Now Keita Harada is no longer sure whether Ishii can persevere, because he knows the pain and harm that electrocution will cause people, and even if he does not die, it will leave him with lifelong disabilities.
Even if it is a very high-tech interrogation, electrocution is generally not used unless it is absolutely necessary. It is a last resort that can kill people if they are not careful, especially those who are old and frail or have hidden heart diseases.
So many people were killed on the spot that they couldn't even be saved.
What is the importance of a living person or a dead person? Even a fool can think clearly, but the person just said that it can be done twice or three times, which means that this criminal method can achieve the effect of electrocution but is not so easy to kill people.
Even a piece of steel needs to be melted. Is it something that humans can bear?
At this time, the man behind the table quickly walked over to Ishiihara Masato, pulled off the rag that blocked his mouth, and stretched out his hand to count several points on his body. Harada Keita guessed that they might be several acupuncture points on the human body, and saw a statue of Ishii
He was slumped on the chair as soft as mud, with his mouth wide open, panting like a leaky bellows, his whole body was wet with sweat, and there was still an unknown liquid dripping under the chair.
At this time, the sound of "papa" applause came from behind the table, and the still emotionless voice came again.
"Yes, your name is Ishii, right? You are the second tough guy I have ever met. I have to say that there are quite a lot of die-hards among you Japanese. Now let me reflect on the enjoyment you just enjoyed for a minute.
Finally, we will come back and look forward to your next performance, Ishii-kun, please work hard!"
At this time, when Ishiihara Masato heard this, it was like a voice coming from hell. He gave him another hard push when he was on the verge of collapse. In fact, he had almost nodded just now, as long as the man delayed further
As soon as Diudiu shouted to stop, he was about to collapse completely.
However, he will soon face the second time. Is this what humans should suffer? When I think of the pain and torture just now that cannot be described in any language, how long can I hold on? Is it one second or two seconds? Or immediately?
Just nod?
But then I thought about the team leader looking at me, and I really didn't want to embarrass the team leader, but the pain was too unbearable.
Painful choices are always long, but the figure who was already a demonic existence in his eyes came forward again.
Just when Masato Ishiihara was about to speak, a familiar voice suddenly made him swallow his words.
"Stop torturing him, let him die with dignity." A pure northern Chinese dialect.
After Harada Keita said this, he looked at Masato Ishiihara who turned to look at him and said in Japanese: "Ishii-kun, you have fulfilled your obligations as an outstanding agent of the empire and have not embarrassed Captain Nakata. Leave the following matters to me.
"
Masato Ishiihara did not speak, but the corners of his mouth were trembling, and tears rolled down in large drops. Finally, he no longer had to go through the hellish torture like Baga. His tears were filled with gratitude to the team leader.
It's more of a feeling of joy after being relieved.
At this time, several people came up and moved Masato Ishiihara, who was covered in stench, out, and the room fell into an eerie silence again.
I don't know how long it took before Harada Keita said quietly: "I will tell everything I know. I can even tell you some information I got from other channels, but there is a condition."
No one spoke, no one answered, there was just silence and silence.
Harada Keita laughed at himself and then said: "I just want to know who you are? Did you kill Captain Nakata? What is your commander's name?"
"I agree to your terms, you tell me first." The voice answered simply, but Harada Keita had an intuition that this man would not lie to him. In fact, what would happen even if he did? Could he still look at his subordinates?
Are they each taking turns being tortured by unknown but terrifying methods, and then completely confessing?
So Keita Harada began to tell her story, origins, missions, etc. one by one...
Two hours later, all the questions that needed to be asked were finished. Several people behind the table looked at each other and nodded. The voice said again: "Yes, Mr. Keita Harada, I am very satisfied with your answer. Now it is your turn to ask questions."
"
Harada Keita was refreshed. The other party did not deceive him after all. He immediately licked his chapped lips and asked: "So... who are you?"
"A group of Chinese soldiers determined to resist Japan."
"Did you take part in the Shanghai Incident?"
"Yes, let me correct you, we are called the Songhu Anti-Japanese War."
"Combined 24th Brigade Headquarters..."
"We did it. The major general commander was beaten to death by my own hands without any pain."
"Then Nanjing..."
"We did it too. Your captain named Takeo Nakata personally set up an ambush, but we discovered it, so he and his men were all shot dead by us on the spot. None of the thirteen people escaped."
Harada Keita's heart twitched suddenly, and he finally found it. It was indeed them.
But the strange thing is that now that I have found the real person who killed the captain, I feel an inexplicable sense of relief in my heart, but there is no hatred. Maybe it is because the captain died at the hands of such a master, so he deserves to die.
Keita Harada was silent for a while and then asked again: "Who is your commander?"
"It's me. Let me introduce myself. My name is Zhou Wen."
It turned out that this voice was the mysterious Chinese commander whom the entire imperial intelligence agency had tried their best to search for.
Harada Keita suddenly raised his head, his eyes glowing with blazing light and said: "Am I lucky enough to meet you?"
Zhou Wen strode over, pulled out the short blade, and with just one knife cut all the thick hemp ropes tied up by Harada Keita, lifted his hood, handed the knife to his left hand, stretched out his right hand, and said in pure Kyoto accented Japanese: "
Nice to meet you here, Mr. Keita Harada."
At this time, Harada Keita's eyes were blank. Looking at the handsome young man in his 20s, he felt shocked beyond description. All kinds of thoughts came to him, but he said no.
Say a word.
Is this a young boy who is so young that one doubts his life, the officer who defeated the Imperial Army so much that it lost its armor? It was Tekko who tried his best to get rid of him quickly, but even the elite agents like captain Takeo Nakata were killed.
In a foreign land, the mysterious officer who caused heavy losses to the entire T-High Tech?
Dozens of people who have been thinking about and trying to find them day and night are now right in front of them.
Harada Keita's eyes changed from confusion, suspicion, shock, to admiration, and finally began to show a kind of fanatical excitement. He stabilized his body, then bowed deeply and said in Japanese: "I have admired you for a long time, Mr. Zhou Wen,
