Espionage: You're tasked with spying, but you'll blow up the Special Higher Police?

Upon hearing this assessment, Zhou Hongyi chuckled inwardly, thinking to himself, "This is not an exaggeration, nor is it an excuse; it is the truth."

Zhou Hongyi observed Ding Mocun's expression discreetly. Ding had raised an eyebrow after hearing about the operation at the Special Agent Headquarters, indicating that his brother-in-law was quite interested in the topic.

Since even Agent 76 couldn't clearly see his face, Zhou Hongyi didn't need to worry about being implicated. He suddenly changed the subject:

"Brother-in-law, if this is true, can I infer that our intelligence headquarters has already obtained some information about the Red Party and can accurately locate their contact points and safe houses? That means either we intercepted extremely important telegrams and letters from the Red Party, or we have turned their core personnel. Brother-in-law, am I right?"

As Zhou Hongyi spoke, he stared intently at Ding Mocun, giving him almost no chance to react. He continued, "Brother-in-law, after hearing my guess, your pupils trembled slightly, a typical sign of inner turmoil, indicating that I have guessed the key. And the faint smile on your face now is somewhat stiff, the curve of your lips is unnatural, which is also a typical sign of feigning composure."

"this......"

Just as Ding Mocun was about to explain, Zhou Hongyi raised his hand to stop him from speaking and pressed on, saying, "Brother-in-law, when I mentioned the two ways the Special Agent Headquarters might have access to information about the Red Party, your lips twitched slightly. This was a subconscious reaction of tension, which means my guess is close to the truth."

And... brother-in-law, your gaze shifted for a fleeting moment, looking towards the left wall. You were thinking about how to answer my questions, and also recalling relevant details of your actions. The left side also represents the direction from which information originates in a person's subconscious."

"..."

“Now, brother-in-law, your silence is also a message, and the unconscious tapping of your fingers on the armrest is a manifestation of your inner anxiety. The slightly disordered rhythm of the tapping shows the fluctuation of your thoughts at this moment.”

Zhou Hongyi was about to speak when Ding Mocun raised his hand to indicate that he could stop.

"Impressive, Zhongliang. Is this what you meant by guiding conversation and micro-expressions? West Point graduates truly live up to their reputation. Alright, it's getting late. Let's go back to our rooms and rest. We have a lot to do tomorrow."

Ding Mocun, having been exposed by Zhou Hongyi's words, decided to end the topic. He didn't want his brother-in-law to dig any further. He now even found this method of interrogation using micro-expressions and rhetoric quite terrifying; even he, a seasoned veteran, had inadvertently gotten himself entangled. He planned to have Zhou Hongyi visit his 76th Special Agent Headquarters later and teach this method to the interrogation personnel.

Just as Ding Mocun got up to go upstairs, Zhou Hongyi seized the opportunity to memorize the deeper terms that appeared above Ding's head.

Among these entries, one in particular caught Zhou Hongyi's attention.

"A liaison officer, codenamed 'Fireworks'? Is this the traitor within our party? Knowing the codename makes it easy to find out his true identity. I must pass this message on to the other liaison officers as soon as possible. Once the traitor is found, he must be eliminated immediately."

Although Zhou Hongyi was anxious, he knew that haste makes waste. Moreover, once his [Eye of Insight] ended, the aftereffects and backlash of using the ability would immediately follow.

Feeling dizzy, with chest tightness, nausea, and sweating profusely, Zhou Hongyi tossed and turned in bed like someone suffering from an opium addiction, and eventually fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, he was woken up again by the barking of dogs downstairs.

Zhou Hongyi sat up in bed with his head down, only to realize that he hadn't even changed his clothes or taken off his shoes before falling asleep last night.

When he finished washing up and went downstairs, he saw that Ding Mocun was already dressed and ready to leave.

"Brother-in-law, you're leaving already? Aren't you going to have breakfast?"

Ding Mocun glanced at him and smiled, "What time is it? Breakfast is over, and there's leftovers for you on the table. I heard that Director Feng has arranged a position for you as the head of a special operations team. You should seize this opportunity. You insisted on coming to work at the police station, so now that you're here, you should make some achievements. But don't worry, as long as you do a good job, no one can steal your credit. Besides, having a trustworthy family member like you in the police station will make things easier in the future. Alright, I'm leaving now. I have a lot of things waiting for me at the station."

Zhou Pan'er followed behind Ding Mocun, draped his coat over his shoulders, handed him his hat, leaned against the door frame, waved to him, and smiled sweetly.

Then look at Ding Mocun, he almost twisted his ankle while going down the stairs. If his subordinates hadn't helped him in time, he would have fallen on the spot.

Zhou Hongyi walked to Zhou Pan'er's side and quietly gave her a thumbs up, saying, "Sister, you're really amazing. Your way of managing your husband is truly remarkable."

Zhou Pan'er curled her lips and said, "Now I don't know how he'll have the energy to go around flirting with other women. He'll have to come back obediently tonight."

The two watched Ding Mocun's car drive away before returning to the dining room.

Zhou Hongyi sat at the dining table, ate two fried dough sticks and a fried egg, and drank a glass of milk. Then he took his clothes and hat, got on his bicycle, and went to the police station to report for duty.

What's troubling him now is that he and the Red Party liaison officer don't have a fixed meeting place, so he can only passively wait for others to contact him. He must come up with a safe house next time so that he can transmit any intelligence he has as soon as possible.

Zhou Hongyi rode his bicycle slowly to the Second Police Station, and it was already 10:45 a.m.

Police officers were coming and going from the police station, all looking very busy. Several rickshaws and vendors were parked at the entrance.

Although Zhou Hongyi did not activate his Eye of Insight, he still immediately noticed something unusual about one of the rickshaw pullers.

The man crouched behind his companion, wearing a felt hat. He didn't solicit customers, but stared intently at the police station entrance, his eyes filled with murderous intent, hatred, and a determination to die.

"What's this guy up to? Is he going to blow up the police station?" Zhou Hongyi wondered. Although his Eye of Insight was still on cooldown, he decided to test the other party's strength.

He parked his bicycle in the police station courtyard, but instead of going into the building, he turned around and walked up to the rickshaw pullers, pointing to the man at the very back and saying, "You, take me to People's Square."

"what?"

The man staring at the police station with hatred in his eyes was clearly taken aback. He didn't understand why the policeman would specifically target him when he had already hidden himself at the very end.

"What do you mean 'huh'? I'm talking about you. Hurry up, aren't you the driver? Take me to People's Square."

A middle-aged driver nearby, seeing that his companion was ignoring the man for a long time, became anxious and poked him a few times with his hand.

"Hey Gui, the officer's talking to you. If you have business to do, hurry up and get things done. What are you thinking about?"

After saying that, he smiled ingratiatingly at Zhou Hongyi and said, "Sir, please don't mind him. He has some mental issues, but he's a very good person and hardworking. He's just not good with words."

The man called Ah Gui reluctantly stood up, pulled the rickshaw, and even after Zhou Hongyi had gotten in, he still looked back longingly.

"What are you looking at? Do you have an enemy inside?"

After the rickshaw had traveled some distance, Zhou Hongyi leaned forward slightly and whispered.

The rickshaw driver said in a choked voice, "I...I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't know what I'm talking about? Then let me guess. You and your family have been treated unfairly, and the culprit is one of the police officers in this station. You're furious and want to fight him to the death today. If I'm not mistaken, you're definitely hiding a weapon in your cuff or waist."

As soon as Zhou Hongyi finished speaking, the rickshaw puller suddenly stopped and refused to move forward.

He left the car, turned around, and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.