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Chapter 795 Roast Meat
For the hostages, the scariest thing was seeing the kidnapper's face, which meant that the other party had no intention of letting him go alive, and now Zuo Zhong was the kidnapper who took off his mask.

The spies disguised as soldiers hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem, but the faces of the fake officers became ugly. Since the Chinese revealed their true identities, they might be doomed this time.

His heart was full of remorse, of course the Secret Service had heard of the name Zuo Zhong, and if he knew that this guy was Zuo Zhong, he would kill him even if they both died.

"Mr. Zhang, are these people?"

"At your disposal."

"Thank you sir."

Over there, Zuo Zhong obtained Officer Zhang's consent, and without changing his smile, he came to the side of the fake officer, knelt down to help him pat the dust off his clothes, and asked with great interest.

"Why, do you really regret not killing me? It's a pity that you almost became a hero of the Great Japanese Empire, but regret is useless. There is no medicine for regret in this world.

And if I'm not wrong, only Ni among you has received professional intelligence training, and the others may not even be fluent in Chinese, otherwise they would not have remained silent when checking me. "

The fake officer twitched imperceptibly, then turned his head and remained silent. He couldn't help but suspect that his exposure might be due to something wrong with those laymen.

Zuo Zhong was keenly aware of the subtle reaction of the other party, and knew that he had hit the mark just now, but he didn't say anything, he just got up and copied his pockets with both hands, and gave the ultimatum condescendingly.

"So there is no point in concealing it. If you don't tell it yourself, can you guarantee that others won't tell it? Ordinary people can't last long in the face of torture. You and I know this very well.

Don't waste time, everyone, tell us your identities, tasks, and how to know the password. As long as you cooperate, I can save your life and even give you a sum of money to leave Shanghai. "

Zuo Zhong stated his conditions, as to whether he would keep his promise after the event was completed, it was impossible, even if he agreed, the members of the Ninth Army and Chief Zhang would not allow it.

The headquarters was blown up by the Japanese, and the Ninth Army was worried that there would be no chance of revenge. How could they let the enemy who came to their door go? This is related to the stability of the army, and it is not up to him to decide.

As a result, the fake officer still didn't say a word after listening to it. He closed his eyes and made a gesture of neck-stretching.

The spy next to him also kept his mouth tightly shut, looking at the people present with hatred on his face, as if he was determined to carry it to the end.

Some people just don't give up until they reach the Yellow River. In the end, they can't keep their so-called secrets, and they have to suffer for nothing. Why bother.

Zuo Zhong shook his head regretfully, and borrowed a few soldiers from the special agent company and a field from Commander Zhang, preparing for an emergency interrogation.

They don't know how and when the spies communicate with their superiors. The Japanese troops active in the Guojun defense area may flee at any time. They must hurry up and let these devils explain the problem.

Hearing his request, Chief Zhang agreed with a big wave of his hand. At the same time, he emphasized that it doesn't matter if he can't ask, just kill him. He has already transferred back an elite battalion to be in charge of security.

A big man is a big man, and the transfer of hundreds of troops was decided in this way. It's not like Dai Chunfeng's petty attitude. If the conditions don't allow it, I really want to recognize a teacher.

Ugh?wrong.

After this cooperation, in the future, I am fully qualified to call Chief Zhang an old chief. No one can make a mistake in saying this. Is it wrong to respect the chief?

I heard that Mr. Chen from the Department of Civil Engineering is not far away. Do you want to...

Zuo Zhong, who opened his mind, saluted respectfully, and led the captives and temporary men down to the boiler room in the bathroom. It didn't take long before the surrounding guards heard horrific screams.

Commander Zhang didn't even blink his eyes at this. Compared with the bloody storm on the battlefield, torture is nothing more than pediatrics, but listening to the Japanese shouting and commanding the battle, it has a different taste.

Inside the boiler room.

Several spies were tied to the boiler by a circle of iron chains. Behind them was the increasingly hot furnace body. Two shirtless soldiers from the secret service company threw coal into the furnace with shovels. The temperature in the room rose rapidly. .

Realizing that they were about to become teppanyaki, the devils disguised as soldiers howled first and tried their best to break free from the chains, but the fake officer gritted his teeth and remained silent.

After observing for a while, Zuo Zhong had a cigarette in his mouth, tilted his head and put the end of the cigarette on the boiler to roast for a while, but found that it hadn't been ignited, and immediately turned around with a dissatisfied look on his face and shouted.

