Who taught you to be a soldier like this!

Chapter 591

"Old Zhao! Old Zhao!"

"Bang bang bang!"

A loud knocking startled Zhao Weihong awake from her sleep, who had only been asleep for a few hours.

Disturbed from her sleep, Zhao Weihong didn't have any morning grumpiness. Instead, she ran barefoot to the floor and opened the door, which wasn't actually locked.

Qian Wanli looked as if he had just gotten out of bed, wearing slippers and only a physical training uniform that served as pajamas.

Before Zhao Weihong could even ask what was going on, Qian Wanli spoke up, quite excitedly.

"They confessed! They confessed everything!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Weihong's pupils, which still retained a trace of sleepiness, instantly became clear, and the image of the old farmer appeared in her mind!
"How to say?"

"Was that fellow villager really a drug trafficker?"

After saying that, Zhao Weihong quickly went back to the head of the bed, put on her clothes, and listened carefully to Qian Wanli's words.

"Strictly speaking, he is not a drug trafficker; at most, he can only be considered an accomplice."

"Because he hasn't been involved in the smuggling or sale of contraband, he's just been continuously supplying provisions to drug traffickers hiding in the mountains these past few days."

"By the way! According to his own confession, his son, who claimed to be working abroad, was also among this group of drug traffickers!"

The words fell.

Zhao Weihong's nimble movements paused visibly for a full five or six seconds before he finally put on the training uniform shirt, which he had already put on one sleeve of.

Zhao Weihong had long anticipated that the old farmer would help D transport supplies, so she was not surprised.

After all, the old farmer had already controlled the amount of food he was carrying in order to avoid attracting attention.

But for him, a "mountain expert," this food was not only plentiful, but also superfluous.

It's important to know that most of the mountains in Yunnan are undeveloped, and there are countless kinds of mountain delicacies.

If an old farmer is willing, it's not difficult for him to go to the mountains empty-handed and stay for several months.

If we were to use Zhao Weihong's proficiency panel to describe the "wilderness survival" level of the old farmer and the local villagers, they would all be "master-level experts," far surpassing ordinary soldiers!

The mountains are their second home, their second mother who nurtures them.

This is by no means an exaggeration.

But to Zhao Weihong's utter surprise, among this group of drug traffickers was actually the old farmer's son!
This scene reminded Zhao Weihong of four words that appear repeatedly in historical records and are often talked about, but are extremely rare in reality.

To put righteousness before family ties.

To put it bluntly, judging a book by its cover.

Judging solely from the old farmer's appearance, even Zhao Weihong would hardly believe that he could endure the inner torment and human instincts to make this difficult decision.

He slowly fastened the top button at the collar.

Having sorted out her thoughts, Zhao Weihong turned around and looked at Qian Wanli, who was still standing at the door, and asked the most pressing question.

"Where are they now?"

"The local police station!"

"After receiving the news, both the city's forward command post and the county's base command post dispatched comrades from the public security department to help us with the interrogation."

"The comrades from the county have arrived, but those from the city are still on their way, and it will probably take some more time."

After silently listening to Qian Wanli's almost "report" speech, Zhao Weihong nodded and spoke to Qian Wanli in a very natural, commanding tone.

"Get dressed, let's go see him in person right now!"

In response, Qian Wanli replied just as naturally, "Yes!"

By this time, it was lights out, and almost everyone in the camp was resting.

Zhao Weihong and Qian Wanli didn't disturb too many people. They simply pulled the radio operator out of bed and told him to pay attention to any messages that might come from their superiors.

The two of them rushed out of the camp, without even driving, and drove straight to the local police station.
However, given their physical abilities, running there would likely be faster than driving.
In Yunnan, a region extremely lacking in flat land, a township-level police station would naturally not have a grand compound. It would simply be a three-story building that is merged with various departments and units and even looks somewhat rudimentary from the outside.

Zhao Weihong and her companion pushed open the door and entered, just in time to bump into Chen Zheng, who appeared to be waiting for them at the entrance.

"Old Zhao! Old Qian!"

Chen Zheng's face was filled with visible excitement and anticipation. Seeing Zhao Weihong arrive quickly as he had expected, Chen Zheng immediately stepped forward and looked at Zhao Weihong with a complex gaze that contained three parts respect, three parts admiration, and three parts disbelief.

