"You should be able to understand Chinese. For elite agents like you, speaking Chinese is the most basic learning subject. After all, you Japanese have been coveting China's land and resources for a year or two."
"Now I'm telling you to listen, but after a while, I hope it's you telling me to listen. You can take a look. There are no interrogation tools in this room, which means that I won't use those rough conventional methods to force him out. Your confession, because I have a better way, a way that you don’t even know about.”
At this moment, a person walked into the room and said something to several figures sitting behind a table, and then, the voice came again.
"Another one of you has woken up. It seems that he is a subordinate whose physical fitness and willpower are second only to yours. This also shows that he is a trustworthy comrade in your mind. We can do an experiment on him later."
"I know that you are all veterans who have undergone rigorous anti-trial training. You are extremely loyal and firm to your empire in terms of spirit and belief. However, the results may often disappoint you. You can watch from the sidelines. Let your men suffer."
"Of course, I don't. Watching the execution will make you have childish thoughts of fear and fear. This is an insult to you and an insult to my IQ. I just hope that you will use a professional perspective to evaluate. What you call How many times can the loyalty and faith of your empire and your emperor withstand such methods, once? Or twice?"
"By the way, none of the Japanese agents I have interrogated, whether they are in the military or civilian swordsmen, have been killed more than twice. Without exception, they all confessed. If possible, I hope to see it today A tough guy who can withstand more than three times will not disappoint me, it will only make me admire him."
As soon as the man finished speaking, the room fell into silence. Harada Keita could no longer hear any sound except his own heavy breathing, as if the few shadows in front of him did not exist.
He has high attainments in both karate and judo, so of course he knows what this means. The people sitting across from him are all masters, and they are masters whose aura is so long that it is indistinguishable.
In Japan, such masters can be counted on one hand, and they can already be called the master level.
But now, there are four of them in front of me, and their voices sound very young.
Keita Harada believes that there are not many such masters in China, and most of them are aloof and arrogant, have their own system, and like to work alone.
How could such a master-level master join forces? And it seems to be very organized, which makes people feel scared and confused.
Suddenly, Harada Keita, who had basically recovered his brain, thought of the mysterious small Chinese army and the mysterious Chinese commander. What if... what if that army is composed of such masters? Only a team of such experts can unleash astonishing combat effectiveness and create victory and miracles on the battlefield one after another.
Harada Keita's breathing tightened and his heart beat faster. He felt that he was close to the truth.
Think about it, an army composed entirely of martial arts masters, after undergoing rigorous military training, what kind of combat effectiveness will they unleash?
However, most martial arts masters are rebellious and unruly people. How difficult it is to make them obey orders, strictly abide by military disciplines and obey command and management from the bottom of their hearts. At least it is still difficult to achieve in Japan at present. It may be possible for middle and low-level warriors, but it is basically impossible for high-level warriors, let alone those masters of various schools. They are either old, famous or have status. Who can command them? Who dares to command them?
Thinking of this, Harada Keita couldn't help but secretly admire the mysterious Chinese commander. Not only was this man a military genius, but he must also be a master of martial arts. Only then could he gather a group of masters around him who were convinced of him. Such a person Not only is it admirable, but it is also terrifying.
Keita Harada sighed secretly in his heart, such important information could no longer be passed on. He knew that once people like him were captured, there would be no way to survive. It was just whether he could confirm his conjecture before he died. This became what he longed for most now.
At this moment, several hooded soldiers came in from the door. They came over and moved their chairs to a corner away from direct light, without gagging him.
Then several more people came in carrying a man who was also tied to a chair. Keita Harada saw that the man was his right-hand man Masato Ishiihara.
After Masato Ishiihara was carried in, he ignored the dazzling lights and stared around with red eyes, making a "wuwu" sound from his mouth that was blocked by a ball of cloth.
At this time, a person behind the table came over. He blocked the light that was shining directly on Masato Ishiihara's face with his body. The eyes exposed on his hood stared at Masato Ishiihara with bright eyes and said: "I won't ask you questions now. When you want to Just nod when you say it, and then I need to answer all questions.”
This person's voice was not the same as the previous one, Harada Keita judged. But now he wants Masato Ishiihara to know that he is next to him, with him.
"Ishii, hold on, don't embarrass Captain Nakata." Keita Harada suddenly spoke in Japanese.
Only then did Ishiihara Masato realize that there was still a team leader watching in the corner. Although he tried to turn his head to look, his eyes that had been stimulated by the strong light could not see clearly. He could only nod firmly and said something in his heart. : "Hey!"
Keita Harada saw that the person standing next to Ishii suddenly struck out like the wind, hitting Masato Ishiihara several times, and then retreated and sat down behind the table.
At this time, the light shone directly on Ishiihara Masato's face. Harada Keita noticed that Ishii's face instantly turned the color of pig liver, and veins and blood vessels bulged out on his forehead, squirming ferociously as if they were about to burst. The scream that came out of his mouth was like a hysterical but incoherent roar after his throat was penetrated deeply by a hot iron.
While Ishiihara Masato let out a weird scream, his body twisted hard, regardless of the pain caused by the tightly tied rope digging into his flesh, and the chair fixed behind him also creaked.
Not long after, Harada Keita smelled a foul smell, and he was shocked. He knew that Ishii had become incontinent. This is a symptom that occurs after the nervous system is extremely stimulated and becomes disordered. It is usually caused by electrocution to extract a confession. Symptoms are caused when high-intensity current passes through the body.
Now that person just clicked a few times and actually achieved such an effect. So what kind of pain and torture is Ishii suffering now? Can he still persist?
