The expeditionary force began to dominate Southeast Asia by recruiting defeated soldiers

Chapter 618: Clearing Out Traitors and Capturing Japanese Undercovers

From that day on, Shuisheng engraved the name Zhang Chi deeply in his heart.

In his simple and passionate emotions, Zhang Chi is not only the commander-in-chief of Nanyang, but also the father who gave him a second life and allowed him to live like a human being.

So, when the school teacher quietly found him two days ago and asked him if he would be willing to do the police a favor and go to the shantytown in the north of the city to find a bad guy who was very good at hiding, Shuisheng nodded vigorously without any hesitation.

After the meeting, the police carefully explained the precautions.

The target was Liu San, nicknamed "Liu Quezi". He was originally a coolie at the dock. When the Japanese came, he was the first to surrender. Because he was ruthless and familiar with the local situation, he soon became one of the Japanese's minions and leaders. He led the Japanese to hunt down and kill countless Chinese compatriots.

There is solid evidence that there are at least a dozen people who died at his hands.

After the liberation of Yangon, this man disappeared.

The police judged that he was most likely hanging out in the shantytowns in the north of the city where all kinds of people mixed together.

Shuisheng was chosen to assist in identification because he was young and a stranger and was less likely to arouse suspicion.

"Shuisheng, remember, your task is just to look and confirm whether it is him. Do not take any other actions. Once you find the target, come back and report immediately. Do you understand?" The police repeatedly reminded him.

"I understand!" Shuisheng nodded vigorously, clenching his little fists tightly.

At this moment, Shuisheng was moving through the narrow and muddy alleys of the shantytown.

He pretended to be a student going home from school, but his eyes quickly swept over every roadside stall, every idle man squatting in the doorway to bask in the sun, and every pedestrian who hurried by.

Most of the people here look tired, exhausted from working so hard to make a living, but there are also many guys with wandering eyes and suspicious behavior.

Suddenly, Shuisheng stopped.

In front of a stall selling low-quality rice wine, a man was hunched over and took out a wrinkled banknote to buy wine.

The man was wearing a short coat that was so dirty that the color could not be seen clearly. His hair was messy, as if it had not been taken care of for a long time. His face was also covered with dirt, and he deliberately grew a messy beard.

He looked no different from the impoverished laborers around him.

But just as he turned sideways and took the bottle, Shuisheng saw the deep scar on his left eyebrow and the slight limp on his right leg when he walked!

Liu the Cripple!

it's him!

Even if he was burned to ashes, Shuisheng would recognize him!

It was this man who, when the Japanese invaders rushed into the street where his home lived, was the first one to knock his mother down with a wooden stick.

It was he who pointed to the place where his father hid the food, with a flattering and cruel smile on his face.

A surge of hot blood suddenly rushed to Shuisheng's head, and anger and hatred instantly overwhelmed him.

He almost lost control and rushed forward to bite the beast to death.

But he remembered the police's instructions, bit his lips hard, and forced himself to calm down.

He took a deep look at the back of the person limping towards the shack carrying a bottle of wine, memorized the location, then turned around suddenly and rushed out of the shantytown like a nimble wild cat.

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"Did you see it clearly? Are you sure it was him?" The sheriff in charge of the operation stared at Shuisheng closely.

"I'm sure it's him. Liu Guizi! The scar on his eyebrow and the way he walks, I will definitely not make a mistake." Shuisheng's face turned red due to excitement and running, and his tone was extremely certain.

"Good boy, you've done a great job." The captain patted Shuisheng's shoulder vigorously and immediately turned around and ordered, "Move, arrest him."

A few minutes later, Liu San's low and dark shack was suddenly knocked open.

Liu San, who was drinking with pickles, was frightened. Just as he was about to pick up the hatchet next to him, he was pounced on by several ferocious policemen and handcuffed.

"What are you doing? Why are you arresting me? I'm just a poor laborer..." Liu San struggled and shouted, trying to get away with it.

But when Shuisheng's eyes, burning with hatred, stared at him, and when he heard the police sneer and call out the nickname "Liu Cripple", he felt as if his bones were pulled out, and he collapsed instantly, his face as pale as death.

In the interrogation room of the Central Intelligence Agency, Liu San's psychological defenses completely collapsed without any effort.

He collapsed in his chair, his face covered in snot and tears, and he was shaking from crying.

"I regret it... I really regret it... wuwuwu..."

