Those who can travel long-distance buses these days are naturally not as poor as they say. They have some wealth, but they have nothing to do with powerful agencies like the Secret Service.

The people in the car looked at the spy Gou with a smirk, and suddenly felt that the vicious commander just now was also good. The soldiers were at least reasonable, but these spies were not reasonable at all.

The short and fat man looked at everyone's reaction and laughed: "I said you don't be afraid. We are here to arrest the assassins. As long as your identity is fine, you will be able to go home soon."

This person is naturally Song Minghao. As planned, he was responsible for the checkpoint of Changgan Bridge in the south of the city. Not long after the blockade, he discovered this messy car and came to see the situation.

He observed the passengers' expressions calmly, some fearful, some disgusted, and some calm. These are all normal reactions, after all, not everyone is afraid of the secret service.

Moreover, Japanese spies are not so amateur that they show flaws in their expressions. If you want to find out the other party, you should start with abnormal actions, especially when you see the level, whether anyone has abnormal actions.

He turned around and looked at the driver holding the steering wheel, reached out and patted the other person on the shoulder. The driver shivered, then slowly turned his head, revealing a face full of horror.

Song Minghao asked, "You are the driver of this car. Is the car private or official? How many people were installed on the car when I left the bus station? How many people were on the bus halfway? Tell me."

"Official camp, we are employees of the Jiangbei Road Administration. This car is just traveling between Jinling and Guangling. I am definitely not an assassin. I just drive the car. You can ask her about the things you ask."

After saying that, the driver pointed to a woman in the car: "She is the ticket seller in the car. She knows the best how many people have come up. Yes, she has an account book. We need to check the accounts when we return to the bureau."

Song Minghao followed the driver's hand and saw the young woman trembling in the crowd. When he heard what the driver said, the other party's already white little face turned whiter without any blood.

He waved to the woman: "Miss, come out, you heard it too. I just want to know the passenger's situation. You can leave early after asking, so don't waste everyone's time."

As soon as the ticket seller was about to be empty, no one present wanted to cause trouble. An old lady even climbed onto the luggage rack with her handrail hanging on, and Song Minghao's eyes almost fell out.

When the ticket seller saw this scene, he was crying and had no tears, so he had to walk to the front of the car, looked at the back of the driver's head fiercely, then took out a small book from his bag and handed it out.

She said tremblingly: "Sir, this is the account book. There were 28 people who drove from Jinling Station. These people bought tickets from the station ticket window. None of the remaining people did not have tickets."

"Don't play tricks for a specific number of people."

Song Minghao lowered his head and frowned and said, "I know your trick. No matter how much tickets you sell, it is the money from the General Administration of Roads. The money collected by the car on the way can be put into your pocket.

There are many people who need to manage this line, including road administration inspections and station inspections, all of them have to be paid for. With your own and the driver, you will not count them? Don’t treat me as a fool.”

After he said that, he looked at the ticket salesperson coldly. How much money the other party made had nothing to do with him, but if the arrest of the Japanese spy was delayed because of this, he might have to take this person back and have a good treat.

"Yes, there are counting." The ticket seller hurriedly explained: "There were 18 people on the bus halfway, and there were no seats. We really didn't know there were assassins here. Sir, you must believe me."

Song Minghao glanced at the other party and continued to ask: "Before seeing the level, is there anyone going to get off the car or have a wrong look? Recall it carefully and you will be rewarded when you catch the assassin."

Speaking of this, he said to all the passengers: "Everyone listened to me. Before the car arrived at Changgan Bridge, did anyone find any abnormal situation? If there is any, tell me and the reward will not be less."

The ticket seller and passengers were stunned, and then began to think hard, whether true or false, but the car was too crowded before, and the noise was noisy, so few people cared about what the people around them did.

After half a day, the carriage became quiet.

Song Minghao knew that it was impossible to catch people quickly, so he closed the account book: "Everyone got out of the car and queued up, and no luggage is allowed. A team with seats, and a team without seats, whoever dares to move around will take it away."

Since the abnormal behavior cannot be found, we can only investigate and inquire about the passengers and search the luggage they carry. The Japanese spy will not go empty-handed when evacuating urgently, at least there will be self-defense weapons.

Get off the car because the space in the car is too small. If you really find a Japanese spy, once the fire is blocked, it will cause large-scale casualties. Then he will be very guilty, so it is safer to get off the car to identify it.

When the passengers heard that they were about to get off the bus, they immediately muttered to express their dissatisfaction, but when they faced the spy who had changed their face, they could only walk out of the bus reluctantly and stand apart as required.

Song Minghao got off the bus and stood aside, carefully observing the crowd. The passengers without tickets were obviously worn out. They got on the bus halfway to save money, and they only used half of the tickets without seats.

Most of these people are women and children, and most of the 18 people are women. This is not counting the children who don’t need to buy tickets. Together, all of them have more than 30 passengers on the bus halfway.

In other words, this car has 50 or 60 people. The driver and ticket seller really want money and live. If you have overloaded so much, you are not afraid of something happening halfway. Will there be Japanese spies among these people?

Song Minghao thought for a while, walked to the two lines, stared at the passengers who started to make noise again, and said slowly until the scene became silent again.

"Everyone takes out the ID, and those who don't have the ID will say the address. Those who visit relatives will say the name and address of their relatives. In short, you must provide evidence of your activities in Jinling. Do you understand?"

