Chapter 103: Deter the Enemy Agent Yang Guodong

"Would you please shut up first?"

Jiang Bo glanced at him.

Qin Huairu was so frightened that she stopped talking immediately.

Jiang Bo said to the village party secretary:

"Now it's clear."

"Take Yang Guodong to the village office for a trial."

Then he pointed at Qin Huairu and his wife and said:

"Take these two back first."

The village party secretary immediately understood that everything about the enemy spies was confidential, and the fewer people who knew about it, the better.

So the militia was disbanded immediately.

Yang Guodong was tied up with a rope and taken back to the village office.

Yang Guodong was thrown to the ground like a dead dog.

The village party secretary dismissed everyone in the house and only left the security director.

Jiang Bo squatted in front of Yang Guodong and said:

"Where are your accomplices hiding?"

Yang Guodong's mind was working rapidly.

He still hasn't forgotten the feeling of being tortured just now.

I don’t know what kind of evil magic this little policeman used.

After the injection, half of his body felt suffocatingly painful.

That kind of pain raged through every nerve in the body, and every nerve fiber felt like it was being pierced by countless red-hot steel needles.

He had been subjected to various tortures in the special training camp.

But at that moment, he was willing to do anything as long as he could stop suffering this torture.

He never wanted to try this feeling again.

"Yes, in Sanjiadian Village. There is a hunter's house to the north. They are there."

"But now that they've seen the smoke I set off, they should have withdrawn."

Yang Guodong knew what was waiting for him if he didn't answer.

So, after a little hesitation, he answered Jiang Bo's question.

did not expect.

Jiang Bo shook his head.

"You're not telling the truth."

As he spoke, he took out another needle from the needle bag.

Yang Guodong's pupils tremble:

"I am telling the truth!"

"You'll know if you send someone to take a look!"

Yang Guodong couldn't figure it out. He tried his best to speak sincerely in both tone and speed.

Why did Jiang Bo immediately conclude that he was not telling the truth?

And, so sure.

You know, he has received special training!

Moreover, under normal circumstances, once you get the information, shouldn't you confirm it as soon as possible?

At most, I would threaten you before you leave: "If you dare to lie to me, I will tear you into pieces!"

And after finding out that he has been deceived, he would beat himself up severely.

However, by that time, his accomplices should have evacuated safely.

and.

The hunter's residence in Sanjiadian Village was indeed an alternative option for them to hide.

Both the location and conditions are perfect for lurking.

He didn't understand how Jiang Bo made that judgment.

Could it be that he is deceiving himself?

Jiang Bo looked at him, his eyes as calm as water.

"You're not telling the truth."

"You don't have to look at me like that. I can tell from your micro-expressions whether you are lying or not."

"You are not good enough to deceive me."

"This injection is a punishment for you."

"Next time you lie, you'll get two shots."

As soon as he finished speaking, the needle in his hand had already pierced into Yang Guodong's ankle.

Familiar formula, familiar pain.

Sharp and burning.

Yang Guodong regretted it deeply in his heart.

He blinked desperately to signal, but Jiang Bo remained unmoved.

The person in front of me counted his watch indifferently:

"...5, 4, 3, 2, 1."

Jiang Bo took out the needle.

Yang Guodong was breathing heavily.

"The Yaowang Temple in Pengjiayao, they are there."

"Several people?"

"Eight."

"Are there any guns?"

"Yes, pistols and bayonets, and grenades."

Jiang Bo put away the needle.

This time, by observing his micro-expressions, Yang Guodong was quite honest and was telling the truth.

It seems that his "acupuncture torture" has successfully frightened him.

Even if he dares to lie, I can still see through him by judging his micro-expressions.

However, I guess he doesn't have the courage to do that.

In fact, it’s not just Yang Guodong.

The village party secretary and security director were also shocked.

Especially the director of public security Qin Dazhuang, his eyes were wide open.

He used to be with the militia and had dealt with spies.

In his impression, enemy spies are not only cunning, but often have received special training and their methods are very vicious.

In particular, Yang Guodong not only carried a dagger, but also had a gun in his hand.

Under such circumstances, Jiang Bo was able to capture Yang Guodong alive with his bare hands and remained unharmed.

This is simply not something ordinary people can do.

He could see that with Jiang Bo's skills, he was at the top level even in a unit that excelled in grappling and fighting.

He just took a needle and gently pricked the spy, and the spy confessed everything.

In Qin Dazhuang's eyes, it is also magical.

He had heard that some old Chinese medicine practitioners had this ability.

Once the acupuncture points are identified and a few needles are given, difficult and complicated diseases can be cured.

However, if they want to make someone feel miserable and want to die, it is easy for them.

Qin Dazhuang wondered if Jiang Bo came from such a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.

Anyway, no matter what.

Qin Dazhuang's admiration for Jiang Bo has now reached its peak.

Jiang Bo didn't notice at all that the man next to him, who was in his forties, was now looking at him with starry eyes of admiration.

He said to the village party secretary.

"The situation is extremely urgent. I need the village to send someone to report this to the police station."

"I'm going to Pengjiayao to chase the fleeing enemy spies."

The old branch secretary said:

"Don't worry, I will go to North City myself and make sure I report the situation completely to the police station."

Jiang Bo nodded:

"Take this enemy spy with you."

"The sooner the better."

After saying that, he was about to leave.

"I'll take a few people with me and go with you."

The Director of Public Security said:

"There are eight of them. You can't go alone."

Jiang Bo said:

"No, I'll go there by bike. I can't waste any time."

There is only one bicycle in the village, owned by the village office, and it is usually used by village cadres when they go out to do business.

Take someone with you, the others can only walk, which is too slow.

The director of public security thought for a moment and said:

"Then I'll go with you on my bike."

"I am also familiar with the people in Pengjiayao Village. I will ask them to send a few people to support us when the time comes."

In this era, almost every village brigade across the country has a militia organization.

The year before last, the central government also called on the masses to "establish militia divisions". Male and female militiamen from each village would practice hard to kill the enemy during their slack seasons. How impressive it was.

"Well."

"As for the two of them, lock them up first and don't let them move around without permission."

Jiang Bo pointed at Qin Huairu and Jia Dongxu and continued to say to the village party secretary:

"Also, let me tell you all, today's events must be kept secret. No one should tell anyone."

The village party secretary agreed to all of them.

The group is ready.

When I went out, I saw Qin Huairu and his wife standing outside the yard.

Qin Huairu knew that she had caused a great disaster and was in tears.

Jia Dongxu pushed the militiamen who were escorting him in defiance.

The village party secretary pointed at their noses with a stern look:

"I'll deal with you two when I come back."

"Wait for your punishment!"