The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 208 Severed Finger

Thinking that he could do it, Zhou Qinghe didn't waste any time. Since these four people are now in the Kabuki Hall, let Liu Kai arrange the vehicle and take action tonight if he can.

Liu Kai left the casino and got into a car on the side of the road.

"What did the boss say?" Jiang Wen asked.

"The boss said he would handle it personally."

"In person?" Jiang Wen was surprised when she heard this, "A few Japanese people won't let the boss do it himself, right?"

Jiang Wen's admiration for Zhou Qinghe has now reached the point of shock. There are some roads that she has never thought of.

"That doesn't require him to do it himself, but he will definitely be there in person." Liu Kai smiled mysteriously and even pretended to be secretive.

Jiang Wen gave him a look, and then discussed the specific plan.

What Liu Kai and Jiang Wen focus on is the wide field of vision. Finding three cars is easy and enjoyable. You can just pry open the door of a car on the road without changing the license plate.

As for Liu Kai himself, he still has no contact with Jiang Wen's men. He must abide by the basic safety bottom line.

Jiang Wen and her men obtained three cars and drove to the back entrance of the Kabuki Hall, and then began to wait.

Liu Kai and his two men stopped the car in front: "Which one of you can speak like a kid?"

Tonight's operation requires an action team member who can speak Japanese.

"Me." A warrior raised his hand.

"Okay, I've been busy these days. How are you? Are you proficient?"

As the mouthpieces of Zhou Qinghe and Nanjing, the three of them usually have no tasks on a daily basis, so they have a lot of free time. Liu Kai appreciates his subordinates' initiative in learning.

"Partial mastery."

“What is partial mastery?”

"Baga Ya Road, Yo West"

"Damn you." Liu Kai cursed and didn't want to listen anymore. As soon as he heard it, he knew that he only knew the most basic spoken English, so he said helplessly: "Forget it, shut up later and learn how the little devils usually treat each other." The Chinese ones are like that, smarter.”

"I actually know a lot. I've seen the personnel, but I'm not sure if the dialogue is correct." The team member smiled as if he was playing tricks.

"Okay, I'll do it myself."

After following Zhou Qinghe for so long, Zhou Qinghe asked him to learn Japanese a long time ago. The Japanese level of these people is not as good as him.

It's not their fault. Among all the people in the concession, he and Ma Qingqing were the only ones who had the opportunity to contact the boss. It didn't matter if the Japanese admitted that they were wrong. Pretending that the Japanese were wrong would be bad.

Shut up and act cool once and for all.

"Walk."

In the booth, four Japanese people were drinking, smiling and watching the geisha dancing on the stage, feeling happy.

It's just that their location is a bit far from the dancing stage.

"When our water purifier is sold and I have money, I will definitely sit in the front row." Researcher Hisato Morita was a little bored.

They were hard-working researchers who were not taken seriously by the military. They didn’t have much money in their pockets. It was too expensive to spend money in Shanghai. They had to sit so far away to even watch a woman dance.

After asking about it, it turns out it’s not that expensive. The main reason is that after the war, people gathered and prices skyrocketed. Watching women dance is not only expensive. Prices are on par with those in Manchuria. They also have to be ranked according to seniority. People with no influence can even think about buying the front row. None of them.

"It's almost here. It only takes these two days. If you wait a little longer, the disease will break out." Minato Masao, who led the team, comforted him: "We will have money by then. Come on, have a drink."

At this moment, a man came to the table, it was Liu Kai and two team members with serious faces.

"Follow me." Liu Kai said quickly in Japanese.

"Who are you?" Masao Minato asked, looking at him.

Liu Kai took out his ID from the inner pocket of his suit and showed it: "Gendarme, Chinese agents are looking for you. Go through the back door and leave quickly."

The four people looked at each other, startled, and immediately thought of the epidemic being discovered by the Chinese, and stood up immediately.

Liu Kai didn't say much, turned around and walked towards the back door. Two serious-looking team members, one on the left and one on the right, acted out a tense atmosphere.

"Go to the car." As soon as the back door opened, Liu Kai hid his figure behind the door and looked at the ballroom warily, as if he was looking for a Chinese agent.

The four Japanese panicked and glanced at Liu Kai gratefully. They got into Jiang Wen's car as soon as they left the house. Then, with a bang, they received a heavy blow on the back of their heads. They tried to scream but their mouths were covered. Start rolling your eyes.