"Continue to add, the temperature is not enough."

"Yes!"

The soldiers ignored other orders and continued to add coal to the boiler. At the end of August, when the temperature in Shanghai was the highest, steam was steaming in the small boiler room, and everyone was sweating profusely.

Zuo Zhong put the cigarette on the boiler again, this time the cigarette was lit smoothly, he showed a satisfied expression, squinted at the struggling spies, like prawns jumping on the iron plate .

Under such circumstances, how to tie people up is very particular. If tied too tightly, the Japanese will be burned to death directly, and the purpose of torture will be lost; if tied too loosely, the Japanese will not be able to suffer enough pain.

It must be tied neither tight nor loose, so that the devils can temporarily leave the hot boiler surface with all their strength, but as long as they relax, they will stick to it again, so that they have to keep tense.

What's more interesting is that the length of the iron chain is fixed. If someone leaves the boiler, someone must get close to it. In the end, the iron chain will become hot, and there will be no way for them to avoid it.

Death is not terrible, but approaching death step by step is terrible. Such a cycle will not only completely destroy the opponent's will to resist, but also make devils bite dogs.

"Sell the road! (Don't)"

"let me go."

"Baga, don't move anymore."

The spies begged for mercy, or threatened their accomplices with stern voices, which undoubtedly revealed the ugliest side of human nature. After all, as long as there is a chance to live, no one wants to die.

Soon, the young spy who pointed his gun at Zuo Zhong shouted in blunt Chinese: "I am from the Special Marine Corps of the Navy, and my task is to cooperate with the intelligence personnel of the Military Command.

Since the start of the war, we pretended to be the Military Jurisdiction Department and entered your army's defense area. By asking the soldiers and officers who were alone, we obtained a lot of information, such as the location of the Ninth Army.

As for your army's passwords and information, someone needs to secretly collect them at a fixed time. I don't know exactly where they go, but each time they go out for a short time, they should be in the Huajie.

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at the fake officer: "Your Excellency, please tell me, you are responsible for these tasks, and everyone has family members to support, so you can't die here."

What is murder?
This is called murder.

These little miscellaneous fish, as long as they cooperate with the work of the secret service, they really have hope to survive. The problem is that the intelligence personnel are different, and they cannot escape easily before all the intelligence value is drained.

What the soldier did was tantamount to selling the fake officer. Sure enough, his words reminded the other spies, and they rushed to report their names, ranks, and affiliations immediately, for fear of offending the Chinese.

Objectively speaking, these brainwashed Japanese soldiers are not afraid of death, otherwise they would not risk their lives to sneak into the Chinese world, but not afraid of death does not mean that they can watch themselves become barbecue.

In short, according to their confession, all of them are soldiers of the Marine Corps. Since they have served in Shanghai for a long time and understand some Chinese, they were sent out to act as spies this time.

The tasks performed were piecemeal, some posted wrong road signs to mislead the Guo army to attack, some intercepted and killed messengers carrying secret documents halfway, and took the opportunity to grab a lot of property.

"You guys! Ah!"

Before the fake officer could react, he was betrayed by his own people. In his anger, he forgot about the boiler behind him, and was immediately scalded to the point of screaming, with a pungent burnt smell coming from his body.

Several soldiers ignored him at all, kept begging for mercy, and promised to tell all they knew, Zuo Zhong waved his hand when he saw this, and ordered them to be put down first, leaving only the fake officer alone.

As expected of the professional spy of the Navy Command, the other party endured the great pain caused by the torture of the cannon, even though the back, calf and back of the head had become bloody and bloody, he never opened his mouth.

Looking at this person's slightly contemptuous eyes, Zuo Zhong sighed. Some people just like to ask for trouble, so he took out the bayonet from the waist of a soldier of a special agent company and walked over slowly.

He lightly poked the tip of the bayonet on the fake officer's shoulder and scratched it down. The wound was quickly turned @out under the high temperature, exposing the muscle layer with distinct texture, and the blood dripped down on the hot iron. There was a sizzle on the chain.

"Now I ask, you answer, or I will cut your arm, understand."

Zuo Chong asked in a gentle tone. Seeing the other person's facial muscles beating wildly, he added some strength to his hand, and pressed the bayonet against the bone, and then asked three questions unhurriedly.

"One, who is your contact person, what is the contact signal, where is the contact location, and the way to issue an early warning.

