The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 69
Nowadays, when someone enters the Secret Service, there are only three outcomes.

One is to die in the interrogation room, the other is to be imprisoned as a die-hard after the interrogation, and the third is to speak out.

Let’s not mention the matter of speaking for now. There will be consequences tonight. If you can’t bear it one night, you should speak.

Is there a way to rescue someone from the Secret Service if they don't speak?

This is probably what the Red Party will be most worried about next.

Originally, when he was outside, he planned to trick Qi Wei into sending Lao Wang to the hospital, so that the Red Party could have room for rescue.

I guess Gu Zhiyan had this idea as well. His words told Qi Wei to strike hard. This man was about to die, but he had a chance to survive.

But now Qi Wei insists on sending him in for the night first, and directly rejects Gu Zhiyan's heavy-handed suggestion, and prepares to cook it slowly.

It would be too difficult to save him.

Just thinking about it will tell you that it is too difficult. I have never heard of a Red Party member entering the interrogation room and still walking out.

A similar storming of a hospital is certainly impossible.

Attacking the secret service in Nanjing was a pure attempt to seek death. If it succeeded, the principal would have nightmares.

Exchange is like the Japanese exchanging hostages. This is a way to get out alive.

If Lao Wang is a diehard, Zhou Qinghe feels that an exchange is still possible.

After all, information is time-sensitive. After one day, the whole city will know about the bakery. In fact, if Lao Wang doesn't speak tonight, the information will not be very valuable if he does speak tomorrow.

Therefore, there is a default rule when an intelligence agent is arrested. If you want to speak, you must wait 24 hours before speaking, giving others time to survive.

But the red party may not necessarily have enough bargaining chips in their hands.

Boss Dai may not accept it either.

Even if we exchange, who can we exchange for?
Boss Dai will definitely accept anyone.

Tied Qi Wei?
Is Qi Wei worth anything in the eyes of Boss Dai?

Zhou Qinghe looked at Qi Wei's back. Qi Wei seemed to turn around unintentionally and asked, "What's wrong? There's something on me."

Zhou Qinghe smiled: "I can't figure out how you found the Red Party. I can't figure it out after thinking about it. It's uncomfortable."

"Hahaha, I said I would tell you when the time comes."

"Okay, I won't waste any more time with you. I have to go see my guests. Let's go."

"Well, wait for the good news."

Kidnapping Qi Wei is risky. Qi Wei is the chief of the operations section and should be very skilled. Don't let the Red Party get involved with a few more.

And this can easily anger Boss Dai.

Zhou Qinghe shook his head after thinking about it.

Is there any other way?

Start from needs.

Boss Dai likes money.
Spend money.

The Red Party is too poor.

Secondly, what Boss Dai values ​​most is getting praise from the principal and expanding the strength of the Secret Service. If something can make Boss Dai feel interested, it is of great value.
Principal's safety.

Huangpu Road!
Zhou Qinghe raised his eyebrows, what exactly is Huangpu Road’s plan?
Was it to assassinate the principal?

He remembered what Wang Yong said.

Wang Yong was born in the military. When he saw He Xiaofeng observing the whereabouts of various organizations, the first thing he thought of was attack, blasting, or assassination.

He Xiaofeng is indeed a master of action. If he really came to plan a large-scale operation and planned it for more than a month, then this operation must have been authorized by a higher-level department.

Now that he is dead, this operation will never stop. Instead, another leader will be sent to continue the operation.

If this information can be dug out, as long as the operation is destructive enough, such as bombing the Huangpu Military Academy or assassinating the principal!

Make things dangerous enough, let Boss Dai show his face in front of the principal, use the Japanese as bargaining chips, and let the red party come forward to have a private deal with Boss Dai.
Putting it into perspective, if Zhou Qinghe was Boss Dai and had such a red party in his hands, and a senior red party executive came with a credit that was enough to show off, then he would definitely change.

The value of a red party member will not be much after tonight, but if a large-scale operation is successful by the Japanese, it will be a head-turning matter. Even if the principal does not die, the Secret Service will have to be criticized.

The clue was broken by Qi Wei. Wang Yong had He Xiaofeng's investigation records. Let's use this matter as a lead to scare Boss Dai.

By the way, let Qi Wei take the blame again. After all, he was the one who caused the trouble. If it weren't for him, how could the case that Zhou Qinghe should have solved be used by the Red Party as an exchange?
There is room for maneuver in this matter.

What is missing now is the Japanese action plan.

According to Zhou Qinghe's inference about He Xiaofeng, if He Xiaofeng watches others, it means that he is the superior, and he may be the only one who controls the entire action plan.

He Xiaofeng is dead, which is not easy to deal with.

No, you don't need to know the content of the plan. The replacement comes first. You just need to make Boss Dai think it is an assassination operation. That is enough.

There is a man wearing a Japanese military uniform, holding a Japanese spear, and speaking Japanese. How come he is not a Japanese soldier?
This is much simpler. The Japanese add a plan, which is enough.

You can try the plan.

No matter how Boss Dai operates, there is a solution after all.

"You are already a dead person. Whether you can live or not depends on how hard you are."

Zhou Qinghe is willing to help him work hard.

He walked quickly to Wang Yong's interrogation room.

He Xiaofeng is dead, but someone is still alive.

