Song Heping's hand stopped when it touched the inner lining at the back of the backpack.
That area is usually a combination of a support board and sponge, meant to enhance support and comfort during use.
But at this moment, his fingers encountered something hard hidden within the sponge.
Song Heping carefully inspected it and felt it again, confirming it wasn't a part of the backpack's support board. Upon further inspection, he discovered a data cable at the bottom of the backpack, running along the edge, seemingly leading somewhere.
He checked again but couldn't find where it led.
Song Heping simply pulled out a butterfly knife and sliced open the back panel position.
The sharp blade easily cut through the lining.
A black box appeared before Song Heping.
"Damn, what is this?"
Jiang Feng came over at that time, also looking perplexed at the small object.
Song Heping took out the black box, tugged the data cable attached to it, and continued to cut down along the cable, eventually pulling out a hidden black elliptical head.
This was definitely spy equipment.
Jiang Feng exclaimed, "What is this? A bug?"
Song Heping, holding the small elliptical head, inspected it carefully before saying, "It's not just for eavesdropping, look here, it seems like a pinhole camera, apparently with recording capabilities."
"This is fun! High tech!" Jiang Feng touched the small box, which was only the size of a matchbox but much thinner than one.
"Wonder what's inside?"
Song Heping held the black box and inspected it, finding it wouldn't be easy to open, likely requiring professional tools and expertise.
"If I'm not mistaken, there should be some storage device inside, and maybe there could be some findings."
Jiang Feng said, "Isn't this too easy? Why not just make those two guys confess?"
Song Heping put away the small box, planning to ask Collins to figure out how to open it and access its contents, as Collins has quite a bit of expertise with computers and precision instruments.
Just then, a scream suddenly came from not far away.
"Something happened?!"
Song Heping quickly picked up his gun and ran towards the noise.
The screams had come from where Klein was interrogating the two agents.
Upon arrival, Song Heping saw that Jordy was already lying on the ground, blood oozing from his mouth, his eyes starting to roll back.
Song Heping frowned: "Poison?!"
"Damn it!"
Jiang Feng said, "We clearly searched them earlier, no poisons on them, even took all their papers!"
"It's the ring."
Klein pointed to a silver ring on Jordy's finger and said, "There's a small device inside, you can open it with a finger, it hides a pin that when it pierces the skin, causes death, don't know what kind of special poison it is, so fierce!"
He picked up another one and handed it to Song Heping.
"Fortunately, this guy's hands were held down, otherwise he'd be dead too."
Song Heping took the ring and inspected it closely.
Indeed, the top of the ring had a turquoise-like gem protruding, but with a gentle twist and push, snap, the gem flipped over.
"Be careful!"
Klein nervously warned Song Heping.
"Deadly poison! Don't break the skin!"
Song Heping nodded, remaining silent, his gaze intently focused on the flipped gem.
Underneath the gem was a protruding sharp pin, looking extremely sharp.
Such an intricate design was made for suicide.
Song Heping was indeed impressed.
In the past, he had seen poisons hidden in buttons, in false teeth, but he never imagined rings could be made so intricately.
CIA, being an old intelligence agency, really does have significant technical expertise.
"I mean, if you were planning to commit suicide anyway, why the hell would you surrender…"
Song Heping looked disdainfully at the restrained Hawkins, "Why didn't you just do it sooner? Couldn't you have just shot yourself or let us kill you when you were caught?"
Hawkins, under control, was gasping for breath and remained silent.
Jiang Feng said, "Maybe he thought it wouldn't be so hard at first, but after seeing Klein's interrogation, he feared he couldn't bear it and decided suicide was easier."
Song Heping looked at that ring again, then threw it far away.
Looking at this damn thing makes my skin crawl.
Then he took out that small black box, squatted down, and said to Hawkins, "Does this eavesdropping and recording tool have a hard drive inside?"