bookrandom Chapter 609: Counter-terrorism? No question of right or wrong, only coordinates. Once confirmed, imm
Chapter 609: Counter-terrorism? No question of right or wrong, only coordinates. Once confirmed, imm
The cell door was suddenly opened, and a dazzling light shone in.
Two expressionless men in black dragged A Biao out like a chicken and threw him into a room with only an iron table and a glaring desk lamp.
Behind the light, a person whose face could not be seen sat, and only a cold voice could be heard:
"Name, place of origin, position in the gang, responsibilities. State each one clearly."
A Biao was already frightened out of his wits, and confessed everything like a bamboo tube pouring beans, just asking for less physical pain.
"...My name is Ah Biao, and I'm from Shanghai... I'm working as a shoe seller at Heshengyi. My main job is to run errands, collect money, and contact the various shopkeepers..."
"We are all members of the Tiandihui, and we all worship Guan Erye..."
"Don't talk nonsense. Have you committed any other crimes?" the cold voice demanded. "Tell the truth. You can't withstand our methods."
"Smuggling? Drug trafficking? Running a casino? Forcing women into prostitution? Say them all."
"Yes... a little bit... the gang does deal in some cigarettes and medicines... and also... also manages two semi-public gambling stalls..." A Biao was sweating profusely.
"Where are the weapons?" The voice suddenly became stern.
"Weapons?" Ah Biao was stunned and subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but suddenly remembered something and his voice changed. "Yes... yes, Long... Brother Long, our boss (gang leader), he... he seems to have made a fortune in the past two months."
"Speak clearly." The interrogator's voice was filled with interest.
“Yes… yes.” Ah Biao seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and hurriedly explained, “About two weeks ago, Brother Long took a few confidants out for a trip, and they became mysterious after they came back.
Later, when I brought him some wine and food, I vaguely overheard him drunkenly bragging to his confidants about how he'd... in the abandoned railway freight yard north of the city, he'd... seemed to have gotten lucky and unearthed a secret underground arsenal that the Japanese hadn't had time to dispose of during their retreat.
The interrogator behind the lights seemed to lean forward slightly. "Arsenal? What's in there?"
"Specifically... I really don't know!" Ah Biao said with tears in his eyes, "Brother Long kept this news secret and only let his absolutely trustworthy confidants handle it.
I've only heard them mention it occasionally, and it seems like... they have Type 38 rifles, Type 99 light machine guns, and... they also have grenades and explosives and stuff... and there seem to be quite a few of them."
"Where are these weapons? Where are they now?" The interrogator's voice became sharp.
"It seems... it seems most of it is still hidden." A Biao tried hard to recall, "Brother Long said that this is hard currency, more valuable than yellow croaker, and can't be sold easily. We have to wait for the limelight... Oh no, wait for a good price."
He suddenly remembered something and added hastily:
"Oh right, just... just a few days ago, before I was arrested. It seems a group of Malays contacted Brother Long through an intermediary and wanted to negotiate a big deal. They wanted to buy guns. And they wanted them urgently, in large quantities."
"Malay?" The interrogator's voice suddenly grew serious. "Which organization did they belong to? What did they want to do with the gun?"
"This... I really don't know what this kid is doing!" A Biao was so scared that he kowtowed repeatedly.
"Brother Long wouldn't tell a small-time character like me about something as important as that... I just happened to hear that the Malays were from... the 'Star and Moon Restoration Society'? Yes, that seems to be their name.
It was quite generous, but Brother Long seemed to be hesitant and didn't agree immediately..."
"The Star-Moon Restoration Society..." The interrogator behind the light repeated in a low voice and was silent for a moment.
In Southeast Asia, whether in the colonial era or after the founding of the Nanyang Republic, local Chinese gangs would resort to knife attacks to fight for territory. Although this was a serious crime, it was ultimately a social security issue.
But once arms are involved, especially large-scale arms trade, the nature changes completely.
And the buyer is the mysterious Malay organization Restoration Society?
This doesn't sound like your average gang vendetta or robbery.
Considering recent intelligence reports, some Malay extremists and the Xingyue sect's separatist forces have been active, attempting to resist the rule of the Nanyang United States...
This unexpected batch of arms left behind by the devils and the sudden demand for purchase from the "Star-Moon Restoration Society" instantly formed a dangerous and clear clue.
"Take him away and put him in solitary confinement. Provide him with good food and drink, but don't torture him." The interrogator waved his hand.
A Biao felt as if he had been pardoned. He almost collapsed to the ground and was dragged out by the strong man.
Inside the interrogation room, a CIA agent, hidden behind hidden lights, picked up the internal phone and spoke in a serious tone:
"Urgent call to Command Center, interrogation number 7-1-4 has achieved a major breakthrough.
It involves a major arms smuggling case, suspected to be related to the Japanese arsenal left behind and the Malay separatist organization "Xingyue Fuguohui".
Requesting the immediate arrest of Long Si, the leader of He Sheng Yi, at the highest level, and a search of all possible locations to ensure the recovery of this batch of arms."
An ordinary anti-gang operation unexpectedly caught a big fish related to national security.
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If Zhang Chi's characterization of the gangs fighting for territory and collecting protection fees as criminals disturbing social order is still correct, they can be sent to Sumatra for labor reform to see the results.
Then, his characterization of organizations like the Xingyue Restoration Society rose to the level of KB organizations that endanger the security of the United States of Southeast Asia.
This is no longer an ordinary criminal offense and must be dealt with severely.
In Zhang Chi's understanding from later generations, there is no reason to talk about this kind of cancer, and there is no need for tedious interrogations and lengthy legal procedures.
The only principle is - don't ask right or wrong, just the coordinates. Once confirmed, clear immediately.
The order signed by Zhang Chi was issued with the highest priority.
Major General Ling Jiancheng, Commander of the Nanyang National Military Police, personally deployed and commanded the operation.
The Central Intelligence Department put all its machines into operation, gathering and analyzing all intelligence sources including recent interrogations, informant reports, signal monitoring, aerial reconnaissance, etc., and eventually accurately marked several major strongholds, training camps and weapons caches of the "Xingyue Restoration Society" in the northern part of the Malay Peninsula on the battle map.
A purge operation codenamed "Plowing the Courtyard and Sweeping the Holes" was launched swiftly.
Several C-47 transport planes roared off from Yangon Airport, their cabins filled with the most elite anti-terrorist commandos of the National Military Police.
They were all dressed in the new jungle camouflage combat uniforms, steel helmets, heavy alloy steel bulletproof breastplates, and prototype tactical chest mounts.
The weapons in their hands were no longer the batons and pistols of ordinary military police, but the Nanyang-made imitation Thompson submachine guns, pump-action shotguns and bolt-action rifles equipped with optical sights.
Soon, the first target, a Malay village hidden on the edge of a remote jungle in Kedah, was completely surrounded by military police.
Intelligence shows that this is not only an important stronghold of the "Xingyue Restoration Society", but also a hiding place for a large number of weapons purchased from the black market, including the batch of Japanese munitions that flowed out of Long Si's hands.