Chapter 304: Interrogation? Non-existent

In front of them was a very ordinary-looking house.

Quietly, Yang Zhi and Wu Liuqi had already led their men to surround it.

The Japanese spies were inside.

There were two of them. They almost overlapped. Presumably they were a family. Or a family in disguise.

They were ready. They could storm in and arrest them at any time.

However, Zhang Yong did not immediately give the order to move. Instead, he carefully observed from outside.

He wanted to see if there were any antennas or the like.

If these two Japanese spies had a radio, they must have a place to put the antenna.

Because radios from this period needed an external antenna to operate. Otherwise, they could not receive or transmit signals. Moreover, the longer the antenna, the better.

For someone with experience, they could tell at a glance which dry objects might be the antenna of a radio.

While there was still time, Zhang Yong also wanted to train his eyesight.

Unfortunately, in the dark, he could see nothing.

He could see all kinds of messy wires. It was similar to the urban villages of later generations.

Could the radio antenna be hidden among them?

Or perhaps these two spies did not have a radio?

Or perhaps the antenna was only extended when the radio was in use?

He shook his head.

It was so nerve-wracking.

Spying was really a profession that required a high IQ.

Judging from his own abilities, he was really too far from being qualified for the job.

He is not as good as Cao Mengqi.

Although Cao Mengqi is lazy, he is good at thinking. But his observation skills are not bad.

After all, those who can be admitted to the Whampoa Military Academy are not ordinary people.

Wave your hand.

Let's go.

Trying to learn how other people act is impossible. Just do things your own way. Just go ahead blindly. Whoever you hit is whoever you hit.

'Knock, knock!'

'Knock, knock!'

Over here, Zhong Yang knocks on the door.

Over there, Wu Liuqi starts climbing the wall along the corner. Scratching, scratching, he climbs straight up to the second floor.

Knocking on the door is just to attract the attention of the Japanese spy inside.

Soon, Wu Liuqi has already climbed to the second floor landing.

This kind of house has no balcony. But under the window sill, there is a protrusion that can be easily climbed over.

Zhang Yong notices that a red dot is moving towards the door, 'Who is it?'

'Police!' Zhang Yong directly reveals his identity, 'Questioning idle people.'

The red dot inside paused for a moment, then opened the door.

Everyone had already identified themselves as police officers. They knew they had to open the door. They would be suspicious if they didn't.

'We're here!'

'We're here!'

They pretended to be in a hurry.

A moment later, Ri Die walked out.

Zhang Yong and the others didn't rush in immediately. There was no need. Wu Liuqi was inside taking care of things.

'You are...'

The one who opened the door was a young man. About twenty years old.

Seeing someone outside the door who didn't look like a policeman, he became suspicious.

He became uneasy.

'Fuxing Society.'

'Here to arrest you.'

Zhang Yong stepped forward. His expression was calm.

The young man flashed a moment of panic. But he quickly calmed down.

His hands were seized. At the same time, he was searched.

No weapons were found. No explosives.

It was safe.

'Arrest me? What have I done wrong?'

'You are Japanese.'

'I...'

The young man's face changed dramatically.

He didn't realise that the most core secret had been revealed.

He had only been in the country for a few days and had already been caught.

For a moment, it was hard to accept.

'Boom!'

It sounded as if something had fallen inside.

Zhongyang immediately led the men in.

The young man began to struggle reflexively. But it was useless. He had already been controlled.

Handcuffed.

Roped.

Double-secured.

The bonds were tied securely. Even Zhang Sanfeng couldn't break free.

Then they escorted him inside.

The person inside was also restrained.

It was actually a woman, quite young, probably in her twenties. She kept her head down.

Zhang Yong: Huh?

Huh? Is she from the Special High School as well?

Apart from the Special High School, there shouldn't be any women in the other Japanese spy agencies, right?

They looked at each other up and down. He reached out and lifted her head up. She felt a bit tender.

'Are you from the Special High School?'

