Yan Qingyu is also old, although he is well maintained, his temples are white, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes also reveal his true age.

At this moment, Chen Zikun suddenly understood that Yan Qingyu was burned to death in the car was just a plan for the golden cicada to get out of his shell, and he changed his identity and rushed to a new combat post, that is, the bridgehead of imperialism, Hong Kong.

Yan Qingyu obviously also recognized Chen Zikun, and he said casually: "According to your ID card, you should be called Liu Fugui, but the rivers and lakes call you Uncle Kun, Tian Kun, an old man from the Qing Gang, so what should I call you?" ”

Chen Zikun didn't answer, he didn't know if there was any recording and detection equipment in this room, he just snorted coldly.

Yan Qingyu said: "It seems that you are not in a good mood, I apologize to you for them, how can a senior like you sit in the interrogation room, Ah Long, send Uncle Kun to my office." ”

Five minutes later, Chan sat in an office at the top of the police force, with a sign of the senior superintendent hanging at the door, Yan Qingyu asked two cups of coffee to come over, and took out a good Luzon cigar from the humidifying sandbox for Chan to smoke, and dropped the blinds.

"Actually, I should call you brother-in-law." Yan Qingyu said.

Chen Zikun still didn't speak, after all, 20 years have passed, and things on the intelligence front are changing rapidly, who knows who Yan Qingyu is now, whether he is a lackey of the British MI5, or a Kuomintang agent in Taiwan, or an old business, the underground party's special agent in Hong Kong.

Yan Qingyu smiled: "Don't worry, this is my office, there is no bugging, you can speak freely, I heard that you ran out some time ago, but the plane crashed and fell into the South China Sea, and I was sad for a long time, I didn't expect you to escape, by the way, what about the eldest sister?" ”

Chen Zikun said: "Your eldest sister is very safe, you arrested me, what are you going to do?" ”

Yan Qingyu said: "I didn't arrest you, it was Han Sen who arrested you, originally, the Political Department has been monitoring you, trying to find out your details, you also know that Hong Kong is the capital of spies, there are not 8,000 spies on the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, but also 10,000, the British and Yankees also attach great importance to intelligence collection in the Far East, the Political Department is not a police, it is a branch of the British MI5, we will not arrest people casually and break the rules of the espionage industry, but the conflict between Han Sen and you intensified, so I had to take action." ”

Chen Zikun said: "You don't have to check, I don't have any mission, I just can't live anymore, I just run away." ”

Yan Qingyu said: "I know, but the procedure must be taken, to be honest, you can't stay in Hong Kong to mix the underworld, your fame is too big, no one can cover it, by the way, the last three shots will be very strong with Fourteen K, you might as well give one step each, give me a face, and the leader of Fourteen K is also your old friend." ”

"Oh? Who is it. Chan is not surprised that there are too many old acquaintances in Hong Kong, and he can meet one every three or five times.

Yan Qingyu was about to speak, when suddenly the door of the office was pushed in, and two plainclothes police officers with big shoulders and round waists walked in, with badges on their chests, and they were about to pull Chen Zikun without saying a word.

"You can't arrest my guests." Yan Qingyu hurriedly stopped in English, but the other party didn't buy it and showed a document, and Yan Qingyu had no choice but to submit.

Chan understands that the other party must be an agent of MI5, and it seems that this time he will try the interrogation methods of the British.

He was taken by the agents to a strangely shaped interrogation room, the interior was polyhedral, the ceiling, walls, and floor were composed of irregular geometric shapes, making people lose their sense of balance, unable to distinguish directions, and surrounded by sponge cushions, which were soft and could not kill people, presumably to prevent suicide.

The interior is painted in all kinds of bright colors, yellow and red large blocks, which makes people feel irritated, a red light is on twenty-four hours a day, it is impossible to distinguish day from night, the sun cannot be seen, and the time cannot be calculated.

High-tech, Chen Zikun couldn't help but sigh, this is to destroy the psychological defense line of prisoners, but the British have taken a crooked path in torturing people, relying on high-tech means is not a big deal, if you want to torture people, it is still our party's most clever means, punish your heart, let your relatives and friends expose you, let your children and grandchildren draw a line with you, let the whole world spurn you, let you be discouraged, desperate, life is better than death.

Looking at these things made by the British, for Chen Zikun, a reactionary warlord who has experienced the 10,000-person criticism conference, it is pediatrics.

Anyway, with Yan Qingyu here, he is not worried, he should eat, drink, and sit on the ground to practice qigong when he is full.

……

Chen Zikun was arrested, and there was a commotion outside, and hundreds of people were dispatched by the Three Guns Club to surround the Mong Kok Police Station and demand that the police hand over people, which made the ghost superintendent have a headache, and Han Sen was even more headed.

In a building in Kowloon, Xiao Lang, who was in a suit and leather shoes, picked up the "South China Morning Post" on the Taipan desk and flipped through it casually, and suddenly a piece of news caught his attention.

