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Chapter 416
In a cell deep in the detention center of the Secret Service, Tianfu was tightly bound to a chair. In addition to the double handcuffs and shackles, there were iron hoops tightly connected to the chair at the wrists and ankles.

The chair itself was made of steel and fixed to the cell floor, Tianfu couldn't break free from it even if he had great skills. In addition, there was a cloth bag covering his head to block his sight.

There is no time, no light, and no sound in this room. The only thing I can hear is my own heartbeat and the sound of blood flowing through my body. The eerie silence is creepy.

Tianfu opened his eyes wide, and he could only see darkness. Since he was arrested last night and interrogated once, the Chinese never paid attention to him, and changed the cell for him every few hours.

He knew that this was an interrogation strategy designed to magnify the fear in people's hearts, stimulate people's desire to communicate with the outside world, and at the same time restrict people's sleep, so as not to give prisoners a chance to soothe their nerves.

This method is very similar to the psychological oppression that European and American countries have just begun to study. When did the Chinese intelligence agencies learn it? In the past, they had nothing new except torture and threats.

For professional intelligence personnel, physical punishment is easy to resist, but mental torture is unbearable. Not everyone has a firm will, and if they are not careful, they will fall into the trap.

Tianfu was a little worried about his team members, and then he realized that he had been thinking wildly, this is the purpose of the Chinese, damn it, he couldn't help but burst into anger.

European and American ghosts and animals dare to sell everything for money. How can this cutting-edge intelligence interrogation technology be sold to the Chinese? Are they not afraid that their intelligence personnel will be interrogated like this?

"Boom."

Suddenly the iron door sounded, and then several footsteps slowly approached. The visitor untied the iron hoop for him without saying a word, and then carried him outward. Tianfu wanted to resist but held back.

You can't fall for the tricks of the Chinese. As long as you resist, you will have a loophole. It is only a matter of time before a captured agent with a loophole speaks up. The intelligence agency will use all means to take advantage of this loophole.

Anger, fear, fear, when a certain emotion reaches the limit of the human body, the collapse will follow. He is not sure whether he can hold on, and letting the other party dictate is a safe choice.

"Shasha, Shasha."

During the transfer, Tianfu carefully felt the friction between his feet and the ground, trying to slow down the expansion of the crack in his heart in this way, but he was fixed on the chair again within two steps.

"Whoa."

Immediately, someone pulled off the hood, and the strong light made his eyes sting. He quickly turned his head to the side and closed his eyes. After another few tens of seconds, Tianfu, who regained his vision, realized that this was not a prison cell.

Appearing in front of his eyes were the Secret Service personnel who interrogated him yesterday, and Min Ping, Jiang Zhaoqing, Ma Hui, Ren Yan, Xia Yanhui standing in a row in the corner. The Nandou team was reunited here.

Among them, Min Ping did not have any scars or equipment on her body, nor was her freedom restricted. With a sneer on her face, she looked at Tianfu with great interest, as if she was looking at something very interesting.

She already knew that the Nandou team simply used her as a tool, and she had no part in the retreat signal. Cooperating with the Chinese intelligence agency was the wisest decision she had ever made in her life.

The Tianfu over there also knew that he had guessed right, this stinky woman had really become a traitor, and it was right to choose her as the scapegoat back then, once the assassination happened, she should have killed her to divert attention.

But why was Xia Yanhui not injured? He is the member with the highest hidden status in the Nandou team, and an excellent imperial warrior. Would such a person choose to surrender?

Fortunately, Jiang Zhaoqing, Ma Hui, and Ren Yan looked very embarrassed, which showed that they had resisted when they were arrested, unlike the other two cowards who betrayed the empire and His Majesty the Locust.

In just a moment, Tianfu figured out the general situation, and then he turned his head, as if he didn't see the secret service personnel at the side, he was determined to sacrifice his life for the empire and His Majesty Tian Locust.

But he didn't speak, but someone spoke. Zuo Zhong sat on the interrogation seat, looked at the six spies with a smile, like looking at six rare treasures, and said in a very sincere tone.

"Mr. Tianfu, for this gathering of yours, Zuo has put in all his efforts, the police station, the newspaper office, the Ministry of Education, the Party Department of the Central Committee, and the state government have made it difficult for you. There are so many people lurking.

You are all excellent agents, even as an enemy, I have to admit this, if it weren't for Miss Min's cooperation, it would be really difficult for us to find you and your subordinates.

It is a pity that your sacrifice is of no value, and even this assassination did not come from the order of Mr. Doihara. You are just a group of sad pawns who are responsible for the British. "

Tianfu laughed in his heart after hearing this, the Chinese are really at their wit's end, they can even tell such absurd lies, the assassination was a direct order from their superiors, what does it have to do with the British.

An intelligence operation of this level has to go through multiple verifications, and it cannot be determined with a single order. Moreover, the station that issued the order has been in contact with itself for several years, and the method of sending the report cannot be faked at all.

What the Chinese said was nothing more than a blow to his confidence, to get out where the upline and the safe house are. He thought he had seen through everything, and his originally irritated mood became calm and somewhat complacent.

