Xiang Xiaoqiang and his stomachache were shocked. They looked at each other and quickly helped the girl to sit down in the corner.

The bespectacled girl's face was pale, her hair was messy, her head was tilted back weakly, her fingers were still twitching weakly in her coma, and it was obvious that she had endured great pain.

There was no furniture in the cell, and the concrete floor was very cold. Xiang Xiaoqiang took off his gown, spread it on the floor, and helped her sit on it.

The two stood up, rubbed their hands, and looked at each other without any idea.

Who is this girl with glasses?

Because there was a bugging microphone, the two did not dare to speak loudly. They just looked at each other and thought in their hearts.

At the door of the hotel outside the city, they watched with their own eyes as the two girls were arrested at the sticky pole. Of course, they mistakenly thought that the girl was Zhu Yourong.

At that time, the girl with glasses looked nonchalant, thinking she was really the eldest lady of some company, and she really had some background. Why was she being tortured again?

She said that she "didn't say anything", as if she was being tortured, and that she persisted without success.

The two of them thought of a thought at the same time: She is also a Ming intelligence agent?

She had a stomachache and checked her again. Look at her hands, her fingers were twitching. Look at her neck and face. They were very pale, with only a few bruises at the corners of her mouth.

My stomach hurts and I whisper:

"No obvious trauma."

Xiang Xiaoqiang asked in a low voice:

"What kind of punishment do you think she received?"

She licked her lips with a stomachache and said in an expert way:

"It could be the tiger bench. It could also be electrocution. It's neither of those two things."

Xiang Xiaoqiang felt a cold air spread throughout his body. He looked up subconsciously and covered his mouth with saliva. He almost felt the severe pain of his leg joints being broken by the tiger bench, and the stinging pain of electric current flowing through his body.

"You...when do you think she will wake up?"

She frowned with a stomachache and said:

"It's hard to say. Usually it's like this, and you can't wake up for a while. If you don't need to pour cold water on it, they won't be able to interrogate again today. Oh, it's so pitiful..."

Xiang Xiaoqiang looked at the girl huddled in the corner, tortured to the point of dying, and sighed, his heart really tightened for a while. He asked in a low voice:

"What do you think they were asking her?"

"Probably..." He glanced at the light bulb microphone outside and lowered his voice, "Probably asked if the 'Queen' is real..."

"Isn't it right? They said no at the inn."

My stomach ached and I touched my chin and thought:

"It's hard to say, because the Qing captives may not believe it. The Qing captives fully hope that the one they capture is the Queen. They will definitely interrogate them and make them admit it. They don't dare to torture the 'Queen', so they all focus on her...

"

Xiang Xiaoqiang thought for a while and said:

"But the sticky rod is not stubborn. If they can tell something, they won't get into trouble. Is this young lady..."

Stomachache guessed:

"Maybe they are from our side and have other tasks. The eldest lady from some company in Pukou is just to hide her identity. After a few phone calls at the sticky pole, they found out. Then the torture started."

Xiang Xiaoqiang nodded:

"Maybe so."

There was another burst of chaotic footsteps, and three people came down, opened the cell door, and shouted to Xiaoqiang:

"Come out! Yes, it's you! Hurry up!"

He said to Xiaoqiang that it was his turn.

…

Upstairs, Xiang Xiaoqiang was pressed into a chair, with two burly men standing next to him. Behind the desk opposite, a major stared at him with a sinister face.

Xiang Xiaoqiang saw the rank of major and knew that he was probably the commander of this branch.

Sacra looked at him, slowly took out a cigarette, lit it, and puffed out a stream of smoke:

"Tell me, what's their mission here?"

Xiang Xiaoqiang was stunned. They? So the people at Sticky Rod were 100% convinced that they were not the 'Queens of the Ming Dynasty'?

he asked:

"Who are you asking?"

Sacra winked, then punched Xiaoqiang hard on the face.

There were stars in front of his eyes, and he almost fell out of the seat. Two big hands immediately grabbed him back and pressed him down.

