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late at night.

The military compound at No. 29 Luojiawan was as noisy as during the day, with spies coming and going in a hurry.

But when passing the entrance of an air-raid shelter, these people invariably slowed down to avoid misunderstanding the guards at the door.

This is where the Juntong Detention Center and interrogation room are located. Suspects whose cases are in the detection stage are all detained here. The security is extremely tight, and special passes are required for entry and exit.

Five meters below the ground.

In an interrogation room, Gu Qi covered his mouth and yawned, spread out the file in his hand, picked up a pen, looked at the target on the interrogation chair, and asked slowly.

"Your name, identity, and mission."

Handa, whose hands and feet were chained to the chair, heard this and remained motionless. He continued to lower his head, showing no intention of answering.

Opposite him, Zuo Zhong, who was hearing the trial, and Song Minghao, who was on the jury, drank strong tea one mouthful at a time, quietly recovering their exhausted physical strength and energy.

Several people were not worried about the outcome of the interrogation at all. The evidence at the arrest scene showed that the other party was a technical agent. This kind of person would not last long under the control of the military.

Not far away, an old man with gray hair and a rickety figure was standing next to the cart busy with something, and the sound of clanking metal was heard from time to time.

Whenever the sound came, Handa, who seemed calm, would tremble unconsciously. He knew what he was about to face.

Gu Qi smiled coldly, stood up and walked to Handa, bent down and stared closely into his eyes, pointed in the direction of the old man and whispered softly.

"This is a torture expert from our military command. His ancestors once worked in Jinyiwei and Niangan. How to make people talk is his family's skill.

Unfortunately, his wife, son, daughter, daughter-in-law, son-in-law, and grandchildren all died in Jinling, at the hands of the Japanese.

Now he only has one purpose in life, guess what, it doesn't matter if you don't say it, you will be begging me to explain it in a few hours, I can guarantee it. "

Handa swallowed, subconsciously turned his head and glanced, but he met the old man's cold eyes, and his breath was suddenly suffocated.

The old man walked up to him with an iron hood in his hand, nodded to Gucci first, and then gently put the hood on Handa's head.

Although he didn't know what the hood was for, Handa still twisted his head in fear and tried to break free. The handcuffs and shackles made a clanging sound.

Seeing this, several spies stepped forward and held him tightly, with perverted smiles on their faces.

"Cough cough."

After coughing twice, the old man took back his hand, looked at the hood he had put on, smiled with satisfaction, and began to mutter.

"Baby, be obedient and you'll be fine in a while."

His voice sounded faintly in the dark interrogation room, as if he was talking to himself or talking to the air, which was creepy.

After saying that, the old man stretched out his hand to turn the wheels on both sides of the hood. The backs of his dry hands were covered with veins, and it was obvious that he had exhausted all his strength.

As he moved, under the sound of creaking machinery, the sides of the hood slowly tightened, and the cold iron kept squeezing Handa's head.

"Vice-in-Chief, this is called wearing an official hat."

Song Minghao introduced the torture tools to Zuo Zhong in a low voice: "Legend has it that Jinyi Wei Zhao Prison's method was first to clamp two steel plates on the sides of the head and then tighten them. In the end, the victim's brains would burst and die. The situation was horrific.

However, this requires a lot of effort and time. In order to reduce the work intensity of the brothers, we found someone to make modifications, add gears and re-make the hood. It only takes ten minutes to achieve the same effect. "

Listening to Song Minghao's words, Zuo Zhong was amazed. He had not participated in front-line interrogation work for a long time, and he did not expect that the military command still had such a thing.

While sighing at the wisdom of his ancestors, he made a suggestion: "It's best to change it to an electric one, so that you can just press the switch, which saves time and effort.

You can also add an electric shock device, set the current intensity, and apply electric shock when squeezing, or install two steel needles at the eyes and pierce them little by little. "

Song Minghao suddenly became enlightened and beckoned for someone to write down the matter. He said to himself that the deputy seat is the deputy seat. His idea was really different.

As they were chatting here, Handa's head was clamped tightly, and it became tighter and tighter. Severe pain and fear came like a flood.

But the old man did not let him go easily. He turned the wheel by himself, and asked the little agent to help turn the wheel on the top of the hood, and the top and bottom of the hood began to close slowly.

Feeling the pressure from all directions, Handa was horrified. He wanted to speak but was unable to speak because his jaw was pressed. He could only blink hard at the old man and roared from the depths of his throat.

"Don't panic, don't panic, let's take our time."

The old man calmly "comforted" him, and his hands sped up. Apparently he didn't want to ask questions, but just wanted to kill him.

The strong desire to survive drove Handa to continue struggling, but unfortunately it was of no use. The interrogation chair fixed to the ground only shook slightly, shaking off a bit of dust.

As time passed, the hood shrank by nearly half from its original size, and Handa's head also became smaller, making it look quite compact.

His facial muscles were twisted into a ball, and even blinking became a luxury. His nostrils were flaring and his breathing was rapid, and black vision appeared in front of his eyes.

Seeing that the target was about to fall into coma, the old man kept his hands on and patiently explained: "Now your blood is concentrated in your head, just poke it with a needle, wow, the blood can fly several meters high.

Under my command, a total of 5 people have enjoyed this kind of treatment. The heights vary from high to low. The highest is 3 meters and the lowest is 1 meter. Sir, do you want to compare with them? "

Handa was on the verge of collapse at this moment. His pants became wet as soon as his bladder was loosened, and his urine flowed all over the chair, leaving a lingering stench. Again, death in an instant is not terrible, what is terrible is that life is worse than death.

