The county is not big.
In broad daylight.
Two men in black dressed as traitors from the masked detective team ran around on the roof, immediately attracting countless curious eyes hiding behind the windows and looking out.
The timid ones just kept silent.
Those guys are almost all bad guys who extort money and work for the tiger to eat people without spitting out their bones!
Fortunately, those two shadows quickly disappeared
The monkey jumped off the roof and went directly into the attic through a window that seemed to have been forgotten to close.
Jump directly from the second floor to the first floor.
An old man and a young man were lying at the gate looking out through the gap.
Hearing footsteps on the stairs, he quickly turned around.
The monkey shook the shell in his hand: "Stop talking, otherwise this guy will be rude."
The older man trembled and said: "The profit of this small shop is small, but I hope the superior will be merciful."
Monkey said calmly: "Are you from the shopkeeper?"
The old man quickly raised his hand and said, "Excuse me, what are your orders?"
Monkey didn't say anything. In front of the shopkeeper, he removed the double magazines tied together from the twenty-round shell gun in his hand, loaded it with a ten-round magazine, and then put the shell gun into a wooden gun box, in the hands of the traitors. Most of the shell guns, even the speed machines, almost all use ten-round magazines.
The twenty-round magazine is too long and inconvenient to carry, and it is rarely used.
Liu Wenxia, who was lying on the roof on guard, saw no movement downstairs and followed her into the attic.
She did not go downstairs, but tiptoed close to the window facing the street, and carefully pushed the window open a crack.
When the monkey heard the subtle footsteps upstairs, he dusted himself off and suddenly said: "Shopkeeper Bai asked me to bring you a message."
The nervous shopkeeper's eyes suddenly lit up: "I don't know any white shopkeeper or black shopkeeper."
"Bring me Qiliang Yuqian Longjing"
"It's either one catty or half a catty. What do you want seven taels for?"
"Isn't it just right for nine people to drink seven taels?"
The shopkeeper no longer doubted: "Are you the only one?"
"Stop being so nagging, tell me the situation quickly."
"Half an hour ago, news came from inside that the detective team escorted the arrested comrades into the compound."
After the two of them muttered for a while, the young waiter took off a door panel with a clang.
Then, the monkey slipped out of the door through the extremely narrow gap in the door panel.
He swaggered directly to the detective team's gate diagonally opposite.
The shopkeeper hurried up to the second floor, found Liu Wenxia directly, and looked around: "Are you alone?"
Liu Wenxia was looking at the monkeys on the street going to the gate of the detective team. She turned back to look at the shopkeeper: "This is to save people, not to attack the detective team. Why do we need so many people?"
"But if he goes in alone, isn't it like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth? It's like playing the piano randomly!"
Liu Wenxia was annoyed: "Then how many people do you need? One class, one platoon, or a group?"
The shopkeeper was speechless for a moment, it seemed like this was the case, the more people there were, the bigger the target would be.
But it's okay, there are internal agents in the detective team, so there should still be a chance to operate after dark.
There was a big commotion in the city, and there were many people in black riding bicycles and jogging in and out of the courtyard.
The detective team arrested a lot of people on weekdays, so they naturally made a lot of enemies. The two traitors on duty at the gate did their duty faithfully.
One person was guarding one side of the door.
On weekdays, there were also traitors from the villages and towns below the county seat who came to the city to report to the compound, and there were quite a few new faces.
Naturally, the traitor at the gate couldn't remember the faces of every detective team member.
I just swiped my face card if I was familiar with it, and from time to time I said hello to the familiar gangsters who came in and out.
If you don’t know someone, you will naturally need to check whether the ID is consistent with the person you are. The inspection is absolutely watertight.
One of them saw the monkey with an unfamiliar face, shook the ID in his hand, and nodded to the monkey calmly.
Without saying a word, Monkey strode directly into the compound following the other detective team members.
Opposite the gate, another person on duty was so busy that he was only busy verifying the IDs of the traitors from the unfamiliar detective team who passed by him.
