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Chapter 177

Hayashi Fuichiro felt that he had a nightmare, and he was discovered by the Chinese.

It's really ridiculous. His whereabouts are kept secret, and the preparations are handed over to the local Japanese Chamber of Commerce. He only arrived in Ningbo from Shanghai on the day of the operation. How could the Chinese find out.

He slowly opened his eyes, and then slowly closed them again. Why are there so many people looking at him with torches? Lin Fuyilang felt that he must have not woken up, it must be like this.

Zuo Zhong sat on the tree stump, looking at this big man who was hiding his ears and stealing his bell with great interest, seeing that he was still pretending to be asleep, he raised his chin to signal Wu Chunyang to help him wake up, it was very impolite for him to do so.

Wu Chunyang nodded, walked to Lin Fu Yilang with a smile, raised his right foot and stepped on his finger fiercely, the red finger suddenly turned blue and white, and a burst of great pain struck.

Tears flowed from the corners of Lord Viscount's eyes. He couldn't open his eyes. This was not a dream. He really fell into the hands of the Chinese. As the direct heir of the Lin Fu family, he couldn't reveal his identity.

As long as you grit your teeth, those tomb robbers and Yuichi Sakamoto will never dare to reveal his identity, and their families are all under the control of the Lin Fu family.

In the great pain, he recalled the samurai education he received when he was young, Hayashi Fu Ichiro hypnotized himself over and over again, perhaps because his fingers were numb, he found that the pain was indeed reducing.

So after being tortured for a while, Fu Ichiro Hayashi's body's reaction became more stable, at least his trembling thigh, which was hurt just now, no longer trembled.

Noticing this situation, Zuo Zhong yawned again, and asked angrily, "Wu Chunyang, have you not eaten yet?"

Wu Chunyang didn't dare to refute when he heard the words, he looked down at the Japanese at his feet, and prepared to be serious. Although the conditions in the field are poor, as long as he thinks of a way, he can still find useful tools.

"Go and make some wooden nails for me. Today I'm going to drive them into this guy's nails one by one." Wu Chunyang turned and said to the little spies.

Zuo Zhong shook his head, the interrogation skills are still too rough, and he doesn't know what a rare item is to live in, a rare item is a rare item if it is intact, and if it is damaged, the treasure is worthless, it seems that you have to do it yourself.

He clapped his hands: "Come on, hang this gentleman naked on a tree, carry him to the city during the day, and let the people of Ningbo see the tomb robbers."

Although no one else was interrogated yet, Zuo Zhong found some clues through the young man's belongings. This guy is really Chinese, and the dazzling golden family crest on the wallet is particularly conspicuous.

For this kind of so-called aristocrats, face is more important than everything, even more important than life, then attack from the weakest link that the other party cares most about.

Sure enough, Fu Yilang Lin was frightened out of his wits when he heard this sentence. If such a thing happened, even if his father had only his legitimate son, he would not recognize an heir who had been visited by the Chinese.

"Bridge bean sack." He got up abruptly and said in Japanese, "Fu Ichiro Hayashi, Viscount of the Great Japanese Empire, demands to be treated in accordance with his status."

Wu Chunyang's eyes widened. What, the Japanese viscount is really a big man. According to the section chief, a baron is comparable to a military chief, a cabinet secretary, and so on.

Didn't they catch a Japanese general today? The credit is so great. He stared at Lin Fuichiro as if he saw a large piece of gold, which was still shining.

Zuo Zhong sat on the stump, heard that this guy was still so arrogant at this point, he lowered his head to pick and choose on the ground, finally found a stone that fit his hand, got up and walked over slowly.

Lin Fuyilang looked at this young man who was about his own age. Although the other party kept smiling, he felt inexplicably terrified.

Zuo Zhong stood opposite Lin Fu Yilang, looked down at him, and asked, "Tell me your name, age, superior, and mission."

Fu Ichiro Lin licked his lips nervously, and said firmly: "I am a Viscount, and I request to be treated in accordance with my status, which is an international practice."

Zuo Zhong asked again with a blank face: "Your name, age, superior, and task?"

Fu Yilang Lin was in a hurry: "I told you, my name is Fu Yilang Lin, and I asked for it."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a stone, to be precise, by a stone hit on his head, and blood gushed out instantly.

"Viscount Lin Fu, right? You have to meet your status, right? International conventions, right. Shall I find some Japanese kabuki for you?" Zuo Zhong taunted him while hitting his head with a stone.

The stone hit Lin Fuyilang's head again and again, and Wu Chunyang looked a little worried. It would be a pity that this guy died. In fact, Lin Fuyilang's vitality is very tenacious and very sober.

Zuo Zhong just wanted to give Lord Viscount a blow, but he wasn't really planning to kill him. His actions looked violent, but they didn't have much practical strength.

This viscount is definitely inextricably linked to the Japanese intelligence system. What is the purpose of this strange tomb robbery, we must ask clearly.

Zuo Zhong threw away the stone, took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood on his hands, took out a silver cigarette case and took out a cigarette, Song Minghao, who had just come from the outside, ran to him at a speed, and helped Zuo Zhong light it.

Zuo Zhong took a puff of cigarette, exhaled the tobacco foam in his mouth, and asked, "How many mice were caught?"

Song Minghao took back the kerosene lighter, grinned and said, "Four of them, one of them died."

Wu Chunyang thought for a while, with a relaxed expression on his face: "That's all, the number of people matches."

It was his first time directing such a big mission. Although the opponent was amateur, there were many things involved. He was a little worried when he found out that someone had escaped just now. Fortunately, the outsiders succeeded in blocking.

