Huizhong Hotel.
Jiro Matsumoto hurriedly walked into the hotel.
As the head of the Nanjing secret service, he made great achievements this time.
He falsely claimed that he was Korean and became a very good "friend" with Xiong Zizhuang, a major staff officer of the Nationalist Government's Military Commission.
Pieces of information were obtained from Xiong Zizhuang at the wine table.
Especially the strategic defense map of the National Government Army that was just stolen, this is simply a miracle.
He is bound to become a legend in the history of espionage.
If Park Zhongmin called so urgently, he must have some important information.
Room 318.
The door was ajar, Matsumoto Erlang looked around and quickly walked in.
This is a luxurious suite with a living room outside and a bedroom inside.
Matsumoto Erlang did not see Park Zhongmin, but saw a young and beautiful woman wearing a well-fitting cheongsam sitting on the sofa in the living room.
"I made the wrong move." Jiro Matsumoto said immediately.
"No." The woman actually stood up with a smile: "Boss Park is in the bedroom."
Matsumoto Jiro suddenly became alert.
Park Zhongmin will never let a third party appear when he is in contact with him!
trap!
He turned around and wanted to leave, but it was too late.
Three guys with big muscles and round waists rushed in and pushed Jiro Matsumoto to the ground.
"What are you doing, what are you doing!" Jiro Matsumoto struggled desperately.
Meng Shaoyuan walked in slowly, glanced at Zhu Yanni, and nodded towards her.
"Help, help." Zhu Yanni suddenly burst into tears, tearing open her collar, pointing at Jiro Matsumoto on the ground and crying:
"This gangster broke in, pushed me down, and wanted to rape me...rape me!"
"Let me go, let me go!" Jiro Matsumoto used up all his strength and was unable to move as he was pressed down by three big men: "That's nonsense, that's nonsense!"
Meng Shaoyuan knelt down: "I am from the Detective Team of the Nanjing Public Security Bureau!"
(Note: After 1937, the "Public Security Bureau" of each provincial capital city would be renamed the "Police Station".)
Meng Shaoyuan pointed at Zhu Yanni: "You said that a woman would ruin her reputation, that you would do something worse than a pig or a dog? Name!"
Matsumoto Jiro suddenly realized it and no longer panicked.
This is the "immortal jump".
There are some police officers who will specifically find this kind of woman, frame her up, and then hit her hard.
I guess Park Zhongmin also fell into their hands, right?
Jiro Matsumoto was relieved: "My name is Wu Xingliang, Korean. I was wrongly accused, wrongly accused."
"Unjustly accused? You mean unjustly accused? Damn it, do you think our police are stupid?" Meng Shaoyuan acted like a rogue policeman: "Tie him up and take him back!"
In a moment, Matsumoto Jiro was tied up.
Meng Shaoyuan waved his hand: "Let's go!"
When he was taken downstairs, the guests in the hotel came out to watch, curiously pointing at Matsumoto Jiro.
Meng Shaoyuan raised his voice in particular: "I caught a gangster and want to be strong, don't even look at him, don't even look at him."
Jiro Matsumoto just wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl under it.
As for Meng Shaoyuan's men, they never thought that he would use this method to arrest Matsumoto Jiro!
Meng Shaoyuan called Liu Huanwen over and ordered in a low voice: "Immediately launch a comprehensive search of the offices of Damo Mao Company and Matsumoto Jiro!"
…
"Name!"
Jiro Matsumoto knew that he had been fooled. Just like Park Zhongmin, he never dreamed that this group of guys calling themselves "police" would actually be spies.
Now, all he has to do is grit his teeth and never reveal his true identity: "I told you, my name is Wu Xingliang, I am Korean and I came to Nanjing to do business."
"Oh, that's it." Meng Shaoyuan smiled: "Originally, if you were Japanese, I really wouldn't dare do anything to you. There is no other way. Otherwise, your Japanese Embassy will protest today and issue an ultimatum tomorrow. I A little spy can't afford to be punished. But you are Korean? That's easy to handle. Let me ask you one last time, where are you from? "
"Korea!" Jiro Matsumoto risked his life.
Meng Shaoyuan waved his hand: "Torture!"
Xiang Shounong smiled ferociously and picked up the whip from the bucket.
"Ah...ah!"
A series of screams echoed in the air.
This kind of whip dipped in water can really kill someone if hit with more than a dozen whips.
Xiang Shounong whipped him several times. He was afraid that he would really beat the other party to death, so he stopped temporarily: "Tell me, what is your name!"
"Wu...Xing...Liang..."
Although Matsumoto Jiro was extremely angry, he insisted on not letting go.
"Shao Yuan, this guy has a tough mouth." Xiang Shounong turned around: "Fight again?"
Meng Shaoyuan discovered that when Xiang Shounong was talking, he was holding the whip tightly in his hand, veins were popping out on the back of his hand, and his nostrils were still moving.
This is a sign of excited anticipation.
This guy has psychological problems and likes to torture people, but he is indeed the most suitable candidate for execution.
"If I hit him again, he won't be able to hold on. I still want to live." Meng Shaoyuan said slowly, "Come on, let me teach you a way."
Hey, seven years later, the Sino-US Cooperation Institute was established, and more than 130 torture instruments were successively installed. Meng Shaoyuan visited them in his previous life, and most of them were remembered in his mind.
I'll do all kinds of experiments on you, and I'm not afraid that you won't succeed!
He called Xiang Shounong to his side and whispered a few words in his ear.
Xiang Shounong was dumbfounded and looked at Meng Shaoyuan stupidly: "Shaoyuan, don't be a pervert, can you think of such a perverted method?"
Holy shit!
Meng Shaoyuan's nose was almost crooked with anger.
You're obviously a fucking psychopath, but you're actually blaming me...
…
Half an hour later.
Jiro Matsumoto woke up leisurely.
When he saw Xiang Shounong pick up another bamboo stick, he completely collapsed:
"Don't...don't..."
"Don't do it!" Xiang Shounong was anxious.
He was just getting into the mood.
Unfortunately, Jiro Matsumoto can no longer bear it:
"My name is...Matsumoto Jiro...Japanese..."
