When Xu Enzeng heard Sun Qitai's confession, his heart skipped a beat. He knew that the Northeast National Salvation Association had always been against the government and clamored for joint resistance against Japan every day, but he did not expect that there were dissidents among them.
Thinking of the famous figures in this organization, his scalp felt a little numb, and he felt that he might have stung a hornet's nest, and he couldn't help but regret bringing so many people to the observation room to listen.
Northeast China National Salvation Association.
It is composed of senior officers of the Northeast Army and patriots who have escaped and entered the country. Its purpose is to promote the cooperation between the Kuomintang and the underground party and to support the Anti-Japanese Alliance fighting alone. It has branches all over the country and has huge influence.
In the current Republic of China, anti-Japanese is a fashionable thing. Members of the upper class are too embarrassed to go out to meet people if they don't join one or two anti-Japanese organizations. Therefore, many wealthy businessmen and fruit party elders have joined this group, which is considered an alternative kind of social interaction.
The underground party's ability to assimilate is very sharp. If these people are instigated to rebel, it will be a huge blow to the fruit party.
When the news of this incident spreads, where will the leader's face be shown, and where will the dignity of everyone in the government be shown? When the time comes, not only will the Central Government have failed, but it will have made mistakes.
Realizing that he might have caused big trouble, Xu Enzeng could no longer bear it. He picked up the microphone in the observation room, pressed the switch, and asked Sun Qitai in the interrogation room loudly.
"Tell me, who else is an underground party in the East Club!"
The sudden sound startled Sun Qitai, but he immediately realized that a senior agent was monitoring the interrogation. He quickly stretched his neck and shouted excitedly in the direction of the loudspeaker.
"I really don't know. I only know that a few officials have contacted the Northwest Representative Office. Their resumes all have experience of participating in student movements. They must be dissidents.
I originally wanted to report to the government when I came back from Chang'an this time, but I met you on the way. I am really not a dissident. If I tell a lie, I will die badly! "
Xu Enzang breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that only a few officers were suspected of collaborating with bandits. That was fine, as long as there were no problems with the top management.
He ordered Sun Qitai in a cold voice to tell the names of those people, and then pretended to be confident, watching the onlookers slowly speak.
"As you all have seen, no one can remain silent in Zhongtong. Soon we will be able to find those underground parties based on Vice Chairman Sun's confession.
Whoever leaked the meeting minutes will soon be found out. I will give everyone one last chance. As I said before, as long as you surrender, let the past be forgotten. "
In the end, no one paid attention to him. Everyone was doing what they were supposed to do, chatting, watching a movie, and there were just a few red spies in the Donghui Club. Isn't this normal in a government that is full of loopholes?
Realizing that his words were ignored, Xu Enzeng frowned slightly, turned around and turned on the microphone switch, and said something to the interrogators who had already recorded the list of suspects.
"Next, take Zhou Yujun, secretary-general of the Sino-Fabirui Cultural Association."
The Sino-French-Belgian Cultural Association is a non-governmental organization that aims to promote friendly exchanges and cultural exchanges between China, France, Belgium and Switzerland, and strives for international assistance. It has branches in Tongdu and Dayi in every province, with more than 2,000 members.
Its chairman Zong Xiang is not only someone's personal attendant, but also the confidential director of the attendant's room. His official position is not high but very important. He is a first-class powerful figure in the Republic of China.
Because of such a relationship, Zhou Yujun had a very tough attitude after being brought into the interrogation room. He was not afraid of Zhongtong at all and expressed his protest to the secret agents unceremoniously.
"What are you going to do, rebel? Do you know what my relationship is with the Zong Director? I advise you to be wise and let me go immediately, otherwise you will regret it."
The little spies laughed when they heard this. If they didn't get permission from the superior, they wouldn't dare to bring people into the interrogation room, so they stopped talking nonsense and directly used methods on the other party.
"Be honest, did you put the files in the mezzanine? Who is your upline!"
"I don't know, I don't know anything!"
"Stay strong, brothers, let Secretary Zhou┴Secretary show us our skills."
The torture methods used by Zhongtong were basically the same as those of the military. They were nothing more than tiger stools, pepper spray, slings, barbed steel whips, crowbars and chest hammers, bamboo sticks piercing hands, and electrocution. There was nothing new or worth mentioning.
In fact, intelligence agencies all over the world are similar in terms of corporal punishment. The purpose is to use pain to break through people's psychological defenses and obtain confessions. They use the same tactics.
The shrill screams rang out in the interrogation room again. Within half an hour, Zhou Yujun was covered in bruises, and his dress was in pieces and covered in blood.
The Central Unification agents did not feel that there was anything wrong with this. In their eyes, they were the "just" party, and it was natural to commit violence against the "evil" party, and those who suffered punishment "deserved it."
These dissidents are a threat to social order and a challenge to government management. The other party must either "turn around" or lose their physical integrity or even their lives as the price of "resistance."
In the observation room.
The discussion gradually became quieter, and the staff who were chatting shut their mouths. Xu Enzeng noticed everyone's reaction, and when he was proud, he ordered his men to increase the intensity of the interrogation, preparing to scare the monkeys.
