My Spy Years

Chapter 1178 Am I the New Fourth Army?

Bian Lin went up and patted Pang Yuanju's face. When he saw no response from the other party, he raised his big hand like a cattail leaf fan and rounded it, then slapped it hard several times.

 Seeing that this person still had no reaction, Bian Lin couldn't help but become a little anxious.

 He raised his palms and continued to beat.

 “My brain is crazy.” Tang Kanlao cursed and stretched out his right hand.

 Gao Yao handed a whip to the team leader.

Holding the handle of the whip in his right hand and the tip of the whip in his left hand, he cracked the whip, walked up to the bound "New Fourth Army", picked up the whip and struck him five times in a row, until the flesh and blood were visible from the whip.

Stimulated by the pain nerves, Pang Yuanju finally woke up. He opened his eyes blankly and groaned subconsciously because of the pain.

Gao Yao understood, scooped a ladle of salt water from the water tank, and poured it directly on the wounded man's skin and flesh.

“Ah-ahhhh!” Pang Yuanju’s moan instantly turned into a shrill scream.

The man who was tied to the torture rack with ropes struggled desperately in pain, his body twisted subconsciously, and he screamed in agony.

“Look, doesn’t this make you sober?” Upon seeing this, Tang Canlao threw the whip directly to Bian Lin, glared at his subordinates with contempt, and said, “Torture is also a science.”

 The man who was a prisoner on the side saw the agents torturing his compatriots. He struggled with all his strength and made a whimpering sound from his mouth.

 “What’s going on?” Tang Kanlao glanced at this person.

"This martial artist was so cruel to himself that he bit off his tongue." Gao Yao reported, "The doctor stitched it up for him, but he bit it off again."

As he spoke, he pointed at Zhong Wuxun, "Now his tongue is broken and he is now mute."

"You have the guts." Tang Wenlao walked to Zhong Wuxun's side, with his hands behind his back, leaning forward, and looking at him carefully.

Then he looked at the 'New Fourth Army' who was still moaning and screaming, walked over and grabbed the opponent's chin, with a cold expression and a calm tone, "Stop screaming, yes, bear it, bear it, you can't bear this pain, you It’s far worse than the one next to me.”

　　"Ni Mu kills Sun..." The man's chin was tightly pinched, and he struggled to make a sound in his mouth.

"I don't like your expression." Tang Kanlao shook his head and stretched out his hand.

Gao Yao handed over the red-hot iron, but it almost boiled over.

 He cursed angrily, glared at Gao Yao, then took two steps back, took the soldering iron, and pressed it on Pang Yuanju's chest quickly without any hesitation.

 Zhizhi.

 A burning smell began to permeate the air.

 “Ahhhh!”

Pang Yuanju screamed and fainted.

 …

“Team leader, he’s dead.” Bian Lin stepped forward and touched Zhong Wuxun’s mouth, nose, and pulse, and said.

After being arrested, he suffered nearly a month of inhumane torture, and his body functions had already completely collapsed. Just now he witnessed the anti-Japanese compatriots being tortured by the enemy. For this anti-Japanese comrade, this was far more infuriating, angry, and hateful than being tortured himself. , Worry mixed with emotions, Zhong Wuxun's body finally couldn't bear it.

 “What a pity.” Tang Kanlao shook his head.

Tang Kanlao waved his hand and motioned to his men to carry out Zhong Wuxun's body. His original intention was to torture this New Fourth Army man.

This is Tang Wenlao's self-summary experience in interrogating Red Party members. Some Red Party members' bones are simply made of stone, and torture is useless. However, they cannot bear the torture of their comrades, and they are forced to use the torture of an anti-Japanese element. Another person can often achieve miraculous results.

 “Wait a minute.” Tang Kanlao said suddenly.

 He signaled his men to pour a ladle of salt water to wake up Pang Yuanju.

After the latter woke up, it was obvious that something was wrong with his condition. His eyes were not lively enough, and he stared blankly at the situation he saw.

Tang Kanlao then signaled his men to carry away Zhong Wuxun’s body quickly.

The soup was boiled, and he grabbed the hair of the man on the torture rack, pointed at the body that was carried away, and said lightly, "Don't look at it, it's dead."

 The man's body trembled.

“Whips dipped in salt water, red-hot irons, tiger stools, pepper water, nails pierced through fingers...” Tang Kanlao’s tone was calm. He could feel that every time he mentioned a punishment, the man’s body was shaking more and more.

