"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 coveted China's land and resources for more than 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 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 who were vaguely 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 received rigorous training in resisting trial. 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 the punishment."
"Of course, I don't have the naive idea that watching the execution will give you 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 your empire and the loyalty and faith of your emperor withstand such means, once? Or twice?"
"By the way, none of the Japanese agents I have interrogated, whether they are in the military or private kendo masters, 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 suddenly fell into silence. Apart from Harada Keita's own heavy breathing, he could no longer hear any sound, 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 can 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 master-level experts form a group? And they seemed to be very organized, which made people feel scared and puzzled.
Suddenly, Harada Keita, who had basically recovered his brain, thought of that mysterious small Chinese army and that mysterious Chinese commander. What if... what if that army was composed of such masters? There are only such masters.
Only by forming a team can we unleash astonishing combat power 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 of the martial arts masters are 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. Middle and low-level martial artists
Maybe, 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. This man was not only a military genius, but he must also be a master of skills. Only then could he gather around him a group of masters 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 arrested, there would be no way out, but whether he could confirm his conjecture before death became what he wanted most now.
things.
At this moment, several hooded soldiers came in from the door. They walked 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 Ishiihara Masato was carried in, he looked around with red eyes regardless of the dazzling lights, and let out 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 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 your head when you say it, and then I need to answer all questions."
This person's voice is not the same as the one before, Keita Harada judged. But now he wants Masato Ishiihara to know that he is next to him and with him.
"Ishii, hold on, don't embarrass Captain Nakata." Harada Keita suddenly said 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 made a move like the wind, hitting Masato Ishiihara several times, 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 hissing sound coming from 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 despite 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 used to extract confessions by electrocution.
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?