While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 870
At night, at midnight, Song He changed into a rather fashionable but easy-to-move clothes, wore sunglasses and walked exaggeratedly into a narrow but very clean alley.

At the end of the alley, there were several young people waiting in line, and a strong bald man guarding a wooden door.

Song He scanned the surroundings while walking forward, and saw that the work indicator lights of the monitors placed in every corner had gone out, he couldn't help but feel certain, and came to the bald man with a carefree heart.

"How much will it cost me to go in?" Song He took out a few banknotes from his pocket and handed them to the bald man guarding the gate.

The bald man raised his eyebrows and looked at the banknote in Song He's hand, then at Song He's complexion, grinned and said, "You don't need money, because you don't even think about it in your life..."

Bang!
Before the bald man could finish his sentence, a ruthless but precise punch landed on his cheek!

"Thank you for saving me a lot of money." Song He looked coldly at the bald man lying on the ground, put the banknotes back in his pocket calmly, turned to several young people in line, pointed to the door with a smile: "Don't you want to go in?"

Several young people looked at the scene in front of them in shock, but there was more surprise than fear in their eyes. Some even cheered excitedly, stepped forward to open the door and rushed in.

"The folk customs of Ding country are really interesting." After all the young people entered, Song He muttered, used the stun cane to hit the bald man on the head, then dragged him to the corner and hid him, and straightened his clothes. Went in.

And the moment Song He walked into the bar, the deafeningly loud music and the cheers that could blow over the roof mixed into an astonishing sound wave, which kept hitting Song He's eardrums, making him frown irritably.

"Damn! It's noisier than a hundred clouds!" Song He complained, recalling the information given by George Cramp, discerning the direction clearly, and headed for an inconspicuous corridor.

After more than ten steps into the corridor, a corner appeared in front of Song He.When he rounded the corner, a strong white man in a casual suit walked up to him.

"Who are you?" The burly man in the suit was stunned for a moment, stopped on guard, stared at Song He with a frown and asked, "This is not where you should come, come out..."

Bang!
A familiar fist-to-body clash sounded, and the burly man in a suit whose jaw had been hit hard fell limply to the ground.

"Alright, it's more convenient for me to send an extra actor over."

Song He murmured indifferently, quickly grabbed the collar of the strong man in the suit with sharp eyesight, and put one hand on his neck to prevent him from falling to the ground, and continued to walk inside as if supporting a drunk person .

Just like this, the strong man in the suit continued to move forward, until after turning two corners again, the annoying sound wave behind Song He weakened instantly, and at the end of the corridor, there appeared a closed door and two gatekeepers. bodyguard.

"It's finally here." He whispered to himself, Song He made an anxious and eager look, and with difficulty freed one hand to wave at the two bodyguards: "Quick, come help! He fainted!"

The two bodyguards immediately spotted their companion and Song He, looked at each other, and hurried to catch up.

"What's up with him?"

"What happened?"

Seeing this, Song He handed over the strong man in the suit who was supporting them to the two. With a look of lingering fear on his face, he pointed behind him and gasped, "Someone...causing trouble!"

"where is it?"

"Who is making trouble?"

The two bodyguards immediately became alert when they heard this, and while supporting their companions, they subconsciously looked behind Song He at the same time.

Bang bang!

Just when their eyes turned away from Song He, Song He clenched his fists left and right, hitting the jaws of the two bodyguards almost at the same time!
In an instant, the burly man in a suit and the two bodyguards fell to the ground at the same time, revealing the door not far behind them.

Song He breathed out, took out the stun cane, Shi Shiran patched each of the three heads, then bypassed the three lying on the ground, and came to the door with ease, listening attentively.

Soon, the laughter of a man and several women in the room floated out from the crack of the door and entered Song He's ears.

After a little discrimination, Song He, who immediately understood what was going on in the room at this moment, twitched his face, and without hesitation raised his foot and kicked it down hard!
Bang bang!

The solid door lock shattered instantly like plastic under Song He's feet, and the heavy door leaf flicked open, slamming heavily on the wall!
"what--!"

In an instant, the screams of several women converged into a sharp sound, and Song He frowned furiously!
And among the women in scantily clad clothes, a white man wearing only shorts threw himself to the side, his outstretched arms were obviously trying to grab something!
But how could Song He let him get away with it, his every move was like lightning!When the white man was half a meter away from where he hid his gun, the stun cane in his hand circled around a group of women like a snake coming out of a hole, and precisely pointed it on the white man's temple!
thump!
"what--!"

"Murder!"

"Jefferson!"

The screams just now hadn't stopped, and a new scream broke out again at the same time Jefferson fell to the ground, making Song He one head and two big.

dong dong dong...

In desperation, Song He flicked the stun cane frequently, knocking on the heads of the screaming women one after another like a whack-a-mole!

As a result, Jefferson, who fell to the ground first, was pinned down by the beauties who fainted one after another.

Finally, when the last woman fainted, Song He only felt that the world became quiet in an instant. After closing his eyes and enjoying a rare moment of tranquility, he pulled Jefferson out from the crowd of beauties, carried him on his shoulders, and left through the back door. up the bar.

