a loud "buzz" in his head.

All his trump cards and all his pretense were completely torn apart at this moment.

His stealth skills, which he was very proud of.

In front of these Chinese police officers, they were as if they were transparent!

How did they know the exact location of the hidden compartment?!

Not even an inch off!

"This is impossible... How did you know...?"

Paul's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground again.

His prized espionage skills crumbled completely in the face of overwhelming strength and intelligence.

His once fair face was now deathly pale, devoid of any color.

Cold sweat dripped down my forehead like beads from a broken string.

Zhou Jianguo stepped forward.

He pulled out the cold, heavy steel handcuffs from his waist.

Without the slightest hesitation.

"Click! Click!"

Two crisp metallic clanging sounds rang out in the luxurious presidential suite.

The handcuffs locked Paul's wrists tightly and firmly, which were still trembling slightly.

Paul Smith.

Zhou Jianguo looked down at him, his voice icy and piercing, exuding an undeniable national authority.

"I am now formally arresting you on suspicion of espionage, attempting to steal top-secret national security, and seriously endangering national security!"

"As for your diplomatic privileges..."

Zhou Jianguo snorted coldly, his eyes filled with contempt.

"In the face of treason and espionage, your diplomatic privileges are nothing but a piece of waste paper used to wipe your own ass!"

"take away!"

With a command from Zhou Jianguo.

Several fierce-looking officers stepped forward, carrying it like a dead dog.

They roughly dragged Paul Smith, the arrogant Western spy who had just been so condescending, off the ground.

Paul did not resist, nor did he shout any further.

He was simply being dragged along like a lump of mud, his eyes empty and filled with despair.

He knew that his life was truly over.

In this distant ancient country in the East.

He lost not only money and status, but also freedom and even his life.

What awaits him is endless interrogation and a life behind bars in the dark.

"Clean up the scene, bring all physical evidence back to the station, and conduct a surprise investigation overnight!"

Zhou Jianguo waved his hand, and the staff immediately began to work in an orderly manner.

Watching Paul being led out of the room.

Zhou Jianguo and Chen Bing exchanged a glance, and both of them saw in each other's eyes the extreme satisfaction of avenging a great enemy and bringing the villains to justice.

This malignant tumor buried in Beijing has finally been uprooted by them.

And all of this is thanks to that little prodigy who sat in the courtyard and never even stepped out of the door.

Just as the two officers were supporting Paul, who was pale and looked like he had lost his parents, and preparing to walk out of the suite,

Suddenly, a series of light footsteps echoed down the corridor.

"etc."

A childish yet incredibly clear voice rang out at the doorway.

Paul subconsciously looked up, and in his lifeless eyes was reflected a five-year-old boy with delicate features, wearing a blue cotton-padded jacket.

Zhang Huaimin walked slowly in from outside the door, his hands behind his back.

He looked at Paul, who was handcuffed and looked disheveled, and a naive smile appeared on his lips.

"Grandpa Zhou, this foreign uncle has come all the way to our country as a guest and has brought so many 'gifts'."

"Wouldn't it be too rude of us to just let him go like that?"

As Zhang Huaimin spoke, he took something out of his pocket.

He slowly and deliberately took out a small, transparent glass bottle, about the size of a fingernail, containing half a bottle of red liquid.

He winked at Zhou Jianguo.

That smile concealed a chillingly wicked sense of humor.