The people in the car were either residents of Jinling or came to Jinling to do business, but no matter what, they always had a place to stay in Jinling, such as hotels or relatives' homes.

Even if you travel back and forth on the same day, there will be places for food, accommodation and service. Through these, the intelligence department can determine the authenticity of the other party's identity. If it cannot be provided, there will be problems.

The passengers cooperated, but the spies around him were surrounded and they were holding guns. The heroes did not suffer any loss at the moment. Besides, they were just providing some evidence, so there was no need to make things uncomfortable.

Documents issued by party departments in various places were taken out. This was a new regulatory measure to control population mobility after the war in the southwest began. It contained photos and basic information on personnel.

Song Minghao waved his hand, and several small spies walked into the crowd to check one by one. There were secret notes on the handwriting, steel seals and cabin seals on the ID. It would be difficult to fake it if the insiders were not sure about it.

Of course, the Japanese spies in the Nandou group may be internal personnel, so the certificate can only be used as a means of auxiliary identification. The real identification requires the spies to judge based on their experience and experience.

"Shanghai people? They are so poor."

"Ah, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

A small spy is talking to a fashionable lady. There is no problem with the ID and the photo is taken recently. There is not much difference between the real person and the photo, and there is no trace of cut and modification.

He suddenly asked good morning in Shanghai dialect. The other party's answer was very natural, without too much thinking and reaction, which showed that he often used Shanghai dialect to talk in Shanghai dialect in daily life, which was inconsistent with the conditions of Japanese spies.

The people from the Nandou group have been lurking in Jinling City for a long time and rarely use Shanghai dialect. Even if they understand Shanghai dialect, it takes a certain amount of time to switch languages, and the other party’s suspicion is not very serious.

The little spy politely handed back the document, and said the moment the woman took the document, "We need to take a look at where your luggage is. After the inspection is completed, you can get on the car."

The woman had no choice but to pick up her carry-on luggage accompanied by another spy, which contained no suspicious items except clothes and some money. This was the initial suspicion.

The reason for the preliminary is that the activity trajectory she stated needs to be investigated. Some spies have contacted the secret service through a temporary field phone to allow other parties to coordinate verification.

This matter is not as complicated as imagined. Now the entire Jinling is cooperating with this operation. For example, as long as the police verify the woman's words, it is easy to distinguish the true or false.

Song Minghao didn't say anything, just held his arms and watched his subordinates communicate with the passengers. Suddenly he saw a woman holding a child, and was talking anxiously to the inquiring spy.

He walked over a few steps, looked at the other party from head to toe, frowned and asked the little spy: "What's going on? Is there a problem with the ID? Or is her trajectory in Jinling not clear."

"No, her child has a fever."

The little spy was also embarrassed and explained: "She is from Huizhou Province and is planning to transfer from Jinling to her husband's house in Guangling. She arrived in Jinling this morning. After getting on the bus, she found that the child had a fever and the ID was fine."

"Oh, that's it."

Song Minghao nodded without expressing his opinion, turned around and was about to leave, but the next second, he suddenly took out his gun and threw the woman holding the child down. Before he fell to the ground, the child was pushed aside by him.

"Go and see the kids."

While he used a gun to remind the other party's head, he shouted loudly. All the passengers were stunned by his actions, but the spies immediately reacted and rushed up.

One of the spies with thick arms pinched the woman's cheek with one hand and pulled off her collar with the other hand. The other spies held down the other party's desperate struggle.

"Chief, the child didn't respond."

At the same time, someone also checked the scrambled scrambled to the side. The baby inside looked pale and his breathing became very weak. Only his small arms twisted from time to time proved that the child was still alive.

With the help of others, Song Minghao then got up from the ground with difficulty. The last time he took action was to catch a weapon dealer. He had not had a vigorous exercise for several months, so he was really uncomfortable.

After getting up, he ignored anything else, ran to the little spy and took the cradle. He skillfully picked up the baby and tried his breath, touched his forehead, with murderous intent on his face and eyes.

He looked up and told the little spy: "Let me find a car to take the child to the hospital, tell the doctor that the child may have taken sleeping pills, and when the case is over, look for his biological parents in the newspaper."

The little spy asked in confusion: "Chief, you said that the child was stolen or stolen by the woman. How did you see it? I didn't see anything wrong. Can you tell me?"

"When have you ever seen a child who is sick and not quarrels or making trouble? Which parent will wrap the swaddle clothes so tightly when the child has a fever? Young man, you will know when you get married. Learn slowly."

Song Minghao gently shook the baby in his arms and aimed at the roaring suspect on the ground. He decided that no matter whether the other party was a Japanese spy or not, such a scum would be brought back to the secret service office and recreated it.

However, soon a spy found a miniature pistol in the car, and the woman was caught also found holes in her teeth, and there was no poison inside. It must have been a sudden incident and she didn't have time to install it.

Indeed, without special tasks, who would be willing to put dangerous poisons into his mouth? After all, the equipment distributed on a large scale is the first consideration of cost-effectiveness rather than quality and safety.

In short, the possibility of this person being a Japanese spy is very high, because there is no need for human traffickers to carry loaded weapons with them, and there is no need to tamper with them on their teeth. This is the standard style of intelligence personnel.
Chapter completed!