The car then drove away.

"It's so easy." Liu Kai sighed now.

There is really nothing to say about the section chief's method. It is extremely simple, but it is effective. Look at the Japanese getting on the bus obediently without making any noise.

It's so easy to show up in person. Liu Kai touched the ID in his hand and said casually: "Let's go."

I still have to return the ID. If I had known that these four idiots wouldn't even look at the ID, they would have just made a fake one.

"Tie him up and search him."

In the car, Jiang Wen gave an order, and the team members immediately followed it. The room key and about 1800 yen were found.

The boss came forward, and the matter turned out to be simple. Jiang Wen, who was investigating the whereabouts, naturally knew how difficult this matter was. She also didn't know why these Japanese people were so obedient?

"You send him to the safe house and wait for me to come back."

"Yes."

"drive."

The team members were sent to the rental industry, while Jiang Wen went to the hotel for the next step.

She and her men pretended to be a couple, checked in with their suitcases, got on the elevator, and turned into the Japanese room.

"Be careful, don't break the bottles and jars." Jiang Wen kept the advice in mind.

Biological products are actually very scary to the current Chinese people who have limited knowledge. If they are broken, they will get sick, and it will be a serious disease. Everyone will be confused after hearing about it.

So his subordinates were careful and moved as gently as a quail.

Fortunately, the room is so big, so finding it is not difficult at all.

"Here." In the opened closet, I found traces of bottles and jars and some professional materials.

Soon, everything in the room was swept away.

Below the French Concession, Nanshi.

Although the current atmosphere in Nanshi is not as tense as Zhabei, it is not much different. Seven out of ten rooms are empty.

The ability of civilians to avoid war has been passed down for thousands of years and is engraved in their genes. Those who have not learned to pass it on have been passed down from generation to generation.

Nan City is now surrounded by residential buildings in the French Concession, and the population is overcrowded. The rent in the French Concession is high, but it is much cheaper outside the Concession. If something happens when you live here, you can run into the Concession at any time.

And no matter how far it is, the farther it is, the less money it will cost.

Regardless of whether it is a big house or not, the bigger the house, the less people there will be.

Four Japanese were brought to such a large house. They were still sleeping. Jiang Wen's people tied them up tightly and then withdrew.

Zhou Qinghe had to do the interrogation. The interrogation of this group of people was too professional, and no one except Zhou Qinghe was competent.

The advantage of having more women became apparent at this time. In the Zhuang Hui family in the French Concession, they could enter through the front door and go out through the back door. They stayed there all night. The Japanese subordinates could only envy Chief Fujita for his beauty and wealth. Who said he had many talents and wealth?

They are women, so they have to like them.

At the entrance of the mansion, Zhou Qinghe's car stopped. Jiang Wen walked over and nodded to indicate that no one was around, and Zhou Qinghe immediately got out of the car and entered.

"All four people were arrested, and seventeen more bottles were found." Jiang Wen lifted the large briefcase in her hand.

"Put it on the table and let me take a look."

Zhou Qinghe looked at the four Japanese people in front of him, each of whom was tied to a chair. Their heads were lowered, and they were all still asleep.

Jiang Wen placed the briefcase on the table and opened it. The clothes inside were made of anti-collision measures, very carefully.

Take it out more carefully, and wrap each jar with a layer of newspaper.

"Are you afraid?" Zhou Qinghe smiled teasingly.

"Not afraid." Jiang Wen was very calm. As long as she couldn't die immediately, there was nothing to worry about with Zhou Qinghe here.

Sure enough, women who are capable of doing this are very rational.

"Has the residence changed?" Zhou Qinghe picked up a reagent bottle and asked while checking it.

"It has been replaced. Even if something happens to the person who was taken away by Boss Dai and he is accidentally arrested, he will not be found on our head."

"Ah."

Zhou Qinghe hummed and looked at the reagent bottle in front of him. It was easy to identify what was inside because it had a Japanese label on it.

cholera.

I put down one bottle and picked up another. They were all the same, cholera.

It seems that the Japanese are not planning to do too many tricks this time.

Putting these down, Zhou Qinghe picked up the four documents on the table and flipped through them.

Minato Masao, a member of the Kwantung Army's epidemic prevention team, is an Army technician.

