The mask was shot off, my husband, you are the king of spy wars

"Section Chief, I think that's totally unnecessary."

"I guess Lao Zhao hasn't been to the hospital for almost two years. How could fingerprints be..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Jian looked at the fingerprint carefully and stopped talking.

Why does this seem like... the same thing!!!

In just a moment, Zhao Jian was stunned!

What followed was a gun pointed at his head!

"Don't move!"

"Don't move!"

"Don't move!"

...

Xiong Gang pointed his gun at Zhao Jian and said fiercely, "Old Zhao! You're hiding really well!"

"I was wondering why your pen was found in the car we salvaged from the river last time!"

"Now let's see if you have any excuses!"

At the same time, Lin Xia also took two steps back. Since he didn't have a gun with him, he used his hand as a gun to point at Zhao Jian.

"Old Zhao!"

"I trusted you so much! How could you..."

Chen Feng stared at Zhao Jian coldly, and his gaze alone seemed to strangle him!

Zhao Jian knelt on the ground with a thud, "No... no..."

"No, Section Chief, I didn't, I really didn't..."

"If you have anything to say, wait until we get to the bureau." Chen Feng said coldly.

One sentence instantly brought him to the bottom...

Lin Xia drove Han Congxue home first.

Han Congxue turned her head and looked at Lin Xia with some curiosity. She couldn't help but ask, "Lin Xia, I want to know where on earth did you find such a powerful person?"

"I heard from your people that not even a footprint was left behind. Is your Qinggong very powerful?"

Lin Xia grinned, "That's right! I'm not bragging, but there are really few people in your Military Control Commission who can compare with me, Lin Xia, in terms of kicking skills."

Han Congxue: “…”

She was anxious, and Wen said angrily: "I'm talking about the person you're looking for! Not you!"

"I don't know your tricks?"

Lin Xia: "I'm talking about me!"

Han Congxue sighed softly and said, "Forget it..."

From beginning to end, Lin Xia never told a lie to Han Congxue. All of them were Han Congxue's own thoughts.

Anyway, I said it, what can I do if you don’t believe me?

Han Congxue really doesn't believe it now! After a year of marriage, her husband always looks like he is powerless.

If she said they organized people to do these things, she might believe it, but if she said Lin Xia did it? She wouldn't believe it at all!

......

When Lin Xia returned to the Secret Service Bureau the next morning, Zhao Jian had been beaten to a pulp.

In the interrogation room, Xiong Gang whipped the suspect himself, occasionally using a branding iron...

Snapped!

clap clap!

"Ahhhhh!!!"

"I said!"

"I said! Stop fighting!"

"stop fighting!"

Lin Xia said nothing, just watched the scene from a distance.

Confession under torture?

Xiong Gang poured another bucket of salt water on Zhao Jian, causing him to grimace in pain.

"Old Zhao, if you had said so earlier, wouldn't you have to endure this?"

"We are brothers, so I'll give you a quick death when the time comes, isn't that good?"

"Don't you think so, Director Lin?" Xiong Gang looked at Lin Xia and said.

Lin Xia smiled and said, "That's right."

"By the way, Director Lin, I'm really sorry that I suspected you earlier..."

"Well, I'll buy you a drink later!"

"Hahaha! It's okay, it's okay. I'll ask Director Xiong to come back later. Business is more important."

"it is good!"

......

Xiong Gang stared at Zhao Jian and said, "Speak!"

Zhao Jian is already crying...

Say? What did I say?

"I... Old Bear, please explain this to me since we've known each other for so many years. I..."

"Brother, I beg you..."

Lin Xia looked at him with disdain. When this guy led the spies to search the people, he robbed many virgins. Who could they ask for help at that time?

Xiong Gang shook his head, "Okay..."

"very good..."

"explain?"

"What else is there to explain?"

"Damn it! You refuse to admit it!"

Snapped!

Xiong Gang whipped him again!

"You've really become friends with me!"

Lin Xia felt so relieved! So cool!

