1766 Didn’t Expect It

Help me move something, a very common dialogue between colleagues.

If it were before, the driver would immediately get out of the car to help.

Because he is not indispensable to his work!

He is not one of those scientists. A research and development project may not be able to move forward without those scientists.

He is not!

Without him, anyone else can still do his job.

So before, he would not hesitate to get off the car.

Today he hesitated a little because it was obviously not his job. It used to be because he was afraid of losing the job, but now he is not afraid.

But he still got out of the car, not for the sake of his colleagues, but for the sake of the money.

He needed help moving a small cardboard box into the Presidential Palace. The cardboard box was a little heavy.

After entering the presidential palace, a colleague behind him suddenly asked him a question.

"What do you think of our confidentiality measures?"

A very abrupt question.

The driver paused and was stunned for a moment, but then quickly started walking again, "It's not bad, it's quite strict. Sometimes some tourists want to come in, but they are stopped."

He was still smiling as he spoke, but he suddenly had the illusion that he wanted to poop. He had just pooped in the morning, but now he felt it again.

It's not that he really wants to poop, it's that he is too nervous!

He has a habitual behavior since he was a child. Whenever he is nervous, or scared, or has negative emotions, he wants to poop.

This has something to do with his childhood experience.

His father had a history of alcoholism and would beat him and his mother whenever they were drunk.

His mother later ran away, leaving him alone.

He was still very young and couldn't escape, so he was beaten badly every time.

Once the shit was beaten out of him, and his father, who had drunk too much, seemed to suddenly wake up and let him go after cursing "shit".

From then on, when his father came into his room with a stick, he would hold back for a moment and then say he was going to poop.

Sometimes his father doesn't believe it and has to watch him pull it out before he can believe it. He will find a way to hold it in during the day or squeeze it hard.

It wasn't until later, when his father drank too much and fell that everything returned to normal - he couldn't drink anymore!

But his childhood experience also formed the habit of pooping when he is nervous.

He wants to poop right now, very anxiously.

He didn't know what his colleague meant by asking this, or whether he had discovered something.

But the driver believed that he had not exposed any flaws and it was unlikely that he would find out what he had done.

He bit the bullet and continued to move forward.

What his colleague said next made him feel that he might indeed be overly concerned.

"I also think our management measures are good. Everyone has their own position, and every procedure has corresponding review measures."

The driver smiled and catered, "Yes, I sign more than a dozen every day!"

While they were talking, the two of them entered a room. It was an empty room with a table in the middle of the room.

The Presidential Palace is very big, and it is impossible for the driver to know what each room is for. He just feels strange why there is such a room, which looks like...

He felt that he was overthinking.

His colleague asked him to put the box on the table, which he did. After putting it down, he was about to leave, but his colleague smiled and asked him to sit down.

"I can go back to the car, my coffee is still hanging there...", he found an ideal and wanted to leave.

But his colleague emphasized his request, "Sit down for a while and we will leave together later."

The two looked at each other for a moment. He touched the back of the chair and sat down, not sitting firmly.

His colleague walked to the window, pushed it open, lit a cigarette, turned to look at him, and raised his chin.

"Open the box."

The driver already had a premonition, and he was silent for a while, "I don't understand..."

The colleague was still smiling and said, "You will understand when you open it."

The driver slowly opened the carton. He didn't know what was inside, but there must be something wrong.

Is it because of... his deal with those people?

Or is it because of something else?

He didn't know, he was very nervous and his stomach hurt a little.

The cardboard box was easily opened, and there were a lot of banknotes inside, all of which were old banknotes in denominations of twenty yuan.

His legs suddenly became extremely weak and he fell directly onto the chair!

"What are you afraid of?" asked my colleague, "This is all the money found from your home, and it is all your money. Why are you afraid?"

The driver's whole body was shaking!

The colleague chuckled a few times, "Actually, we should thank you. Before this, we have been thinking about how to send the information out."

"You know, information that is leaked too proactively will definitely make them more vigilant, but if it is not sent out, it will be too late."

"Thanks to you, we solved a big problem!"

The colleague said and laughed.

The military operations part of the Heavy Rain Plan has been arranged, and all that remains is how to get the Penteo people to cooperate.