Xiang Xiaoqiang felt severe pain on his face and cursed secretly: Damn... this is the legendary torture...

Sacra opposite took a puff of cigarette and continued to ask lightly:

"I'm asking you now, not you asking me. What's the mission of those two girls?"

Xiang Xiaoqiang stared at him, licked his lips, and his chest jumped nervously. He had no idea what those two girls were doing, let alone what their mission was. But it seemed that the other party had identified them as spies of the Ming Dynasty, and...

After identifying them, they want to contact me.

"Say quickly...I'll ask you again. I'll count to three, one..."

Xiang Xiaoqiang felt a strong fear at the sinister tone. What on earth was going on? Now he obviously didn’t know anything. He didn’t know what the missions of the two Ming female agents were, and he didn’t know how they got involved with him.

.

"two……"

Damn, the most terrible thing is that I don’t believe it when I stick to the pole, my fists are shaking in front of my face, and I will get beaten even if I don’t say anything.

But I don’t know if they really have any important mission. If I say anything nonsense, it might harm them.

"three!"

The big man next to him looked at Xiaoqiang with a black tiger's heart, and he bent down, holding his stomach and gasping for breath.

He gritted his teeth and resisted the cramps in his stomach. It took him a long time to take a breath. He was so angry that he raised his eyes and glanced at the major, cursing him with the most vicious words in his heart.

Okay, just be awesome... If I can get out, you will be finished...

There was a sharp pain in the top of his head, and the hand behind him grabbed his hair and pulled him up to sit upright.

Sacra pointed to a pile of things on the ground next to him and said grimly:

"What's the matter, you want to try this stuff too? Your female colleague was so hard-boned just now that she fainted twice. How many times are you going to faint?"

Xiang Xiaoqiang gritted his teeth and looked at the pile of things, including copper wires and electric meters. He endured the pain and thought: Female colleague? That means the girl with glasses... She really was electrocuted... But this thing

I can't stand it myself! Did I spend the damn money to travel through time to receive electrocution?

Sacra also stared at him, observing his eyes, thinking that if he did this again, he would be sure that the one he just imprisoned was definitely a female agent from the Ming Dynasty.

…

At the gate of the headquarters, a military truck stopped. The driver's head, wearing a big-brimmed hat, stuck out of the driver's seat. He looked at the two soldiers who were still playing cards in the guard duty room and honked the horn twice arrogantly.

When the two guards saw the car coming, they hurried out. When they saw the big-brimmed hat and the military rank on the sticky stick on their shoulders, they immediately stood at attention.

A small notebook was handed out in the car and a sentence was thrown out:

"Your Xuzhou branch is located in this headquarters, right?"

The guard looked through the certificate nervously, and when he saw that he was from the Beijing General Administration, he answered with great caution:

"Yes, sir, it's just inside. Go into the second small building."

A sergeant jumped out from the back of the truck and came from a sticky pole, carrying a large, heavy canvas bag.

The officer in the car took back his ID, pointed at the non-commissioned officer in the stick-sticking department, and said to the guard:

"Listen, from now on, he is watching you. You are not allowed to leave the duty room, and you are not allowed to make calls outside."

The guard was confused:

"Sir...sir, what's going on?"

The officer said coldly:

"It's none of your business. Don't ask about our sticking point. Drive!"

The crossbar was raised and the truck drove into the headquarters compound.

The sergeant at the stick-stick department pushed them and said:

"Okay, hurry up, let's go in!"

The guard felt something was wrong and looked at the black dragonfly on the other's epaulette, but he didn't dare not listen. When he entered the duty room, they looked at each other and asked:

"Sir, what's the matter? Brothers... Brothers don't dare to interfere with the officers' affairs, but you have to explain... Brothers... After all, they are all members of the headquarters' security company. If you don't return... you won't return.

It’s all about the sticky rod.”

The sergeant sneered:

"Well, I can only tell you that the chief of our Xuzhou branch... hum, there is a problem... Is there any problem, do you still want to hear it?"

The two guards shook their heads like wavy drums.
To be continued...