The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 90 Illusion
Fulai Restaurant, across the road.

Wang Yong also arrived just now, smoking and talking with his men on an excuse.

"Captain, the short man in gray cloth is at the first table on the left after entering the door."

The subordinates quickly described the characteristics of the stalker to Wang Yong.

As for the confidential secretary Wang Shiji, everyone knows him. He is at the table to the left of the short man.

"Does the hotel have a back door?"

"Yes, it leads directly to the kitchen."

"Then I understand, you guys are watching from the front, use your hands and rush in directly."

After Wang Yong gave his instructions, he walked towards the back door.

Catching this Japanese is a bit troublesome.

On the Qingtian line, the Japanese had fallen into the hands of the section chief, two leaders and five subordinates. He could be sure that the person who came to screen must be extremely vigilant.

In other words, it is the determination to die.

If arrested rashly, the possibility of this person seeking death is very high.

He wanted to bring a living person back to the section chief, dead people were worthless.

Poison in your mouth?
A grenade in your pocket?

Wang Yong felt that he only had one chance to strike. If he was hiding poison in his mouth, he would not be able to stop him.

The section chief is a doctor. I wonder if the section chief has any medicine that can make people faint immediately after taking it?

It's easier to mix in the food that way.

Wang Yong entered the back door, holding his ID in his left hand, and put his finger on his lips with his right hand.

Wang Dazui, who was washing vegetables, was stunned for a moment, and then Wang Yong took off his clothes.

Wang Yong put on his clothes and shoes, went into the kitchen and smeared oil on his clothes, cut off a plate of food to be sent out, and walked out pretending to be a waiter.

Yoshioka Yanko, who was at the first table on the left after entering, was eating. He didn't need to raise his head to see Wang Yong out of the corner of his eye.

If there are water stains on the clothes, you can tell that the person is in the kitchen.

He was not suspicious of Wang Yong's approach.

"Boss, boiled edamame."

Wang Yong served food to the people at the table behind Yoshioka Yanko, and after asking, they were the guests at this table.

He only has one shot, so he must be careful.

There is no drug that can make people lose consciousness instantly, so it is a bit troublesome to start.

But as the saying goes, great efforts can produce miracles.

Wang Yong slashed Yoshioka Yan's ear below.

There was a click and the jaw was dislocated.

With his backhand, he pressed Yoshiokahiko's head on the table, making sure not to give him a chance to swallow anything.

The team members rushed in quickly.

Wang Yong moved very quickly, and Zhou Qinghe was taken into the interrogation room without letting him wait for too long.

"Section Chief, which one do you want to interrogate first?"

"Just him."

Zhou Qinghe pointed at the Japanese.

This man was not tall, not even 1 meters tall, and his fierce eyes were only matched by the dislocated chin and the leaking chin.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look vicious.

"Is there poison in your mouth?"

"Yes, I've already pried it off. I'm afraid he'll bite his tongue, so I haven't put it back on yet."

Wang Yong gave him torture tools and metal braces.

This is a new invention in the interrogation room. With this thing, there is no chance of biting the tongue. The mouth is always open and cannot be closed at all.

"Tell me, do you want to say it yourself, or go through the process before speaking?" Zhou Qinghe asked.

It was discovered that the poison in his mouth was hidden, and acting was meaningless. Yoshioka Yanko's performance was much better than expected.

"My name is Yoshioka Yan, I am an independent intelligence agent, directly under the North China Base Camp. I came to Nanjing this time to complete the screening mission. I have no news for you.

It’s not that I didn’t want to say it, but the successive defeats in Nanjing meant that I was cut off from everyone else before setting off. "

Zhou Qinghe sat behind the interrogation table and looked through the things found on this guy.

A certificate, Xiong Yihui, Tianjin native, 33 years old.

All that was left was a gun, more than 200 yuan, a scrap of a ticket to Nanjing, not even a bomb.

"The reasons are sound and reasonable. I don't doubt what you said at all. I really believe it."

"But if you say you have nothing to explain, that's a bit childish."

Zhou Qinghe stood up and walked to him: "You have been mixed up to this age and must be a veteran agent. Haven't you analyzed any secrets in your life? For example, some strongholds and safe houses that your superiors thought you didn't know but knew about. Personnel, huh?”

