"When searching, everyone must be careful and not let go of any useful clues. At the same time, they must supervise the people around them to prevent anyone from stealing or forging evidence and disposing of violators' military law."

"yes."

With a command, the spies pulled the seal open and placed the evidence in the box on the ground one by one to thoroughly inspect it. It was torn open directly, without missing any suspicious things.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the interrogation room was filled with miscellaneous items. Gu Qi, Chen Dongxin and others watched silently without saying a word. No matter whether the boss of Guzhou Bookstore was a Japanese spy or an underground party, they were all professional intelligence personnel.

It is uncertain whether such people will leave clues in their workplace. Search can only be said to be a person who listens to the people and things and is not 100% sure, so they are not in a hurry.

Suddenly, a small spy held a cloth bag and shouted: "Report, a bullet was found."

bullet?

Everyone moved their hearts and quickly walked to the other party. When they saw the bullet, to be precise, it was a warhead, Gui Youguang, who was familiar with the weapons of various countries, immediately blurted out.

"This is the 0.303-inch bullet used in the British Li Enfield rifle. The number of domestic equipment is very small. Due to the difficulty of importing, only the elite troops of the Gui army and a few warlords in the southwest will use it.

Judging from the damage to the bullet, it is likely that it has hit a soft object. It is most likely that it is a human being. What does a bookstore owner keep this thing for? It is still hidden in a cloth bag, and it is not a good thing."

"Gui Jun?"

"Hit someone?"

Gu Qi, who was beside him, thoughtful and said to himself: "During the Southwest War two years ago, the Gui army was sent by the leader to fight against the underground party. It is said that the two sides fought fiercely and there were many deaths, could it be?"

"Yes, the time of opening a store in the information matches the time when the Southwest Battle broke out. I see if it will..." Chen Dongxin also got involved in the fun.

Hearing the words of the three people, everyone couldn't help but imagine a third-rate tabloid story about the murder of their relatives and the survivors leaving a warhead to take revenge, and they turned their heads to look at the inexplicable Zhang Yun.

"Okay, there is no more evidence, don't make random guesses, continue searching."

Zuo Chong, who was watching the show, seemed to guess what they were thinking. He interrupted everyone's speculation with a calm look on his face. The good show is always behind, right?

Not long after, several spies discovered several suspicious items one after another, including top secret information about the Fruit Party targeting the underground party in soap, and underground party leaflets wrapped in clothes.

Let alone the people from the Secret Service, Wen Yuqing and Wang Weiqing had nothing to say. They stared at Zhang Yun. If there weren't others present, it would seem that they would have eaten each other alive.

After reading the flyer, Zuo Chong handed it to Guqi. Of course, he put these things on it. Even if there is no space, it is easy to find an opportunity to secretly put a few documents as the deputy director.

It is nothing more than leaving time to move between sealing and opening the evidence. As for the seal, the official seal is placed in his office drawer. He needs as much as he wants. He can print as many pictures as he wants.

The warhead was shot by the elite Banana people in the Hong Kong City. The secret service office had never registered and no one died. Instead, a mad dog outside Jinling made sacrifices for the anti-Japanese cause.

The flyer is simpler. When the Nine-Headed Insect King Aofu was killed, many underground party printing factories left behind. This is a good thing. If you don’t like it, you can stuff one to anyone you like, it works better than bullets.

After thinking about it, he walked to the panicked Zhang Yun step by step. After being silent for a few seconds, he suddenly reached out to grab the other person's collar and scolded him viciously.

"Say, who is your superior?"

"I...I am really a Japanese spy!"

Zhang Yun was almost scared, his mind was a little confused. God knew why his leader had become an underground party. Could it be that his real service target was aliens?

"Okay, you are still stubborn. You underground parties are not willing to die until the Yellow River. Today I want to see how hard your bones are. Gui Youguang, treat our guests well and be more enthusiastic!"

Zuo Zhong slowly let go of his hand and patted Zhang Yun's face with a sinister expression: "When you arrive, your life is mine. Whenever I want you to die, you will have to die and take action!"

"Okay, Deputy Director!"

Gui Youguang heard the order and raised the wire whip with a grim smile and waved it hard. The sharp wire instantly hit Zhang Yun's skin, making a crisp sound, and blood splashed a few meters away.

Zhang Yun almost fainted from the pain and kept begging for mercy: "Ah, spare my life, I'm a Japanese spy."

There are a few tough guys who can be a traitor. If he can tolerate this pain, he will not be easily instigated by the Japanese.

"Oh, okay, respect you as a man, I promise to entertain you with the best skills."

Gui Youguang's tone was full of admiration. While sighing how long it took for him to meet such a stubborn torture partner, he began to help Zhang Yun relax his muscles.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Ah, let go, let go."
Chapter completed!