red moscow

Chapter 2593

Sokov and Bakandze led the militia company into the town of Khimki and found the police chief at the duty point.

Seeing Sokov and an old man coming in, the sheriff quickly stood up and saluted him: "Hello, Comrade General!"

Although Sokov was not wearing a military uniform, he still raised his hand to return the salute and introduced Bakanidze beside him: "This is my father-in-law Bakanidze. He has been ordered to lead the militia company of the instrument factory to assist you in carrying out your mission."

After hearing this, the police chief quickly turned around, saluted Bakanidze, and said politely: "Hello, Comrade Bakanidze!"

"I see the town's exit has been blocked. I guess the suspicious person can't leave town for the time being." Sokov asked the sheriff, "When do you plan to start the town-wide manhunt?"

"Wait a moment, Comrade General."

"What are you waiting for?" Sokov asked somewhat unhappily.

"I have reported this to the North District Police Station." Seeing that Sokov was unhappy, the police chief quickly explained to him, "The director of the bureau will arrive soon with reinforcements to assist us in the search and arrest operation here."

Upon learning that the Northern District Police Department would soon send people to Khimki Town to assist the sheriff in searching for suspicious persons, Sokov's tone softened a lot: "When will they arrive?"

The sheriff raised his hand to check the time and replied, "If nothing goes wrong, they will be here in a few minutes at most."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone on the table rang.

The sheriff picked up the phone and said, "I'm the sheriff? What? The people sent by the precinct have arrived and are at the south entrance of the town? Okay, I get it. I'll rush over immediately."

After hanging up the phone, the sheriff said to Sokov, "Comrade General, the people sent by the police station have arrived. Shall we go meet them now?"

"Let's go." Sokov nodded in agreement: "Go and say hello to the head of your branch."

When the three arrived at the south entrance of the town, they found more than 20 police cars of various sizes parked there. A police officer with the rank of lieutenant colonel was walking back and forth in front of the police cars.

The sheriff quickly ran forward and saluted the other party.

After the two talked for a few words, they walked towards Sokov.

"Hello, Comrade General." The lieutenant colonel raised his hand to salute Sokov, and said respectfully: "The director of the North District Bureau reports to you that we are here to reinforce. I will follow your instructions. Please give the order."

After Sokov raised his hand to return the greeting, he said to the director of the bureau: "Director, you should know that I am a soldier. When it comes to commanding troops to march and fight, this is my strength; but when it comes to arresting suspicious elements in the city, that is what you police officers are good at. I think you are still in charge of today's search and arrest operation, and I will not interfere with your command."

In fact, before coming here, the director of the bureau had a headache. Therefore, Sokov, a senior general in Khimki Town, might be a good commander in battle, but when it comes to arresting criminals, he is a complete layman. If the other party gives blind command during the operation, it may lead to the failure of today's operation.

Hearing Sokov hand over the command of the search operation to him, he felt much more at ease. After saluting Sokov, he called several subordinates to his front, gave them a few instructions, and the search operation officially began.

Seeing police officers and militiamen in groups of more than ten or twenty entering different buildings to conduct searches, Sokov could not help but ask the director of the bureau: "Comrade Director, is this search like looking for a needle in a haystack?"

"No, Comrade General." The director of the bureau explained to Sokov, "According to my analysis, this suspicious captain must have come from outside the city. Since he is from outside the city, if he wants to stay in this town, he must either stay in a hotel or rent a house. Let's first check the hotels in the town to see if there is such a person. If not, we will enter the various buildings in the town to search and ask the residents if there is such a captain renting a house."

After listening to the explanation of the director of the bureau, Sokov smiled and nodded, thinking that with the other party's arrangement, the chances of catching the fake captain were still very high.

Bakanidze did not join the militia in the search, but stayed with Sokov. After listening to the director's story, he asked worriedly, "What if he secretly moved to another place, then we won't be able to find him?"

"Our search and arrest operation today involves some element of luck," Sokov said. "It all depends on how lucky we are today."

As they were talking, they saw the sheriff approaching with a bald man. Sokov originally thought that the man was the captain he saw in the officer's store, but when he got closer, he realized that he was just a stranger.

"Comrade Chief of Police," the director of the bureau asked before Sokov could speak, "Who is this?"

"Comrade Director," the sheriff replied, "this comrade may know some clues."

Knowing that the man might have some clues, the director of the bureau immediately called him over and asked politely: "Comrade, tell me what you know."

"Comrade police officer," the man said, "the day before yesterday, after school, my son went to the north of town to play with several classmates. They had an argument with a little kid..."

"Wait a minute," the director of the bureau interrupted the other party when he heard this: "We are looking for a captain, but you told me that your son had an argument with a child a few days ago..."

"Comrade Director," Sokov realized that the man's words were just a prelude, and quickly said to the director of the bureau: "Let him continue. Maybe what follows is what we are eager to know."

"Please continue." The director of the bureau said to the man.

The man nodded and continued, "At first the children had an argument, and then they beat up the other kid. You all know that it's normal for children to fight. I remember when I was a child, I fought with many of my peers. Because of this, the teacher even called my parents..."

Seeing that the man had digressed from the topic, Sokov quickly reminded him: "Speak to the point. What happened after your son beat the other person?"

"After they beat the kid, an officer suddenly rushed out from a nearby house. He was not wearing a military cap and was holding an opened bottle of vodka." The man continued, "After he came over, he grabbed my son and his friends and made them stand against the wall. After they stood still, he let the kid slap them in the face with the sole of his shoe. When I heard the news, I was furious. You know, I am a father, and I absolutely cannot watch my children being bullied. When I was young, if any child dared to bully me, I would definitely fight him to the death. If I couldn't beat him, I would go home and call my father..."

