At 1 p.m. that day, a Mercedes 770K car took the lead and drove quickly into the heavily fortified MI6 compound on Changle Road in Jinling.
Seeing this, Shen Qiqi quickly stepped forward and opened the back seat door, "Lu Zuo, why are you here?"
"Let me see, Major Shen, during your actions on the night of the 27th, were there any injuries?"
"Haha, Mr. Lu, please don't underestimate our MI6 Bureau. As for the more than a hundred Japanese in the Fuso Consulate, none of them were injured or killed under the leadership of Shen," Shen Qiqi replied slightly arrogantly.
After all, the last time he teamed up with Duma, they slaughtered more than 40 Fuso pigs at the Hangzhou Special High School Headquarters overnight. He, Shen Qiqi, has the qualifications to be arrogant.
"Yes, the backbone of your MI6 should also be promoted. Yan Shenying was promoted to major general, and you and Duma were promoted to colonel." Lu Xiaojia handed out three sets of epaulettes from his pocket.
"Come on, show me your torture chamber."
"Yes, Master!" Shen Qiqi happily took the epaulette like a child.
Note: The author is not a fool. After thinking for a long time, he decided to write this paragraph and execute Ishii Lingchi as revenge for those compatriots who died unjustly.
In the dark underground torture chamber, the strong smell of blood filled the place. Bamboo sticks, whips, iron wires, steel pliers, iron drills were placed on wooden racks...
Takeyama Shi, the head of the Special High School Course, had all his fingernails forcibly removed and inserted bamboo sticks.
His body was also beaten to pieces, and then he was tied up and fixed to the electric chair.
"There is an old saying in our country that those who know the current affairs are heroes. With the various instruments of torture you have in front of you, I think sooner or later you will be able to pry your mouth open."
Several executioners dressed as butchers were busy singing the praises, "I hope Mr. Zhushan will not hide anything and start friendly cooperation with us. Our MI6 Bureau will not treat you badly..."
"Baga, I can't possibly tell you any secrets about the empire~ah~ah!"
Lu Xiaojia saw that Zhushan Zhi's head was covered with smoke from the electric shock, and then slowly turned off the switch, "Colonel Shen, don't tell me, this electric chair of yours is quite fun!"
"It's fun, Lu Zuo, please play more." Shen Qiqi motioned to several executioners to leave.
"Baga! Let me and Mr. Zhushan go out quickly, you bunch of lowly Chinese people."
"Otherwise, when our Fuso Empire's army arrives, you will all die!" Ishii, who was tied to the cross, could not sit still.
"Hey, I won't let go. I still want to play. What can you do to me?" After saying that, Lu Xiaojia turned on the switch again and made Zhushan Zhidian incontinent.
What the hell, what did you bunch of beasts do to the Chinese martyrs in your previous life? I will pay it back to you today.
Lu Xiaojia twitched the switch back and forth, and 10 milliamps of current flowed through Zhushan Zhi. It was so satisfying that green smoke came out of its head, and it fainted.
It's boring, this Fuso man's small body is not very good, he passed out after a few times without power.
And when she saw the inhuman black-and-white photos in the briefcase on the wooden table and the notebook recording the experiments, Lu Xiaojia showed a cruel smile. It seemed that she was well prepared.
Taro Ishii, the founder of Fuso Kingdom’s Kwantung Army 731 Epidemic Prevention and Water Supply Unit, in his previous life, he led the group of demons in China and killed tens of thousands of innocent Chinese people in an extremely cruel and inhumane way. But the final outcome is to enjoy old age in peace, which is a fact that many Chinese people have never been able to accept.
Lu Xiaojia looked at the intact Taro Ishii and said viciously: "Taro Ishii, today you will die in endless repentance, and you damn bastard will go to hell!" After that, he snapped his fingers.
"Hahaha, you cowardly Chinese, our Fuso Bushido spirit is tenacious, I will not succumb to your torture." Ishii was very rampant and had no idea what he was about to face.
The iron door of the torture room opened, and a military doctor in a white coat came in. He took out a bottle of methamphetamine from the medical box and injected it into Ishii without saying a word.
