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Chapter 1257 Reap the consequences

The weather in the mountain city was still cold in April and May, and the temperature in the Military Control Commission's interrogation room underground was naturally not pleasant. The scars all over his body and the low temperature caused Miyagi Toyotsugu to lose consciousness several times, but he soon woke up under the stimulation of the branding iron.

When the wet quilt covered his body, Miyagi Toyotsugu's face quickly turned pale, his body trembled uncontrollably, and his teeth chattered against each other.

Gu Qi returned to the interrogation seat and passed a cigarette to Zuo Zhong. "Second Commander, wait a little longer. This guy is very stubborn. I think it will take another two or three days."

Zuo Chong nodded in agreement. The suspect this time was indeed very tough and it would not be easy to get a confession, but he wanted to try a new method. To be precise, it was not a new method, as the Japanese had done this in Northeast China a long time ago.

A few years ago, the Military Intelligence Bureau and the Central Bureau of Investigation launched a surprise attack on the Beiyin River base in the suburbs of Harbin. In that raid, they successfully destroyed the Japanese biological and chemical weapons base, but the good times did not last long. The Kwantung Army soon relocated and built a new base with tighter defenses.

In order to prevent sabotage by the Kuomintang and the underground party, the Japanese set up a base in the urban area of ​​Harbin, attempting to use the lives of hundreds of thousands of people in the Republic of China as a shield to continue their inhumane research on biological weapons.

Regarding this new base, Ryosuke Hase, Fuichiro Hayashi, Fu Ling in Tokyo, and Xiao Qingmin who was lurking in the Goryeo Restoration Organization had all sent relevant information.

Intelligence shows that the new base is very large. Perhaps in retaliation for the Kuomintang’s last action, the experiments conducted by the Japanese inside are becoming increasingly cruel.

Not to mention the "routine" experiments such as live dissection, poison gas, and bacterial weapons. Based on the possible combat needs in the high-altitude cold regions in the future, the ambitious devils exposed the prisoners in the base to extremely cold environments to conduct frostbite experiments and study the human body's response to extreme temperatures.

It is said that the Japanese researchers who participated in the experiment were very satisfied with the results and said that the pain caused by this experiment was incomparable to any torture.

Zuo Chong had seen specific experimental data in his previous life, which could no longer be described as cruel (if you are interested, please read "Black Sun").

Don’t the Japanese like to conduct experiments? Then he will let the Japanese intelligence personnel know what it means to reap what you sow.

Zuo Zhong put out his half-smoked cigarette, glanced at the suspect, and said coldly to the young agent: "Notify Doctor Ling and ask him to bring liquid nitrogen over. Let's help this gentleman cool down today."

The mountain city is not as cold as the Northeast, and the natural temperature cannot meet the standards of the freezing experiment, but the Military Control Commission can achieve the same effect with the help of science.

Liquid nitrogen is not a very advanced technology. It could be produced on a large scale in the early 20th century, and Renxin Hospital had quite a bit of stock.

After arranging a surprise for the Japanese spy, Zuo Zhong and Gu Qi whispered about the interrogation plan. It didn't matter whether they could get a confession or not, as they still had a survivor. The important thing was to vent their anger.

When Ling Sanping received a call from the headquarters, he immediately set off excitedly with liquid nitrogen and his assistant without wasting even a minute.

In the interrogation room, with the Japanese spy and liquid nitrogen, one could tell what Zuo Zhongyao was doing just by thinking with his heels. Not only him, but also his assistants were extremely excited.

What the Japanese did in Northeast China is no secret. Any Republic of China citizen with a little conscience would be angry about it. Now that the Military Control Commission has retaliated, how can they not be excited?

An hour later, Ling Sanping appeared in the interrogation room with the wind under his feet. Looking at the dying Japanese spy on the interrogation chair, he frowned and muttered.

"Such a serious injury, and a lot of medicine will be wasted. Lao Gu, can you be a little more careful in the future?"

These words seemed to be talking about Gucci, but actually they were talking about Zuo Zhong. However, Zuo Zhong was a very smart person, so why would he care about such trivial complaints? He picked up the teacup, drank a sip of tea calmly, and pretended not to hear it.

Gu Qi did not dare to offend the "Hua Tuo" of the Military Control Commission, so he quickly stood up and repeated the interrogation plan that Zuo Zhong had just arranged. He kept smiling during the whole process because he had to. In this world, you can offend anyone except a doctor.

"What you mean is to start with the fingers first. If the fingers are gone, we can move on to the toes. If the toes are gone, we can still move on to the arms. What do you think, Doctor Ling?"

Ling Sanping nodded and waved to his assistant. The assistant, wearing rubber gloves, immediately turned around and carefully opened the steel liquid nitrogen transport tank he had brought.

Although Miyagi Toyotsugu did not hear clearly the conversation between Zuo Zhong, Gu Qi and Ling Sanping, when he saw the newcomer wearing a white coat and the strange-looking jar, he immediately had a bad premonition in his heart.

"What are you going to do?"

"I am a civilian employee of the Empire of Japan, and I demand the protection of the Geneva Convention!"

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Recalling the experimental report of the Kwantung Army's water supply unit in the archives of the Cabinet Intelligence Bureau, Miyagi Toyotsugu finally admitted that he was a Japanese. He struggled and shouted desperately, but it was all in vain.