"I'm not a human... I'm possessed by a demon... I was just afraid of death, but I also wanted to curry favor with the Empress Dowager... Oh no, it was the devil! I wanted to get some benefits..."

"I didn't expect... I really didn't expect the Japs to be so vulnerable, defeated so easily... I also didn't expect that Commander Zhang Chi... he... he could actually attack us..."

"If I had known... if I had known this would happen, I would never have done such a wicked thing... wuwu... I have a mother to support at home..."

His crying was not so much a confession as a complaint about the fickleness of fate and his deep regret for having made the wrong bet.

The interrogator looked at him with disgust and interrupted him coldly: "Stop talking about this useless stuff. If you want to survive, come up with something valuable to redeem yourself."

"Yes! Yes!" Liu San shouted hurriedly, as if he had grasped the last straw. "I know, I know there are still a few devils who have not left. They are hiding in the city."

The atmosphere inside and outside the interrogation room suddenly became tense.

"say clearly."

"It was...it was arranged before the Japanese surrendered." Liu San panted and spoke quickly, "They...they got the identification documents of several dead Chinese people, pretended to be their relatives, and lived...in Ping'anli, west of the city.

I usually stay at home, but I’ve delivered food to them before, so I know the place.”

He gave the specific address and the Chinese names that the devils used in disguise.

The news was reported immediately.

After verifying the intelligence, it was basically confirmed that Liu San did not lie.

An emergency capture operation was quickly deployed.

Ping'anli in the west of the city is cleaner than the shantytowns and is mostly made up of old townhouses.

The target is in one of the two-story buildings.

In order to avoid alerting the enemy and possible armed resistance, the person in charge of the operation decided to use strategy.

"We need someone to confirm whether the targets are inside the house." The sheriff hesitated and looked at Shuisheng, "Shuisheng, you..."

"I'll go." Shuisheng immediately stood up, his eyes determined. "I'll dress up as a newspaper delivery man or a cigarette seller. They won't suspect a child."

The captain looked at Shuisheng's childish yet extremely serious face and nodded seriously: "Okay, be careful, knock on the door, say a few words casually, see how many people are inside, and then leave immediately."

Soon, Shuisheng changed into a more worn-out set of clothes, slung over his shoulder a canvas bag filled with old newspapers, and smeared some dust on his face, looking like a little newspaper boy struggling to make a living.

He took a deep breath, walked to the door of the small building and knocked.

"Who is it?" A question came from inside in Chinese with a slightly stiff accent, but it was very normal in Southeast Asia.

"Sir, would you like today's Sin Chew Daily? And the newly arrived Nanyang Pictorial..." Shuisheng imitated the newsboy's shouting, his heart pounding.

The door opened a crack, and a middle-aged man with an ordinary face but alert eyes poked his head out.

The moment the door opened, Shuisheng's sharp eyes quickly swept across the crack of the door.

There were at least two men sitting in the living room, talking in low voices. On the chair next to them, there was a piece of clothing draped over it. Judging from the outline, there was probably a hard object hidden underneath.

"No, no, go away." The man waved his hand impatiently to close the door.

"Sir, it's very cheap, take a look..." Shuisheng pretended to sell, and took the opportunity to take another look, confirming the number of people, and then immediately nodded and said, "Excuse me, sir."

He turned and walked away quickly. When he reached the corner of the street, he nodded vigorously to the action team members hiding in the shop opposite and made a "three" gesture.

Seeing this, the action team leader waved his hand suddenly.

In an instant, several black cars roared to the front of the building, the car doors opened, and dozens of armed police officers and CIA agents swarmed out and rushed into the small building like tigers descending from the mountains.

"Don't move. Nanyang Central Intelligence Department."

"Put your hands up."

There were brief screams, shouts, and sounds of struggle and fighting from inside the building, which then quickly subsided.

Three Japanese lurking spies who tried to resist were completely subdued, handcuffed and put into a car.

Pistols, explosives, radios and a large number of code books were found in their house.

A potential destructive crisis was nipped in the bud.

Shuisheng stood at the corner of the street, watching the three dejected Japanese soldiers being taken away, and watching the surrounding residents looking at him in fear and curiosity, he clenched his fists tightly.

The sunlight shone on his face, warm and bright.

He thought that he had done a little bit for the President and for the country that gave him a new life.

Although it was insignificant, his heart was filled with indescribable satisfaction and pride.