Zuo Zhong knew that this guy would not give up until he reached the Yellow River, so he clapped his hands, and a man came in with a radio in his arms, and immediately set up the antenna on the interrogation table, ready to report related work.

Seeing this scene, the spies were at a loss as to who this man was and what the Chinese were going to do. It would be too contemptuous of them to get them connected online. They would never betray the empire.

"Section Chief Zuo, you can send the report." The man quickly prepared the radio station, and nodded to Zuo Zhong lightly. This matter is related to his life and future quality of life, so he is naturally very concerned.

"Mr. Wang, please contact the Intelligence Department of the Kwantung Army or Doihara immediately, and inform them of your and Vanessa's true identities, as well as the matter of instructing Nandou and Beidou to assassinate senior government officials."

Zuo Chong knocked on the table, and then tilted his head to look at Tianfu: "I know Mr. Tianfu won't believe it, so I called an old friend of yours, listen carefully, this matter is very important."

The man who sent the telegram was Wang Deyong. Zuo Zhong felt that it was necessary to let the Kwantung Army and Doihara know the whole story. He had no obligation to cover up for the British. The Sino-British rivalry was beneficial to the Republic of China.

One is an old shit-stirring stick in Europa, and the other is a new bully in Asia, neither of which is a good thing. Even if this matter will not tear the face of both parties, it will also reduce the pressure on one's own side.

"Yes, I'll send it right away."

Wang Deyong was very knowledgeable. Without saying a word of nonsense, he sat down and pressed the button to initiate a telegram. The continuous sound of the button hitting rang out in the interrogation room and reached everyone's ears.

"Da da da da, da da da da."

Naturally, Tianfu also heard it, and the more he listened, the more frightened he became. Why is this method of sending the report so familiar, exactly the same as the upline with whom he communicated? Could it be that what the Chinese said is true.

If it is true, it is really a big joke. They thought it was a sacrifice for the locust, but it turned out to be the knife of the British, and it might bring huge troubles to the empire.

No wonder the conditions were obviously immature and the assassination was still forced. He knew that Japan and Britain had conflicts in South Asia, and the British had motives to do so. At this moment, a voice interrupted his thinking.

"Mr. Tianfu, Mr. Zuo will introduce you. This is your upline, Mr. Wang Deyong. As for the other upline, Ms. Vanessa, I can only meet you when you get off the underworld."

Zuo Zhong smiled and got up and walked to him, holding a stack of telegrams in his hand. These are the secret telegrams sent to Vanessa by the Nandou team. Other things can be faked, but these things cannot be faked.

Tianfu glanced at it subconsciously, and his head exploded. He often boasted that he was a superhuman IQ, but now he would rather be an idiot, and then completely forget the contents of these secret messages.

There is only one explanation for why the secret message he sent to his superiors is in the hands of the other party, depending on the age and wear of the paper, it is likely to be the original. There is only one explanation for this matter.

"Hehe, we are all professionals. I can't lie to you about some things, and there is no need to lie to you. There are two people on your upline, and they are both members of MI[-]. My condolences."

Zuo Zhong said as he patted Tianfu on the shoulder, gloating on his face. It is not shameful for an intelligence officer to be arrested, nor to die.

"Ah!! British!"

As a result, Tianfu was fine, Ren Yan who was at the side suddenly gritted his teeth and let out a loud roar, which startled the people present, wondering why this woman went crazy and what it had to do with her.

Zuo Zhong blinked, and looked at Tianfu suspiciously: "Mr. Tianfu, can you explain, don't worry, you will definitely not survive, but at least you can live a more relaxed life in the last days."

Maybe he thought this question was not important, or maybe he knew that he was being tricked, so he simply broke the can. In short, Tianfu said after a few seconds of silence: "Her brother is a member of Beidou."

"Oh, it is."

Zuo Zhong's curiosity was satisfied. Originally, the Japanese also understood family affection. When Ren Yan went to steal the child, why didn't she expect that it would cause much harm to the child's parents.

It can be seen that their family affection is only for themselves, and the family affection of others is not considered by these beasts. Now they are crying and shouting, what are they doing, no one invited them to the Republic of China.

At this time, Wang Deyong took off his earphones, and said with a strange expression: "Mr. Zuo, the telegram has been sent according to your instructions. The intelligence department of the Kwantung Army sent a call back, using the plain code."

Zuo Chong was taken aback when he heard that, Little Japan was really arrogant. He walked up to Wang Deyong, picked up the telegram on the table, and there were only two words on it——thank you, haha, interesting, really interesting.

He couldn't help showing a smile on his face, and even laughed out loud, and the sound became louder and louder, and finally he just held his stomach and couldn't stand up straight with joy. He was sure that the other party must be Doihara.

This old spy is really swollen face to pretend to be a fat man. He is so angry that he wants to kill, but he has to pretend to be calm. I'm afraid there will be a dispute between Britain and Japan, but it's a pity that they can't fight.

Thousands of miles away in Shenyang, outside the largest office in the Russian-style building, several Japanese military officers looked at each other and lowered their heads listening to the roaring and throwing sounds inside.

A few minutes later, an old and weak voice came from the office: "Prepare the plane and help me make an appointment with the British ambassador to the Empire. I want to return to China immediately. All Jinling personnel will go into ambush."

(End of this chapter)