Cicada Moving

Chapter 228 Minghao’s Disaster

"Liu Gui, has the chief of the Second Division relented? The interrogation needs to be speeded up and the intensity can be a little stronger to avoid long nights and dreams." Xu Enzeng was lying leisurely on a chair with a cigar in his mouth and asked a smart and capable young man with a crew cut. .

Liu Gui in his mouth replied respectfully: "Report to the director, this person is very tough. He claimed that he only had work exchanges with the military and did not know anything else. I have already asked him to be sentenced."

Xu Enzeng exhaled a puff of smoke, thinking about the possible counterattacks of Dai Chunfeng and Zuo Zhong, but this time the division was famous, and it was impossible for the Secret Service to save people through procedures. The only way was to rob people by force, but that was better. ah.

He put down his cigar and waved to Liu Gui: "Have the personnel been organized? If those gangsters from the Secret Service come to rob people, are you sure they will be caught in one fell swoop? What else do you need?"

Liu Gui replied in a low voice: "More than a hundred investigation staff have been organized. I have not used the special agents where the situation is very important. If possible, please ask the director to mobilize more military helpers.

 It is definitely not lucky for the Secret Service to be able to fight back and forth with the Japanese. I heard that they are accustomed to using heavy firepower and dangerous materials. If they carry out a demolition assault here, I am afraid that everyone will not be able to withstand it. "

Xu Enzeng was satisfied, and took out a piece of paper from the drawer and handed it to Liu Gui: "It is better to be cautious than the arrogance of that **** Wang Aofu. Look, a platoon of regular troops in the 88th Division is all under your command. Be sure to give Give the other side a lesson.”

The 88th Division is the ace unit of the National Army. In the 21st year of the Republic of China, it fought the Japanese in Shanghai and defeated the many with less, forcing the Japanese army to change commanders four times. It is a first-rate elite division. Xu Enzeng It is not easy to mobilize a platoon of troops.

Liu Gui had a deep understanding of the director's determination, and then thinking about the outcome of his friend Wang Aofu, he said categorically: "Director, unless they step on the corpse of a lowly official, they can't take away anyone."

Xu Enzeng quickly raised his hand: "Farewell, Wang Aofu has promised with his head several times. Even now, some people still joke that he is Wang Aofu, a nine-headed worm. We can't let such things happen again."

Liu Gui smiled awkwardly. Wang Aofu was indeed very unreliable, but he was still his beloved relative and friend. He must not disappear without any reason, especially if he had nothing to do with the underground party.

A few days ago, the additional election to the Secretariat was stopped because of Wang Aofu's relationship with him. Liu Gui was tired of being implicated by a dead man. This time he caught the sore leg of the Secret Service and must find out about it.

He laughed dryly: "Okay, director, I'll use that little **** Zuo Zhong's head as a guarantee, okay? As long as they dare to rob someone, my subordinates will definitely give you this person's head, I guarantee it."

 Xu Enzeng nodded perfunctorily. He understood Zuo Zhong's cunning better than anyone else. Wanting to see his head was tantamount to wishful thinking. However, it was a good thing that Liu Gui had confidence. He responded with a smile.

At this time, in an interrogation room, Song Minghao was tied to a shelf, and people from the secret service headquarters were beating him with a whip dipped in salt water. When the whip was struck, there was a deep wound, and blood spattered.

"Ah, I am really not an underground party. If I lie to you, I am not raised by my parents. You will be in trouble if you do this. Our section chief will never let you go. Ah, don't hit your brother."

Song Minghao finally understood how tenacious those Japanese spies were. Now just one appetizer had already made him worse than death. He wished he could sell his parents. If he was put on the electric chair, he would probably say whatever they asked him to say. what.

“Damn, you’re so tough-talking. You threw away a batch of weapons, and then the underground party used the same weapons to rob prisoners and kill so many of our comrades. How could such a coincidence happen? Please tell me the truth.”

The interrogator's eyes were red. After speaking, he whipped Song Minghao **** the chest. The beautifully crafted custom-made suit instantly turned into pieces of rags, and blood slowly flowed down the corners of the clothes.

Perhaps the deterrence was not enough. After a few whips, the person in the first place changed the whip to pliers, and after thinking about it, he changed it to a blade. Song Minghao's eyes followed the opponent's movements, and the pain in his lower abdomen became more and more intense. The stronger he gets, the harder he becomes.

A secret agent glanced at him and sneered: "What, you're scared? If you're afraid, tell the person behind the scenes. Who is the underground party's liaison in the secret service? Is it Zuo Zhong?"

The target of Section 1 was not himself, but the section chief. Song Minghao suddenly peed. Perhaps it was the confidence given by Zuo Zhong, or perhaps it was the release of pressure that strengthened his will.

Song Minghao remained silent despite the other party's words and inducements. Recalling his previous interrogation experience, he understood that the other party was exerting pressure and wanted him to fabricate a confession to frame the section chief.

Others don't know Zuo Zhong's methods, but Song Minghao knows it all too well. He took care of the section chief Zhao Lijun when he came to the Investigation Section. Next, Tang Zong waits. If he dares to betray Zuo Zhong, Zuo Zhong will definitely use the most powerful methods. Cruel means to punish him.

