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Chapter 228
"Liu Gui, has the little section chief of the second office let go? The speed of the interrogation needs to be accelerated, and the force can be a little stronger, so as not to have long nights and dreams." Xu Enzeng asked a shrewd and capable young man with a crew cut while lying leisurely on a chair with a cigar in his mouth. .

Liu Gui in his mouth replied respectfully: "Report to the director, this person is very hard-spoken, and he presumes that he only has work exchanges with the army, and he doesn't know anything else. I have already ordered him to be sentenced to death."

Xu Enzeng let out a puff of smoke, thinking about Dai Chunfeng and Zuo Zhong's possible counterattack, but this time, one of them is a well-known teacher, and it is impossible for the Secret Service to save people through procedures. The only way is to rob people by force, but that's the best way what.

He put down the cigar and waved to Liu Gui: "Have you organized the personnel well? If those bastards from the Secret Service come to rob people, are you sure to catch them all? What else do you need?"

Liu Gui replied in a low voice: "More than 100 investigators have been organized, and the special affairs personnel are of great importance to me. I have not used them. If possible, please ask the director to transfer some military helpers.

It is definitely not luck that the Secret Service can fight back and forth with the Japanese. I heard that they are accustomed to using heavy firepower and dangerous goods. "

Satisfied, Xu Enzeng took out a piece of paper from the drawer and handed it to Liu Gui: "Being cautious is better than that bastard Wang Aofu's arrogance. Take a look. A platoon of regular troops from the 88th Division is under your command. A lesson for the other party."

The 88th Division is the trump card unit of the national army. In the 21st year of the Republic of China, it fought a battle with the Japanese in Shanghai and defeated the many with fewer, forcing the Japanese army to change its commander. It is a first-class elite division. Xu Enzeng dispatched it The strength of a platoon is not easy.

Liu Gui had a deep understanding of the director's determination, and thinking about the ending of his friend Wang Aofu, he said firmly: "Director, unless they step on the corpse of a lowly official, don't even think about taking people away."

Xu Enzeng quickly raised his hand: "Farewell, Wang Aofu has used his head to promise several times, until now some people still joke that he is the nine-headed worm Wang Aofu, we can't have such a thing happen again."

Liu Gui smiled awkwardly, Wang Aofu was indeed very unreliable, but he was his dear relative and friend no matter what, and he must not disappear without knowing it, especially not to have any relationship with the underground party.

A few days ago, the co-option of the secretary's office was dismissed because of Wang Aofu's relationship with him. Liu Gui was fed up with being implicated by a dead man.

He laughed dryly: "Alright Director, I will use the head of that little bastard Zuo Zhong to guarantee it, right? As long as they dare to rob people, the subordinates will definitely give you his head, I promise."

Xu Enzeng nodded perfunctorily, he understood Zuo Zhong's cunning better than anyone else, and wanting to see his head was tantamount to nonsense, but Liu Gui's confidence was a good thing, he responded with a smile.

At this time, in an interrogation room, Song Minghao was tied to a frame, and the people from the Secret Service Headquarters were whipping him with a whip soaked in salt water. When the whip came down, there was a deep wound and blood spattered.

"Ah, I'm really not an underground party. If I lie to you, I'm not raised by my biological parents. You will be unlucky if you do this. Our section chief will never let you go. Ah, don't hit your brother."

Song Minghao finally understood how tenacious the will of those spies was. Now just an appetizer has already made his life worse than death. He wished to sell his parents. If he got into the electric chair, he might just say what.

"Damn, you're still quite stubborn. You lost a batch of weapons, and then the underground party used the same weapons to rob prisoners and kill so many of our comrades. There will be such a coincidence. Please be honest."

The interrogator's eyes were red, and after he finished speaking, he lashed the whip hard on Song Minghao's chest. The beautifully made handmade custom-made suit instantly turned into a piece of rag, and blood slowly flowed down the corner of the clothes.

Perhaps it was because of insufficient deterrence. After a few whips, the people in one place changed the whip into pliers, and after thinking about it, they replaced it with blades. The stronger it gets, the more I can't bear it anymore.

A secret agent glanced at him, and said with a sneer: "Why, are you scared? If you are afraid, tell the people behind your backstage. Who is the contact person of the underground party in the secret service, is it Zuo Zhong?"

The target in the first place was not himself, but the section chief. Song Minghao urinated all of a sudden, maybe it was the confidence given by Zuo Zhong, or maybe it was because of the release of pressure that his will became stronger.

Letting the other party's words and inducements, Song Minghao just kept silent. Recalling the previous interrogation experience, he understood that the other party was exerting pressure and wanted him to fabricate a statement to frame the section chief.

Others don't know about Zuo Zhong's methods, but Song Minghao knows it all too well. When he first came to the investigation department, he took care of the section chief, Zhao Lijun. Then Tang Zong, etc., if he dared to betray Zuo Zhong, Zuo Zhong would definitely use the most Cruel means to punish him.