Of course, the fun isn't over yet...

Just around noon, Zhao Jian's guilt was finally confirmed!

Large numbers of secret agents searched Zhao Jian's house and found things that Lin Xia had already put away.

Inside the Secret Service Bureau, Chen Feng slammed a Kuomintang document on the table in front of Zhao Jian.

"Zhao Jian, it contains a record of your previous actions. You were actually one of the masterminds behind the explosion and assassination two months ago!"

According to the document, Zhao Jian and several military spies worked together to blow up the deputy police chief! After the operation, the others left Binjiang City, leaving Zhao Jian alone in the city.

Zhao Jian was completely dumbfounded. Who the hell was framing him?! And why was it so complete?

"No... Section Chief, it's a false accusation! It's a complete false accusation!"

"This file is absolutely not true! It's absolutely not true. I'm being framed, Section Chief!"

"Section Chief, seriously, please believe me!"

...

Chen Feng also abandoned his usual gentle appearance and punched forward!

"I believe you?"

"The document is clearly stamped with a red seal! How can I trust you?"

"I guess that batch of medicine has been sent to the front line?"

He twisted his wrist and said, "Xiong Gang, beat him until he spits out useful information!"

Xiong Gang smiled and said, "Yes, Section Chief!"

Later, Lin Xia also took action and beat Zhao Jian for the whole afternoon without getting anything useful out of him.

Lin Xia understood him on this point, because... he really couldn't spit it out!

......

Without waiting until dusk, Chen Feng waved his hand and sent Zhao Jian to the execution ground! Execution by firing squad!

Zhao Jian knelt on the ground, tied up.

From a distance, Chen Feng and a group of directors were staring at Zhao Jian.

"Section Chief!"

"The more I look at this bastard, the angrier I get. Let me do it!" Xiong Gang shouted angrily!

"I come!"

"Let me be the section chief!"

......

Several directors volunteered...

Chen Feng fixed his gaze on Lin Xia who was standing beside him and said solemnly, "Director Lin."

"I've always suspected you. To make it up to you, how about you carry out the execution?"

Lin Xia was stunned for a moment, then said, "Okay!"

"I wish I could have wished for it!"

Then Lin Xia took Chen Feng's gun and aimed it clumsily.

Suddenly, Lin Xia put down his gun and said, "Section Chief, Zhao Jian seems to have something to say. I want to go over and listen."

"Okay, go ahead." Chen Feng said solemnly.

From a distance, you can indeed see Zhao Jian's lips moving, as if he wanted to say something.

Lin Xia walked slowly up to Zhao Jian.

Zhao Jian, who was kneeling on the ground, felt like he had grabbed a life-saving straw when he saw Lin Xia coming over. His legs, which were kneeling on the ground, moved towards Lin Xia.

Panicked, he howled, "Lin Xia, ah no, no... Master Lin!"

"Listen to me, I really didn't steal the medicine, and I really didn't kill the man at the city gate. Someone framed me!"

"You're setting me up! Don't fall for it! Don't fall for it!!!"

"Really, it's not me!"

He knelt at Lin Xia's feet, full of despair, his whole body trembling, longing for anyone to say even a nice word for him.

Lin Xia stared at Zhao Jian, who was covered in blood and looked like a dog, smiled evilly, and bent down slightly to get closer to him.

With a playful expression, he said coldly: "Of course I know it's not you."

"Because...it's me!"

In an instant, Zhao Jian was completely dumbfounded, staring up at Lin Xia with wide eyes.

It was as if a bomb had exploded in his heart and the whole world was being bombarded.

Pen, fingerprint...I seem to understand something...

Some were even speechless due to shock...

Of course, he didn't have the chance to speak again.

Lin Xia aimed at his head...bang!

Zhao Jian fell to the ground with a thud, and the despair in his eyes never disappeared until his death.

Lin Xia walked back and handed the gun back to Chen Feng.

Chen Feng asked, "What did he say?"

Lin Xia said solemnly: "He said."

"Long live the Party-state."