Yoshioka Yan shook his head: "I said, I am an independent intelligence agent. I only have a single line of contact with the base camp. I will take on tasks when I have them. If there are no tasks, I will work and live normally. I don't have contact with other people."

"That's reasonable, let's fight."

"What I said is true!" Yoshioka Yan said anxiously.

"What I said is true." Zhou Qinghe nodded.

Yoshioka Yan opened his mouth and cursed, in Japanese.

Zhou Qinghe discovered a disadvantage of learning Japanese. If you don't learn it, forget it if you don't understand it. If you understand it, you will know that the other person is scolding you.

"It's really ugly." Zhou Qinghe raised his head helplessly.

The section chief said something unpleasant, that is, don't let him have time to talk. Wang Yong received the signal and started to go through the process.

This time the process was too late, and he almost thought he didn't get hit by opening his mouth so quickly.

Last time, the Japanese who pretended to be a British businessman was robbed by the section chief.

I have to get my feeling back no matter what this time.

"and many more."

When Yoshioka Yan saw Wang Yong raising his whip, he immediately shouted to stop.

"Have something to say?" Zhou Qinghe turned around.

"I can help you get information, and I'm willing to help you with things."

Yoshioka Yan was sincere, but Zhou Qinghe just smiled.

"You already said that you are an independent intelligence agent. The value is too low for me to bother with."

"beat."

Zhou Qinghe was not interested in releasing such a person back. Zhou Qinghe was not interested. Although he did not need the body now, the medical school still needed it, so it would be better to keep it to make a contribution.

Wang Yong felt that he should seize the time before the accident came, so he pulled out the barbed whip from the salt water tank, shook it to the ground, and swung it fiercely.

Snapped!
"Yeah!"

Yoshioka Yan was more resistant than expected. Wang Yong continued to pump for a whole hour, but Yoshioka Yan still didn't seem to show any sign of opening his mouth.

Zhou Qinghe came to the interrogation room next to him.

He cast his gaze on Wang Shiji who was sitting on the interrogation chair.

Wang Shiji is worthy of being a secretary, and his concentration is quite good. There is no panic on his face until now, but because his mouth is blocked, he is struggling to speak.

"Have you been waiting for a long time? Do you want to talk?"

"Woooo."

Wang Shiji nodded desperately.

Zhou Qinghe stepped forward and got what looked like a rag in his mouth.

Take a closer look, it doesn't look like a rag, it's just a rag, and there's oil on it?
Wang Shiji seized the opportunity and said quickly: "I am the confidential secretary of the Executive Yuan, why do you arrest me?"

“I gave you an hour to think, and you’re just going to tell me this?
Okay, stop acting. How often do you talk nonsense like this? "

Zhou Qinghe rolled his eyes at him, "Do you want to speak for yourself, or should you relax before speaking?"

"You have no right to arrest me, let alone interrogate me. I am the confidential secretary of the Executive Yuan. Anything that comes out of my mouth is a state secret. You have no right to touch me. Let your boss Dai come to see me."

Wang Shiji is very tough.

Zhou Qinghe stuffed the rag back.

"Secretary Wang, I know what you are thinking. Everyone who knows your identity is dead. As long as you don't speak up, no one can testify against you, right?"

A faint smile appeared on Zhou Qinghe's face: "If you say it, you will die. If you don't say it, there is still a chance to give it a try. It is just a punishment. If you resist, it will be over. Maybe if you carry it, someone will walk around for you. It doesn't matter. Got rescued.
People always have the illusion that they can do it, and I will satisfy you. "

"Untie him and help him up."

Zhou Qinghe took the person to the interrogation room next door and gave him a chair to sit on.

"Sit, what are you doing standing?"

Zhou Qinghe knew what he was asking, but Secretary Wang was stunned when he walked in and saw the injuries on Yoshioka Yan's body.

His teeth were chattering unconsciously, his legs were shaking, and he couldn't hide the panic and fear in his eyes.

Zhou Qinghe pressed his shoulders and sat down: "Secretary Wang, sit down and watch, slowly. When you know what you should say, call me again. I'm not in a hurry."

Bang, Wang Yong's whip hit Yoshiokahiko, and Yoshiokahiko's violent scream almost shocked Secretary Wang to his feet again in an instant.

