In an office at Laohuqiao Prison.
Ding Mocun looked through the confessions in front of him, with no emotion or anger on his face.
Although this afternoon's operation fell short due to the inexplicable murder of Gao Zhanlong, Dingmo Village still asked the personnel of the Party Affairs Office to arrest a large number of suspects and enter Laohuqiao Prison.
The time when Gao Zhanlong was killed was not far behind the time when the red party contacted the intelligence. Ding Mocun still felt a little unwilling in his heart.
What if that important figure from the Red Party appears nearby in advance?
With such a lucky idea, Ding Mo Village began the interrogation work non-stop after catching many suspects.
However, judging from the current situation, his men did not find any valuable targets, which made Ding Mo Village a little disappointed.
Although for now, there is basically no one competing with Ding Mo Village for the position of Director of the Party Affairs Office, but as long as he does not sit in that position for a day, Ding Mo Village will not dare to relax for a day.
He moved his office to Laohuqiao Prison. Safety was only one consideration. More importantly, he hoped to accumulate capital as soon as possible.
By then, he, Ding Mocun, will be able to return to the Party Affairs Office in glory as the director.
After calming down, Ding Mocun began to think about Gao Zhanlong's accidental death again. He couldn't understand that judging from the marks on Gao Zhanlong's body, the other party was obviously beaten to death with a spear.
But the entire street was cordoned off and searched, and no one from the Party Affairs Office could find the long gun.
This is really evil.
Putting down the interrogation transcript in his hand, Ding Mocun rubbed his head. This action may have alarmed the Red Party.
Next, I am afraid it will be even more difficult for me to catch the opponent's tail.
Hopefully, the Japanese’s bribed informants can continue to play a role.
Ding Mocun prayed secretly in his heart.
Thinking of the Japanese, Ding Mocun couldn't help but look out the window. Through the narrow gap in the blinds, he could vaguely see the gate of Laohuqiao Prison.
I don’t know if Zeng Shan completed his mission and put the poison given by the Japanese into Ma Yu’s food.
Ding Mocun was not too worried about Zeng Shan's assassination. Although the arrangement of this assassination operation was relatively hasty, the target was not a particularly difficult person.
If nothing unexpected happens, counting the time, Zeng Shan should be back soon.
"Click"
The sound of the door opening attracted Ding Mocun's attention, and he subconsciously wanted to reprimand his subordinates for their ignorance.
How can anyone not knock on the door before entering the leader's door?
In an instant, Ding Mo Village became a spirit.
He reached for the gun on the table.
"ku"
Ding Mocun's shout was cut off in his throat with a short knife.
At the door, Lu Feng, who was wearing a mask, rushed forward in a few steps and grabbed Ding Mocun before he fell to the ground, preventing him from making too much noise.
Ding Mocun covered his neck in vain, his eyes full of questions and disbelief. He struggled to open his mouth, as if he wanted to ask Lu Feng something.
But it couldn't make any sound.
Naturally, Lu Feng would not explain anything to this traitorous lackey. Such a person should remain a fool even if he died.
After casually pulling the short knife around Ding Mocun's neck, blood spurted out like spring water, and Ding Mocun's hands instantly turned scarlet red. His eyes instantly became extremely desperate, and the hands covering his neck gradually began to drop weakly.
Lu Feng gently placed Ding Mocun's body on the ground like the guards in the corridor.
Next, he began to look at the temporary office space in Dingmo Village.
With the identity and status of Ding Mo Village, he must have a lot of valuable information in his hands. As for how much he can get, it probably depends on his luck.
Lu Feng didn't distinguish anything, he just packed together almost all the written materials he could find in this office.
Finally, Lu Feng was ready to leave, carrying such a big "schoolbag" weighing several dozen kilograms.
Before leaving, Lu Feng followed the old rules and lit fires all the way from the office in Dingmo Village, setting the small brick and wood building on fire.
Judging from the blazing fire, his craftsmanship is still fresh.
"Fire! Fire!"
"Quickly put out the fire!"
"Who is it? Don't run?"
In the burning fire, the prison guards noticed Lu Feng's suspicious figure and immediately gathered around him.
Lu Feng, in front of several prison guards, grabbed the top of the high wall with a flying hook, then easily climbed over the barbed wire fence with a gap cut, and landed outside the wall.
When the prison guards and special agents from Laohuqiao Prison rushed outside the wall, all they found were a few bloody footprints on the wall.
Lu Feng had already disappeared without a trace.
After killing Ding Mo Village, Lu Feng returned to the place where he left Zeng Shan with a large bag of information.
He raised his hand and twisted Zeng Shan's neck, and after giving him a good blow, Lu Feng sank Zeng Shan into the Qinhuai River beside him.
In just a short time, the area around Laohuqiao Prison was already bustling with activity. A large number of military police and spies, either in cars or on bicycles, began to frantically search and investigate the surrounding area.
Lu Feng had already returned to the hotel with his harvest.
After confirming with Yu Manli that nothing happened during his absence, Lu Feng began to sort out the large amount of information and documents he had brought back in his room.
What makes Lu Feng a little disappointed is that there is a lot of information, but it is basically all kinds of oral confessions, and most of the contents of the oral confessions are about complaining.
It's quite a match for Laohuqiao Prison.
Fortunately, after excluding most of the useless confessions, Lu Feng still found some valuable things in the remaining information.
The first thing Ding Mo Village has not finished writing is a detailed report on the failed arrest operation this afternoon. From this report, Lu Feng learned that there was a traitor from the Red Party in Dingmo Village. This traitor seemed to be of a high level.
It's a pity that Ding Mo Village didn't mention much information about this traitor in the report.
However, knowing the existence of this traitor is already very important information, and this matter must be handed over to Duan Haiping for processing as soon as possible.
Then, there is a file that looks a little special.
"Fan Shibai? Chinese-Italian? Defected from the Japanese again?"
Looking at the tongue twister-like introduction in the file in his hand, Lu Feng couldn't help but become somewhat interested in the life of this man named Fan Shibai.
Ding Mocun put this person's file under the report, indicating that he cared about this person very much.
So, what would Ding Mocun care about in Fan Shibai?
Thinking of this, Lu Feng put away Fan Shibai's information separately, preparing to find an opportunity to check this matter.
After the screening, Lu Feng collected all the valuable items and put them in the equipment slot.
As for the pile of worthless documents, Lu Feng also found an opportunity to destroy them.
By the way, he also rescued the waiter in the hotel who was replaced by Zeng Shan.
The waiter who was inexplicably kidnapped and released was very discerning and didn't ask any questions. He didn't even dare to open his eyes and look at Lu Feng, which saved Lu Feng a lot of trouble.
Very sensible.
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