When you experience death approaching step by step, it is difficult for even an agent to remain calm.

Moreover, Handa was responsible for deciphering the code base and was not a professional field worker. The little anti-torture training he received during the training only made him more frightened.

"Okay, let him talk."

Gucci, who returned to his seat and closed his eyes to rest, spoke. His slowly opened eyelids were covered with bloodshot eyes, and he looked extremely tired.

The old man who was executing the execution did not disobey the order out of hatred. He immediately stood aside and allowed the little agent to release the wheel in the opposite direction. His expression showed neither disappointment nor anger.

Regardless of whether these spies surrender or not, there is only one end, that is, they will die in pain after revealing all their secrets, and their bodies will be made into specimens and sent to Renxin Hospital.

Therefore, the opponent will fall into his hands sooner or later, and then he can play slowly. This is also the condition for the military commander to recruit him. The old man is not in a hurry at all.

After a while, the hood was loosened, and Handa, who had regained his freedom, no longer hesitated and told everything he knew in one breath.

"My name is Handa Kento, I belong to the Japanese Cabinet Intelligence Department, and my position is a telegraph operator. My partner is Yamaguchi Mami, she is a telecommunications expert at the Army General Staff Headquarters.

Our mission is to cooperate with the elite of the 18th independent mixed brigade to attack your safe points and find evidence of the existence and location of the secret printing factory.

I don't know where the people of the 40th Brigade are. I only know that there are about of them. The commander is a lieutenant commander. I am willing to cooperate with you. "

Handa made a move, but it seemed like he didn't. He only provided a name, which helped the military commander determine the identity and background of the enemy, but it had no effect on catching the remaining spies.

Zuo Zhong blew the tea leaves in his cup and wrote down the Cabinet Intelligence Department. The military commander didn't know much about this organization. He could ask Daxiong later.

After Gu Qi recorded the confession, his eyes glanced at Handa, who was shaking all over. He took out a wooden box, took something out of it, held it in his hand and said coldly.

"This is how beautiful Yamaguchi is, so beautiful, haha, she can't be more beautiful now.

Don't blame me for not reminding you. If you only know this information, you will be like her before long. Do you understand? "

Handa, who was still in shock, raised his head and looked at the thing in Gu Qi's hand. He shrank back in fright, his face turned pale, and he almost vomited due to nausea in his stomach.

Yamaguchi, who had previously committed suicide, was so beautiful. At this time, his head was lifted in the air. The bullet holes in his chin and top of his head, the blood in the corners of his eyes and mouth, and his round eyes formed a terrifying picture in the dim light.

"I, I really don't know where they are. They came once after the operation was over..."

Handa was confused and hurriedly told the process of his communication with the members of the 18th Brigade, for fear of moving his head.

According to what he said, he and Yamamoto Mami sneaked into the mountain city a month ago to familiarize themselves with the local situation. The people from the 18th Brigade only contacted them two days before the operation.

During the operation, except for the leader of the team, the lieutenant colonel, who chatted with him for a few words, no one else spoke or made any unnecessary movements. He really could not provide any other clues.

"Then do you know who the Mole is in the army?" Gu Qi adjusted his glasses and asked the question he was most concerned about.

Handa shook his head rapidly and admitted that he was just a technician, and the people of the 18th Brigade were responsible for the operations. Even if there was a mole, the other party would not tell him.

Gu Qi listened and took notes. After finishing the recording, he asked Handa to sign and deposit the confession. Finally, he handed the confession to Zuo Zhong and asked for instructions on what to do next.

Zuo Zhong was silent after reading the confession. He always felt that the enemy's behavior in this case was a bit strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

After hesitating for a while, he asked Gu Qi to fetch all the files and quickly read them once, twice, and three times. After reading them countless times, he suddenly made a discovery.

Putting his hand on his chin and rubbing it continuously, Zuo Zhong's eyes became brighter and brighter. He returned the document to Gucci and asked a question.

"Lao Gu, Lao Song, do you think there is anything missing from these confessions?"

What's missing?

Gu Qi listened to the deputy director's questions and thought quickly. Could it be that someone under his command missed an important clue?

impossible.

He knew that his subordinates were either old intelligence officers or outstanding students in the training class, and would not be able to make such a stupid mistake.

Song Minghao was also confused. He followed Zuo Zhong's example and turned over his confession. After reading the confession, he looked confused and confused. He hesitated and didn't know how to answer.

"Oh, you guys."

Zuo Zhong sighed, pointed at the two of them, and lectured them in a tone of hatred.

"How many times have I said that clues will not appear on their own. You must learn to use your brain, go to the conference room, and notify Wu Chunyang, Wu Jingzhong, and Gui Youguang to come back for the meeting.

There will be a task for you to complete later. You must keep it secret. Even people in the bureau cannot reveal it.

If anyone can find the remaining spies again, the reward will be doubled. I, Zuo Zhong, also owe him a personal favor. "

After he finished speaking, he stood up and walked out of the interrogation room. Gu Qi and Song Minghao were filled with questions. They were stunned for a long time before they realized what was going on, and they quickly chased after him.

The military commander is on the move, and so are the spies.

A mysterious phone call came to the Japanese hiding place. The scar-faced Lieutenant Colonel hung up the phone with a dark face, and immediately summoned his men to announce the evacuation of the mountain city tomorrow night.