Wang Shiji took one look at the barbs on the whip and the Japanese skin tissue that was taken away by the whip, and felt that his own skin was also hurting. "I don't want to watch anymore, I don't want to watch anymore." Wang Shiji's face turned pale and he turned around to go out.

"When you get out of this door, I'll whip you. When you're ready, just get out."

Zhou Qinghe's calm voice entered Wang Shiji's mind, and for a moment, he was so frightened that he retracted his steps towards the door.

He didn't dare to look back and stood there tremblingly. It didn't last long. After all, a second is like a year is a very reasonable idiom.

"I say."

"That's right, the beatings he received were much less than those of that Japanese devil."

Zhou Qinghe patted him on the shoulder: "Let's talk next door."

Wang Shiji began to speak, telling him everything from when he did things for the Japanese and why.

The reason for doing this is very simple. He likes to gamble a lot. He once lost a lot of money when he lost his mind.

He suspected that the Japanese had set him up, but there was no evidence.

He had no way to repay the money he borrowed at usurious rates. At this time, the Japanese appeared as business friends and lent him money.

This would prevent him from being chased to the Executive Yuan for debts and losing his promising job.

"The Japanese promised to give me a sum of money based on the value of each piece of information. The amount varied. In order to maintain my livelihood and pay off my debts, I had no choice but to agree."

"They know that I am short of money, so they will contact me every now and then to collect information from me. But I also discovered that they seem to know that they can take advantage of me and give me less and less money, except when they want to specify information. Only then will the quantity be increased.”

"Write it down. Write down what information I have given you, what questions I have asked you, and what you know. Write down what you know. If you don't write clearly, this whipping will be indispensable."

Zhou Qinghe gave him paper and pen and asked him to write by himself. As a secretary, it was natural for him to have beautiful handwriting.

With this thing, the appointment between the director and the principal can be paid.

Issues such as what information has been given are particularly important. If adjustments are made in time, there is still room for recovery before the war begins.

But this Secretary Wang is really bad at it. Other Japanese people can make money by giving money to buy information, but this Secretary Wang actually has to pay off the debt after taking the money.

"It's finished."

Wang Shiji completely lost the slight arrogance he had when he first arrived. Now he was like a student, carefully handing the paper to Zhou Qinghe.

"Everything I remember is here."

I wrote for three hours. The position of a confidential secretary is really terrible.

Zhou Qinghe scanned it and raised his eyebrows: "Where's the money? The money you collected, and the money you were greedy for?"

Why are you so nice to Wang Shiji? Isn't it just because of money?Otherwise, I would have whipped him long ago.

At present, all the money of Zhou Qing and Jianguang was taken to Shanghai by Gu Zhiyan, and they only had 5000 yen, 48 US dollars, and [-] kilograms of gold.

Visibly poor.

"I've never been greedy for money. If I were, why would I still be short of money?" Wang Shiji's arrogance grew again, and he looked at Zhou Qinghe with a steely look.

"Yes, you are still an upright official."

Zhou Qinghe said with a half-smile: "The Japanese are afraid that something will happen to you regarding money, so they won't let you be greedy, right?"

"No, I don't want to be corrupt. If I hadn't been set up by the Japanese, I would have been an upright official for the rest of my life."

Zhou Qinghe couldn't help but sneer, "Okay, just treat you as an upright official, and what about the money you collect?"

Wang Shiji took another piece of paper and wrote an address: "This is my home. There is a box under the wardrobe with money in it."

"How many?"

"Twenty dollars."

Zhou Qinghe's smile faded: "Don't tell me this is all your family property?"

Wang Shiji nodded: "Yes, quite a few."

You really deserve to bet on dogs!
Zhou Qinghe frowned with a click of his tongue. He worked hard for half a day and earned 370 yuan?

Half of this was handed over to Boss Dai, who even felt shabby.

Maybe they thought he, Zhou Qinghe, was corrupt.
Zhou Qinghe pushed the paper and said: "Write! If you know who in your Executive Yuan is greedy for money, and what evidence you have, write it down for me."

A confidential secretary, he always knows some information here.

Wang Shiji glanced sideways at Zhou Qinghe and said silently: "I know a lot, but I'm afraid you won't dare to check."

"It's none of your business, you write your own."

Zhou Qinghe got up and walked to the next door.

Yoshioka Yan is still being beaten.