Facing his shouting, Zuo Zhong simply replied: "I'm sorry, as far as I know, although your country participated in the negotiations on the Geneva Convention on the treatment of prisoners of war in 1929, it did not formally ratify it. Moreover, intelligence personnel are not protected by the Geneva Convention."

"No! The National Government must execute the convention once it has signed it, regardless of whether the Empire of Japan approves it or not. I am not a soldier, you cannot torture me, and any handling must go through a trial procedure." Miyagi Toyotsugu retorted loudly.

"Oh, where did this legal expert come from?"

Zuo Zhong showed a sarcastic expression, casually scribbled a few words on the interrogation record, then tore up the page and threw it on the ground. "You want a judgment, right? I'll write it to you. According to the wartime regulations of the National Government and the Military Commission, I have the right to deal with any hostile intelligence personnel who endanger national security.

In accordance with the above regulations, I now sentence you to death. Before the execution, my department will strictly abide by the relevant provisions of the Geneva Convention and provide you with necessary treatment and humanitarian care.

If you have any opinions on this, you can report it to the highest official of the executive agency, that is, to me personally. How about that? Is there anything else you want to say?"

Miyagi Toyotsugu opened his mouth wide. He didn't expect that the legendary Zuo Zhong had no rules at all. Shouldn't the interrogation be a few rounds of fighting before getting down to business? How could you sentence me to death directly?

Without waiting for him to speak again, Ling Sanping's assistant transferred some of the liquid nitrogen to the storage tank. White mist overflowed from the opening of the tank, and the temperature in the interrogation room dropped by a few degrees.

Ling Sanping walked up to Miyagi Fengji, grabbed his left hand, pried open his five fingers and put them into the storage tank.

"Ah!!!" Miyagi Toyotsugu let out a shrill scream.

Liquid nitrogen at a temperature as low as -196 degrees Celsius quickly absorbs heat from the skin and underlying tissues of the palm, forcing the water in and between cells to form ice crystals, obstructing blood flow.

Under the influence of various factors, Miyagi Toyotsugu first felt a sharp pain, then his skin hardened and turned white, and finally gangrene appeared on the surface of his palm.

Ling Sanping was checking his watch, his eyes fixed on the storage tank, and he did not forget to tell his assistant various professional terms in a cold voice without a trace of emotion.

The dim light bulbs swayed above the heads of several people, casting distorted shadows onto the wall, which, combined with Miyagi Toyotsugu's screams, made people shudder.

Gu Qi couldn't help but shudder. To be honest, he had been a spy for so many years and had seen a lot of interrogations, but this type of torture was beyond his understanding. A fear of the unknown lingered in his mind.

Because whether it is electric shock or the tiger bench, the damage is always limited, and experienced interrogators can control it calmly.

Liquid nitrogen execution is different. The process is full of unpredictability and no one knows what consequences it will have on the human body.

Zuo Zhong noticed Gu Qi's discomfort and raised the corner of his mouth slightly. The biggest difference between medical or chemical interrogation and ordinary interrogation lies in psychological deterrence. Simply put, humans will always subconsciously reject things beyond their cognition.

"Okay, let's move on to the next step."

Ten minutes later, Ling Sanping pulled Miyagi Toyotsugu's left hand out of the storage tank, took the small wooden stick handed to him by his assistant and knocked on it, as if he was knocking on wood.

The knocking sounds echoed in the interrogation room, which were quite similar to the sound of wooden fish, as if they were commemorating the innocent souls who were killed.

Miyagi Toyotsugu should have fainted at this point, but the continuous pain woke him up again and again. He was too weak to struggle, and only the indistinct moans coming out of his mouth proved that he was still alive.

The assistants in white coats watched intently and took notes with their pens. It was a rare opportunity for them to observe with their own eyes the process of how liquid nitrogen harms the human body.

"Bang~"

As Ling Sanping struck again, three of the five fingers on Miyagi Toyotsugu's left hand said goodbye to his palm and fell straight to the ground.

The pink muscles, white superficial flexor tendons and grayish skin were extremely visually impactful. Upon seeing this, a newly recruited young spy rushed out and started vomiting.

Zuo Zhong frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "You can't even withstand such a scene. It seems that you need more training."

"The deputy commander is right. I will arrange for him to go to Manchukuo tomorrow." Gu Qi replied with a slight bow. His one sentence determined the fate of this man.

The other spies were terrified when they heard this, and even if they were afraid, they did not dare to show it, for fear that they would be kicked out to the Japanese-occupied area or the local district station like this unlucky guy, which would end their future.

Ling Sanping didn't care what Zuo Zhong said and devoted himself to the experiment. Seeing that only three fingers were broken, he grabbed Miyagi Fengji's hand with some disappointment and prepared to do it again.

"I recruit, I recruit"

Miyagi Toyotsugu said weakly, lowered his head heavily, and completely gave up resistance.

He had to give up. He really didn't want to experience this feeling worse than death again. As for the so-called anti-torture training, it was simply a joke.

Fake is fake after all. No matter how cruel our own people are, they can only whip you a few times at most. Compared with the methods of the intelligence agencies of the Republic of China, it is not even a tickle.