The idea of ​​​​military intelligence is to find a way to leak the wrong rainstorm plan. Once the Penteo people discover this, they will tighten their defense lines, which will make it easier to carry out carpet bombing.

At the same time, it can also eliminate the largest number of their effective forces in the shortest time, laying a solid foundation for the attempted landing.

But if it is leaked out too deliberately, the people in Penjiao will definitely not believe it.

It won't work if it's too obvious, you can only let them find their own way to get it.

At this time, the safety committee's department responsible for housekeeping discovered something unusual about the driver.

Continuous counterintelligence operations during the war were normal, and the presidential palace was the top priority, and everyone was included in the monitoring list.

This kind of surveillance will not be the kind that makes people feel that they are being watched, and the federal judiciary does not support them in doing so.

But they do exist!

After discovering that something was not right about the driver, the Safety Committee created some convenient conditions.

Now, all the information they need to send out has left the Federation. Arresting them at this time will not only make people think that there is something wrong with the information, but will make the Pengeo people take it very seriously!

You see, not long after the information was obtained here, it was all over.

The driver is not a fisherman. He will be sentenced to death to deter those with ulterior motives who may betray the Federation at any time.

It is also a warning to people who are on the verge of danger, telling them how much they need to pay to do these things!

But the driver didn't know this. He thought that he was not discovered by anyone, but in fact, he was watched by others in every transaction.

The colleague lowered his head and glanced at his watch, "In total, all your good friends should be under control now."

"I don't want to ask you why you betrayed the Federation, it's obviously on the table!"

"I don't want to ask you if you regret it. I can see that you regret it."

"But regret is of no use. Everyone must bear the consequences of their past mistakes."

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and then two Security Committee agents walked in.

The Security Committee is mainly responsible for domestic security affairs, and internal affairs belong to their work.

The driver had lost the strength to fight at this time, and he collapsed directly on the ground.

At the same time, the smile on his face gradually faded, and he walked up to him and looked at him sideways, "If I were you, I would stand up and leave here, instead of being dragged out like a dead dog."

The driver seemed to have thought of something. He suddenly hugged his colleague's legs and cried bitterly, "Give me a chance!"

The colleague kicked his legs hard without getting rid of him, "I've given you the opportunity, but you don't cherish it!"

If he had reported to his superiors the first time he came into contact with those people, maybe not only would he be fine, but he might actually be able to make meritorious deeds!

He will become a potential rotten egg with cracks in the presidential palace, attracting those Pengeo flies to bite him in a steady stream!

It's a pity that he missed the last chance. It was all his own choice!

The security committee agent pulled out the iron rod and hit him hard on the arm. He had to let go due to the pain.

No one cares about how he feels now, no one cares about what a dying person thinks!

Compared to the driver's weakness, the people Pengeo captured were very tough.

Everyone has a room of their own and their own dedicated torturers.

In Room No. 1, the agent Pengeo lurked in had been tied to a cross and was covered in bruises, but he was in good spirits.

The Federation's medical technology is very advanced, and these torture masters know how to inflict maximum pain without harming their lives.

This can be the worst nightmare for a tortured person.

The torture had been going on for some time, and torturer No. 1 never said anything.

These deep-diving spies have received anti-torture training, and they have strong resistance to pain and mental torture.

The more indifferent and unmarked he was, the more excited the interrogation agents became.

This is also a kind of confrontation, a confrontation between countries, and a confrontation between people!

He used many methods, and even stuck a barbed wire through the vagina of No. 1.

When he pokes it in, he follows the thorn, so there won't be much pain. But when he starts to pull it out, the iron thorn will eat into the surrounding intestinal wall!

Even a movement of just one millimeter is a huge pain!

What's even more troublesome is that it won't cause death, it will only cause pain, endless pain!

After more than two hours of tossing, the No. 1 figure was also tortured so hard that he obviously suffered from weakness, fever and brief coma.

The person in charge of the execution also decided to take a rest. He looked at this man made of steel and admired him deeply.

But this does not prevent him from continuing to dismantle the opponent's psychological defense.

"do you know?"

He held the cup and took a sip of water, slightly out of breath.

"The information you sent is false..."