"Baga, you... what did you, a lowly Chinese, do to me? What was injected into me..." Taro Ishii felt his whole body boiling, and his senses became very sensitive.
Lu Xiaojia sneered twice: "Haha, what are you doing? You will know soon. Come in."
As soon as he finished speaking, a burly man in short clothes, about fifty years old, with a leopard head and eyes, and thick lips pushed the door in.
"Young man, Ma Jin, pay your respects to Mr. Lu."
"Haha, Ishii, I forgot to introduce you. This is Ma Jin, the disciple of Yuan Hong, the chief executioner of the Ministry of Punishment in the former Xuan Dynasty of China. He can do anything like gouging out gallbladders, beheading Lingchi in half, skinning, and being cut into pieces with a thousand knives. You have all these skills, and you also have mastery of Lingchi sword skills, I hope you can persevere until the end."
Seeing Lu Xiaojia's signal to take action, Ma Jin no longer delayed and took off the big leather bag he was carrying.
After opening it and sorting it out, I saw dozens of knives of various sizes and types, such as sharp blades, gut-gouging swords, chiqing, cunqing... everything you want.
Ma Jin took out a pair of fishing nets and put them tightly on the naked Taro Ishii. When he saw the fishing nets, he immediately made square blood marks on his body.
Then Ma Jin took off his boots again, crumpled the shiny cloth socks into a ball, and stuffed them directly into its mouth regardless of Ishii's curses.
After all, Ling Chi was in a lot of pain. It wouldn't be good if Taro Ishii couldn't hold on and started howling miserably, disturbing the neighbors while they were playing poker.
Immediately afterwards, Ma Jin pulled out two small sharp blades, Shaqing and Cunqing, and waved his hands on Taro Ishii's small body. As the two knives were swung, pieces of flesh as thin as silkworm wings were cut off and fell into the ground.
Ishii Taro suppressed his blush, veins popped out in his wrists, and his feet trembled. Then his face turned from red to white, then from white to red, and finally turned purple again, and big beads of sweat fell like rain.
The drug effect of methamphetamine will keep him awake at all times and enjoy this wonderful process of insomnia.
This Ling Chi is definitely a technical job. The executioner must be quick and accurate when cutting the knife. There should be no sloppiness under the knife, otherwise the prisoner will be easily killed alive and the main blood vessels of the human body must be avoided.
However, it was only a dozen stabs, and Taro Ishii became incontinent with feces and urine. His red bloodshot eyes were almost squeezed out of their sockets. The cloth socks in his mouth were bitten and bleeding. This meant that his teeth were loosened. , enough to prove how cruel this Lingchi execution was.
Seeing this, Ma Jin grabbed the powder from his pocket and sprinkled it on the wound, seemingly to stop the bleeding, and then started cutting with the blade.
It was actually the first time for Lu Xiaojia to see the legendary torture of Ling Chi. She shuddered and her palms were sweating unconsciously.
After all, previous lives were all about civilization, so how could there be such cruel and inhumane punishments.
In about three hours, Ma Jin chopped off Ishii's legs until the bones were exposed, and the pectoralis major muscle had already been cut into pieces, exposing the fleshy ribs.
Ishii's chest heaved violently, and his internal organs lost the restraint of muscles and were expanding outwards, as if they could tear apart the albuginea and break out of the body at any time.
The tattered lips were horribly pale, and blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth, which was a sign that he was dying.
Upon seeing this, the military doctor wanted to inject Ishii with methamphetamine again, but was stopped by Lu Xiaojia.
It's almost done. There's no need for further injections. This devil is reaching the end of his life.
Suddenly, Ma Jin suddenly squatted down, stretched out his left hand and grabbed it hard with two fingers, and cut off the cicada pupa between Ishii's legs with lightning and flint.
Ishii was gagged and made a sound of "Woo! Woo! Woo!". Ma Jin put away his knife and stood up.
"Lu Zuo, the villain has now completed Ling Chi's 999 dollars. Please complete the last step."
"Well, I understand." After saying that, Lu Xiaojia pulled out the Ruger P08 pistol from his waist.
"boom !"
As the saying goes, keeping pace with the times and using a gun to kill the last person with a thousand cuts can be considered an innovation.