After hearing this, Zuo Chong snuffed out the cigarette butt, put it back in his pocket, walked up to Lin Fuichiro who was covered in blood, and asked calmly, "I'll ask you for the last time, your name, age, superior, and mission?"

Lin Fuichiro was really scared, and kept talking: "Lin Fuichiro, 20 years old, has no superiors, I am a student of the Archeology Research Office of Tokyo Imperial University, and my teacher is Professor Hamada Kosaku. I am here for archaeology in your country. Japanese scholars."

He consciously told the truth. These people might be local policemen. As long as he made it clear, there should be no danger. After all, he was innocent.

Zuo Chong sneered, and slapped him: "Archaeology? What the hell are you doing archaeology? You didn't notify the national government or the local government. You brought a group of Japanese tomb robbers in the middle of the night and colluded with the Japanese chamber of commerce. Take advantage of the lax vigilance on New Year's Eve to rob my country's ancient tombs."

He really didn't give up on Huang He, thinking he could fool the past, now Zuo Zhong understands that the culprit of the whole thing is the Japanese Viscount in front of him, and the Japanese Chamber of Commerce should cooperate for the purpose of flattering, but what about the spy?

Fu Yilang Lin was a little dazed by the slap. He touched his teeth and found that they were a little loose, which made Lord Viscount a little annoyed.

"What I said is true. Although this archaeological operation has not been approved by your country, it is a public security case. I ask for self-bail. Please abide by your country's laws." He suddenly roared.

Zuo Zhong, Wu Chunyang, and Song Minghao glanced at each other, then laughed heartily.

"Hahahaha, Mr. Lin Fuyilang, you misunderstood, we are not the police." Zuo Zhong wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, it was so ridiculous.

Lin Fu Yilang was stunned. These people are not Chinese policemen, but are they legendary bandits? Too bad, he shouldn't have revealed his identity, and the other party will definitely open his mouth to blackmail him.

But as long as he can leave China, then let Father send someone to kill all these guys, especially the leading young man, Lin Fuyilang's eyes revealed killing intent.

He adjusted his mood, squeezed out a smile and said, "I can spend money to redeem myself, as long as I let me go, you can get a huge fortune, enough for you to spend your whole life."

Zuo Zhong was smiling but not smiling, this Lord Viscount is really naive and ridiculous, some bandit who has nothing to do to kidnap a group of tomb robbers on New Year's Eve.

He put away his smile: "Okay, I don't have time to go around in circles with you, we are the National Government's intelligence agency, Mr. Lin Fuyilang, you were arrested for being involved in a spy case, there was no arrest warrant, and there was no trial until the case was over. "

Lin Fuyilang's head buzzed. Of course he knew how serious the crime of espionage was, and he had even seen photos of the execution of spies by the secret service of the Manchurian Railway, but he was just an ordinary tomb robber, so how could he have anything to do with the espionage case? .

He shouted loudly: "There must be a misunderstanding here. You are mistaken. I am really a scholar who came to archaeology, and I have nothing to do with spies."

Zuo Zhong slapped his mouth again, took his neck to the side of the tripod, pointed to the dead body on the ground and asked, "Then how do you know that there are ancient tombs in Xiaoguan Mountain? Don't tell me, this is what this guy found by watching the sky at night." of."

Lin Fu Ichiro was speechless, he wanted to tell the whole story, but thinking of the military forces behind this incident, he lost the courage to speak again.

Zuo Zhong directly pushed him to the ground, turned around and ordered to Wu Chunyang: "All tomb robbers don't need to be judged. They will be shot on the spot and executed immediately."

Wu Chunyang originally thought of using the prison cell of Ningbo Police Station for interrogation, but now it is easier, he is almost dead, and of course there is no need for a cell.

"Crack, crack, crack."

The tomb robbers, who were unconscious or awake, had no time to beg for mercy, and were kicked to the ground by the wolf-like spies, and there was no movement after several gunshots.

Poor Yuichi Sakamoto, an elite Japanese navy, did not have time to leave a last word, and was shot to death on Xiaoguan Mountain as a tomb robber in a coma.

The president of the Japanese Chamber of Commerce, Takigawa Bunta, was very calm, without any expression on his face, but he felt a little hot in his pants after his bladder loosened.

Lin Fu Yilang's face was splashed with blood from being shot, and the warm and moist feeling made him wake up all of a sudden. What is the military, what is the viscount of the empire, only the life is the most important thing.

"I said that it was my father who contacted the navy's intelligence organization, who told us that there were ancient tombs in Xiaoguan Mountain, and I didn't know who he was.

My teacher Kosaku Hamada is a great tomb robber. He is now in Manchuria. No, he is digging tombs in the northeast of your country. I can be a witness.

There is also a ship from the Manchurian Railway Group at the pier to meet us. It was originally planned to go directly to Kanto Prefecture after meeting us. These are all true. "

Japanese naval intelligence organization?

Zuo Zhong pondered, this is similar to his judgment, the mission of the spy is indeed that matter, it is a pity that Lin Fu Yilang does not know the identity of the other party, otherwise he can be arrested, but who is Lin Fu Yilang's father, who can even command the Navy intelligence organization , but also allow the Manchurian Railway Group ships to respond.

Thinking of this, Zuo Zhong changed his sternness, and said in a soft voice: "Help Lord Viscount up quickly, Mr. Lin Fu and I need to have some private conversations, you all go away, don't disturb us."

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(End of this chapter)