"Speak to the point, speak to the point." This time it was the director of the bureau who reminded the man.

The man coughed, spat and continued, "I carried my child on my bicycle and went to the captain to seek justice. After we met, he beat me up and even broke my bicycle. Look, this is what he left for me." The man pointed to his forehead. Sokov looked closely and saw a bruise on the man's forehead, which must have been caused by a punch. Although the officer the man was talking about might be the one he saw, Sokov did not give orders hastily, but asked, "What is the rank of that officer? Lieutenant or colonel?"

The man thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It should be a lieutenant, but I can't remember whether it was a captain or a captain."

"After you were assaulted, did you report it to the sheriff?"

"No." The man answered straightforwardly. He pointed to his chest and said, "He is not only an officer, but he also has two medals hanging here. Even if I call the police, I'm afraid the sheriff won't dare to offend the officer. I can only consider myself unlucky."

Sokov waited for the man to finish speaking, then turned to the director of the bureau and asked, "Comrade Director, what do you think?"

The director of the bureau thought for a moment, then replied, "Comrade General, I think that person might be the one we are looking for."

"I think so too." Sokov said, "How about we dispatch some people to check there?"

"I think it's okay." The director of the bureau said, calling over a subordinate and asking him to take a dozen policemen with him, under the guidance of the man, to the north of the town to arrest the suspected officer.

Led by the man, they passed through the center of the town and came to the north side of the town.

"Right there." The man suddenly pointed to a two-story building in front of him and said, "The officer lives in that building. As for which floor he lives on, I'm not sure." After saying this, he paused for a moment and pointed to the ground not far away and said, "He smashed my bicycle here. Look, there are marks on the ground."

Sokov looked in the direction the man's finger pointed and found clear traces of wheel marks and the outline of a car body on the mud, proving that what the man said about the officer smashing his bicycle here was absolutely true.

"Come here," the director of the bureau said to his subordinate, "take your men to search the building and make sure to find the officer. Comrade General will identify him to see if he is the person he saw in the officer's shop."

When the police entered the building, Bakanidze wanted to follow them in, but Sokov stopped him: "Let the young people do these things, you stay here." The reason why Sokov didn't let him go was that he was worried that the officer would find out that his identity was exposed. If he was desperate and put up a desperate resistance, Bakanidze might be injured.

Since Sokov stopped him from entering the building, Bakandze didn't say anything. He just stared at the door, wanting to see whether the police officer who went in could catch anyone.

Ten minutes later, there was a noisy sound at the door.

Then, Sokov saw several policemen handcuffing a captain's hands behind his back and pushing him out of the unit door.

Sokov looked carefully and found that the captain who was pushed out was the man he saw in the officers' shop. He turned to the director of the bureau and said, "Comrade Director, yes, it's him. He is the man I saw in the officers' shop."

The director of the bureau nodded and walked forward.

The leading police officer saw the director of the bureau coming over and hurriedly reported excitedly: "After we entered the house, we met an old lady. When we asked her whether a captain lived here, she gave us a positive answer. But she also mentioned that when the captain rented the house from her, he did not show any valid documents. She saw that he was wearing a military uniform and had a medal on his chest, so she thought he should be reliable, so she rented the house to him."

"Good job." The director of the bureau patted the police officer on the shoulder, and then asked the captain who was still struggling: "Captain, what is your name?"

"Sergey, Sergey Nikonenko."

"Which unit?"

Hearing the director's question, the captain remained silent. It was unclear whether he was too disdainful to answer the question or simply didn't know how to answer it.

Sokov also walked forward and said to him: "Captain, we meet again."

The captain raised his head, looked Sokov up and down, and said in surprise: "It's you. We met in the officers' store."

"You have a good memory. We did meet once in the officers' store." Sokov said coldly, "When the salesperson wanted to register your information, you said you forgot your military ID at home. Now we are looking for you at your home. I wonder if you can show us your military ID so that we can know which unit you are from."

Seeing the captain remained silent, Sokov said to the director of the bureau, "Comrade Director, have the police search his room carefully, first to find his military ID, and second to see if there is anything else."

"Something else?" The director of the bureau asked in surprise, "Comrade General, are you referring to the radio station?"

Sokov thought to himself that if this captain was really a German pawn in Moscow, he would have a legal identity and would not have to worry about being checked by the police or the Ministry of Internal Affairs. But judging from the current situation, he couldn't even produce his military ID, so it was unlikely that he was a German spy.

"Maybe it's a radio, maybe it's something else." Sokov said vaguely: "You search the room where he lives carefully, maybe there will be an unexpected surprise."

The director of the bureau nodded and said to the leading police officer, "Take two people and go back to the room where we just caught him. Search it carefully to see if you can find anything valuable."

The police officer agreed, called two policemen, turned around and re-entered the unit to search the room where the fake captain was arrested.

"Captain, please tell me, do you live alone or with others?" Sokov asked.

The captain replied in a muffled voice: "I live alone."

"That's not right. As far as I know, there is at least one child among the people living with you." Sokov called the man who informed him and asked the fake captain, "Look who he is?"

The captain took a look at the man, then shook his head and said, "I don't know him. I've never seen him before."

"What? You said you've never seen me before?" The man jumped up when he heard the fake captain say that. He pointed to his forehead and said, "Look, the wound on my forehead was caused by you. Not only did you hit me, you also smashed the bicycle I was riding."

Hearing what the man said, the fake captain suddenly looked enlightened: "So it's you, I was wondering why you looked so familiar."