Chapter 8: The Damn Secret Agent

Chapter 8: The Damn Secret Agent

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Cheng Qianfan never found any opportunity to issue a warning in advance.

Therefore, he made up his mind to sacrifice Old Mo.

In Cheng Qianfan’s view, for a bastard like Old Mo, whose head sprouted sores and whose feet oozed pus, to contribute to the revolutionary cause was a blessing earned by his ancestors.

Outside Room 315 of the Shuanglong Lane Residence.

The officers wore tense expressions as they made their final preparations before the operation.

“Boss Jin, it’s all arranged. We’ve got men beneath the windows too. No need to worry about him jumping out. This kid has nowhere to go, neither heaven nor earth can save him now,” Ma Yishou reported quietly to Jin Kemu.

“Old Mo,” Jin Kemu said in a low voice.

“Boss Jin, just watch me.” Old Mo grinned smugly.

The fellow possessed excellent lock-picking skills.

According to Old Mo’s own boasting, there was not a single door in Shanghai that he could not open.

Seeing the smug look Old Mo cast his way, Cheng Qianfan responded with a cold smile.

Old Mo’s uncle had been an old Chinese detective.

Years ago, he had taken a bullet for Chief Inspector Qin Detai.

Later, he retired due to illness and lived out his remaining years in comfort.

Before his death, the person he worried about most was his “good-for-nothing nephew,” Old Mo.

That was why a three-lights drifter could somehow worm his way into the police force and end up eating the foreign master’s rice bowl.

Out of respect for Qin Detai, everyone usually remained polite toward Old Mo.

But the man was truly scum.

Fraud, extortion, swindling, bribery, there was no evil he would not commit.

Rumor even had it that he had tricked his own uncle out of every last cent of his burial savings and gambled it all away.

After becoming a policeman, he became even worse.

Even fellow policemen, whose reputations were hardly spotless, looked down on Old Mo’s conduct.

He was not fit to sit at the same table as decent people.

Gradually, most people adopted an attitude of keeping their distance from him.

Neither offending him nor getting close to him.

For today’s operation, every other officer wore a standard police uniform.

Only Old Mo had changed into ordinary civilian clothing.

Combined with his demeanor, he looked exactly like one of those freeloading three-lights drifters wandering the streets.

Old Mo was utterly useless in a fight.

His job was always to pick locks and open doors.

He never charged inside.

Many officers privately grumbled about this.

Jin Kemu’s explanation was that if Old Mo rushed in, he would simply be delivering himself to the enemy.

If he got captured and taken hostage, should they shoot or not?

Strangely enough...

That actually made perfect sense.

The target was in Room 313.

The officers moved quietly from the doorway of Room 315 to the target room next door.

When it came to professional matters, Old Mo truly had skill.

In barely ten seconds, the lock opened without a sound.

Cheng Qianfan shot a glance toward He Guan.

His feet shifted forward half a step.

“Ready!” Jin Kemu, who had long since retreated to the rear, barked softly.

However, before he could say “Go,” he saw Old Mo, who had just unlocked the door and was about to step aside, get bumped from behind.

Bravely, he crashed through the door and became the first to charge inside.

Damn it!

The sudden turn of events stunned everyone except the person responsible.

Even so, the officers reacted with remarkable speed and coordination.

Swish!

With guns drawn, they immediately took cover on either side of the doorway, holding their breath and waiting for the sounds of gunfire and... screams.

Zhuang Ze lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

His heart was filled with contradiction and fear.

He wanted to flee.

To escape somewhere without people, hide his identity, and live under another name.

Zhuang Ze understood perfectly well how ruthless and hateful the Party was toward traitors.

Especially because his betrayal had directly led to Old Liao’s sacrifice.

The organization would never let him go.

Following Wang Kangnian’s instructions was no different from walking into a trap.

Yet whenever he thought of Wang Kangnian’s wolf-like, hawk-like eyes, he shivered in fear.

The moment he took that step and betrayed the revolution, he knew he no longer had any choice.