Technicians are purely civilians in the Japanese army. Minato Masao should be a researcher with a high degree of education. Hisato Morita, Kwantung Army Epidemic Prevention Squadron, Army Technician.

After turning over four of them, which were exactly the same, Zhou Qinghe had a clear idea of ​​how to proceed with the interrogation.

A civilian could resist for three minutes, so Zhou Qinghe called him a warrior.

"Nothing else?" Zhou Qinghe shook the banknotes on the table, and there was nothing to cover them.

"There are still some materials." Jiang Wen took out three medical books, four notebooks, and four pens from the inside of the briefcase.

They are really researchers, very simple.

"Let's look at the notes later."

Zhou Qinghe didn't plan to stay outside for too long, so he immediately said, "Wake one up, and don't say anything later."

"Yes." Jiang Wen tilted her head and glanced at the photo on the top of the ID card, then walked over and gave Hisato Morita a kick.

The chair fell backwards, and Hisato Morita woke up suddenly with the feeling of falling. He let out a strange cry, and the chair fell to the ground with a snap.

Hisato Morita looked around as he watched the other three colleagues being tied up. In panic, words such as "Who are you?" and "Why are you kidnapped us?" popped out.

Then, lying on the ground in a sitting position, he saw Zhou Qinghe's expressionless face.

He didn't know Zhou Qinghe and had never met him, but that didn't stop him from hearing the words Zhou Qinghe asked in Japanese.

"You are so brave, how dare you release cholera bacteria?"

"What cholera bacteria? What did we put in?" Hisato Morita's panicked words had just begun to quibble, when he saw a reagent bottle picked up by Zhou Qinghe. For a moment, his throat seemed to be pinched, and he lost his voice.

"Who gave you permission?"

"Who are you?" Morita Hisato changed his perspective in panic.

Zhou Qinghe took out his ID, squatted down and put it in front of his eyes without saying a word.

Hisato Morita saw the identity of the military police captain above at a glance, and was surprised at first.

Although he was invited to the Kabuki Hall by the military police, it was in the name of protection and he didn't think much about it.

But this moment is different.

The gendarmerie monitors the military regulations and discipline of the entire army, and this place is obviously a space for interrogation. He was suddenly afraid.

If someone poisons without an order and is discovered, he will have to go to a military court. It would be fine to just deal with the Chinese, but then the Japanese soldiers will also get sick, and they will not be able to escape their guilt.

For a moment, he was speechless and didn't know what to say. "Ask Minato Masao, I don't know." He just pretended.

Oh, it seems that Minato Masao is the one leading the team, and Zhou Qinghe knows it.

Satisfying his request, she stood up and raised her head. Jiang Wen understood and stepped forward with another kick.

Bang, Masao Minato got up.

"who?"

"Why did you tie me up?"

Minato Masao struggled.

"He is the captain of the military police." Hisato Morita reminded him proactively.

"Captain of the Military Police?" Masao Minato narrowed his eyes, then stopped struggling and asked directly: "Why are you tying me up?"

Zhou Qinghe still had the same question, "Who gave you the order to use cholera bacteria?"

"Cholera bacteria? We are useless." Minato Masao's psychological quality was much stronger.

All the biological reagents were used, and there was no evidence to prove that they had used them. They took the remaining seventeen bottles with them after he was bitten to death, and even the military headquarters couldn't do anything to them.

Zhou Qinghe nodded: "That means there is no one left."

Zhou Qinghe has already got the answer. If the order for these people to release the strains comes from the military, then a big shot will definitely be brought up to suppress his little captain.

Even the Major couldn't do it. The answer was obvious, do it in private.

Zhou Qinghe was surprised at first. The situation in Shanghai was so anxious. With cholera, even the Japanese troops themselves could be infected if they were not careful.

The only person who was likely to come into contact with them was Commander Matsui's assistant, Hirata. Hirata represented Matsui's will. As the commander-in-chief of the Shanghai Expeditionary Force, Matsui, as a general, seemed to have no need to do such stupid things.

Cholera bacteria broke out in the army. If one of his own people dared to do so, Matsui's own military prestige would be damaged.

It's clearer now.

"Why is there no one?" Minato Masao panicked, feeling that there was something wrong with this answer.

Zhou Qinghe smiled slightly. There was no backstage, no need to worry about possible consequences, no need to design, so it was much more casual.

"I just like tough-talking people like you."