It didn't matter whether the guards were afraid or not, as long as they could scare other people, why did these women just talk nonsense, but while letting out a breath of bad breath, he felt a little regretful.
The three people caught at the scene were not ordinary people, and their connections were all over the mountainous city. Therefore, the superiors allowed torture, but they were only allowed to torture themselves, and their family members were not allowed to be implicated, so as not to cause panic.
Otherwise, there is no need to go to such trouble. The wives, children, and parents of these three people were taken to the interrogation room and beaten to death one by one. If there were really underground gangsters among them, they would definitely speak out.
Not to mention the regretful Xu Enzeng, the Central Command agent in the interrogation room used another method - scraped off Zhou Yujun's ribs with a sharp piece of bamboo, and threw the shaved flesh onto the charcoal stove.
Even though there was a thick layer of one-way glass, the disgusting smell still drifted into the observation room, causing more people to vomit. The onlookers who had not paid much attention to Xu Enzeng before turned around. He bent down and vomited out everything he had eaten in the morning.
Joanna was among them. She covered her mouth and leaned against the wall, suppressing her anger and writing down everything she saw and heard. This was the only thing she could do now.
As for the comrades whose identities were exposed in the Donghui Association, as well as Zhou Yujun who could not confirm whether they were one of their own, they could only look at themselves.
Since Xu Enzeng dared to let them observe the interrogation, he was naturally not afraid of the news being leaked. He had probably arranged for spies to monitor him and was waiting for him or other comrades to pass on the news to the outside world.
Once she reveals her flaws, the organization will lose its high-level intelligence source. Joanna suddenly remembered what the gentleman said to her in the Northwest Office not long ago.
"Comrade Xiao Qiao, covert work is cruel. You may have to watch your comrades die, or you may know that your comrades are about to be exposed, but you have to pretend to be nonchalant and continue talking and laughing with the enemy.
This is not timidity. On the contrary, it requires more courage. You cannot do this without firm belief. Remember, your mission is very important and involves the lives of countless people. You must be calm when encountering things. "
Faith and mission.
Joanna bit her lip gently. At this moment, she seemed to truly understand the true meaning of these four words and the heavy responsibility behind them.
Why do those comrades who have parents, wives, children, brothers and sisters and love life give up the glory and wealth at their fingertips and the most precious life just to keep a list and a few documents?
The reason why they are able to face the test of human physiological and psychological limits with dignity and dignity can be explained by no other reason except faith and the power of lofty faith.
"Boss, I'm dying."
Xu Enzeng was observing everyone's reactions when he heard the little spy's report. When he turned around, he found Zhou Yujun lying there motionless, losing his breath before his eyes.
It stands to reason that interrogators have been trained to know how to inflict maximum pain on interrogation subjects without endangering their lives, and will not beat people to death easily.
Zhou Yujun must have had a hidden disease in his body. Pingshi couldn't see the problem. After being tortured for a while, the hidden disease broke out and he died so quickly.
Cursing his luck secretly, Xu Enzeng had the body carried out and ordered the third interrogation to begin. The subject was Jiao Zhonghang, the director of the management office of Zhengzhong Bookstore.
Speaking of which, Zhengzhong Bookstore has a close relationship with the Central Government. This bookstore was first established by Xiao Chen in the 20th year of the Republic of China. At first, it mainly printed textbooks and also organized the printing and distribution of ancient books of the Republic of China.
Its name is "Zhengzhong", which means "Zhengzheng" without deviation, and "Zhong" without deviation, which means not leaning to the left or right, and never going beyond the mark. But with Xiao Chen here, how could it be possible to be impartial.
In the 22nd year of the Republic of China, the Chen family donated it to the Kuomintang Party and turned it into a party-run publishing organization affiliated with the Kuomintang Party. It was responsible for the printing of theoretical books and various documents on the Kuomintang party affairs.
Therefore, this unit seems to be a Qingshui Yamen, but it has access to a large number of secrets. No wonder Xu Enzeng made Jiao Zhonghang his last interrogation target.
"Crunch~"
The iron door of the interrogation room opened, and the little agent pushed in a tall man with a slightly fat body. He was wearing handcuffs and anklets, standard treatment for serious criminals.
This person was Jiao Zhonghang, who had a close relationship with the Central Committee and the Party. After a few clatters of iron chains, he was pressed onto the interrogation chair that was still warm.
Touching the blood on the armrest, Jiao Zhonghang slowly raised his head and looked at the one-way glass, with a trace of ridicule flashing in his eyes, and said unhurriedly.
"Deputy Director Xu, we have known each other for a long time. Why don't we come out to meet each other? Or are you saying that you know that Jiao was wrongly accused and feel that you have no face to see me?"
"Shut up!"
The little agent who had been instructed long ago sternly scolded, picked up a steel whip with barbs, and prepared to help the opponent loosen his muscles and bones first, and also let the opponent understand his situation. It has the same effect as a killing stick.
Behind the one-way glass, Joanna took out a scented handkerchief from her exquisite Xiaokun bag and wiped the corners of her mouth. She glanced at Jiao Zhonghang who was about to be whipped from the corner of her eye, and her heart suddenly tightened.