One of the interrogators didn’t understand. Song Minghao, who was clearly on the verge of collapse, suddenly changed. Could it be that this guy was really an underground party member?

“Hit me, give me a hard beating, first pull out his fingernails and let him know that we are not vegetarians. If he wants to act like a tough guy, he is looking in the wrong place.”

The head of the interrogator became angry, picked up the vise and walked towards Song Minghao. The expression on his face was particularly ferocious. Song Minghao sighed in his heart. He had been a weakling and a coward all his life. It has to be tough.

The nails are clamped in a vise, and can be separated by just pulling hard. If someone is using cruel methods, they will deliberately and slowly exert force to make the victim suffer repeated pain. This is obviously the case with the people in Yiyi.

Song Minghao closed his eyes and felt a cold piece of iron against his fingernails. He secretly took a breath and prepared for the tremendous pain that followed. He never thought that one day he would be the victim of torture.

"Chief Song, we are all colleagues. You know how painful it will be. I advise you to speak up." "It's useless to talk more. If you want to take action, hurry up. But I remind you, be careful."

Hearing Song Minghao's threats, the interrogators didn't take it seriously. There were too many party and state officials being interrogated here, and no one could speak harshly before the execution. When the execution came, they all cried for mercy.

He didn't say a word, and dug the sharp pliers into Song Minghao's nails. The bright red blood slowly overflowed. Song Minghao shivered without making a sound. Making a sound was to show weakness. Once he showed weakness, he would face more painful things. penalty.

Severe pain, as if someone put hot iron tongs into his brain and stirred it, blue veins popped out on Song Minghao's forehead, and the burning feeling filled his whole body, but it soon became less unbearable, not that it didn't hurt, but Numb.

The interrogator was keenly aware of it. He smiled and pushed the vise in the opposite direction. The nails that had been separated from the flesh were pushed back. The numb pain nerves activated again. Song Minghao's muscles beat rhythmically, and his consciousness slowly disappeared.

The interrogator was satisfied. This colleague from the Secret Service was very strong. Among the people he interrogated, he ranked at least in the top three. From this, he confirmed that Song Minghao had a problem, because the top two people were underground party members. No normal person can be so resistant.

Flogging and nail removal seemed useless. The interrogator tilted his head, and the assistant next to him knowingly pushed out a chair. It was the electric chair, the core technology of the United States. Several sets of equipment were also introduced in one place.

“Let Chief Song sit for a while. It sounds like their secret service likes to let people sit on the electric chair. Let him have a taste of it today and experience it for himself.”

The interrogator smiled ferociously. The Secret Service had killed so many of their colleagues, and he would not stop easily unless Song Minghao was dealt with today.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ification.

Someone opened the door and anxiously walked towards the interrogator and whispered something. The interrogator nodded and looked at the assistant: "Let Chief Song rest. When I come back, we will continue shaving him."

After saying that, the interrogator walked out of the interrogation room. Song Minghao was shaved clean from beginning to end by several spies. His head was shining. Compared with Gui Youguang's big bald head, he looked like a peeled egg. , white and tender, very conspicuous.

The little agent touched Song Minghao's head: "This guy is a big shot. He is the chief of the military section of the Secret Service. He has a good relationship with the military. He is making a lot of money every day in the arms trade he is involved in. He is a rich man.

Now that it's in our hands, what's the use of having a huge family fortune and a high position? Hey, why don't you just recruit him? I'll ask the chief for a favor and at least give you a treatment worthy of your status. How about you? "

Song Minghao's head was dizzy, and he laughed miserably after listening to this person's persuasion. A tiger would be bullied by a dog, and a dragon would be tricked by a shrimp in the shallow water. In the past, such a small person had to wait in line even to talk to him, even if he didn't dare to touch him. , that’s all, time is also destiny.

The little agent was a little disappointed when he saw that Song Minghao didn't speak. He would definitely confess honestly when the electric chair was opened later. It seemed that the credit would not be established, so he turned around and set the parameters of the electric chair.

Song Minghao had electrodes attached to his body. Everyone was waiting for the interrogator to come back. Only the other party had the right to order the switch to be turned on. Song Minghao laughed while waiting. This reminded him of the time when Chen Jianzhong was interrogated. It was really a bit... Satire.

The people at the secret service headquarters didn't understand what he was laughing at. At this moment, there were rapid footsteps outside. Song Minghao retracted his smile. There was no need to anger the other party if he resisted. It was courting death. Let's see how long he could resist. He closed his eyes. be prepared.

“Where are you, let Chief Song go quickly, you bunch of blind bastards.” The interrogator shouted a shocking sentence as soon as he entered the door.

"What?"

 “Team leader?”

The interrogator forced a smile: "Chief Song, my brother was rude just now. Don't worry, you will be home when you get there. If you don't let go of Chief Song immediately, please go to a single cell."

“Team leader, you, the division chief and section chief, will be held accountable. Our brothers will just pretend that we didn’t hear anything.” The assistant quickly stopped the interrogator.

The interrogator pushed him away and shouted with a cry: "Your sister-in-law and nephew were kidnapped by Wang Badan from the Secret Service. More than a dozen people surrounded them and said they would protect them. This is too much!"

Song Minghao: "Huh?"

 (End of this chapter)