Zhou Qinghe needs a few Japanese names, preferably Japanese spies themselves.

in the interrogation room.

Wu Ziyue has been tied to the wooden frame.

He also said something like, "Why are you arresting me? I am a British businessman."Wang Yong had already greeted him, took a whip that had been soaked in salt water, and whipped him hard. With just a few blows, blood stains were already reflected on Wu Ziyue's clothes.

"Senior."

"Ah."

Zhou Qinghe walked in.

"How's it going?"

"Keep begging for mercy but refuse to say anything." Wang Yong has just started and is still warming up. There is plenty of time in the long night.

It was just the section chief's next words that made him uneasy.

Zhou Qinghe smiled lightly and said, "You have such a gentle temper in the army?"

"It's over, you caused me to be scolded by the section chief."

Wang Yong understood and began to increase his intensity.

He pressed his fingers on Wu Ziyue's fingernails and lifted them up.

"Uh-huh!" A high-pitched scream sounded, and Wu Ziyue's expression instantly distorted.

"Are you going to tell me?" Wang Yong pinched his fingerless finger and yelled at him.

Wu Ziyue's face was pale, big beads of sweat were streaming down his face, and he was shivering.

"What do you want me to say? I don't know?"

"Very tolerable, right? It seems you are missing."

"I come."

Zhou Qinghe stepped forward and patted Wang Yong on the back, signaling him to get out of the way. Zhou Qinghe was not in the mood to spend time with him today.

"Section Chief, I've just started." Wang Yong was anxious. He had just started, how could he be robbed?

Zhou Qinghe ignored him, just glanced at Wu Ziyue, met his eyes, and then pulled out a scalpel from the table next to him.

"I'm a doctor, a surgeon."

"Ling Chi, have you heard of it? In ancient times, it was called Cun Zheng, but now it's called Thousand Cuts. It just cuts off a small piece."

The blade in Zhou Qinghe's hand swiped across Wu Ziyue's arm.

Before Wu Ziyue could react, he only felt a slight chill in his arm, and there was a piece of flesh and blood on the blade in front of him, and then pain came.

"Ah ah ah." He exclaimed and breathed.

But this pain is much easier to bear than fingernail pain, which is the pain of cutting off a piece of flesh.

"Isn't it too painful?
Ling Chi's original intention was not to cause pain, but to make people wait for death with each stab, each stab becoming more despairing and each stab more regretful.

Thirty-six hundred cuts, and the person will die after scraping. There is mental torture, but this method is still too gentle. "

"After all, there is hope for death. As a spy, you will be happy if you die quickly, right?"

Wu Ziyue looked at Zhou Qinghe blankly. He didn't know what Zhou Qinghe wanted to say, and he intuitively felt that what happened next might not be simple.

After all, [-] dollars could be described as mild, which made his liver tremble a little.

Zhou Qinghe stretched out his left hand and pressed it on Wu Ziyue's stomach, flicking his fingers.

“So I tried to improve it and change it to a spot that won’t die, and I’m sure it will be much more painful than the skin.

First of all, the material must be the internal organs. The pain on the skin is far less direct than the pain on the internal organs.

Secondly, you can't kill people. If you die, my work will be in vain.

So if you can’t choose your heart, liver, spleen, lungs or kidneys, then there aren’t many choices left, but there are still some.

This part is the appendix. "

Wu Ziyue frowned. He still didn't understand. What did this person want to do?

Looking at his expression, Zhou Qinghe knew that he didn't understand.

In fact, isn’t it quite clear what will happen when Lingchi and appendix are combined?
"Then let me explain it in a way that you can understand. You are Japanese, so you must have eaten raw fish. The live fish is cut off piece by piece. It is as thin as cicada wings, transparent and delicious.

Today I will help you make a dish called appendix sashimi. "

Wu Ziyue's eyes widened for a moment when he heard these words, and then a picture appeared in his mind, and then his face turned earth-colored, and he still had an overwhelming feeling in his stomach.

"Prepare me to feed you myself, shall I start?"

"I said I said it!"

"You are asking!"

"It's not that I didn't tell you, but you didn't even ask!"

Wu Ziyue squeezed his big fat belly inward, fearing that the knife would go in without a word.

He swore that he never wanted to eat sashimi again in his life!
It was so familiar that he felt as if he had seen it with his own eyes just by describing it.

"No, you didn't ask?" Zhou Qinghe looked at Wang Yong strangely.

Wang Yong was stunned for a moment: "Don't we always beat him first and then ask questions? Isn't this a custom?"

Zhou Qinghe thought for a while and realized that Wang Yong was right. This was indeed the norm. His eyes gradually became cold: "Go on, don't waste my time."

"What do you want to know?" Wu Ziyue was still taking chances.

After all, He Xiaofeng is dead and no one should know about him.

What responded to him was Zhou Qinghe's knife, and another piece of flesh was shaved off: "Three thousand six hundred dollars, I don't have to tell you now."

Wu Ziyue instantly grimaced, feeling pain all over his body, but his voice became crisp:
"Qingtian is my superior. My mission is to contact Xiong Tianliang, the colonel and staff officer of the Military and Political Department, bribe him to rebel, and obtain the Nanjing city defense deployment map."

(End of this chapter)