Although these days, no one is too impatient to dare to come to the detective team to cause trouble.
But in the early years, there were many students who protested in front of the detective team and threw rotten eggs. Later, a few of them were arrested and sent to jail. After those students' families were punished and bankrupted, no more students dared to come to the tiger's den to pretend to be heroes.
However, the Eighth Route Army's activities were so rampant that they assassinated many colleagues who should have been promoted and made fortunes, so that the detective team did not dare to relax its security measures at all.
Monkey seems to be quite familiar with the compound. Obviously, this is definitely not the first time for him to sneak into the detective team!
The compound of the detective team is a den of evil spirits, monsters and traitors. To ordinary people, it is a dragon's pond and a tiger's den. There are rumors that if you join the detective team, you will have to shed your skin even if you don't die.
Precisely because it gathers all kinds of ghosts and snake gods, no matter who puts on that layer of black dog skin, they can pretend to be ghosts and snake gods.
Monkey has understood this since he was a child. If he hadn't been able to speak bird language, he might have been able to go around the Japanese military police a few times, but he could only climb over the wall.
The purpose this time is to save people, to save those two idiots who don't know their seriousness.
Even a hundred monkeys can't win over someone who is tough with both swords and guns.
But stealing people from the detective team seems to be his strength.
Although the difficulty is not small, as a thief, he doesn't think it is difficult at all to continue his old profession!
Therefore, he defined this action as stealing!
What is the highest level of stealing?
Everyone has their own opinion
Four courtyard walls surround a large square.
There are two-story buildings on the east, west and north sides, and there is a backyard on the north side.
There are warehouses, detective team dormitories, and detective team dungeons in the backyard.
The three detective team offices connected together are quite large.
Without any hesitation, Monkey walked directly to the room with the interrogation room on the first floor to the west.
There were traitors from the detective team coming and going from time to time in the corridor under the eaves of the first floor.
When I saw a monkey dressed in black, I naturally thought it was the same kind and didn't bother to pay attention to it.
Besides, there are so many detectives in a county, who can recognize them all?
After passing through the Security Department and the Investigation Department, the words "Interrogation Room 1" suddenly appeared in front of me on the house number.
After listening carefully at the door for two seconds, he pushed the door open and entered without hesitation.
The door opened and the light suddenly brightened.
Sitting behind a table in the room were two traitors in black clothes, holding brushes in their hands to take notes.
Across the table, sitting on a stool was a young man with handcuffed hands.
Behind the young man stood a detective team member.
Hearing the door knock, the person sitting behind the table immediately turned around: "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
On the other hand, the traitor from the detective team who was standing next to the young man must have often gone to restaurants to eat, so he recognized the impostor Monkey at a glance: "Hey, is it your boy?"
The monkey looked serious: "Shut up, if you dare to reveal my identity, I will pull out your skin."
The two traitors behind the table were a little confused and didn't speak.
The traitor who knew the monkey immediately came to his senses. The person he was interrogating was the restaurant clerk. Could it be that the person in front of him was an accomplice?
He threw himself into a trap and immediately prepared to draw his gun.
"I'm undercover in the restaurant, and the captain has restored me to my identity."
"So that's it." The guy who pulled out the gun finally figured it out. Could this be the spy planted in the restaurant?
"There was a gun battle over there in the restaurant, and many people died. What did you eat with?" Monkey became excited: "If I hadn't acted quickly, I might have died long ago."
The man who took out the gun put the gun back into the holster: "Aren't you short of manpower over there? Why are you back at this time?"
"Haha, didn't we arrest two people from the restaurant? I heard that they refused to speak. The captain said that I was familiar with them, so he asked me to come over and persuade them."
"The captain's skills are really good. It seems that you have already mastered their criminal evidence. It's good that you come to interrogate them!"
The traitors from the two detective teams behind the table were a little unhappy and sarcastically said: "Hey, what are you causing trouble? You just change people when you say you want to?"
(End of chapter)
