Siheyuan: Survival Guide for Courtyard No. 95

Zhao Shanhe saw four team members coming in from the front and back doors. He knew there was another person outside watching the pockmarked man, so he said to the four of them.

"Everyone will be searched, and then tied up with belts and taken back to the factory to work."

He had a good idea, but within two minutes, a lot of soldiers came outside, led by an officer in captain's uniform.

After seeing the uniforms worn by Zhao Shanhe and the others, the captain asked directly.

"What's going on here? Why are there gunshots?"

Zhao Shanhe also knew that any gunshot in Sijiu City was no small matter, but he didn't want the other side to know that they were catching enemy spies. If the credit was taken away by the army, he would have nowhere to cry.

"Comrade Captain, we are from the security department of the steel mill. Someone reported a gambling den here, so we came here to arrest people. We fired shots because there were too many gamblers and they saw that we were few in number and wanted to run away, so we fired shots to warn people and didn't hit anyone."

The captain looked at the gamblers who were standing against the wall and who had been tied up, and seeing that no one was injured, he stopped asking questions. The casino and the gamblers were not under their jurisdiction, and if the army had to deal with such a small matter, then what was the purpose of the police?

However, Zhao Shanhe still underestimated the speed at which the nearby police would arrive. Before he had tied up half of the people, people from the nearest police station arrived.

The leading police officer was also surprised to see the army personnel present. What happened? Even the army was alarmed?

But when he saw the security team kidnapping someone, he became confused again. Finally, he saw Zhao Shanhe standing nearby and guessed that he should be the leader of the team, so he stepped forward and asked.

“This...leader?

We are from the Donghuamen Police Station. What's going on with you?"

Zhao Shanhe knew that Li Gui could not scare Li Kui. If the real police came, even if they, the security personnel, were dressed the same as them, they were not police officers.

"Hello, Public Security Comrade.

We are from the Security Department of the Third Steel Rolling Mill. We received a report that some people were gambling here..."

Zhao Shanhe patiently repeated what he had just said to the captain, which made the police officers from Donghuamen Police Station look very excited.

"That's not right. Your Third Steel Rolling Mill is in the Great North. Why did you come to Donghuamen to arrest people?

Besides, you don’t have the right to arrest people here, right?”

The leading police officer rolled his eyes. This is a casino. Not to mention the credit for arresting those gamblers, just look at the money on those tables...

Those who understand here will understand. If I write too much, it will probably be censored.

Zhao Shanhe saw the other person's eyes rolling around and knew that something might have changed, so he walked over and whispered something in the other person's ear.

"I'm a relative of Director Zhang Xueyi. If you want credit, we can split it 50-50, half for each of us. What do you think?"

When the policeman heard Zhao Shanhe mentioned Zhang Xueyi, he immediately put on a smiling face.

"So we are a family. Since this matter has caused a stir, since my brother has spoken, then we will do whatever you say."

He was also giving in in disguise, because Donghuamen was also part of the DC area. He didn't have the guts to cause trouble for the Public Security Bureau chief's relatives.

Seeing that the other party understood what he meant, Zhao Shanhe found a curtain in the room, packed up half of the gambling money on the table, and left with the tied-up half of the people. Of course, he also took Jia Dongxu and the pockmarked man at the door away.

As for what happened to the remaining people and money, he didn't know. Don't ask, because it's a state secret.

When the group returned to the factory, it was already 10:250 in the evening. Zhao Shanhe took the package to the public security office, opened it and counted it to see if there was any extra money. There were still a few hundred yuan. He took out 50 yuan and gave yuan to each of the team members who followed him as soon as he left the office.

"This money is for the brothers' hard work. You guys can take it with peace of mind. I have to hand over the rest. Don't worry about it."

The five team members who went with them were so happy that they were almost lost for thought. They didn't have any other ideas at all. They could only get 5 yuan for busting a gambling den during a mission. Such a good thing didn't happen once a year. Even if they met a black-hearted leader, he would only give them a few yuan and put the rest in his own pocket. They could only watch helplessly.

"Zhao Ke, this is too much. Will everything be alright?"

There are always timid people, after all, they are given too much.

"What could be the problem? Didn't you drop this money on the ground when you went out just now? I picked it up for you.

How come it wasn't yours? If it wasn't yours, please hand it over to the factory for me, and ask who lost it."

"Don't worry, Chief Zhao.

It was me who lost it. I was wondering where the money in my pocket went.

I'm planning to buy some cornmeal tomorrow."

They were all adults, so everyone understood what to do after Zhao Shanhe's words. They sent five people to lock up the captured gamblers and casino runners in the detention room first. Zhao Shanhe took Jia Dongxu and carried the pockmarked face who had been briefly treated by him and then knocked unconscious again into the interrogation room.

A basin of cold water was poured on his head, and the pockmarked face woke up immediately. It was the end of December now, and the cold water and the low temperature were not a torture, but they were not very comfortable.

Seeing that the other party had woken up, Zhao Shanhe walked up to him and asked.

"Pockmarked face, huh? Tell me your real name."

The pockmarked man glanced at Jia Dongxu standing nearby, and then saw Zhao Shanhe in uniform in front of him, and knew that this arrest was definitely not because of the casino.

If it was because of the casino, the other party would not have been so ruthless right from the start. I guess it was because of the incident when I asked Wang Wu to draw the steel rolling mill.

He had been lurking in China for many years, and he knew very well that once caught, he would be almost certain to die, especially since he was a lowly person. Given China's hatred for their country, how could he possibly survive?

However, it is unlikely that he would commit suicide at this time. Although there are so many people biting their tongues to commit suicide on TV, it actually takes tremendous courage to do this in real life.

What about hiding potassium cyanide in the collar? Do you really think that the security department staff are not public security officers and can do nothing?

All his clothes were stripped off, and even if he really had poison to commit suicide, it would have been taken away long ago.

Knowing what he was about to face, the pockmarked face looked as ugly as it could be. He didn't want to die. He wanted to see the cherry blossoms in his hometown again.

"Sir, if I tell you, can you leave me a chance to live?"

Zhao Shanhe had never interrogated the spy and thought that these people were all tough. It was really true that TV dramas in later generations were too deceptive.

In fact, during the war, the Chicken people who were brainwashed by militarism were indeed a little crazy. But now Chicken has surrendered for more than ten years. How many of these people who have been lurking still have the locusts in their hearts?

"That depends on what you can offer. Let me ask you again, what is your real name?"

Seeing that the other party's words were full of desire to survive, Zhao Shanhe did not act too tough.

"My real name is Kanehito Fujita."

Zhao Shanhe felt relieved when he heard this Japanese name.