Bright Sword's Minion Interspersed

Chapter 256 Temptation
(One)

Ono was also taken aback just now, and he was a little nervous during the simultaneous interpretation that followed. He was also shocked by Yamamoto's aura and felt scared, so he no longer cared about the synchronization of tone and tone, and just I ask myself to express the meaning of Chief Yamamoto accurately, don't overhear and make mistakes, and don't stumble...

Because he was behind Yamamoto, Ono couldn't see Yamamoto's expression at all. He translated carefully and watched Yamamoto nervously. Fortunately, Yamamoto didn't stop and turned around to reprimand Ono, and Ono finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhu Ziming raised his head weakly and looked at Yamamoto. Just now, he was suddenly nervous and frightened, and Zhu Ziming's forehead was already covered with beads of sweat.

"If it falls into your hands, I don't intend to live." Zhu Ziming said with a sneer.

"This sentence is still very wise." Yamamoto also sneered, and switched from violent to cold in a moderate tone. He said: "Anyone who opposes us and is hostile to us will not be able to live. The problem is that there are ways to die. There are many kinds, and in some cases, it is a kind of happiness to be able to choose a suitable death method.”

Hearing the eerie threats from the Japanese devils, Zhu Ziming began to regret that he didn't use the grenade to deal with it by himself. Now it seems that being able to pull a devil on his back is really a blessing...

"You!" Yamamoto suddenly raised his tone, and asked Zhu Ziming viciously, "Do you agree with my point of view?"

This kind of surprise-and-quick questioning, in a dark and small confined space, did put enormous psychological pressure on the person being questioned.

Zhu Ziming's breathing became short of breath, and the beads of sweat on his forehead became denser. His mouth was dry and he felt that he couldn't breathe.

Yamamoto stepped back slowly, and sat on a bench a few steps across from Zhu Ziming, keeping a distance from Zhu Ziming. On the side between the two of them, there was a pot of fire and an iron shelf full of instruments of torture.

Although Shuangdu Town is only a third-level station, but because it is very close to the Shuangdu Coal and Iron Mine, the police and military police here are all equipped at a high level, and the torture room facilities are also very complete.

"In your Chinese culture, there are many ingenious and creative things, such as a deep understanding of the process of death. I read a book about an eunuch in the Ming Dynasty..." Yamamoto said Come on.

Yamamoto spoke gloomyly, while Ono's simultaneous interpreter was a little nervous, and Zhu Ziming was terrified when he heard it.

In fact, Zhu Ziming didn't listen to every word, but those descriptions were very graphic, which made Zhu Ziming feel that he started to hurt here, and also started to hurt there...

"You kill me!" Zhu Ziming roared hoarsely.

"No, I can't bear it..." Yamamoto sneered and clapped his hands. The door of the interrogation room opened, and a Japanese soldier in a white coat came in with an iron plate. The footsteps of the Japanese soldiers made the sound of metal impact.

"I say! I say!" Zhu Ziming closed his eyes in pain...

"Name!" Yamamoto yelled.

"Zhu Ziming." Zhu Ziming answered loudly, his voice trembling.

"Position!" Yamamoto asked with a louder voice.

"Security officer of the independent regiment!" Zhu Ziming replied without thinking.

Yamamoto stared at Zhu Ziming's eyes and didn't ask any more questions.

Zhu Ziming hesitated, but he opened his mouth and closed it again. He wanted to take the initiative to tell himself that this security officer was actually directly connected with another line, and he also knew a lot of valuable information...

But Zhu Ziming didn't know what Yamamoto wanted to ask next, he was afraid that he would make a mess of what he said, and instead make this moody guy change his mind...

Zhu Ziming looked at the Japanese soldier in a white coat, that guy looked Zhu Ziming straight up and down, and even licked the corner of his mouth...

Zhu Ziming felt as if time had frozen, this feeling was too scary, it was too tormented!

Yamamoto smiled slightly, clapped his hands lightly, and said slowly in a gentle tone: "Congratulations, Mr. Zhu, you can continue to live..."

Zhu Ziming relaxed for a while, and he suddenly felt as if his spine had been pulled out, and he suddenly went limp. He lowered his head and began to cry.

(two)

"Gunsmith? From Sweden?" Guan Shan's voice suddenly rose, and his eyes widened.

"What are you doing here? You were so startled, you startled me! Is it okay to be a bit promising!" Xing'er pursed her lips, expressing her contempt for Guan Shan's behavior.

"Let me see, let me see." Guan Shan stretched out his hand to take the sniper rifle with the optical sight in Xing'er's hand, Xing'er turned around, Guan Shan stopped his hand and braked...

"Humph! Look at your potential!" Xing'er rolled her eyes, then switched to winking eyes, and then rolled her eyes again...

Guan Shan looked around nervously, raised his ears and listened, but there was no movement outside the small tent.

Of course, nothing happened, and Guan Shan didn't dare to make a mistake.

"Have you seen it before?" Xing'er smiled meekly, turned around, and puffed out her chest.

"Ah?" Guan Shan froze for a moment, the focus of his sight was attracted by the moving target, but finally, driven by Guan Shan's strong willpower, he turned back to the sniper rifle.

"Where should I look? Are you hungry? Or are you hungry?" Xing'er covered her mouth and laughed tremblingly.

Guan Shan lowered his head bitterly and secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva. What's the matter? This thing, human willpower will consume glucose in the blood, and with consumption, human willpower will be weak.

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore, let's go, go out to a brighter place and I'll show you! Let's go, silly!" Xing'er giggled and bumped Guan Shan with her shoulder, rubbing Guan Shan from the narrow The curtain of the tent squeezed out, and even blew hot air on Guan Shan's neck, before he snatched it out.

Guan Shan slowed down a bit, took a few deep breaths and adjusted, and then walked out slowly.

Xing'er's face turned a little bright red but she was quite serious. Holding the gun in both hands, she asked Guan Shan, "Haven't you seen it before?"

"I've never seen it before." Guan Shan nodded, pointed to the rifle in Xing'er's hand, and added, "I heard from our political commissar that this kind of sniper rifle with a scope is a high-end product."

It’s very similar to Mosin Nagant, but it’s just like it. It’s definitely not. For Guan Shan, who has developed gunfight game products and is familiar with the real parameters, this is certain. The length of the whole gun is much shorter than that of Mosin Nagant.

"The Swedish arsenal's design is a modified model based on the Soviet-style Mosin Nagant rifle. It was equipped for the Finnish ski troops during the Winter War!" Xing'er pointed to the body of the gun and introduced to Guan Shan: "Look here, it can be adjusted. cheekbones, and here, the strap of this gun..."

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