Half an hour later, Song He carried Jefferson to a small river in the suburbs.

Because it was late at night, and Luncheng had always been cloudy and foggy, the place was shrouded in pitch black night.Whether it's the sound of gurgling water or the occasional chirping of insects and birdsong, it all sets off the tranquility and depth of this place, making people in this place feel inexplicably flustered.

But for Song He, such an environment can't make his new life fluctuate, after all, no matter how thick the night is, it can't block his sharp vision.

And in his opinion, the tranquility and deepness here is just suitable for interrogating Jefferson.

Soon, Song He, who had already designed the interrogation process, took out one thing from the ring and began to arrange it.

In the blink of an eye, the unconscious Jefferson was tied up by Song He, and then hung head to foot from a tree trunk directly above the river.

The other end of the rope binding Jefferson was tightly held by Song He, who was squatting by the river, after wrapping around the tree trunk.

wow...

wow...

Song He held a small washbasin with one free hand, kept scooping up water from the river, and poured it on the unconscious Jefferson.And looking at his happy expression, it feels a bit like the Songkran Festival.

"Pfft...cough...cough..."

Suddenly, the comatose Jefferson woke up under the stimulation of the cold river water. He spat out several mouthfuls of river water and coughed violently.

Seeing this, Song He with a smile on his face put down the small washbasin in his hand with regret, and asked in a hoarse voice after Jefferson's cough subsided a bit: "Mr. Jefferson, I'm sorry that you and I are here meet under such circumstances."

"But I believe that you can realize your situation and answer my question honestly, can't you?"

"Ahem..." Jefferson, who was hung upside down, looked awkwardly in the direction of Song He, only to feel that the other party in the night was extremely blurred regardless of his figure and appearance, and couldn't help asking: "Who are you?"

"It's a pity, it's a wrong answer." Song He shook his head regretfully, and instantly let go of the rope.

Pfft!
Song He's decisiveness and the sudden sense of weightlessness shocked Jefferson, but before he was ready, his entire upper body fell into the cold river water!

Song He, who was squatting on the bank, looked at Jefferson's lower body trembling violently exposed on the river, waited for a moment, then pulled the rope suddenly, pulling Jefferson up from the river.

"Cough cough... puff... cough cough..." Jefferson, who was poured into his nose by the river, coughed violently again, and the river water kept overflowing between his mouth and mouth. Obviously, this sudden attack caused him to choke a lot of water.

"Mr. Jefferson, I don't know who gave you the illusion that you can ask me questions." Song Heyun said lightly: "But, I would like to forget the little unpleasantness you brought me just now, and ask you again Ask once."

"You can realize your situation and answer my questions honestly, can't you?"

"Yes...cough cough...yes!" Jefferson agreed hastily, fearing that Song He would throw him into the river again if he was a step too late.

"Look, how good this is." Song He smiled with satisfaction, and asked word by word: "The first question, which countries' confidential documents and secret information have you sold? Please answer truthfully, let me I can see your sincerity."

Jefferson paused for a moment, trying to analyze what answer Song He wanted to hear from Song He's questioning.

However, Song He's native language and non-inclined questioning put Jefferson in a situation where he dared not answer rashly.

"It's a pity that you hesitated." Song He sighed lightly, and then slightly let go of the rope, letting the rope slip from his hand.

"Wait! Let me tell you!" Suddenly, Jefferson was frightened by the sudden sense of falling and the approaching river, and shouted in panic: "Wei Country, Shell Country, Qin Xia..."

Song He's palm suddenly tightened, and he could barely hang Jefferson ten centimeters above the river, and listened calmly to him calling out the names of the countries.

After a while, Jefferson, who had almost reported all the great powers in the world, stopped talking, gasped in panic, and looked at Song He with fear and pleading.

"Mr. Jefferson, please move quickly, otherwise it will be easy for me to misunderstand that you are trying to lie." Song He asked while pulling the rope: "Who usually comes to you to buy information and confidential documents? "

"There are a lot of people! I have records!" Jefferson, who was far away from the river again, immediately replied: "It's at my house! I can go get it! Many of them are businessmen, and business secrets are the most valuable..."

Facing Jefferson's flustered but very proactive explanation, Song He nodded with satisfaction: "Don't worry, as long as what you said is true, I will not make things difficult for you."

"By the way, what are the channels through which you steal intelligence and confidential documents from various countries? This question is very important, please answer it carefully."

Jefferson's heart tightened, but the suffocation and near-death feeling brought about by falling into the dark river made him give up the inner struggle as quickly as possible, and honestly explained his information channels.

An hour later, Jefferson's brain was congested and dizzy due to hanging upside down for a long time, and he seemed unable to answer Song He's question.

Fortunately, Song He also got all the information he wanted to know, slowly put Jefferson down, and said something that sounded like heaven to Jefferson: "This is a very pleasant exchange. I am very satisfied."

"So you are free, Mr. Jefferson."

(End of this chapter)