"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 has a very tough mouth. 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 the gang of bastards from the Secret Service come to rob people, are you sure that they will be killed 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 luck 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 bastard Wang Aofu. Look, a platoon of regular troops in the 88th Division is all under your command. Be sure to give Teach the other party 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 the nine-headed worm Wang Aofu. We can't let such things happen again."
Liu Gui smiled awkwardly. Wang Aofu was indeed very unreliable, but no matter what, 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 this matter.
He laughed dryly: "Okay, director, I'll use that little bastard 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 have a tough mouth. 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, and after speaking, he whipped Song Minghao hard on 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, 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, are you 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 the first department was not him, 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.
Allowing the other party's words and inducement, Song Minghao remained silent. 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 gang 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 vise clamps the nails, and they can be separated by just pulling hard. If the method is vicious, the nails will be slowly and deliberately forced to make the victim suffer repeated pain. Apparently this is the case for 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 become a victim.
"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."
Listening to Song Minghao's threats, the interrogators didn't take it seriously. There were so many party and state officials being interrogated here, and no one was soft-spoken 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.
Whipping 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 in the electric chair. Let him have a taste of it today and experience it for himself."
The interrogator smiled ferociously. The Secret Service had messed with so many of their colleagues, and he would not stop easily unless Song Minghao was dealt with today.
"Bang."
Someone opened the door and anxiously walked towards the interrogator and whispered something. The interrogator nodded and looked at the assistant: "Let Chief Song have a 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: "If you say 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 hire him? I'll ask the officer for a favor and at least give you a treatment that's consistent with your status. How about that? "
Song Minghao's head was dizzy, and he laughed miserably after listening to this person's persuasion. A tiger fell flat and was bullied by a dog, and a dragon wandered in shallow water and was teased by a shrimp. 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 himself. , that’s all, time is also destiny.
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Zuo Zhong said: "The rest is in (the author's words), right at the end of the article. If you change it during the day, the number of words will be the same, and there will be no extra deductions."
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A person has childhood, adulthood and old age, and I don’t think anyone would think this is unsatisfactory. A day has morning, noon, and sunset, and a year has four seasons: spring, summer, autumn, and winter. There is no better way than this.
There is nothing good or bad in life, there is only a question of "what is good in that season".
If we hold this biological concept of life and live according to the seasons, no one except arrogant idiots and hopeless idealists will deny that life is indeed like a poem. past.
Shakespeare expressed this concept very clearly in his section on the seven stages of life, and many Chinese writers have said similar things.
It is strange that Shakespeare did not become a religious person, nor did he show great concern for religion. I think this is what makes him great;
He looked at life as it was, and he did not disturb the arrangement and organization of everything in the world, just as he never disturbed the characters in his plays.
Unlike my mother, my father doesn't have the kind of greetings or trivial long-lasting thoughts that my mother does. There is no father who doesn't love his children, so you don't need to doubt his love for you.
Father's love is as tall as a mountain, as warm as the sun, and as wide as the ocean.
