late at night.

The Military Control Commission compound at No. 29 Luojiawan is as noisy as during the day, and the spies coming and going are in a hurry.

But when passing by the entrance of an air-raid shelter, these people slowed down to avoid misunderstandings from the guards at the door.

This is where the Military Commission Detention Center and the Interrogation Room are located. All suspects who are in the investigation stage are detained here. They are extremely vigilant and require special passes when entering and leaving.

Five meters below the ground.

In an interrogation room, Gu Qi yawned, spread the file in his hand, picked up the pen and looked at the target on the interrogation chair, and asked slowly.

"Your name, identity, mission."

Handa, whose hands and feet were locked in a chair, heard this and his body remained motionless. He continued to lower his head, without any intention of answering.

Opposite him, Zuo Chong, who was listening to the trial, and Song Minghao, who was judging, drank strong tea one by one, quietly regaining his exhausted physical strength and energy.

Several people were not worried about the result of the interrogation. The evidence at the arrest site showed that the other party was a technical agent, and such a person could not last long under the military command.

Not far away, an old man with gray hair and hunched body was standing next to the cart and was busy working. The sound of metal collisions of Dingling sounded from time to time.

Whenever the sound came, the seemingly calm Handa would tremble unconsciously, and he knew what he was about to face.

Guqi smiled coldly, got up and walked to Bantian, bent down and stared at the other party's eyes, and said softly in the direction of the old man.

"This is an expert in torture in our Military Commission. His ancestors used to work in the Jinyiwei and the stick. How can people speak out is his family-born skill.

Unfortunately, his wife, son, daughter, daughter-in-law, son-in-law, grandchildren all died in Jinling and at the hands of the Japanese.

Now he lives only one purpose. Guess what it is, it doesn’t matter if you don’t say it. In a few hours, you will beg me for explanation, and I can guarantee it.”

Handa swallowed, subconsciously turned his head to glance, but he ran into the old man's cold eyes, and his breathing was suffocated.

The old man walked to him with an iron hood, nodded and greeted Guqi first, and then gently buckled the hood to Bantian's head.

Although he didn't know what the hood was for, Handa still twisted his head in horror and tried to break free, with handcuffs and shackles clattering.

Seeing this, several spies stepped forward and held him tightly, with a distorted smile on their faces.

"Ahem."

After coughing twice, the old man withdrew his hand, looked at the headband he had already worn, smiled with satisfaction, and muttered in his mouth.

"Baby, be obedient, it will be fine in a while."

His voice sounded quietly in the dark interrogation room, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was talking to the air, which was creepy.

After saying that, the old man reached out and turned the wheels on both sides of the hood. The back of his dry hands were covered with blue veins, obviously using all his strength.

With his movements, under the creaking mechanical movement, the sides of the head hood slowly tightened, and the cold iron blocks continued to squeeze Bantian's head.

"Second post, this is called wearing an official hat."

Song Minghao whispered to the torture instrument for Zuo Chong: "It is said that it is the method of the Jinyiwei Zhaozhuo. At first, it was to use two steel plates to clamp it on the side of the brain and then tighten it. In the end, the person who was tortured would die of a brain burst, and the situation was terrible.

However, this requires a lot of effort and time. In order to reduce the intensity of the brothers' work, we found someone to make modifications, add gears and remade the headband. It only takes more than ten minutes to achieve the same effect."

Listening to Song Minghao's words, Zuo Chong was amazed. He had not participated in the front-line interrogation work for a long time, and he did not expect that the Military Control Commission would have such things.

While sighing at the wisdom of his ancestors, he made a suggestion: "It is best to change it to an electric one. This way, it's OK to press the electric door, which saves more time and effort.

You can also add an electric shock device to set the current intensity, and use electric shock during squeezing, or install two steel needles in the eye to pierce the eyes little by little.”

Song Minghao suddenly realized that he waved his hand and asked someone to record the matter. He thought that the deputy seat was the deputy seat, and his ideas were indeed different.

They were chatting here, and Handa's head was already tightly clamped, and it became tighter and tighter, with severe pain and fear coming like a tide.

But the old man didn't let him go easily. He didn't count by turning the wheel himself, and asked the little spy to help turn the wheel on the top of the head hood, and the upper and lower parts of the head hood began to slowly close.

Feeling the pressure from all directions, Handa was frightened and wanted to speak, but because his jaw was pressed down, he could not speak. He had to wink at the old man desperately and roared in the depths of his throat.

"Don't panic, don't panic, let's take your time."

The old man calmly "comforts" him, his hands speeding up, obviously not wanting to ask questions, just wanting to kill him.

The strong desire to survive drove Banda to continue to struggle, but unfortunately it was useless. The interrogation chair fixed to the ground just swayed slightly, shaking off a little bit of dust.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the head hood was reduced by nearly half compared to its original size, and Hantian's head also became smaller and looked quite small.

His facial muscles twisted into a ball, and even the blink of an eye became a luxury. His nostrils twitched and his breathing was rapid, and black vision appeared in front of him.

Seeing that the target was about to fall into a coma, the old man kept talking patiently: "Now your blood is concentrated on the head. Just use a needle to poke it, and the blood can fly several meters high.

Under my hands, there are 5 people who have enjoyed this kind of treatment, both high and low, the highest is 3 meters and the lowest is 1 meter. Do you want to compare with them?"