Suddenly, Bang!

The door burst open.

Zhuang Ze was startled.

He sprang upright from the bed.

Ignoring the pain from his injuries, he saw a skinny man rushing inside.

“Who are you?”

Having suddenly been shoved forward, Old Mo cursed inwardly while becoming both shocked and furious.

He had never imagined that one of his own people would stab him in the back.

However, this was not the time to think about that.

Looking at the young man in the room, Old Mo first confirmed that the target was correct.

Then he deliberately put on a ferocious expression.

“The man who’s here to take your life.”

This was wisdom Old Mo had gained from years roaming the underworld.

When trouble arose, never panic.

First overwhelm the other side with your presence.

That single sentence terrified Zhuang Ze beyond measure.

The first thought that entered his mind was:

The Party’s execution squad had come to eliminate him!

Before he could react, he saw the man who had just looked so vicious suddenly retreat instead of advancing.

As agile as a dog, he darted aside.

Since no gunshots had been heard, the waiting officers immediately charged in courageously.

Cheng Qianfan rushed in at the very front.

Behind him came He Guan.

Behind him came the others.

The officers raised their guns and formed a perimeter.

“Don’t move!”

“Police business!”

“Hands up!”

From the moment he entered the room, Cheng Qianfan’s eyes remained fixed on the man inside.

His gaze possessed a penetrating quality, as though he regarded everything with suspicion.

“Officers, you’ve arrived just in time. This man broke in intending to murder me.”

Seeing the policemen rushing in, Zhuang Ze secretly breathed a sigh of relief and pointed toward Old Mo.

As he spoke, instead of retreating, he stepped forward half a pace.

In doing so, he completely placed himself inside the officers’ encirclement.

That way, even if Old Mo suddenly attacked, he would not be able to harm him.

However, to the officers, this action seemed rather suspicious.

Was he planning to move closer before suddenly attacking someone?

“Name?” Ma Yishou asked.

“Zhu Yuan.”

“What do you do for a living?”

Before the man could answer, Cheng Qianfan suddenly rushed forward.

Without a word, he kicked him hard.

The man cried out in pain.

Yet he did not immediately collapse.

Instead, he staggered backward several steps before falling onto the bed.

Cheng Qianfan was about to leap forward and continue the beating when several officers squeezed past him.

One of them directly snapped handcuffs behind Zhu Yuan’s back.

“What are you doing?”

“Why are you arresting me?”

“What crime have I committed?”

Zhu Yuan shouted his protests.

Smack!

Cheng Qianfan immediately slapped him across the face.

Just as he was preparing to strike a second time, more officers pushed him aside.

Cheng Qianfan cursed inwardly.

These colleagues of his.

Now that the man appeared harmless, every one of them was scrambling to get involved, afraid of being left behind.

Big-Head Lu directly pulled a wad of filthy cloth from his pocket and stuffed it into the prisoner’s mouth.

This was a lesson learned from arresting Communists.

Handcuffs alone were not enough.

Preventing escape was only part of it.

The most important thing was blocking their mouths.

Communists were sharp-tongued and persuasive.

They excelled at stirring up ignorant citizens and creating endless trouble.

“Where’d you get that rag? What a smell!”

“Damn it, Big-Head Lu, how many days has it been since you washed your socks?” He Guan even reached over and touched it before immediately exploding into curses.

Everyone covered their noses and mouths.

Big-Head Lu was truly vicious.

He had used a filthy sock as a gag.

Seeing that the prisoner had been subdued, his mouth blocked, and most importantly that he seemed resigned and no longer resisted.

Cheng Qianfan felt slightly disappointed.

He had been planning to land a few more punches.

Seeing the malicious look in Cheng Qianfan’s eyes, Zhuang Ze felt fear rising inside him.

Inwardly, he cursed furiously.

I’ll remember you!

You damn secret agent!

You black-uniformed hound!

In Zhuang Ze’s eyes, this man was obviously more than an ordinary policeman.

He was an anti-revolutionary policeman who hated Communists with every fiber of his being.