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Lin Tian raised an eyebrow: "Special Higher Police? The Japanese spy organization?"

Old Zhang nodded, his face ashen: "Yes. We joined during the War of Resistance Against Japan. After the Japanese surrendered, we went undercover. We've been undercover ever since."

"What about the mission?"

"Stay hidden and cause sabotage."

Old Zhang swallowed hard. "Bombing factories, assassinating cadres, spying... they do everything."

Lin Tian nodded and continued, "What's the story behind the treasure?"

Old Zhang took a deep breath and confessed like beans spilling from a bamboo tube: "We found out by accident."

Lou Bancheng claimed he could buy half of Beijing, but he didn't donate all his money; he hid most of it.

Our organization has been keeping an eye on him, hoping to find that treasure, but Lou Bancheng's family is being watched, so we dare not get close.

The only option is to target his former maids.

That maid had worked for the Lou family for twenty years and knew a lot. Through her, we bribed the Lou family's steward to take care of his family, and only then did he tell us the approximate location of the treasure.

It's in the Western Hills. But he didn't know exactly where. This map was drawn by him.

Lin Tian took the map and examined it from all angles.

It was indeed a hand-drawn map, marking the approximate area of ​​Xishan and drawing several possible treasure locations.

One of the points was near the place he had just come from, the exit of Lou Bancheng's secret passage.

Lin Tian understood.

He put the map away and continued asking:

"What other tasks do you have?"

Old Zhang shook his head: "Our mission was to find the treasure, nothing else... I really don't know."

Lin Tian stared into his eyes for a few seconds.

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It doesn't sound like he's lying.

Or perhaps the acting was too realistic.

He rephrased the question:

"How do you contact your superiors?"

Old Zhang was stunned for a moment, then a glint flashed in his eyes. Was this kid trying to follow the clues to find the source?

But in just a moment, the light disappeared.

I have no room for negotiation now.

"I know."

Lin Tian smiled:

"Very good. As long as you lure them out, you'll have done a great service. I can let you go; this is a lenient punishment."

He paused, then turned his gaze to Scarface and Skinny: "As for those two, they're useless and haven't done anything of merit, kill them."

Both the scarred man and the skinny man were stunned.

Immediately afterwards, the two began to struggle frantically.

"No! Don't kill me!"

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!"

My colleagues cannot die; it is more painful than killing them.

Tears streamed down the skinny man's face as he desperately twisted his body, trying to break free of the ropes.

Despite his broken leg, Scarface Old Knife ignored the pain and used his remaining leg to push off the ground, trying to pull himself back.

Who wants to die when they can live?

Although they were enemy agents and had done many bad things, they were still human beings.

They were also afraid of dying.

They also wanted to live.

and……

They're not Japanese devils, why should they be buried with them?

With only twenty yuan a month's budget, why risk your life?

Coming to this old forest in the Western Hills to complete a mission will ultimately lead to the treasure.

"Old Zhang, you can't do this."

The skinny guy shouted at Old Zhang, "We've been through thick and thin together, you can't just stand by and watch him die!"

Old Zhang kept his head down, not daring to look him in the eye.

They are all like clay bodhisattvas crossing a river, barely able to save themselves.

Besides, it's a good deal to sacrifice your fellow Daoists rather than myself. Your deaths in exchange for my life are a worthwhile trade.

Old Dao gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, staring intently at Lin Tian:

"Kid, do you mean what you say? You'll let us go as long as we lure out our superiors?"

Lin Tian nodded:

"I'm a man of my word."

Old Dao took a deep breath: "Okay. I'll tell you."

Old Zhang suddenly raised his head and looked at Old Dao in disbelief.

The skinny man was also stunned.

Old Dao didn't look at them, but stared at Lin Tian: "Our superiors send someone to meet us every month and give us funds along the way."

The location was an abandoned brick kiln outside the eastern district of Beijing. The next rendezvous was three days later at 8 PM.

"What's the secret code?"

"The red leaves of Xishan are beautiful"—"The heavier the frost, the deeper the color."

Lin Tian nodded and memorized this information.

After Old Dao finished speaking, he stared intently at Lin Tian: "Kid, we've said everything, can you let us go now?"

Lin Tian smiled.

The three of them felt a chill run down their spines.

"Can."

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

But the next second, Lin Tian moved.

He grabbed Scarface by the hair and lifted him off the ground.

Old Dao stared wide-eyed in horror: "You...you said you'd let me go..."

"I did say I would let you go."

Lin Tian interrupted him, his smile still bright, "But I didn't say whether to release him alive or dead."

Old Dao's pupils suddenly contracted.

You're lying to me?

"Click."

A crisp sound.

His neck was broken.

His body went limp and fell to the ground, his eyes still open, dying with his eyes wide open.

The skinny man let out a scream and desperately shrank back.

But he was tied up and couldn't escape.

Lin Tian walked up to him, squatted down, and looked at him.

"You...you said you wouldn't kill us..."

The skinny man's voice trembled, his face streaked with tears and snot, as he made his last struggle.

Lin Tian tilted his head: "What I said was, as long as we lure out our superiors, we'll let you go. Now, did you tell me about your superiors?"

The skinny man was stunned.

Yes.

It was Lao Dao who spoke.

It wasn't me.

"I...I know, and I can say it."

The skinny man shouted incoherently, "I'll tell you everything, I'll tell you whatever you ask me."

Lin Tian shook his head:

"Too late, be more careful in your next life."

The axe fell.

"Pfft!"

The skinny man's head rolled to the ground.

Old Zhang slumped to the ground, staring at the corpses of his two companions, trembling with fear.

"You...you..."

Lin Tian walked up to him, squatted down, and whispered, "Old Zhang, tell me, should I kill you, or should I let you go?"

Tears streamed down Old Zhang's face.

He has lived for decades, committed countless evil deeds, and killed many people.

But he had never been so terrified.

This fear is not about facing death, but about facing a completely incomprehensible being.

A child can kill without batting an eye.

He doesn't keep his word.

fickle...

This guy is not a normal person at all.

"Please..."

"Please, please let me go. I'll do whatever you say. I'll lure out your superiors... I..."

Lin Tian patted him on the shoulder:

"Don't worry, I said I'd let you go, and I definitely will."

Old Zhang was stunned.

Lin Tian stood up and slung the axe over his shoulder:

"However, you have to do something for me first."

"What is it?"

Old Zhang asked impatiently.

He'll do anything as long as it's not eating poop or teasing lizards.

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