One of the interrogators didn't understand that Song Minghao, who was clearly about to collapse just now, suddenly changed. Could it be that this guy is really an underground party?
"Hit, hit me hard, pull off his fingernails first, let him know that we are not vegetarians, and he is looking for the wrong place to pretend to be a tough guy."

The head of the interrogator got angry, picked up the vise and walked towards Song Minghao. His face was full of ferocious flesh. Song Minghao sighed in his heart. It has to be tough.

The vise clamps the nails, and they can be separated with just a pull. When encountering vicious methods, they will deliberately force slowly and make the tortured suffer repeatedly. Obviously, people in one place are like this.

Song Minghao closed his eyes, felt a piece of cold iron against his nails, took a deep breath, and prepared for the next great pain, he really never thought that one day he would become a prisoner.

"Captain Song, we are all in the same company. You know how painful it will be. I advise you to talk about it."

"It's useless to talk, if you want to do it, hurry up, but I remind you, be careful."

Hearing Song Minghao's threat, the interrogators didn't take it seriously. There were too many party and state officials being interrogated here. Who was not stubborn before the execution, and when the sentence came, everyone cried and cried for mercy.

He didn't speak, and stuck the sharp pliers into Song Minghao's nails, and the bright red blood slowly overflowed. Song Minghao was trembling all over without making a sound. Making a sound is a sign of weakness. Once he shows weakness, he will face more painful penalty.

Severe pain, as if someone put hot iron tongs into his brain and twirled. Song Minghao's forehead burst out with blue veins, and the burning feeling filled his whole body, but it soon became less unbearable. It wasn't that there was no pain, but Numb.

The interrogator was keenly aware of it, he smiled and pushed the vise in the opposite direction, and the nail that had already been detached from the flesh was poked back. The numb pain nerves were activated again, the muscles of Song Minghao's body beat rhythmically, and his consciousness gradually disappeared.

The interrogator was satisfied. This colleague from the Secret Service was very strong, and he ranked at least the top three among the people interrogated by him. From this, he was even more sure that there was something wrong with Song Minghao, because the top two were the underground party. No normal person can resist like this.

Whipping and pulling fingernails seemed useless, the interrogator tilted his head, and the assistant next to him knowingly pushed out a chair, which was the American core technology electric chair, and several sets of equipment were also introduced in one.

"Let Chief Song sit down for a while. It sounds like their secret service likes to let people sit in the electric chair. Let him taste it for himself today and experience it for himself."

The interrogator grinned grimly. The Secret Service had messed with so many of their colleagues. If Song Minghao wasn't cleaned up today, he wouldn't let it go easily.

"Boom."

Someone pushed open the door, walked anxiously to the interrogator and whispered something, the interrogator nodded and looked at the assistant: "Let Chief Song rest, and we will continue to shave him when I come back."

After finishing speaking, the interrogator walked out of the interrogation room. Song Minghao was shaved clean from head to toe by a few spies. His head was shining brightly. Compared with Gui Youguang's big bald head, he looked like a peeled egg , white and tender is very conspicuous.

The little spy patted Song Minghao's head: "If you say this guy is a big shot, the chief of the military department of the Secret Service, he has a good relationship with the army, and the arms business he participates in is making a lot of money every day, he is a rich man.

Now it's in our hands, what's the use of being rich and powerful, hey, why don't you recruit quickly, I'll ask the officer for a favor, at least give you a treatment that suits your status, how about it? "

Song Minghao's head was dizzy, and he laughed miserably when he heard this person's persuasion. Huluo Pingyang was bullied by dogs, and Longyou Qianshui was beaten by shrimps. In the past, such a small person had to wait in line to talk to him, let alone move him. , That's all, time is fate.

Seeing that Song Minghao didn't speak, the little spy was a little disappointed. After the electric chair was opened, this person would definitely confess honestly.

Song Minghao was covered with electrodes. Everyone was waiting for the interrogator to come back. Only the interrogator had the right to order the switch to be turned on. Song Minghao waited and laughed. This reminded him of the time when Chen Jianzhong was interrogated. Satire.

The people in Secret Service Headquarters didn't understand what he was laughing at. At this moment, hurried footsteps sounded outside, Song Minghao retracted his smile, and there was no need to provoke the other party by resisting. It was courting death. Let's see how long he can resist. He closed his eyes be ready.

"Human, let Chief Song go, you bastards with no eyesight." The interrogator yelled a shocking sentence as soon as he entered the door.

"what?"

"Team leader?"

The interrogator squeezed out a smile: "Chief Song, the brother was rude just now, please rest assured, you will be home when you arrive at a place, if you don't let Chief Song go immediately, please go to the single cell."

"Team leader, if you are the division chief and section chief, you will be held accountable. Let us act as if we didn't hear anything just now." The assistant hurriedly stopped the interrogator.

The interrogator pushed him away, and shouted in tears: "Your sister-in-law and nephew were tied up by the bastards of the Secret Service, surrounded by more than a dozen people and said to protect them, it's too much!"

Song Minghao: "Huh?"

(End of this chapter)