Second, whether the bombing is related to you, have you met the ground guides, and how can you find them.

Three, why do you know the internal password of the Ninth Army, and whether there are any of you in the headquarters. "

Before he came, he wondered how the Japanese would guide the bombing in such a heavily guarded headquarters. Even if they used reflective equipment, wouldn't they be afraid of being discovered by the guards during installation?

At first, he thought that there was something wrong with Chief Zhang, but now it seems that these spies disguised as the Guojun Army covered the ground guides and escaped the search.

At present, there are wars everywhere in the urban area, and the establishment of many troops has been disrupted. There is me in you, and you in me. Identification is all based on passwords, which gives the Japanese an opportunity to take advantage of.

If the spy followed the order to stay at a certain location, and then tricked the security forces through passwords, and saw that there were people there, the security forces would naturally not bother to check whether there were people in the surrounding buildings.

Another advantage of this is that it is not necessary to inform all the operators of the details of the operation, only one address is required.

Or only let the team leader know, to ensure that the information will not be leaked easily, just like the few Japanese marines who don't know anything.

So here comes the question, the passwords of the various ministries of the Ninth Army are changed every day, and the content of the passwords is only known to the officers and patrolling soldiers. Why can the Japanese grasp it in real time.

This matter must be clarified, otherwise no matter how smooth the front line is, it will be useless if the rear is unstable.

Having said that, the Ninth Army was able to fight the battle like this under the destruction of the spies, which is worthy of the word elite.

after an hour.

Zuo Zhong wiped the blood off his face, put down his rolled up sleeves, looked at a target whose arm had been shaved into bones, and frowned, unexpectedly, this matter would involve that person again.

Ordering people to take good care of the prisoners, he came to the side of Chief Zhang who was talking to the front line. After the other party put down the microphone, he puffed up his chest, reported the interrogation situation, and finally concluded.

"Reporting sir, the Japanese spies confessed, the Japanese army sent many people disguised as the fruit army to infiltrate the Chinese border to obtain information, cut off communication lines, destroy communication lines, and attack important personnel.

Every day, they would go to the place agreed the day before to collect information and orders at a fixed time. The person who came was a spy from the Japanese Navy Command, and the appointed time had now passed.

The Japanese intelligence system likes to use this method to determine the safety of personnel. Once they fail to meet at the agreed time, the enemy will know that something is wrong with this group of people, and the investigation is of little value.

The way of password leakage was also found. The password change time of each unit was relatively fixed, and the Japanese captured officers in a targeted manner, and used coercion and lure to obtain passwords.

The humble job suggested changing the password to a random time, and the other party would naturally not be able to take advantage of this loophole. However, in order to completely cut off the enemy's cross-border investigation, strict screening of personnel is required.

I will compile some simple screening methods into a book and submit them to you. It is not difficult to identify such ordinary spies. Together with the military law department and military police patrols, it should be able to greatly reduce the number of spies. "

Zuo Zhong had no choice but to miss the spy's meeting time. In fact, the other party was preparing to collect intelligence before being caught at the headquarters, and some things were beyond human capabilities.

"Okay, let's do this as soon as possible."

Commander Zhang signed the document handed over by the adjutant, and suddenly raised his head and asked, "What happened to my headquarters being bombed? Where are the ground guides?"

His expression was very serious. The four Japanese aerial bombs destroyed half of his staff headquarters, and the communication and security forces also suffered heavy losses. This matter must be investigated clearly.

"This one……"

Zuo Zhong hesitated for a moment, and it was obvious that Chief Zhang's eyebrows were raised, so he had to smile wryly: "I can only tell you that the Special Affairs Department of the case will follow up, and other matters are of great importance, so I can't say more.

You give me some time, when the right time comes, I will definitely bring the culprit to you in person, this is definitely not an excuse, if there is any breach of promise, I will let you dispose of it. "

"boom!"

Commander Zhang patted the table, pointed at the unusually deserted headquarters with tears in his eyes: "Do you know how many of my subordinates have died, they died unjustly! If you don't tell me, I'll ask Dai Chunfeng and the leader.

You are also wearing a military uniform in the Secret Service. Don’t you just watch your comrades die inexplicably? Don’t forget that Zhang is now in charge of all military operations in the city. He is considered your superior. You must answer this question. "

Zuo Zhong was silent for a while, then lowered his voice: "Sir, the spies of the military headquarters really don't know where the guides are, but they know their real identities.