There were no small talk or pleasantries.

Just over ten minutes ago, Zhao Weihong was still having sweet dreams in bed, but she immediately switched into work mode and said in a serious and straightforward manner.

"where is he?"

"This way."

After saying that, Chen Zheng immediately led the two upstairs to the end of the second floor, where two doors were right next to each other.

After knocking on the door, Chen Zheng pushed it open and entered.

Several figures were already inside the room.

The arrival of Zhao Weihong and the other two did not distract them at all. They kept their eyes fixed on the seemingly transparent glass in front of them, occasionally whispering a few words to their colleagues or hurriedly scribbling a few lines on a piece of paper.

Following their gaze, Zhao Weihong finally saw through the glass the old farmer sitting in a steel chair, his body slightly hunched.

He was firmly secured to the chair by an arc-shaped steel tube integrated with the steel chair in front of his chest, and handcuffs connected to the handles on both sides.

If Zhao Weihong's guess was correct, the chair was embedded in the ground, and it was impossible for one person to break free from it, let alone leave it.

At that moment, the old farmer was answering questions posed by two police officers sitting not far in front of him.

His voice, transmitted clearly through the player, entered the room where Zhao Weihong was, and rang in Zhao Weihong's ears.

It was still the same dialect that Zhao Weihong couldn't understand, but the old farmer's voice sounded noticeably more tired and hollow than when he had met Zhao Weihong.

No emotion.

Seeing this, Zhao Weihong suddenly remembered another key point that Qian Wanli had implied when he reported the situation to her.

The police are helping us with the interrogation.

What is interrogation?

This is called interrogation.

Qian Wanli's words, in a way, defined the old farmer's character.

Accomplice.

"Has his situation been verified?"

"Is his son, who supposedly works abroad, really in the drug trafficking ring he reported?"

Zhao Weihong's voice wasn't very loud, but it wasn't very quiet either. It had a penetrating quality that made people involuntarily focus their attention on what he was saying.

However, his loud words interrupted the thinking of several interrogation experts, causing them to look in Zhao Weihong's direction with some dissatisfaction, their faces filled with impatience at being disturbed.

Obviously.

They did not recognize Zhao Weihong, who was somewhat famous at the time.

Zhao Weihong noticed their reactions, but her face remained expressionless. She simply looked at Chen Zheng, who knew the situation best, with a questioning gaze, without saying a word.

Seeing this, Chen Zheng immediately understood and hurriedly spoke up.

"Based on the information he provided, and combined with the current situation, we will conduct an analysis."

"A significant portion of what he said is true."

"Our team has found the cliff he mentioned and indeed discovered a crevice embedded in the mountain, large enough for an adult to pass through. However, we are still conducting surveillance and cannot conduct further investigations."

"Some local villagers also reported that his son did come back once some time ago, but he disappeared quickly. The locals just assumed that he had gone out to work again, so it did not cause any trouble."

"And according to him, this group of drug traffickers will complete the last shipment of contraband in the next few days, but the exact time is uncertain."

“I’m worried that this might be a diversionary tactic devised by him and the drug dealers behind him, based on your previous questioning.”

To be honest, Chen Zheng's analysis is not without merit.

However, Zhao Weihong did not agree with him. Instead, she spoke up in a rather rambling way.

"Therefore, we still need time to verify the authenticity of the information." "But even now, we cannot be certain that what he said is false."

"Right?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Zheng and Qian Wanli, who was standing next to Zhao Weihong, were visibly taken aback.

After a long while, Chen Zheng nodded hesitantly.

"Correct."

After saying that, Chen Zheng and Qian Wanli exchanged a brief but quick glance.

Obviously.

The two of them had noticed that Zhao Weihong's attitude towards the old farmer was somewhat unusual.

"What's his name."

"Tao Jianguo".

After saying that, in order to give Zhao Weihong a more intuitive understanding of Tao Jianguo's situation, Chen Zheng picked up the file that had been photocopied many times on the table and handed it to Zhao Weihong.

In the archives, Tao Jianguo's life was transformed into words that still smelled of ink, presented vividly to Zhao Weihong.

