Courtyard houses: Those who are capable are rewarded, and many children bring many blessings.

After checking again to make sure Lin Yongmei couldn't escape, he turned around, went out the door, climbed over the wall, and went next door. Luckily, Qin Huairu had asked for sleeping pills last time, so he prepared a lot, otherwise he would have been in trouble again.

The layout of this courtyard is the same as this one, with three main rooms and two side rooms on the east and west sides.

They doubled the dosage of the drug, blew the sleeping potion into each of the east and west main rooms, and waited outside for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before using a dagger to pry open the doors.

He released the safety of the Mauser pistol, pushed open the door, and tiptoed to lift the curtain of the east-facing room.

After letting the room ventilate for a while, I went inside. This time, the dosage of the drug was large, so it was safer to let the room ventilate. Otherwise, if I accidentally drugged myself, that would be tragic.

A man and a woman shared a bed. They pulled back the covers, and lo and behold! Quite erotic. They lit a kerosene lamp, then, after confirming the man was Sun Yibo, blew it out and put it back.

He even kindly covered the woman with a blanket.

They carried Sun Yibo out through the main gate without even turning around, and then turned around and locked the gate shut.

He carried Sun Yibo into the house, threw him on the ground, tied him up with a rope, and then brought over a basin of cold water...

After a while, Sun Yibo woke up, but was still a little dazed. He shook his head vigorously.

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He glanced at Lin Yongmei, who was also bound hand and foot on the kang (a heated brick bed). His mind cleared considerably.

Niu Dazhuang had almost finished his cigarette, so he picked up a pillow and covered Sun Yibo's mouth, then used the cigarette butt to leave a mark on his chest.

The cigarette butt was extinguished, and Sun Yibo's pillow, which he had been covering, was put down.

Sun Yibo, panting heavily, pleaded, "Sir...sir, please have mercy! You tortured me without asking anything...if you ask, and I don't tell you, then you can continue!"

"Damn! Aren't spies supposed to be specially trained, the kind who would rather die than tell anyone?"

"Sir, that's just in the movies. I'll answer whatever you ask, just please spare my life."

"Damn it, where's your integrity? Where's your professional ethics? You're just admitting it like that? Talk to me yourself."

Sun Yibo had a basic understanding of Niu Dazhuang, and without mentioning his identity, he went straight to the point: "There are 48 small yellow croakers under the table in my room." He paused, glanced at Niu Dazhuang, and seeing that he remained unmoved...

He continued, "There are also thirty large yellow croakers buried under the jujube tree in the yard."

Seeing that Niu Dazhuang still didn't move, she said with a crying face, "There really isn't any left, that's all."

Niu Dazhuang didn't say anything, lit another cigarette, took a couple of puffs, and then reached for the pillow.

Sun Yibo quickly said, "No, sir, no, there's more, there's more... Waaah!"

Niu Dazhuang left him another mark.

"Next time, we'll just get it permed!"

"You're my dear uncle. If that's all, then there's the pistol and the radio. You'll have to ask her about the radio." He said, glancing at Lin Yongmei on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Niu Dazhuang remembered that Lin Yongmei's mouth was still blocked.

She reached out and pulled the pillowcase out: "Is he right?"

"Sun Yibo, you bastard, you've been lying to me all along. You always said that the higher-ups didn't give us much funding, but it turns out you've been hiding it all from us."

"Alright, I'm asking you a question."

"I really didn't know. I didn't even know about the gold bars he hid outside. But he went to Hong Kong Island the year before last, and he has an account there."

"Lin Yongmei, you filthy bitch, I have an account, but you don't? She has one in Hong Kong too, and I set it up for her myself."

Don't be fooled by her pitiful appearance. She's playing the virtuous and chaste woman in front of me, refusing to let me touch her. Back on Frog Island, she was the old flame of the green-haired turtle, and in the end, her lover found out by the green-haired turtle's husband..."

"Alright, I'm not listening to your nonsense, I just want money. Hong Kong doesn't count."

"The old man is really gone," Sun Yibo said pitifully.

Niu Dazhuang took off his shoes and, using his cloth shoes with thick soles, slapped Sun Yibo across the mouth. After a few blows, blood gushed from Sun Yibo's nose and mouth, and his face swelled up: "Damn it, you think you're a spy? I know even a cunning rabbit has three burrows! Let me think of something for you!"

Sun Yibo mumbled, "Grandpa, Grandpa, it's really gone. I thought about building another small detached house, but people these days are just too damn wary..."

"What about next door? Didn't they hide anything there?" Niu Dazhuang asked.

"No, I didn't even dare let Xiaofeng know about the gold bars. You can't trust anyone in our line of work."

Seeing that he could no longer suppress anything else, Niu Dazhuang helped Lin Yongmei, who was on the kang (a heated brick bed), lean her against the kang cabinet.

Niu Dazhuang said mischievously, "I don't want to hit women, especially women like you, but if you don't tell the truth, hehe..."

"Master!" Lin Yongmei tried her best to look pitiful, but she was still cold. It was only a short time after the New Year, and people were still wearing padded jackets when they went out. Lin Yongmei was already dressed lightly, and then Niu Dazhuang, who didn't know how to cherish women, splashed her with cold water. No wonder she was cold.

"He controls all our activity funds, and I only get a little pocket money. I was supposed to receive a small allowance, but this bastard only gives me my living expenses and not a single penny more."

"Lin Yongmei, doesn't your conscience hurt when you say that? All your funding and subsidies are stored in Hong Kong Island!"

"Alright, if you keep arguing, one black date each. No money, where's the gun?"

This time, Lin Yongmei was straightforward and confessed to three handguns and a special potion—the kind that disappears after you write on it.

Niu Dazhuang first collected the pistols and ammunition, so he no longer needed pistols: a Browning M1900 with two magazines, and two Mauser C96s with four magazines each. (The same model as the one Niu Dazhuang currently had.)

There was no need to worry about bullets. Browning had fewer bullets, but still more than a hundred. Mauser pistols had more, more than a thousand. Niu Dazhuang didn't count them all and put them all into his spatial storage.

Following Sun Yibo's instructions, he packed up all 48 small yellow croakers in the house and the large yellow croakers in the yard and put them into his space.

Hehe, what a lucrative opportunity! Back in the house, Niu Dazhuang was in a great mood, and the way he looked at Lin Yongmei was completely different.

"Hey, didn't you want him dead? Here's your chance!" he said, untying the ropes binding Lin Yongmei.

Holding a pistol, he sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), ready to watch a good show.

Lin Yongmei wished Sun Yibo were dead, but now that it was her turn to do it herself, she found it hard to bring herself to do it.

"Master, Master... I've confessed everything, please have mercy and spare my life!" Sun Yibo, tied to the ground, cried anxiously.

Niu Dazhuang pointed the gun in his hand at Lin Yongmei.

Lin Yongmei bit her lip, picked up the hemp rope beside her, wrapped her hands in a pillowcase, and jumped off the kang (heated brick bed).

"It's better for you to die than for both of us to die!"

After all, she was a trained agent; an ordinary woman wouldn't be so ruthless as to strangle Sun Yibo to death.

"Master, from now on I'm yours!" Lin Yongmei gasped for breath as she quickly put on her clothes, afraid that Niu Dazhuang would kill her again.

"You're quite sensible!"