Cicada Moving

Chapter 330 You don’t mind, do you?

Wang Lizhong seemed to hear the roar of the engine and the strong smell of gasoline in a daze. Why was he in the car? His eyes widened, but he could only see darkness.

 “Uh! Uh!”

After many years of counterintelligence work, he immediately realized that he had been kidnapped. As for who would do this, he couldn't think of anyone else except the underground party, and he immediately began to struggle desperately.

However, his hands and feet were tightened with pig trotters, his mouth was stuffed with cloth strips, his head was covered with a hood, and his ears were even stuffed with cotton. No one could escape this situation.

He couldn't even move or straighten his body. His hands and ankles were tied together by a cowhide rope, making him look like a prawn tied behind his back.

The more Wang Lizhong struggled, the more desperate he became. His opponent was too cautious and left him no chance to escape or call for help. Only professional intelligence personnel, such as his old friend Lao Liu, would do this.

Soon he completely lost the sense of space and time, mechanically following the bumps of the vehicle up and down. After an unknown period of time, the car suddenly stopped with a screeching sound, and the surroundings fell into complete silence.

 “Ding, dang, dang.”

Wang Lizhong heard someone knocking on the car, from far to near, and finally stopped behind him. He swallowed, thinking about how to beg for mercy and escape from this disaster.

Zuo Zhong raised his hand to open the trunk lid of the car. He looked at the motionless target with a sneer on his face. It was too late to pretend to be honest, and then he checked whether the rope tower on his body was intact.

The result was very good. Even the pigs couldn't get away, let alone Wang Lizhong. He immediately pulled the bastard's hair hard and picked him up. He had to rush back before going to work, and time was tight.

Wang Lizhong was pulled out of the suitcase and knelt down on his back in a weird posture. His knee hit the stone hard, causing him to shed tears and let out a muffled groan.

Physical pain is nothing, what frightens him more is the other person's attitude towards him. This is not like the attitude towards people, but a piece of cargo, a lifeless thing.

Zuo Zhong didn't know what he was thinking. He bent down and pulled off his hood and the cloth in his mouth. He raised his feet and kicked the man over. Then he stood there with his arms folded, waiting for this guy to open his eyes.

"Comrade, have mercy! I have the gold bars given to me by the Fruit Party. As long as you let me go, I will give you all these things. The southwest side will be defeated. If you take the money and leave, they will never find you."

Wang Lizhong didn't open his eyes and kept talking. He thought that he didn't see the other party's appearance, and if he used money to bribe him, there would be a chance of survival. After all, who doesn't love gold bars in this world.

Zuo Zhong was happy. This **** is still stubborn. If it was for money, why would he work so hard? Wang Lizhong must have never heard of the saying that the law restrains the body and faith restrains the soul.

Shameless people always think that others are the same as them, but they don’t know that besides money, there are more things worth pursuing in the world. But since the other person thinks so, then you might as well cooperate.

He changed his mind and said with a smile: "Don't close your eyes. I am not an underground party. I am Zuo Chong, the intelligence section chief of the Secret Service. I think you have heard of my name. Do you know my purpose?"

 Chief of the Intelligence Section of the Secret Service?

 Left heavy?

Wang Lizhong's begging for mercy stopped. Of course he knew who Zuo Zhong was. He was mentioned many times in meetings of the Political Security Bureau. The underground party knew that this person had arrested Japanese spies many times.

At the same time, all underground parties who work in Jinling are warned to avoid the Secret Service as much as possible. Zuo Zhong is good at finding and destroying intelligence networks, and is a very difficult opponent.

But why did the other party break into the safe place of the secret service headquarters? Wang Lizhong thought for a while. First of all, Zuo Zhong should not be an underground party. The other party's background and family background determined that this possibility was very small.

It is worth mentioning that Southwest once wanted to contact this person secretly, but was rejected because the conditions were not mature enough to determine this person's position. This also shows that Zuo Zhong is not an underground party person.

What’s more, he heard that Zuo Zhong was there when Xie Jiuwen and his wife were executed, and there was no abnormality at the scene. From this point of view, Zuo Zhong’s purpose of killing the people in the secret service headquarters might just be to attack Xu Enzeng.

He has heard about the disputes between the first and second offices countless times since he came to Jinling. Dai Chunfeng is an old and cunning man, Zuo Shenzhong is sinister and vicious, and the master and apprentice are in trouble for the treacherous general Director Xu.

To be honest, Wang Lizhong felt a little regretful after hearing these words. If he knew that the Secret Service Headquarters was such a waste, he might as well have cooperated with the Secret Service. Maybe Zhang Anren would have been caught long ago.

Zuo Zhong saw that this guy didn't say a word, so he immediately walked away and kicked him hard: "Who are you? Why did Xu Enzeng hide you? Let's talk about it openly, so that we can suffer less."

Wang Lizhong thought for a while but still did not dare to open his eyes, and replied in a low voice: "My surname is Wang, and I know some underground party members. Director Xu asked me to identify underground party members in important institutions at the Qunye Conference."

He left it open and did not tell everything. No one can guarantee whether the person named Zuo will be rewarded with his leader when he hears that he is an underground party. These spies have no good things and cannot be trusted easily.

