The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Years ago, it was a time for families to reunite with lights on.

Outside the cell door, the rare sound of messy footsteps was heard.

Hearing the sound, the vulture hurriedly retreated a little. The confinement room itself was not big. After his back hit the corner, there was nowhere for him to curl up.

"Crash~!"

"Crack~!"

The sound of the chain sliding and the mechanical sound of the lock opening made the vulture's eyes and body very nervous.

"Squeak~!"

The heavy iron door made a teeth-aching sound, and then slowly opened. Under the dim yellow light and the swaying figures, the veins in the hands of the vulture squeezing the quilt bulged out.

"Why?"

Looking at the men in black staring at the door, the vulture spread his hands, and his light blue eyes exuded a light called fear.

The people outside didn't say anything, but waved with their palms outward, making a simple and easy-to-understand gesture, indicating to follow him out.

"If you don't tell me clearly what you are doing, I refuse to go out!"

The vulture shook his head firmly, stretched out the quilt, wrapped himself into a ball, curled up, and resisted fearlessly.

"Bring him out!"

Zheng Chaoyang was a little impatient. The smell here really made him feel uncomfortable. After signaling, he walked towards the door.

The four or five strong men on the side immediately rushed over. One person pulled the quilt, two people held back, and the rest were responsible for cuffing and holding up the arms. Even a pig that was celebrating the New Year was held down by so many people, waiting for it. Just take a stab at it obediently.

"NO, NO, NO~!"

It seemed that the pilot was much easier to hold down than the New Year Pig. After a while, the vulture, whose hands and feet were bound, was pinched and taken out.

The light in the sky was a bit dazzling. After coming out, the vulture struggled to cover his eyes with his hands. The messy beard and haggard look on his face made him look completely different from when he stepped into the cabin before.

Even though the interrogation room was on the surface, it still made the vulture very cold, as if it were thousands of meters high in the air.

While he was observing the difference between the interrogation room and their country, the very upright man sitting opposite called out his name.

"Captain Steve Johnson!"

"YE~!"

The vulture nodded and blinked his eyes, trying to see what the other person would say.

"On *month*, 196*, you flew a U2 reconnaissance aircraft and entered our country's airspace without permission. Do you have anything else to explain?"

As Zheng Chaoyang spoke slowly, the translator and stenographer on the side began to interpret and record at the same time.

The vulture first looked at Zheng Chaoyang, and then shifted his gaze to the middle-aged man who was translating. After he finished speaking, he stood up in surprise.

"NO, this is a false accusation. The plane I was flying had a mechanical failure. I didn't know where I was flying to. You just shot me down like this. Are you trying to ignite the fuse of war?"

"You'd better let me go. Have you ever seen mushroom bombs? The mushrooms exploded over JP. You people can't bear the consequences!"

It has to be said that after accepting the reality, Mr. Steve Vulture changed very quickly. His two thick, sausage-like mouths quickly expressed his inner sophistry completely.

If you didn't know better and saw this scene, you might have thought he was interrogating the people opposite.

In the end, he didn't even think it was a deterrent enough, so he clenched the five fingers of his right hand together, then opened them instantly, and made a strange sound of "bang".His tone and actions clearly displayed his contempt.

After the translator spoke out his original words, the temperature in the interrogation room dropped several degrees, and the tip of the pen in the stenographer's hand was almost pressed into the pen.

"Whether your plane is malfunctioning or not, when you enter someone else's airspace, you'd better be prepared to be shot down, just like you are sitting right now!"

It was also the first time that Lao Zheng saw such a courageous prisoner. He distorted the facts and opened his mouth, which was equivalent to pointing at his nose and saying that his surname was Zhang, arrogant Zhang.

"I feel lucky for you. Fortunately, this is not a passenger plane. If it were a passenger plane without a parachute, you would have become the executioners. According to international practice, you should first make radio contact with me to confirm that I am lost, and give me help." Point me in the right direction of flight instead of shooting me down!"

When he was enjoying himself, the vulture was so eloquent that he spat foam all the way, and finally even wanted to stand up and question Zheng Chaoyang. These lies seemed to have become the truth in his mouth.

"We have a saying, when a friend comes, there is wine; when a jackal comes, there is a shotgun. Do you think you are a friend or a jackal?"

As he spoke, Zheng Chaoyang took out a photo developed from paper from the black briefcase he brought. After careful cutting, the size was just right. As his words ended, the black and white photos appeared one after another. The table is pieced together into a complete top view.

Seeing this scene, Mr. Vulture couldn't sit still. The dark pupils on his dark blue irises were getting bigger and bigger, and the rise and fall of his chest told the people in the interrogation room that he was very shocked in his heart.

“Damn, shit, FU*K!”

Vulture was now in a state of incompetent rage, banging the table with his handcuffed hands, and he even forgot to destroy these records.

"The film you took off from the plane was very clear. If you weren't a pilot, you would be a very professional photographer!"

Seeing that the vulture's face turned gloomy and changed very quickly, Lao Zheng slowly leaned his back on the chair and clasped his hands on his chest, as if looking at a clown. He watched this vulture jump to the shore and still fight for his life. Struggling fish.

"So what, if you have the ability, you can kill me, but you don't dare. If you kill me, then you will see mushrooms, mushrooms with 1000 million degrees, and everyone will turn into ashes!"

The vulture with a distorted face had already admitted in disguise, using an understatement and speaking hysterical words. The ugly face with bared lower teeth made everyone present very unhappy, very unhappy.

If he hadn't been unable to do anything, I believe everyone who saw this scene would have wanted to give him a slap in the face.

"You think it's just you, huh~!"

Even Zheng Chaoyang, who had always been particular about his courage, was very angry at this moment. How could a small officer wield a nuclear stick to blackmail him?

Looking at the bruise on his forehead, Lao Zheng felt that Li Feng should be damned. Why did he start so lightly? Why didn't he swing it a few more times?

"Do you know what a nuclear submarine is? It is wandering where you can't see it. When you shot me down, it has already surfaced. You don't even need an aircraft carrier. Just one surgical operation and your earth will boil and burn! "

When the rampant vulture was brought back, the closed door behind suddenly opened.

Whether it was the experts and professors who had taken off their white coats, the security area personnel in yellow-green military uniforms, or the light blue air force personnel, their expressions after filing out were all very ugly.

The atmosphere in the entire interrogation room was very depressing, and this was a humiliating moment for everyone.

"If nothing comes out of the trial, send it to court!"

The photos and interrogation records on the table had been put back into the briefcase by Lao Zheng. His first words after standing up made everyone else nod in agreement.

They all looked at the look just now. This was no longer a matter of respect, but that the other party regarded them as ants.

The stumbling old man looked a bit sad, and the other party slapped him in the face. It was not only the face of the troops, but also the faces of all scientific research workers!

Having a sword but not using it, and not having a sword are completely different things.

Weapons are lagging behind and we are so angry! (End of chapter)