Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

"Enemy agents? The scapegoat has arrived."

Lin Tian grinned, thinking about what Team Leader Chen had done in the detention center, how he had killed so many people, and how big the incident had become.

I must help people bring this matter to a perfect end.

In this era, "enemy agent" is not a good term.

They were spies lurking in Beijing, specializing in sabotage, intelligence gathering, and even assassination of officials.

These people deserve to die even more than the likes of Yi Zhonghai.

"Bribing the Lou family steward...to find the treasure..."

Lin Tian muttered to himself, a slow smile creeping onto his lips.

interesting.

Originally, I only wanted to kill all those who had harmed me, but I didn't expect to catch a few big fish along the way.

He followed the three people silently.

In the woods, three enemy agents were still walking and talking.

"Old Zhang, how much money do you think is in this treasure?" the skinny man asked.

Old Zhang thought for a moment:

"The Lou family steward said there were dozens of boxes of silver dollars alone. There were also gold bars, jewelry, calligraphy and paintings... there were just too many to count."

"Dozens of boxes of silver dollars..."

The skinny man swallowed hard. "How much would that cost?"

Scarface sneered:

"How much money? Enough for you to marry a hundred wives."

The skinny guy chuckled, a smile that was undeniably lewd.

"A hundred? I only need ten. The rest I can use to buy land, build houses, and become local tyrants."

"Look at your pathetic self."

Old Zhang curled his lip in disdain. "With money, why would we need to be spies? We can just run away, go to Southeast Asia, Hong Kong, America—where can't we live a carefree life?"

Scarface nodded:

"Old Zhang is right. Once we find the treasure, we'll run. Who cares about the organization?"

The skinny man paused for a moment:

"But... won't the organization let us off the hook?"

Old Zhang patted the gun at his waist:

"With this thing, what's there to be afraid of? Besides, with money, we can hire people, we can bribe people, we can..."

He stopped abruptly before he could finish speaking.

The three of them stopped at the same time and looked around warily.

"What's wrong?" the skinny man asked in a low voice.

Old Zhang frowned:

"Don't you guys feel... someone watching us?"

Scarface's hand had already reached for the gun at his waist: "I feel the same way. My back has been getting cold since just now."

The three stood back to back, nervously looking around.

The woods were quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind.

"Nobody's here," the skinny guy said.

Old Zhang was silent for a few seconds, then waved his hand: "It might be my imagination. Let's go, keep looking."

The three turned around and continued walking forward.

But they didn't notice that less than ten meters behind them, in the shadow of a large tree.

Lin Tian's lips curled into a smile, feeling that it was about time. "Let's fight the Japanese."

He emerged from the shadows, appearing like a ghost behind Scarface.

Scarface was turning his head to look to the left when he suddenly felt a tightness around his neck.

A small hand reached out from behind and gripped his throat tightly.

"Hmm!"

Before he could even cry out, he was dragged into the bushes by a tremendous force.

Old Zhang and the skinny man heard rustling sounds behind them and turned around at the same time.

"Old Dao?"

The skinny man shouted.

No one answered.

The two exchanged a glance, and their expressions changed.

Old Zhang reached for the gun at his waist and just pulled it out of its holster.

A small figure darted out of the bushes at an astonishing speed.

"Bang!"

It wasn't the sound of gunfire, it was the sound of an impact.

Old Zhang felt a numbness in his wrist, and the gun in his hand flew out.

Immediately afterwards, a foot kicked him in the back of the knee, and he fell forward, face down on the ground, getting a mouthful of mud.

Before the skinny guy could react, he was kicked to the ground, hit hard on the back of the head, and almost fainted.

When the two came to their senses, they were already tied up like dumplings and sitting back to back on the ground.

The man who attacked them was standing in front of them, holding the three guns he had taken from them.

"You...you are..."

Old Zhang stared at the eight-year-old child in front of him, his eyes wide like saucers.

I've lived for decades and never seen anything like it.

A child, single-handedly, took down three strong adult men?

"Kid, do you know who we are?"

Old Zhang, trying to remain calm, said with a fierce but weak voice, "Release us immediately, or else..."

"Otherwise what?"

Lin Tian tilted his head, his smile widening. "Or you can shoot me?"

He tossed the three guns in his hand, then casually threw them on the ground.

"The gun is right here, can you get your hands on it?"

Old Zhang's face turned a deep liver color.

The skinny man regained his senses and began to struggle: "Let me go! Do you know who we are? We are...!"

"Skinny guy!" Old Zhang suddenly interrupted him.

The skinny man realized he had almost let something slip and quickly shut his mouth.

Lin Tian looked at them and smiled.

"Who are you? Enemy agents? Or undercover spies?"

The expressions on the faces of the three people changed simultaneously.

Old Zhang's pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently at Lin Tian, ​​as if trying to see right through the child.

The skinny man shuddered and instinctively shrank back.

Although Scarface was bound and unable to move, the scars on his face looked even more ferocious due to the tightness.

"How...how did you know?"

Old Zhang's voice was hoarse, filled with obvious fear.

Lin Tian did not answer.

He simply squatted down, picked up a stone from the ground, and weighed it in his hand.

"I don't like nonsense."

"I'll ask, you answer. Whoever answers quickly will live. Those who answer slowly, or lie..."

Lin Tian casually tossed the stone aside, and it hit a tree, leaving a deep dent in the trunk.

"Just like this tree."

All three of them began to breathe heavily.

Old Zhang stared at Lin Tian, ​​his mind racing.

He was trying to figure out what kind of person the child was.

Are they plainclothes police officers?

No, the police wouldn't send a child.

Are they from the underworld?

It doesn't seem like it either.

Could it be...?

dwarf?

Stop guessing.

Lin Tian interrupted his thoughts, "First question, who are you people?"

The three remained silent.

Are you stupid?

Didn't we just guess that we were enemy agents?

If you already know, why are you still asking? Were you doing it on purpose, or was it accidental?

Lin Tian waited for three seconds, and when no one answered, he walked up to the scarred man.

Scarface looked up at him, his eyes filled with wariness and fear.

"You tell us," Lin Tian said.

Scarface gritted his teeth and turned his head away.

Lin Tian's mouth twisted into a crooked shape.

Then, he lifted his foot and stepped on Scarface's calf.

"Snap!"

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Scarface's screams echoed through the mountains as he struggled violently, but he was bound tightly and could only roll around on the ground.

The lower leg was twisted at an eerie angle, revealing white bone fragments piercing through the skin.

Old Zhang and the skinny man turned ashen-faced at the sight.

Lin Tian withdrew his foot and looked down at the scarred man: "Next question, who are you people?"

Scarface was sweating profusely from the pain, his teeth grinding together in silence. Was this the second question?

That's the first problem.

Lin Tian nodded and turned to Old Zhang:

"You tell me."

Old Zhang's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and he looked at Scarface's deformed calf.

She looked at Lin Tian's emotionless eyes, then at her own hands, which were tightly bound.

Speaking out means certain death, while remaining silent would be worse than death.

He didn't want to suffer before he died.

"I...I'll say..."

"We are... unofficial staff of the Special Higher Police."