'I, I...'

'I asked you a question. Are you from the Special High Police? Do you know Uekawa Kagami?'

'I, I...'

'Do you want me to strip you naked and hang you out in the street? It's dawn, and there will probably be a lot of people watching...'

'No, no, I just got here, I don't know anything...'

'You're a radio operator?'

'I, I...'

'Hand over the radio. I promise to keep you safe.'

'I, I...'

'Pang!'

A hard slap on the cheek.

The fair skin of his face immediately turned red and swollen.

Zhang Yong had hit him.

It was a hard slap.

No woman? No such thing.

She was a Japanese spy. She wasn't bad-looking. So, he had softened his heart.

If this slap could make her confess, it could be considered a merciful act. Otherwise, if she really was sent to the torture chamber, then...

The first meal would be the whip. A whip soaked in water. It would beat a person into a state of unrecognisability.

In TV dramas, people are tortured while still wearing their clothes. But in reality, their clothes are torn to shreds long before that. If it's a woman...

War is cruel.

The enemy is a beast. And you yourself will gradually become a beast.

When China and Japan went to war, both sides suffered heavy casualties, and both sides became enraged and lost their minds.

Just look at the Soviet-German front. That was the cruellest part of World War II. There, human nature was obliterated long ago.

Zhang Yong himself could not guarantee that he would still have a human heart when the war broke out. If his comrades and relatives around him fell one after another, what was the point of having a human heart?

Just kill!

Either you die or I die.

These past two years have been the last remnants of warmth.

In the future, when he encounters a Japanese spy like this, he might just kill her. Or he might rape her. Just like an animal.

'You think I'm just messing around by coming to see you in the middle of the night?'

'I, I...'

'We have long since obtained all the information you need. We have undercover agents within your organisation. We knew you had just set off. We are here to close the net, understand?'

'I, I, I'll talk, I'll talk...'

The female Japanese spy finally broke down. Her voice trembled violently.

In fact, she was indeed a radio operator. She had been temporarily deployed. Her various counter-interrogation techniques were not very good.

Facing Zhang Yong's threatening and ferocious manner, she was indeed afraid.

'Where's the radio?'

'It's not here, it's, it's next door, next door...'

'Take her and get it!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand at Zhong Yang.

Zhong Yang led her away. She suddenly felt weak and almost collapsed to the ground. She was then picked up. She was taken to find the radio.

Zhang Yong turned to look at the male Japanese spy.

The male Japanese spy gritted his teeth. It seemed that he was going to put up a fight. His eyes were still fierce.

He refused to give in.

He tried to resist.

Zhang Yong took out a dagger and cut his throat directly.

Die! It's useless to keep you alive. You're also taking up a cell space. And wasting food.

'You...'

'Ah...'

The eyes of the Japanese spy bulged. He couldn't believe it.

No...

Why didn't you play by the rules?

Why did you just kill him?

Ah...

Shouldn't you interrogate him?

I'm a spy!

Don't you interrogate spies when you catch them?

No...

Unfortunately, his body went limp and he collapsed.

Soon, his pupils dilated and there was no movement. He died silently, taking his own grievances with him.

Zhang Yong put the dagger away.

Interrogate? No such thing. I don't think you'll tell me anything anyway. I'm not bothered about asking. I'll send you to meet the Amaterasu. Have a good trip.

Search.

I didn't find anything of value.

Judging from these two Japanese spies, they have only recently infiltrated, so their cover lives have only just begun.

At such a young age, their cover identities could be husband and wife?

Soon after, Zhongyang returned with the female Japanese spy. At the same time, he brought back a radio.

Seeing the body of the male Japanese spy on the ground, the female Japanese spy turned pale.

I guess this is the first time she has truly realised what she is doing.

Perhaps it was only now that she realised that what she was doing could bring her death at any moment. Worse than beheading.

'Leave us for a moment.'

'Yes!'

The others withdrew.