Zhou Qinghe looked around the room, walked into the kitchen, and when he came out again, he already had a rusty kitchen knife in his hand.

"What do you want to do? You can't commit suicide privately!" Masao Minato looked panicked and his voice became high-pitched.

Zhou Qinghe's response was to squat down and use a rusty kitchen knife to slide down the veins of Minato Masao's arm little by little, slowly following the aorta of the wrist to the joints connecting the palm and fingers.

Masao Minato's hair stands on end!

He had seen too many human experiments on Chinese people in Manchuria, and the scenes of him being tortured immediately came to his mind as a result of the bursts of screams.

That situation is absolutely unbearable.

"It's Shiro Ishii! He's our troop commander! It was his order that brought us to Shanghai, ah!" The sound of severe pain suddenly sounded.

Masao Minato can no longer feel the presence of his left middle finger!

"Next time, answer faster. I don't like to wait." Zhou Qinghe looked at Minato Masao's left hand. The middle finger had been cut off at the root. He plucked it with the tip of the knife, opened it a little, and continued with the next one.

"You can't torture me. You are breaking the law. You will go to court-martial." Minato Masao's face turned pale, but his lips were trembling and he could still say such words. He hoped that Zhou Qinghe would not continue.

"Oh, blame me." Zhou Qinghe nodded in approval: "I didn't tell you that I am a Chinese, a Chinese agent."

Zhou Qinghe is not interesting. He just uses his identity as a Chinese to make the Japanese angrier.

The Japanese was angry, but he looked comfortable.

Minato Masao's expression suddenly froze, and anger instantly appeared on his face, "Bagaya road." He roared with his eyes wide open, and his legs were still flaring there.

Zhou Qinghe smiled and watched him fluttering, and joked: "Look at how quiet your colleagues are, it's not good for you to be like this."

After saying that, he swung the knife and all four fingers were cut off at the root!

Minato Masao's expression suddenly froze, his eyes widened and his throat choked, followed by an even more miserable roar.

Hisato Morita next to him didn't want to be quiet, he was just frightened. Who is this person? He cut off his middle finger with a knife?

But now he was not frightened. When Zhou Qinghe chopped off all Minato Masao's fingers with a knife, he was so frightened that he peed.

Zhou Qinghe rolled his eyes at him with disgust. He was so fragile. Hisato Morita was frightened, thinking that his life was about to be cut off, so he simply shrunk his legs and tightened his strength.

Zhou Qinghe didn't have time to deal with it now. The other two people were also woken up by the screams. Looking at Minato Masao's expression, they were even more frightened and panicked, and they kept mumbling.

Zhou Qinghe glanced at him with an oppressive look and stopped talking.

"Can you continue to answer the question?" Zhou Qinghe looked back at Minato Masao, and the tip of the knife touched Minato Masao's palm in a friendly manner.

It was severe pain.

However, Zhou Qinghe obviously overestimated the endurance of this group of people. Just cutting his palm made Masao Minato freeze in pain.

You won't be able to react for a while, and you won't be afraid to continue cutting.

Zhou Qinghe could only look at Hisato Morita who was wetting the bed. This guy should be able to cooperate well.

At this sight, Hisato Morita was frightened.

"I said! Don't do anything! I'll tell you whatever you want to know!" The voice was so sharp that it broke through the roof.

The next process will be easy and enjoyable.

Zhou Qinghe asked him to tell the whole story of coming to Shanghai.

Morita Hisato talked in great detail about everything that happened from the time he accepted the mission until he was arrested today.

There may be omissions, but they are not war crimes. They are mainly due to emotional excitement. Some things are indeed not things that these researchers can remember in full.

"Are you sure there are three locations?" For Zhou Qinghe, the most rewarding thing was the exact location of the poisoning provided by this person.

In this way, through directional positioning, the affected area can be roughly estimated.

"Yes, just these three, I promise." Morita Hisato nodded as if he had installed an engine, his eyes were horrified and he was sincere in his efforts.

Zhou Qing laughed heartily: "You guys are really good at it. You can carry out such a big move without telling the military, even harming your own people, just to sell a few water purifiers?"

This thing sounds a bit weird.

"We need funds." Hisato Morita said weakly.

Then Zhou Qinghe became curious, "How many water purifiers do you plan to sell?"

"Three to three hundred thousand yen."

"Oh, that's a lot."

(End of this chapter)