Crossing Hong Kong to be a police officer, but the system is wrong

When Song Shijie saw Zhang Yijun's expression, he knew that his operation was finally half successful.

Experts are experts. Dr. Li Xiner’s diagnosis of emptiness is indeed more reliable. No matter how strong a person is, there is always a relatively soft side in their heart, especially girls.

After a while, Song Shijie picked up the dagger that originally belonged to Zhang Yijun on the table, cut off the plastic bag that bound her hands, and then handed her a pack of tissues.

No handcuffs were used to avoid arousing her subconscious resistance to the "police".

Zhang Yijun took the tissue, looked up at Song Shijie, wiped her tears and said sarcastically: "Why, aren't you afraid that I will resist?"

"I'm sorry, but you're no match for me. And I have a gun."

Song Shijie's words left Zhang Yijun unable to refute.

In the fierce battle just now, she used all her skills, and various killing moves emerged one after another, but the opponent seemed to be holding back and did not go all out. Despite this, she was eventually defeated and subdued by this guy.

The gap in strength between the two sides is obvious.

Zhang Yijun did not take up Song Shijie's words, but shook her head, her attitude quite firm: "Don't be delusional, I will not betray the Red Bandits. Either kill me, or take me back to jail."

"Oh, I'm quite interested in knowing the reason. Do you mind telling me? Don't worry, you don't have to tell me the details about the true identity of this Red Bandit, although I already have a rough idea of ​​who he is."

Song Shijie pulled a chair over with a smile on his face and sat opposite Zhang Yijun. Then he picked up a cup of milk tea and drank it leisurely. He looked as natural as if he came to the milk tea shop to chat with a friend who just got off work.

Zhang Yijun pondered for a moment before speaking: "My childhood memories are already very vague. I only remember that I started to receive brutal training when I was about five or six years old..."

“We were held in a place similar to a concentration camp. Besides me, there were many other children who were brought back from different places.

Every day before dawn, we would be rudely woken up by the instructors and start a day of physical training, long-distance running, push-ups... endless repetition. If we slacked off even a little, we would be severely beaten.

At noon, during the short break, we wolfed down the hard-to-swallow food just to gain a little bit of strength for the afternoon training.

The training in the afternoon was even more brutal. We learned various fighting techniques and fought with our companions. If we held back a little, we would get hurt. Some people even fell down and never stood up again.

In those days, I had no friends, only competitors. We were all fighting for survival and no one dared to take it lightly... We also had to learn unconditional obedience to our superiors, and then various assassination techniques, the use of firearms, the configuration of poisons, and so on.

Many children could not bear the pressure, and either had a mental breakdown or chose to commit suicide... And for me, when I wanted to give up countless times, there was always a voice in my heart telling me: I must survive, I must escape from this hell.

Just like this, I gradually grew up in endless pain and torture… I was about 13 years old that year, my heart became as cold as iron, and my skills became more agile. Although the guards there were tight, I felt I had the ability to escape.

It turned out that I was too naive. That night, I took advantage of the person on duty dozing off and tried to escape... But the strong white instructor caught me easily... I was beaten to death, lying on the ground, watching him untie his belt... Just when I thought I was about to face the cruelest fate, that man appeared. He secretly lurked behind the instructor and twisted him lightly, and the instructor fell silently...

He took me and another companion and escaped from that hellhole... He told us that his name was Chidao, and from now on, we would follow him. He would teach us many other things, and with him around, we would not suffer anymore..."

Song Shijie listened quietly as Zhang Yijun told a story that was extremely cruel to a child in a bystander's tone.

He knew very well that Zhang Yijun was willing to tell him this past event just to express her gratitude to Chi Dao for giving her a new life, so she would never betray him.

He sighed, slowly stood up, put his hands on Zhang Yijun's shoulders, looked at her, and said word by word:

"I'm sorry, although this is a bit cruel to you, but I still have to say that you have been deceived by the Red Bandits for more than ten years."

Zhang Yijun glared at him instantly: "I didn't expect you to be such a slanderous villain!"

Song Shijie had anticipated Zhang Yijun's attitude at this moment. He sat down again, crossed his legs, and said calmly:

"I'm a police officer, and I'm used to analyzing everything with logical reasoning. Let's analyze the incident in which the so-called Red Bandit rescued you from the assassin training camp and see if there are any logical loopholes in it."

As he said this, he snapped his fingers.

"First, according to your recollection, the place was heavily guarded. He took you and Jin Taonian alone. Oh, sorry, I already know the details of the other messenger. This is not the point. Let's continue. How could he sneak in from the outside to the inside so easily, and then escape from the inside to the outside with the two children?"

"Secondly, that white-skinned instructor must be very strong. Even if he was so stupid, how could he be sneaked up behind him without knowing it? I think I am much stronger than you, but didn't you notice the sneak attack before?"

"Third, let's take a step back and say that the red bandit was indeed very powerful and was able to easily approach the white-skinned instructor, but could he have been killed quietly by covering his throat with his hand and swiping his throat with a dagger? Friends who often kill people, such as you, should know that it is not so easy for someone with trained neck muscles to break his neck bones with those seemingly fancy methods."

"Fourth, the most important question is, you have no relationship with Chidao, so why did he dare to take the risk to go there and rescue the two children? You can't say that Chidao is a lone ranger who is chivalrous and can't help but help you when he saw that you two are so smart, right?"

"So, I boldly speculate that the so-called rescue incident was simply a play performed by the Red Bandit and the people there. He had already set his sights on you. The person on duty happened to doze off, and the white-skinned instructor caught you and tortured you when you took the opportunity to escape, and even tried to... and then was assassinated by the Red Bandit, and took you and Jin Taonian away. It was all a script."

Song Shijie's reasoning left Zhang Yijun dumbfounded. She tried to refute, but found herself speechless.

Over the years, she had doubted the conspiracy, but she was quickly convinced.

"Do you want evidence? I'll show you right now. Although it's not the same place... Three years ago, the police in Siam uncovered a killer training camp. According to the leader there, many organizations would 'book' talents from them, and the price was up to the person. The most luxurious package was for the training camp to cooperate with Jin to play a rescue role in exchange for the loyalty of the rescued person... This is the transcript of the confession at the time, take a look for yourself."

He took out his cell phone, flipped to a photo, and handed it to Zhang Yijun.

Seeing the latter taking the phone with trembling hands, wanting to look but not daring to, Song Shijie secretly breathed a sigh of relief:

It was worth it that I prepared many plans to convince her. I didn't expect that Chidao actually used this old-fashioned method to recruit his subordinates and win their hearts.

Well, the seal on that confession transcript is real, but the content is fake. It was dictated by him and prepared by his old friend Rita, and it was freshly produced less than a day ago.

(First update, please give me five-star praise. I didn’t expect to write two chapters about recruiting my sister-in-law. At that time, I wanted to make this character more vivid and the recruitment process more realistic. If I had known earlier, I would have followed the trend of Shuangwen and said: The other party was inspired by Song Sir and bowed down to him.)