In the room, only Zhang Yong and the female Japanese spy were left.

'Ah...'

'Don't...'

Suddenly, the female Japanese spy's cries could be heard from the room.

Zhong Yang and Wu Liuqi both walked a little further away. So as not to obstruct Zhang Yong's 'work' inside.

In fact...

'Are you scared?'

'Please, don't, don't...'

'Do you want to live?'

'Let me go, let me go...'

'Obey if you want to live.'

'Yes...'

The female spy hadn't been insulted. Zhang Yong had just grabbed her a few times.

The simple pain was unbearable to her. This fully demonstrated that she was not a professional. Or perhaps she had not yet had time for professional training.

'Where are you from?'

'Hongkou...'

'Temporarily recruited?'

'Yes...'

'What was the mission?'

'Just let us live here...'

'And then?'

'No one said. Just let us live here. After living here for two or three years and getting to know the people around us, we'll get instructions from above.'

'What was your name?'

'Nagaban Takako.'

'What?'

'Nagaban Takako...'

'Cover identity?'

'Nurse...'

'You were a nurse?'

'Yes...'

'Who is your superior?'

'Imai Takeo...'

'Is that him?'

Zhang Yong's mind twitched.

The name was so familiar. He had heard it before.

Definitely one of the old Japanese spy masters. His current cover identity seems to be the military attaché at the Japanese embassy?

Okay, let's chat about this when we get back.

'Come in!'

Zhang Yong waved outside.

Zhong Yang and Wu Liuqi pushed the door open. They were puzzled. It was over so quickly?

But when they came in, they realised that was not the case. They had been thinking too much.

'Take her back!'

'Yes.'

The group returned to the office.

Zhang Yong ordered that the female Japanese spy be locked up with Da Bao Wan.

The terrified female Japanese spy was no longer a threat. Instead, she might need a little comfort. She answered all questions.

It was just dawn. Zhang Yong took the radio to the telecommunications team.

He needed to confirm whether this radio was one of the ones mentioned earlier.

'Team Leader Chen!'

'Team Leader Zhang!'

'Team Leader Chen, I've brought you something good.'

'Oh? A radio?'

'Yes. We just seized it. Let's see if it's one of the five we've already found.'

'Wait a minute. Jingzhi, you do it!'

Chen Mei waved and called Li Jingzhi over.

The two of them sent and received the message. They kept pressing the buttons. The sound of the clicks continued.

After a few minutes, the two of them looked at each other. They both shook their heads.

'No,' Chen Mei said, "it's a brand new radio. We have no record of it.'

'Brand new? Never used?" Zhang Yong felt incredulous.

What the hell did he catch?

With a radio? And not using it?

Is it a backup?

Is it really prepared to be used after two or three years of lying low?

Damn it, the Japanese invaders, they really think long-term.

Forget it. If you catch it, you catch it. You haven't lost out anyway. Later, I'll give Takeo Imai another big present.

'Are those five radios still active?'

'Yes. They were all active last night.'

'Oh?'

Zhang Yong frowned.

It seems that the Japanese invaders are very active!

The five radios were all active last night.

Okay.

Go have breakfast first.

Then switch the two teams. Keep going.

What?

Rest?

No way.

He's not sleepy at all right now!

Go have breakfast.

Then swap the Cao Mengqi and Wei Yong teams and get ready to go.

'Report!'

Someone suddenly rushed over.

He said someone from headquarters had called for him. He asked him to answer the phone.

'Was it the director or Secretary Mao?'

'Neither.'

'Who is it?'

'He said his name is Yu Lexing.'

'Yu Lexing?'

Zhang Yong was deeply surprised.

He knew the name. But not well.

He had heard Li Boqi mention it. This guy was one of the senior instructors at the Fuxing Society.

Yu Lexing was the main instructor for the training course at Hangzhou Police School. Zhong Yang, Wu Liuqi and others were taught by him.

Strange, what does he want to call me for?

Go answer the phone.