An unchosen birth, a childhood marked by discrimination, and a reputation that was neither well-regarded nor disliked in the village.

From a conventional perspective, Tao Jianguo is an ordinary, even somewhat pathetic, old man nearing the end of his life.

Having undergone systematic training, Zhao Weihong possesses a reading speed that can be described as "reading ten lines at a glance."

But Zhao Weihong read the file in her hand very, very slowly.

When the last word in the file came into Zhao Weihong's view.

Zhao Weihong slowly closed the file, and as if sighing, uttered three words.

Tao Jianguo

He let out a long sigh of relief.

Zhao Weihong looked at Chen Zheng and asked another seemingly random question.

Has he eaten?

Facing Zhao Weihong's complicated gaze, Chen Zheng turned his head away and said softly.

"No."

Zhao Weihong had actually already guessed the answer.

But after receiving Chen Zheng's affirmation, Zhao Weihong still felt a strange emotion.

"The interrogation is suspended."

"Let him eat first, we can't."

"no!"

Before the words were finished, several figures who had been in the observation room at the beginning suddenly stood up. It seemed that they could no longer tolerate Zhao Weihong, who was constantly "disturbing" their work.

However, Zhao Weihong did not give him a chance to speak at all.

"This is not something I'm discussing."

"It's a notification."

Zhao Weihong stared directly at the figure who had stood up and raised her voice slightly.

"I am now, on behalf of the Joint Operations Headquarters, demanding that you cease interrogating Comrade Tao Jianguo!"

"Until he is formally convicted, he is a meritorious informant, not a criminal!"

"I don't care if you come from the base finger or the front finger."

"In our future work, we must pay attention to our methods and approaches!"

At this point, Zhao Weihong suddenly raised her hand and pointed to the steel chair that was binding Tao Jianguo.

"We absolutely cannot treat a potential hero in this way!"

Seeing the several figures opposite, they seemed somewhat unconvinced.

Zhao Weihong had no interest in arguing with them at all, and turned to walk towards the door, saying as she did so.

"The work we are doing right now is indeed very important."

"But we absolutely cannot, because of this, harm the trust placed in us by an ordinary citizen, an ordinary citizen who may be enduring pain and suffering at this moment, choosing to put the greater good before family!"

"Some things, some feelings, can't be fixed by simply saying 'it was a mistake' afterwards!"

"If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me personally or the headquarters!"

"Platoon Leader Chen!"

"To!"

"Prepare a dinner for Comrade Tao Jianguo."

"Including my share."

"Yes!"

"crash"

Using the cold water from the bathroom, I hastily wiped my face.

Zhao Weihong raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror.

To be honest.

Zhao Weihong herself was a little confused as to why she had reacted so strongly in the observation room just now.

Perhaps it's a kind of mutual appreciation between "kindred spirits"?

In fact, Zhao Weihong and Tao Jianguo are quite similar.

They will do things that seem silly and illogical to outsiders.

For example, Zhao Weihong's groundbreaking actions, which are often misunderstood by the public.

For example, Tao Jianguo's act of sacrificing his own family for the greater good at this moment.

Zhao Weihong was well aware that the work he was currently doing required him to remain skeptical and vigilant.

This is Gu Minzheng, and that honor room filled with portraits, which taught Zhao Weihong the lessons from the very beginning of the operation.

But Zhao Weihong had a strange and inexplicable trust in Tao Jianguo.

Perhaps it was because of Tao Jianguo's hesitant expression at the end of their first meeting.

It could also be because of something that even Zhao Weihong herself doesn't understand.

He was willing to trust this old man.

"Squeak."

The torrent of water came to an abrupt halt.

Zhao Weihong wiped her face with a tissue and had only taken a few steps out of the restroom when she saw Tao Jianguo sitting in the office area, still hunched over, hesitant to touch the food in front of him.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Weihong's heart tightened, and she quickly walked towards the office area.

"uncle."

Without any hesitation, he plopped down in the seat opposite Tao Jianguo.

Zhao Weihong chuckled, her usual stern and composed demeanor vanishing from the observation room.

"We meet again."

"Let's eat first! We can talk about anything else after we eat!"

"This is all... well... in your generation's terms, it's called government food!"

"You're guaranteed to have plenty to eat!"

(End of this chapter)