Huizhong Hotel.

Jiro Matsumoto hurriedly walked into the hotel.

As the head of the Nanjing secret service agency, he made great achievements this time.

He claimed that he was a Korean and became a good "friend" with Xiong Zizhuang, the major staff officer of the Military Commission of the National Government.

I got the information from Xiongzizhuang at the wine table.

Especially the strategic defense map of the National Government Army that just stolen was, this was simply a miracle.

I will inevitably become a legend in the history of spies.

Park Jungmin was so anxious to call, there must be some important information.

Room 318.

The door was closed, and Jiro Matsumoto looked around and walked in quickly.

This is a luxurious suite with a living room outside and a bedroom inside.

Matsumoto Jiro didn't see Park Jungmin, but saw a young and beautiful woman wearing a cheongsam sitting on the sofa in the living room.

"I went wrong." Jiro Matsumoto said immediately.

"No." The woman actually stood up and smiled: "Boss Park is in the bedroom."

Jiro Matsumoto was immediately alert.

Park Jungmin never lets a third party appear when he is in contact with him!

trap!

He turned around and wanted to leave, but it was too late.

Three big-sleeved and round-waisted guys rushed in and pressed Matsumoto Jiro to the ground.

"What do you do, what do you do!" Jiro Matsumoto struggled desperately.

Meng Shaoyuan walked in slowly, glanced at Zhu Yanni, and nodded at her.

"Help, help." Zhu Yanni suddenly burst into tears. While tearing her neckline, she pointed at Jiro Matsumoto on the ground and cried:

"This hooligan broke in and pressed me down, be strong, forcefully... rape me!"

"Let me go, let me go!" Matsumoto Jiro used up all his strength, and was suppressed by the three big men and could not move: "All nonsense, nonsense!"

Meng Shaoyuan squatted down: "I am from the Nanjing Public Security Bureau Investigation Team!"

(Note: After 1937, the "Public Security Bureau" of provincial capital cities would be renamed "Police Bureau".)

Meng Shaoyuan pointed to Zhu Yanni: "You say that a woman will ruin her reputation, and you say that you do something worse than a pig or dog? Name!"

Jiro Matsumoto suddenly realized, but he was no longer panicked.

This is "Immortal Jump".

Some policemen will find such women, frame them, and then make a tough move.

I guess Park Jungmin has also fallen into their hands?

Jiro Matsumoto felt relieved: "My name is Wu Xingliang, a Korean. I was wronged, wronged."

"Why are you wronged? Do you say wronged is wronged? Fuck, are we policemen stupid?" Meng Shaoyuan acted like a rogue policeman: "Tie it up and take it back!"

In a moment, Jiro Matsumoto was tied up.

Meng Shaoyuan waved his hand: "Go!"

When I was taken downstairs, the guests in the hotel came out to watch and curiously pointed at Jiro Matsumoto.

Meng Shaoyuan raised his voice particularly: "I caught a hooligan. If you want to be strong, don't watch it or not."

Jiro Matsumoto wanted to find a crack in the floor to drill down.

As for Meng Shaoyuan's subordinates, he never expected that he would use this method to arrest Matsumoto Jiro!

Meng Shaoyuan called Liu Huanwen over and whispered: "Immediately launch a comprehensive search of Omoto and Matsumoto Jiro's office!"

...

"Name!"

Jiro Matsumoto knew that he had been fooled, just like Park Jungmin. He never dreamed that this group of guys who called themselves "police" would actually be spies.

Now, all he has to do is grit his teeth and never reveal his true identity: "I said that my name is Wu Xingliang, I am a Korean, and I come to Nanjing to do business."

"Oh, that's it." Meng Shaoyuan smiled: "Originally, if you were a Japanese, I really didn't dare to do anything to you. There's no way, otherwise your Japanese embassy would protest today and an ultimatum tomorrow. I, a small spy, can't afford to be guilty. But are you Korean? That's easy. I'll ask you one last time, who are you?"

"Korea!" Matsumoto Jiro took the initiative.

Meng Shaoyuan waved his hand: "Use torture!"

Xiang Shounong smiled grimly and picked up the whip from the bucket.

"Ah...ah!"

A series of screams circling in the air.

This kind of whip dipped in water, and a dozen whip can really kill people.

Xiang Shounong whipped a few whips, for fear that he would beat the other party to death, so he paused temporarily: "Tell me, what's your name!"

"Wu...xing...liang..."

Although Jiro Matsumoto was so angry that he was fucked, he bit him tightly and did not let go.

"Shaoyuan, this guy is stubborn." Xiang Shounong turned around and said, "Test you again?"

Meng Shaoyuan discovered that when Xiang Shounong was talking, he was holding a whip tightly in his hand, with blue veins rising from the back of his hand, and his nostrils were moving.

This is a sign of excitement and expectation.

This guy has psychological problems and likes to torture people, but he is indeed the most appropriate candidate for execution.

"If you fight again, he can't hold on. I still want to live." Meng Shaoyuan said slowly: "Come on, I'll teach you a way."

Hehe, seven years later, the Sino-US Cooperation Institute was established, and more than 130 torture instruments were established one after another. Meng Shaoyuan visited them in his previous life, and most of them were kept in mind.

I will try on you like this, and I am not afraid that you will not be able to help you!

He called Xiang Shounong to his side and said a few words in his ear.

Xiang Shounong was stunned when he heard this and looked at Meng Shaoyuan silly: "Shaoyuan, don't you be a pervert, can you even think of such a perverted method?"

Damn it!

Meng Shaoyuan's nose was almost pissed.

You are obviously a fucking psychopath, but you actually depend on me...

...

A hammer and dozens of sharp bamboo sticks were taken in.

Jiro Matsumoto's face was pale, not knowing what these people wanted to do.

"Mr. Wu, is it called Mr. Wu? Don't blame me, everyone is making a living. Isn't that okay?"

Xiang Shounong said, while tied Matsumoto Jiro's hands to a pillar: "I'll ask you again, what's your name? Whose person?"

"Wu Xingliang, Korean!"

"As long, you're stubborn!"

Xiang Shounong gave a thumbs up. He first picked up the hammer, then picked up a sharp bamboo stick, aimed it at the nails on the tip of Jiro Matsumoto's fingertips, and then knocked it hard with the hammer.

"ah!"

Jiro Matsumoto roared wildly and fainted immediately.

The bamboo sticks touched the finger bones and cracked into countless bamboo threads, which came out from the back of his hands and the palm of his hand.

This kind of torture is not something that normal humans can tolerate.

Yuan Zhonghe picked up a bucket of cold water and muttered: "Old Xiang is right. It's really a pervert to come up with this solution."

I'll do it again!

Meng Shaoyuan was speechless.

I really didn't invent this!

A bucket of cold water was poured on, and Jiro Matsumoto woke up leisurely.

"Don't confess, I haven't had enough fun yet." Xiang Shounong was so excited that he nailed another bamboo stick...

...

Matsumoto Jiro fainted, woke up, fainted again, and woke up again.

Five of the ten fingers were nailed.

When he woke up again and saw Xiang Shounong pick up another bamboo stick, he completely collapsed:

"No...don't..."

"Don't let it go!" Xiang Shounong became anxious.

Don't you have five fingers?

Unfortunately, Jiro Matsumoto could no longer bear it:
Chapter completed!