The little dark room has a very small window.
If you know how to shrink your bones, you might be able to get out. But Zhang Yong doesn't.
In fact, he has no skills at all.
No matter in his previous life or now, he is the most mediocre person.
sit on the floor.
His eyes were dull.
I don’t know what kind of fate I will encounter.
I hope the Lixingshe gang will not label themselves as suspected espionage suspects. otherwise……
Even if he died, no one would know.
injustice.
I am really not an accomplice of the Japanese spies...
really not……
"Bang!"
Suddenly, a small iron door opened in the wall. Stuff in two steamed buns. And a bowl of water.
The steamed buns are quite yellow. If it were a previous life, I wouldn't even look at it. If I bought it, I would definitely complain to the store. What quality is this. But now, I am confused.
The bowl is a ceramic bowl. If broken, it can be used to cut the pulse and commit suicide. Cutting the neck seems to work. However, he didn't have the courage.
He is afraid of pain. Also afraid of suffering. In a spy drama, he would never survive an episode.
Until I'm hungry. Just gnawed the steamed buns. Drink water.
Like a zombie.
The only thing I could do was watch the light change outside the small window.
dark night...
daytime……
dark night...
daytime……
It seems that a lot has been thought about. It seemed like he wasn't thinking about anything. semi-consciously. vaguely.
"Clang..."
Finally, suddenly, the big iron door opened.
The eyes are empty. Not even looking towards the door. He was afraid that they were here to drag him out and shoot him.
Unjustly accused...
What an injustice...
But there was no point in shouting. Others won't listen to you.
"stand up!"
Li Boqi's voice came.
So he stood up numbly. It didn't work out.
My legs are sore and numb. I don’t want to get up either.
If you want to shoot him, shoot him. Drag me out like a dead dog...
"Not shooting you."
"You have made a meritorious service!"
Suddenly, Li Boqi said again.
Zhang Yong slowly turned his head. very slow. Because my neck is also stiff.
Merit?
Not by shooting?
Oh, that's okay. I'm alive.
"Pull him up."
"yes!"
Then, Zhang Yong was pulled up.
Two agents picked him up and took him out of the dark room. Seeing the light outside, Zhang Yong was convinced that he was still alive.
Was taken to a spacious room. There is nothing inside.
There are no tables, chairs or stools. All was empty. The ground is also very hard. It seems to be Shimi?
don't know……
I don’t know what Li Boqi is going to do.
This group of people in Lixing Society are all very vicious. He didn't even dare to communicate with them.
"Stand in the corner."
"yes."
Obediently walked to the corner and stood there.
Facing the corner. His back was turned to Li Boqi. So nervous. Afraid of the sound of a gun being pulled from behind.
"With your back to the wall."
"yes."
Turn around slowly.
He saw Li Boqi waving. Then a lot of people came in.
To be precise, a group of agents came in with nine people. stand in a line. All men. Ages vary. Costumes vary.
Li Boqi came to Zhang Yong's side. Whispered: "Recognize the Japanese inside."
"Yes." Zhang Yong replied hurriedly.
In fact, he already knew the answer.
He knew it when these nine people just came in.
"Counting from the left."
"The fourth. The sixth. The ninth."
"you sure?"
"I am sure."
Zhang Yong answered affirmatively.
That's right, three Japanese. Clearly.
The strange thing is that they don't look like any Japanese. It's impossible to tell from the outside.
Damn spy!
They must all be spies! Otherwise, what's the point of pretending?
Pull them all out. Shot.
"Take it away." Li Boqi waved his hand.
"Let's go!" The agents took all the men away.
In the overly spacious room, only Li Boqi and Zhang Yong were left.
Li Boqi seemed to be thinking about something.
Zhang Yong stood quietly.
Not so scared anymore.
It seems like there is no need to be shot...
"You owe us a life." Li Boqi suddenly said.
"Yes." Zhang Yong replied dully.
I don’t know what this life means.
But the opponent was strong, so he could only endure it.
"Actually, if we don't care about your life or death, we can catch you alive."
"However, because I considered your safety, I shot the Japanese spy to death."
"So, the clue is broken."
Li Boqi said slowly. Then turned to look at him.
Zhang Yong remained silent.
"The one you just identified, No. 4, is Japanese. I arranged it. But, No. 6 and No. 9..."
"The two of them are definitely Japanese. If not, you shoot me!"
Zhang Yong is very confident about this.
For him who has no ability to catch chickens and no special skills, he can only make a living by relying on this little "crooked way".
If Lixingshe felt that he was valuable, perhaps his fate would change from then on.
At least, he still has a chance to walk out of Lixingshe alive.
"How did you judge that?"
"intuition."
"Intuition is unreliable."
"No. My instincts about the Japanese are pretty solid."
Zhang Yong insisted.
After experiencing the torture in the dark room, he seemed to be much stronger.
Opportunities must be seized.
Identifying the Japanese was his only chance.
There are so many spies in Lixingshe, and they have all kinds of talents. There are many people from military backgrounds.
Whether it's hand-to-hand combat or shooting, everyone is a good player.
However, it is said that one can pick out the hidden Japanese at a glance in the vast sea of people. Even if Boss Dai comes, he doesn't have such ability. This is his only foundation.
It is definitely right to catch the hidden Japanese and torture them severely.
If torture yields no results, just pull him out and shoot him. There will definitely be no injustice.
Why does a normal Japanese need to hide his identity?
"Somebody come!"
Li Boqi suddenly shouted.
A spy came in immediately outside the door. very energetic. Very tough.
They should all be transferred from the army. Both his shooting skills and boxing skills are very good. The target is a spy.
"Give him a gun."
"yes!"
The agent turned around and walked out.
Soon, he returned with a pistol. Pass it to Zhang Yong.
Zhang Yong shook his head.
He does not need it.
He's not very good at using this thing.
how to say? Within twenty meters, it may not be possible to hit accurately. Have tried this before.
During military training in his previous life, he used a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, which could still hit the target. But a pistol is harder to use than a rifle. Twenty meters away, it is difficult to hit the target. There is nothing.
I can't figure out Li Boqi's thoughts.
"Take it. From now on, you will work in our Lixing Society. You will be temporarily incorporated into our eighth action group."
"I don't use a gun."
"Why?"
"I don't know how to use it. It's not necessary."
"I've already given it to you. If you don't want it, you won't have a chance in the future."
"I do not want."
Zhang Yong insisted. Guns are not a good thing.
With a gun. Easier to become a suspect. He believed that Li Boqi would definitely continue to observe him.
"Take it away!"
Li Boqi waved his hand.
The agent then took the pistol away.
"come out."
"yes."
Zhang Yong followed Li Boqi.
Enter a basement. A little shady. It seems like a morgue?
right. It's a morgue. There were many corpses laid out. They were all covered with white cloth. There were several agents standing next to him. There are also two women.
"Can you tell which ones are Japanese?"
"I can't tell the difference between dead people."
"Why?"
"The dead have no breath."
"oh?"
Li Boqi's eyes narrowed.
Zhang Yong faced it calmly. Indeed not. Dead people cannot tell the difference.
Because dead people are not targets. It won't be displayed. This must be made clear in advance. To prevent Li Boqi from becoming suspicious.
"Come and see this."
Li Boqi waved. Call Zhang Yong to the innermost corpse.
Two female agents lifted the white cloth. Below is a female corpse.
There was only a wound on the throat. Everything else is intact.
Suddenly seeing the naked female corpse, Zhang Yong suddenly felt like a Muggle.