Xu Enzeng said he would keep himself safe, but what happened now? He was kidnapped from a heavily guarded safe spot, and no agent from the secret service headquarters came to save him. They were a bunch of liars.

"hehe."

Zuo Zhong smiled: "It's not just as simple as knowing some underground party members. If you can make Xu Enzeng act so carefully, you are an underground party member!" When he mentioned the three words "underground party party", his tone was serious.

Wang Lizhong shivered in fright when he heard this. He knew he couldn't hide it from Zuo Zhong, who had a grudge with the secret service headquarters, and he didn't want to admit his identity, so he had to hum and pretend to be stupid. Zuo Zhong chuckled lightly: "Okay, it doesn't matter to me whether you are an underground party member. I just want to know how many underground parties you helped Xu Enzeng find. What are their surnames and what agencies they work for.

 Don't try to deceive me. I have killed everyone who protects you. If you don't have enough chips, you will not escape death, so your next answer should be of sufficient value. "

 There is no escape from death.

Wang Lizhong was relieved when he heard these four words. If the other party really wanted to kill him, he wouldn't have said so many words. Since Zuo Zhong wanted information, it meant that he was safe for the time being.

So he rubbed and rubbed, turning himself to Zuo Zhong's side, and slowly opened his eyes, only to see a smiling young man looking at him. This man was indeed a smiling tiger as others said.

Wang Lizhong felt his throat was a little itchy and wanted to speak, but he couldn't answer Zuo Zhong's question because over the past few months, he had looked through thousands of files and couldn't find any underground party members.

If it weren't for Xie Jiuwen's contribution, Xu Enzeng would have lost his patience long ago. Now this smiling tiger is more difficult to deal with than Xu Enzeng. He must show his trump card, otherwise the opponent will really kill people.

He smiled bitterly: "Chief Zuo, Wang has been identifying people here for a long time, but unfortunately he has not seen any underground party members. He only helped Director Xu find a lurking officer a few months ago.

Don't worry, as long as you leave me alive, I will help you find all the underground parties in Jinling City. I have worked in the White Area Work Department for many years, and you should know where that place is. "

 “Oh, really.”

Zuo Zhong glanced at him: "Of course I know the White Area Work Department. It is the trump card of Southwest, but the secret line is the top priority of every intelligence agency. Can you find that officer by yourself?

Besides, I know the officer you are talking about. Isn’t it Xie Jiuwen? You don’t have any evidence. How could the military allow the secret service headquarters to arrest him? Damn it, you didn’t tell the whole story. "

"this.."

Wang Lizhong smiled awkwardly and explained: "The officer was captured at that time because of my ideological education. I took away the information under the pretext of checking the files, and then turned to the light."

Things were clarified. No one cooperated with this bastard. As expected, he knew Xie Jiuwen and took the confidential files as a declaration of surrender. When he arrived at the Quanye Conference, he did not find any underground party members.

 In this case, it’s time to get to the point.

Zuo Zhong squeezed the sheepskin gloves on his hands, strolled up to Wang Lizhong, stared at him for a while, then turned his head to look at the hills and woods in front of him, and said leisurely: "How about this?"

How is it? What is it like?

Wang Lizhong stretched his neck and took a look, and found that it was just an ordinary countryside scenery, which looked a bit cold under the early morning mist. But on the surface, he said with a flattering smile: "The scenery is beautiful and quite elegant."

 “Hahaha, elegant, tsk, elegant.”

Zuo Zhong laughed suddenly, stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder and asked: "Speaking of Xie Jiuwen, I want to ask you if you know how they treated Xie Jiuwen after he was captured by the secret service headquarters?"

Wang Lizhong always felt that something was different from what he thought, so he laughed dryly and said: "This person is a die-hard member of the underground party. No punishment is too harsh. Wang is loyal to the party and the state wholeheartedly."

 “It’s a good idea to be loyal to the party and the state.” Zuo Zhong looked appreciative and continued to ask: “Even if his nose and ears were cut off, his eyes were gouged out, and his eardrums were pierced, would you not feel heartbroken at all?”

 “I don’t feel bad!”

"No regrets?"

 “Wang is at odds with the underground party!”

Wang Lizhong answered resolutely, wishing he could act loyal and courageous, but the ropes on his hands and feet restricted his performance, making this pretentious gesture look ridiculous.

Zuo Zhong gave a thumbs up: "You are indeed loyal. Let us get to know Zuo Zhong again, the underground party intelligence agent, the underground party you betrayed and are sworn in with."

 At this point, he looked around and said with some regret: "What a pity, I originally wanted to do to Mr. Wang what the Secret Service Headquarters did to Lao Xie, but that would expose my identity.

 So I decided to change the method. First, I will smash all your bones into pieces, and then use a big fire to send you to die in such a beautiful and elegant place. Mr. Wang, do you mind? "

 After speaking, he took out a small hammer from the sack in his suitcase, shook the shining hammer head with his mouth, and walked towards Wang Lizhong humming the song that Xie Jiuwen and Gu Lan sang when they died.

“The most deplorable thing is that those poisonous snakes and beasts have eaten up our flesh and blood.”

“Once they are wiped out, the bright red sun will shine all over the world.”

 (End of this chapter)