"Following the fire between the Three Guns Club and the local gang, it is said that Uncle Kun, the leader of the Three Guns Club, was recently taken away by the Mong Kok Police Station for questioning, and has been detained for 36 hours, and hundreds of members of the Three Guns Club have been sitting in front of the police station......

Xiao Lang's heart moved, and he picked up the phone: "Susan, please Mr. Gong for a moment." ”

It didn't take much effort for Gong Zijun to arrive, and now he is a member of the board of directors of a listed company, and he is worth millions.

"Lao Gong, look at this news, is Chen Zikun in Hong Kong?" Xiao Lang pointed to the newspaper.

Gong Zijun read the newspaper and said, "It is very likely that the name of the Three Guns Club is not something that anyone can fight, but I didn't expect him to come out too." ”

Xiao Lang picked up the phone: "Susan, prepare the car." ”

Now Xiao Gong and the others are both well-known people in high society, and it is very simple to do something, and they found out the address of the Three Guns Club on the phone, drove there, handed over the business card directly, and the president personally came down to greet him, and he saw that it was really an old man.

When they met their old acquaintances in a foreign country, everyone was so excited that they shed tears, and after greetings, they began to discuss how to rescue Chen Zikun.

"Hong Kong is a legal society, and you can't be detained for 48 hours without evidence, so I will ask a special barrister to follow up on this matter." Xiao Lang said.

All the barristers in Hong Kong who are good at criminal cases were invited by Xiao Lang to form an unprecedentedly strong team of lawyers, and several high-class justices of the peace jointly named "Liu Fugui" as guarantors, including Sir Wai Chung-ying, the pressure on the police was unprecedentedly strong.

"Hit your lungs, where is this Uncle Kun sacred?" Han Sen was also dumbfounded, he didn't expect the other party to be so big, it was no longer something that Inspector Hua could suppress.

What surprised him was still to come, Fourteen K suddenly announced the cessation of the three-gun society, and the underworld dispute came to an end, which is said to be the meaning of the fourteen K dragon leader.

The police station, which could not withstand the pressure, could only tell the lawyers that "Liu Fugui" was taken away by the Political Department for questioning and had nothing to do with them, so the lawyers went to the police headquarters again to ask for someone, and this time they hit a nail.

Although Hong Kong is a society governed by the rule of law, in the final analysis, it is only a British colony, and it involves matters of national security.

In the blink of an eye, it had been a week since Chen Zikun had been detained by MI5, and the agents thought that his spirit had collapsed, and only then did he begin his formal arraignment.

Chan was taken to a normal interrogation room, with a wall full of mirrors, and as you can imagine, there were several pairs of eyes looking at him behind the mirrors.

A British man in his thirties interrogated Chan as he sat across the table and read from his script.

"Name?"

"Liu Fugui."

"Age?"

"Sixty-eight."

"Origin?"

"Yuen Long, Hong Kong."

"Okay, Mr. Chen, let's stop going around in circles, the real Liu Fugui died last year, you are impersonating someone else's identity, and you have committed more than these, some time ago, you killed fifteen Chinese men with others at the Haole Nightclub in Mong Kok, killing and injuring many people, and killed fifteen people with a gun on Jordan Road, killing and injuring many people, you are guilty of first-degree murder, illegal armed possession and other crimes, if we want, we can sentence you to hang, whether you are Chen Zikun or Liu Fugui, you will die under the gallows."

"What do you mean by scaring me?" Chen Zikun was dismissive, these tricks were not interesting, and he was very clear about the other party's intentions.

The ghost guy spoke good Cantonese, but his Mandarin was slightly poor, he flipped through the information in his hand and said: "According to our intelligence, you should be the former governor of Jiangdong Province of China, director of the Aviation Commission, member of the Central Committee of the Revolutionary Committee of the Chinese Kuomintang, Mr. Chen Zikun, you left China in July, and the plane you were on crashed in the South China Sea, but you did not die, but came to Hong Kong, congratulations, Mr. Chen, you succeeded." ”

Chan was noncommittal.

"We can pardon you, but in exchange, you have to tell us some things, such as the distribution of airfields in the Chinese Air Force, pilot training, and some questions at the political level, and I want you to answer them." ”

Chen Zikun said: "Okay, I am Chen Zikun, I retired in 60, I no longer have the latest military intelligence, even if I do, I will not tell you, I left the mainland for personal reasons, not treason, I hope you understand." ”

"Are you sure?" The ghost guy was surprised that someone who had lived in a special house for a week was so determined, and this was the first time in the history of MI5 that he had such a strong will.

What surprised him was still to come, Chen Zikun suddenly picked up the iron-legged chair under his butt and smashed it into the mirror on the wall, once, twice, the mirror cracked and shattered, revealing the camera and a few faces behind it.

"Is that you?" Chen Zikun stopped his hand and looked at the old man in front of him with a little surprise, acquaintances emerged in an endless stream, and this was no exception, the ghost high-ranking official in front of him in a straight suit was none other than the British consul in Jiangdong at that time. Walker.

"Chen Dashuai, we meet again." Mr. Walker waved the armed agents who arrived to step back, and greeted Chan kindly.