"His tongue was cut off and his leg bones were smashed section by section." He continued, shaking his head as he spoke, as if sighing, "It's okay to die, you don't have to suffer. ” ˆ ˆ ˆ As he spoke, Tang Kanlao suddenly let go.

 He looked at the man with his head hanging down, silent.

Tang Kanlao shook his head, "You have to think clearly, what's going on, you have to enjoy all of this?"

 Then, he saw the man raise his head.

Tang Kanlao was overjoyed, knowing that the whip, branding iron and intimidation had worked.

 …

“Who are you?” Pang Yuanju endured the pain and asked through gritted teeth.

 Although he had some guesses in his mind, he still wanted to confirm.

“Shanghai Secret Service Headquarters Nanjing Station.” Tang Wenlao said directly without hiding anything.

Gao Yao glanced at the team leader. In fact, the Nanjing station of the secret service headquarters was only in the preliminary stage and had not yet been established.

"Sure enough." Pang Yuanju spat out a mouthful of blood and drooped his eyelids, "I guessed it was you."

Hearing this, Tang Kanlao and Gao Yao looked at each other, and both of their eyes were filled with joy:

 This is the prelude to getting ready to speak.

 “Your identity, name, and position.” Tang Kanlao asked.

“Pang Yuanju, the manager of the ideal car dealership at No. 39 Yihe Road.” Pang Yuanju said.

Tang Kanlao's expression changed. He stared at 'Pang Yuanju' with a gloomy expression, shook his head slightly and said, "You lied, you are not Pang Yuanju."

While No. 76 was tracking and monitoring Cheng Qianfan, the Lideal Automobile Dealership and Pang Yuanju also came into their sight. Agent No. 76 pretended to rent a car and went to the Ideal Automobile Dealer to inquire about the situation. As for his manager, Pang Yuanju, it was someone else.

"That's my cousin, Pang Yuanjun, Jun of the Army. I'm Ju of Cuju... Under normal circumstances, unless an acquaintance comes looking for him, he will pretend to be me." Pang Yuanju gasped in pain and said.

"Why do you want to arrange for someone to pretend to be you?" Tang Wenlao was overjoyed and asked, "Your position and identity! Tell me quickly!"

"Position? Identity?" Pang Yuanju raised his head and looked at the other party.

“Yes, position and status.” Tang Wenlao stared into Pang Yuanju’s eyes and said with a solemn expression.

“The reform government of the Republic of China, the Secret Investigation Team 3 of the Detective Section of the Nanjing Police Department, deputy leader of the first team, Pang Yuanju.” Pang Yuanju said word by word, grinning after he finished speaking.

The look of anticipation on Tang Kanlao's face disappeared, and his expression solidified.

 “You bastard! I’m so stupid! I’m so stupid! I’m going to **** you up!” He was so angry that he burst out in four different dialects in one sentence.

"Torture! Torture!" Tang Kanlao jumped in anger and roared, "Hit him until his mother can't even recognize him! Beat him! Beat him to death!"

When Gao Yao saw this, he laughed ferociously, pointed at Pang Yuanju and shouted, "Come on, get on the stool!"

Tang Kanlao put his hands on his hips and chewed a cigarette in his mouth. He watched Pang Yuanju being lifted to the tiger bench chair and got busy.

“Stop, stop, what I said is true.” Pang Yuanju shouted loudly.

"Asshole, what I said is true, I am one of my own people, my own people." He continued to shout, and then the shouting turned into a miserable scream.

 “Add bricks, add bricks! Add bricks!” Tang Wenlao growled with a gloomy face and gritted teeth.

At this moment, a subordinate hurried over and said, "Team leader, it's not good."

"Mother Xiang! Who's so bad? I'm fine!" Tang Wenrao cursed angrily and kicked his men to the ground.

"Team leader, it's Team Leader Tong." His subordinates got up from the ground, took the kick forcefully, and shouted anxiously, "Team Leader Tong knows that you are interrogating this New Fourth Army, and he has also started interrogating another one!"

“Tong Xueyong!” Tang Kanlao was furious when he heard this. He stamped his feet and cursed, “It’s too much to bully others!”

Here, Pang Yuanju, who was being tortured and screaming, was stunned and even forgot to scream:

 Are you a member of the New Fourth Army? !

 I am the New Fourth Army? !

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