Chapter 60: Pulling Down His Pants

Ding Han Zhen personally conducted a careful search of the enemy spy, but strangely, after searching him from head to toe, he found neither the documents nor the slag.

Captain Lei, there's none.

Lei Zhan Ge also frowned, wondering if after all this busyness he wasn't an enemy spy.

Moreover, he hadn't said a word from start to finish, making it impossible to confirm his identity.

Lei Zhan Ge unconsciously turned his gaze toward Lu Cheng.

Lu Cheng was seriously injured; while everyone else could only stand, only he could sit like Lei Zhan Ge.

"Pull down his pants."

The enemy spy, who had been able to stay calm, changed expression upon hearing Lu Cheng's words.

Other train police, unaware of the situation, asked in confusion: "Why are you pulling down someone's pants? Is he really an enemy spy? Did we arrest the wrong person?"

"Could it be that you're eager for merit and just slapping a charge on him?"

Several members of the Xizhimen Traffic Police Unit were unhappy: "What are you talking about? Even if we wanted to earn merit, we wouldn't randomly convict someone."

"That's hard to say—we put in so much effort earlier and still didn't find an enemy spy, so how did he just..."

"Enough!" Lei Zhan Ge stood up and glanced around.

"Catching criminals also requires brains; it's not like casting a net and waiting to catch fish! Moreover, this person was caught by me and Xiao Lu together; if anyone doubts, doubt me first."

"Doubting Lei Zhan Ge? They wouldn't dare even if you gave them ten guts."

Seeing everyone fall silent, Lei Zhan Ge directly ordered: "I trust Xiao Lu's judgment—pull down his pants!"

Even Lei Zhan Ge said that, as several train police approached, the enemy spy backed away in fright, making things even more suspicious.

When several people held him down and pulled off the enemy spy's pants, the result disappointed everyone.

"Captain Lei, still nothing!"

"I think we really made a mistake."

Lu Cheng didn't give up; recalling the scene where the enemy spy pulled out a handgun, his gaze involuntarily went to the opponent's crotch.

"I didn't see anything bulging in the crotch—keep pulling!"

Upon hearing that, everyone looked at the enemy spy's sole remaining underwear; it was indeed suspicious—unless he had grown some sort of device, it couldn't be that bulky.

Now the enemy spy really panicked, his legs kicking while being held: "Damn it, you idiot, I'm a Xiao Ri Zi person—you're violating my human rights, aren't you afraid of international repercussions? Aren't you afraid of starting a war?"

The train police who were pulling down pants hesitated upon hearing that, as international repercussions are no joke, especially since many industrial technologies now need to be imported from Xiao Ri Zi.

Only Lei Zhan Ge narrowed his Eagle Eye, revealing a fierce gaze.

"War? I've dreamed of striking your homeland!"

"If there really is a war, I, Lei Zhan Ge, will be the first to shoulder explosives and charge forward—pull him down!"

"If anything happens, I, Lei Zhan Ge, will take responsibility!"

Lei Zhan Ge's eyes were red, almost shouting.

Everyone knows why Lei Zhan Ge is so agitated; for those of the older generation, mentioning war brings no fear, only excitement and fervor.

Lei Zhan Ge's words also indirectly encouraged a few; when they looked at the enemy spy again, their eyes held only fiery hatred.

Ignoring the enemy spy's desperate struggle, they forcibly pulled off his last piece of covering.

In an instant, everyone craned their necks to look.

"Hiss?"

"Oh?"

"Hey, don't cross your legs—let us look."

"Exactly, we're all guys—what are you afraid of?"

"Hiss, this, oh!"

Being surrounded by over twenty people pulling down his pants, the enemy spy almost cried: "You're going too far! A scholar can be killed but not humiliated—if you're going to kill or cut me, just give me a quick death."

"Nobody wants to kill you; we just want to look."

"Exactly, just take a peek."

Hearing the team members' discussion, even Lu Cheng couldn't help but get curious, jumping up to push through the crowd and look.

Upon seeing what was in the enemy spy's crotch, he finally understood why everyone had that expression.

"How can it be so small? Like a toothpick."

Lu Cheng patted the tall team member's shoulder again: "Hey, let him pick your teeth for you."

"Get lost, what thing is for picking teeth?"

The crowd burst into laughter, making the enemy spy so ashamed he wished he could find a crack in the ground to disappear into.

Watching the crowd's uproar, completely forgetting the mission, Ding Han Zhen shook his head: "Alright, alright, bring over the documents and that piece of slag."

Everyone quickly stepped back one pace; Lu Cheng's leg was inconvenient, so he retreated slowly, leaving him alone closest to the enemy spy.

"No, why are you retreating? Let them bring it out."

After pulling down the underwear, the documents and a fist-sized piece of slag were found hidden in the underwear pocket.

Having been kept in the crotch for so long, it must be sweaty and unpleasant—no one wants to reach in to get it.

"You take it; you're the closest."

Lu Cheng helplessly had to get it himself: "Sigh, if only you'd seize the chance for merit I gave you..."

"Hey, Captain Lei, this is the document we found—you smell… no, take a look."

Lei Zhan Ge shifted his body: "You, you put it on the table, no need to shove it under my nose."

"Yes!"

Lei Zhan Ge first took the slag, holding it in his hand and examining it from side to side; the surface was uneven, pitted, the only difference being some spots that glimmered.

But frankly, this is just a piece of waste slag left over from smelted steel, utterly useless, yet the delegation went to great lengths to obtain it.

The answer is right in this document.

Lei Zhan Ge was about to open the document when a circle of dark heads suddenly peered over.

Everyone was naturally curious; the top leader of the Three Ministries personally issued an order to capture that enemy spy, and who wouldn't want to see what was written inside.

But precisely because it was so important and highly classified, someone of Lei Zhan Ge's rank could, of course, view it.

Nevertheless, he restrained his strong curiosity and did not open it in front of everyone.

"This mission has been hard on everyone; each person contributed, and later I will request credit from the General Bureau on behalf of everyone."

As for the document's contents, they must be submitted to the Department Committee for a decision before we can determine whether to make them public, and I hope everyone can understand.

A hint of disappointment showed on everyone's faces, but since it concerns secrecy, they must accept it even if they don't understand.

At that moment, a commotion came from the doorway of the Dining Car.

The Train Police stationed at the door intervened: "Comrade, you may not enter; we are holding a meeting."

"A meeting? Is it the drill meeting? Where are your leaders? I need to find your leaders!"

"It was supposed to be a drill, so how can it become real? Look at the damage—my front teeth were knocked out. I need to see your leaders."

A middle‑aged man barged in. Lu Cheng, after seeing it, glanced at Lei Zhan Ge, who could serve as a backing rock, and actually was the first to hide in the lounge.

He immediately stopped pretending about the wound on his foot and also tried to hide stealthily.

But the sharp‑eyed middle‑aged man spotted him at a glance.

"It's him—he said it was a drill, made me play the Human Trafficker, and I almost got beaten to death because of it."