Four hours have passed, and the thugs have changed several times. Yoshioka Yan is indeed tough.

"Every time I stop and ask him, he says he is an independent intelligence agent and has no clues from anyone else. Section Chief, do you think what he said is true?"

Wang Yong murmured to Zhou Qinghe that the main reason was that this person was almost crippled and still refused to let go. This was a bit too resistant.

"It must be fake. Let me ask you, has he given a portrait? He is 33 years old. Even if you don't know the addresses of other intelligence agents, you have seen a few of them, right? For example, he came here for screening this time. Isn't this the case? one."

"correct."

Wang Yong nodded. This guy really didn't say who he knew. He was in such extreme pain that he could give up any information in exchange for his life.

Zhou Qinghe walked forward and said.

"Yoshioka Yan, you heard what I said, there are some things that cannot be explained by an independent intelligence officer.

You have resisted for long enough and have tried your best. Isn’t that what the intelligence industry is like?The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit.

You say you are an independent intelligence agent. If you die, who will care about you or remember you?I will only remember you as a loser. A loser who was immediately discovered when you came to Nanjing. You will be on the pillar of shame in the history books.

People have to live one day for themselves.

Instead of being tortured here, it's better to speak.

If you want to go there comfortably, then say something and I can give you a good time.

If you want to get out of here alive, go to Hong Kong, or go abroad, as long as the information you provide is valuable enough, I can exchange it here.

Another name, another life. "

Yoshioka Yan was really furious after being beaten. After listening to Zhou Qinghe's words, he calmed down and spoke with great difficulty.

"I'm going to Hong Kong to recover from my injuries. Once the injuries are healed, I'll give you a portrait. If you find him, you may be able to find the spy organization in Tianjin."

"who?"

"My teacher, Kazuo Okamoto."

The position of teacher does sound quite tempting. After all, if you can be Yoshioka Hiko's teacher, you can also be someone else's teacher.

But that's not enough.

"You can recover from your injuries, you can run away, you can commit suicide. I have no reason to trust you." Zhou Qinghe said with a serious face: "I need something that can prove your worth, so that I can protect you now."

Yoshioka Yan took a breath: "Tianjin, Chen's Trading, Xiangli, it should be."

Zhou Qinghe nodded: "Very good. After I verify it, as long as it is true, you will receive treatment from first-class doctors."

After all, the human heart is much more fragile when it is hurt.

"Give him medicine."

This life must be saved first.

Zhou Qinghe took the interrogation record and went next door to take a look at Wang Shiji.

The writing was very serious. After reading the content, Wang Shiji felt that something was done by someone at what time, so he recorded it.

There is very little content involving real evidence, only a few pieces.

Zhou Qinghe asked him to continue writing and went to Boss Dai's office to report.

"Director, the Japanese have opened their mouths. This is the information he told about Tianjin."

"Tianjin?" Boss Dai immediately became interested and stood up to take a look.

A simple sentence, but a big enough message.

"I will send the report to Tianjin Station immediately. As long as it is true, I will give you credit!"

The situation at Tianjin Station has been unsolved. Not even a decent Japanese espionage case has been solved there, and Tianjin's location is particularly important, if this information is true.

Great value!
"Mao, come in." Boss Dai pressed the button on the table.

When Secretary Mao entered the door and saw Boss Dai's excited expression and Zhou Qinghe, it was not difficult to guess what happened.

"Congratulations." Secretary Mao spoke silently with his lips.

Zhou Qing and Xiaoxiao responded.

"You go and send a report and let Tianjin Station determine the identity of the assistant as soon as possible. This time, you must bring me a big fish."

"Yes!"

After Secretary Mao left, Boss Dai continued to ask, "Have you hired the confidential secretary?"

Zhou Qinghe nodded: "It's a good move. He's just a gambler. His family is clean. Director, I asked him to explain the corruption in the Executive Yuan. Do you think it's necessary?"

The signature of the Secret Service is to investigate the Japanese, the Red Party, and the military and police constitution. In fact, it can investigate or not investigate pure corruption.

After all, this is an offending job.

"Of course we have to check." Boss Dai said with a straight face: "After confirming the list, show it to me. We will severely punish these people who enrich their own pockets."

"Yes."

With Shang Fang's sword, Zhou Qinghe would be able to do things much easier.

(End of this chapter)