There was a leader of the Cao Gang named Chang Yuqing, who had been the Japanese's lackey since [-]. He had just returned from the Northeast a few days ago, and it was this man's subordinates who were guiding the Japanese bombers.

These traitors have received professional training, and installed three equidistant mirrors on the roofs of three buildings one kilometer away from the headquarters, and a little calculation can determine your position.

Not only that, but the few spies you handed over to the humble job in Nanxiang are also the subordinates of the other party. Please rest assured that the other party has already been on the sanctions list of the Secret Service and will not live long. "

"brute!"

"Scum!"

Chief Zhang never expected that those senior staff officers who had returned from the Army University and overseas study, those telecommunications talents who had studied for many years, would die at the hands of a gang of gangsters.

But despite being furious, he didn't ask Zuo Zhong why he didn't get rid of Chang Yuqing earlier. Through the communication these days, he knew that the young deputy director was capable.

Since the target was sanctioned but not killed, there must be a reason, no matter how much pressure he puts on it, it won't help. A smart boss should know what to do at this time.

"Deputy Director Zuo, my brothers are all rough people. They don't know how to detect and repel rape, but they are all first-class experts in attacking tough points. When you find that bastard, remember to let me know."

Chief Zhang said with a murderous look, thinking that if Chang Yuqing fell into the hands of the military, he might not end well. Professional soldiers may not be as good at torturing people as spies, but they are definitely enough.

Dozens of big men took turns to torture 24 hours a day, and asked how many people could endure it. No routines or techniques were needed, and the simple pain alone could kill people alive.

"Yes, sir."

Zuo Zhong readily agreed to exchange a traitorous dog for the friendship of a lieutenant general. This business can be done, and the sanction order has been delayed for so long, it's time to find Chang Yuqing out of the rat's nest.

Afterwards, he wrote down the screening technique and handed it over. After saying goodbye to Chief Zhang, he went back to the International Settlement and found a phone booth. After connecting a call, the other party talked for a long time before hanging up.

"Boom~"

Suddenly there was a thunder, and heavy rain poured down. Zuo Zhong wiped the fingerprints on the microphone with a handkerchief, put his coat on his head, ran back from the phone booth and turned on the engine, and the car quickly disappeared into the misty street.

After wandering around the street for a while, he parked the car in a secluded place by the river, replaced it with a new license plate skillfully, looked carefully at the movement around him, and threw the replaced license plate into the water. Get in the car once and leave.

This kind of semi-old and clean Ford sedan can cost two thousand if not one thousand. It is only a registered car, and there are more cars that are not listed.

After driving staggeringly for an hour, Zuo Zhong appeared at the checkpoint in the French Concession and handed out an Annan passport. After checking, several French soldiers pushed the horse away and refused to let him go.

Compared with the public concession, the situation in the French Concession was not much better. Countless refugees sat on the steps in the rain, looking desperately at the well-dressed pedestrians, and stretched out their hands to beg.

Zuo Chong slowed down the car to avoid the children rushing out from time to time, followed the main road to an alley next to the police house, locked the door and walked in, then disappeared.

Yun Kelai Hotel.

At the contact point of the Secret Service in Shanghai, He Yijun sat at the front desk, resting his chin on his left hand and looking at the non-stop rain outside the door, and put his right hand on an account book.

Suddenly, a person appeared in the rain, wearing a poncho and hiding his face under the brim of his hat, walked to the corridor of the hotel without saying a word, stamped his feet, and shook off the mud from the soles of his shoes.

He Yijun slowly opened the account book, tightly holding a loaded Browning, his body still maintained the original lazy posture, and he seemed to be calmly observing the other party.

"Stay at the hotel."

Zuo Zhong took off his raincoat hat, said something in his mouth, glanced at the counter, put his hands on the counter and nodded rhythmically, indicating that he was safe behind him, so don't worry.

He Yijun raised his hand to cover the weapon with the account book, registered as usual, found a key and handed it out, and continued to look at the door quietly without saying a word.

Zuo Zhong said thank you, and pretended to glance at the room diagram on the wall, then walked towards the deepest part of the hotel, came to the door of the room, opened the door and walked in.

The room was dark with the curtains drawn, so he opened the light cord. Under the bright light, Song Minghao, Wu Jingzhong, Wu Chunyang and Gui Youguang stood up to say hello.

"Deputy Director."

"You are here."

"We have been waiting for you for a long time."

(End of this chapter)