Banda was about to collapse at this moment, and his bladder loosened his pants and became wet. His urine flowed all over the floor along the chair, and a smell of odor could not be removed.

The same thing is said, death in a moment is not scary, what is scary is that life is worse than death.

Experience death step by step, even agents are difficult to be indifferent.

Besides, Handa was responsible for deciphering the secret power base, and was not a professional field staff member. The anti-torture training he received during training would only make him even more frightened.

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Guqi, who returned to the seat, closed his eyes and rested, spoke, and his slowly opened eyes were covered with bloodshot, and his expression was extremely tired.

The old man who executed the execution did not disobey the order because of hatred, immediately stood aside and allowed the spy to release the wheel in reverse, with his expression neither disappointed nor angry.

Regardless of whether the spy surrendered or not these days, there was only one fate, that is, he died in pain after telling all the secrets, and the body would be made into specimens and sent to Renxin Hospital.

So sooner or later, the other party will fall into his hands and can play slowly at that time. This is also the condition for the Military Control Commission to recruit him, and the old man is not in a hurry at all.

Soon after, the headband was loosened and Handa, who had regained his freedom, no longer hesitated and told everything he knew in one breath.

"My name is Kento Handa, and I belong to the Japanese Cabinet Intelligence Department. My position is a radio operator. My partner is Yamaguchi Mami. She is a telecommunications expert at the Army General Staff Headquarters.

Our mission is to cooperate with independent mixed elites of the 18th Brigade to attack your safety points and find evidence and location of the secret printing factory.

I don’t know where the people of the 18th Brigade are. I only know that they have about 40 people. The commander is a captain of the Central League. I am willing to cooperate with you."

Handa made a move, but it seemed like he had no move. He only provided a name to help the Military Control Commission determine the enemy's identity and background, which had no effect on catching the remaining Japanese spies.

Zuo Chong blew the tea in the cup and recorded the matter of the Cabinet Intelligence Department. The Military Control Commission did not know much about this organization. You can ask Nobita afterwards.

After Guqi finished recording the confession, his eyes swept over the trembling Hantian, took out a wooden box, took out something from it, and held it in his hand and said coldly.

"This is Yamaguchi, so beautiful, hehe, she can't be beautiful now.

Don’t blame me for not reminding you that if you only know this information, you will be like her in no time. Do you understand!"

The frightened Banda raised his head and looked at the things in Guqi's hand. He was so scared that his body shrank back, his face turned pale, and a nausea in his stomach almost vomited out.

Yamaguchi Mami, who had committed suicide before, had her head lifted in the air at this time. The bullet holes on her lower jaw and the top of her head, the blood at the corners of her eyes and mouth, and her eyes widened, forming a terrifying picture in the dim light.

"I, I really don't know where they are. The other party came once after the action..."

Banda was in a mess and hurriedly told him about the communication process of his communication with the personnel of the 18th Brigade, fearing that he would move.

According to what he said, he and Yamamoto Mami sneaked into the Yama Castle a month ago and were familiar with the local situation. The people from the 18th Brigade only met with them two days before the operation.

During the action, except for Nakasa, the leader, who talked to him for a few words, no one else spoke or did not take any extra actions. He really couldn't provide any other clues.

"Do you know who the mole is in the Military Control Commission?" Guqi held up his glasses and asked a question he was most concerned about.

Banda's head shook quickly and admitted that he was just a technician and that he was responsible for the actions of the 18th Brigade. Even if there was a mole, the other party would not tell him.

Guqi listened and recorded. After the record was finished, he asked Bantian to sign and write, and finally handed over the confession to Zuo Chong and asked what to do next.

Zuo Chong had read the confession and remained silent. He always felt that the enemy's behavior in this case was a bit strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

After hesitating for a while, he asked Guqi to take all the files and read them quickly, once, twice, and three times. After reading them for a few times, he suddenly made a discovery.

He put his hand on his chin and rubbed it constantly, and his left hen's eyes became brighter and brighter. He returned the document to Guqi and asked a question.

"Lao Gu, Lao Song, do you think there is something missing in these confessions?"

What's missing?

Guqi listened to the deputy director's question and thought quickly in his mind. Could it be that someone under his command had missed important clues?

impossible.

His men knew that either old intelligence or excellent students in the training class would not be able to make such low-level mistakes.

Song Minghao was also confused and flipped over the confession like Zuo Chong. After reading it, he was confused and confused, and hesitant and didn't know how to answer.

"Oh, you guys."

Zuo Chong sighed and pointed at the two of them and taught them a lesson in a tone of regret.

"I have said it many times, but the clues won't come out by themselves. You have to learn to use your brain to go to the conference room and inform Wu Chunyang, Wu Jingzhong, and Gui Youguang to come back for a meeting.

There will be a task that you have to complete, so you must keep it confidential, even if the people in the bureau cannot disclose it.

If you let the outside world out, who can find the remaining Japanese spies and double the reward, I, Zuo Chong, personally owe him a favor."

After speaking, he got up and walked out of the interrogation room. Gu Qi and Song Minghao were full of questions. They were stunned for a long time before they reacted and hurriedly chased after him.

The Military Control Commission is moving, and the Japanese spies are moving too.
Chapter completed!