Takayuki Nishihara responded freely to the question from the household registration police. The household registration certificate was naturally prepared for a long time, and it was definitely the same as it was. Unless it was really checked specifically, it would not be checked.

He also paid attention to several policemen next to the household registration police. The sharp eyes of these policemen glanced back and forth on him, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Zuo Qiang made a gesture with his right hand behind him, and the other team members understood and walked forward a few more steps, faintly blocking Nishihara Takayuki's retreat.

Nishihara Takayuki, who has been paying attention to police behavior, no longer has the urge to be lucky. These policemen came for him, and they don’t know what went wrong with themselves, who have always been careful.

As he spoke, one hand naturally slid towards his waist, but Zuo Qiang, who noticed the abnormality, also took action decisively.

A heavy punch as fast as lightning hit Nishihara Takayuki's face, forcing him to turn his head and raise his hand to deal with it, but he did not avoid the next heavy kick.

The Zuo brothers have been practicing martial arts since childhood and have been fighting in the world. In the action team, no one except Ning Zhiheng and Sun Jiacheng can be their brother's opponents.

Without any stunning attack, he kicked Nishihara Takayuki's lower abdomen with a heavy kick. The huge force made him groan and he leaned back.

At the same time, several other team members also rushed forward. They were well-trained and controlled Nishihara Takayuki's hands as soon as they leaned on their bodies.

Just as Nishihara Kiyoshi waved his head and bit his collar, he had a strong bent arm to tie his neck tightly from behind, and pressed him to the ground, unable to move at all.

"Report to the team leader immediately, search this residence thoroughly, and see if there is a radio station and a password book?" Zuo Qiang ordered.

By the time Ning Zhiheng arrived, the team members had already begun a thorough search of the house.

Ning Zhiheng looked at Takayuki Nishihara who had been strictly controlled in front of him and asked Zuo Qiang beside him, "How is the search?"

Zuo Qiang quickly replied: "Young master, no, team leader, he has a short gun on his body and drug hidden in his collar. It must be Huang Zhongxin's fault. But we found nothing in the room, and the brothers are still searching."

Nishihara Takayuki, whose mouth was blocked and could not make any sound, was shocked when he heard the words Huang Zhongxin from Zuo Qiang's mouth. He immediately knew that these people had tracked down the line of Ringling Lane, because this was the pseudonym he hid in Ringling Lane. More than a year passed, and the Chinese agents had not given up and finally found themselves.

Nishihara Takayuki was extremely grateful at this time that he was not wrong with his caution. Fortunately, he had burned the encrypted password book in advance to avoid falling into the hands of the enemy.

As for the radio station? It has now fallen into the opponent, and its identity has been proven. It doesn't make sense to search or not.

Of course, the result of the search inside the house was not rewarded. Ning Zhiheng couldn't help frowning when he heard this result. He stepped into the apartment and decided to search it himself.

At this time, the entire apartment had been turned upside down, all the furniture had been moved, and the walls were searched, and they were knocked to pieces, and no secrets were found. It can be said that these operation team members are now experienced and have been searched thoroughly.

"Team leader, I searched all the places. Except for some property, there was a secret wall under the bed in the bedroom, but there was nothing inside." A team member stepped forward to report.

Is there a secret lattice? Something must have been hidden in it. Ning Zhiheng came to the bedroom. The bed had been moved to one side, and a floor was pried open, revealing a secret lattice.

Ning Zhiheng squatted down and looked at it, then reached out and touched the dust inside the dark grid.

It's very clean, which means that it has been used before, but now the items have been taken away. I measured the size of the dark grid with my hand. It is estimated that it is enough to put down a radio station dedicated to Japanese spies.

"Team leader, there are burning residues in the trash can." Another team member reported to Ning Zhiheng at the bedroom door.

After hearing the report, Ning Zhiheng got up and left the bedroom and came to the trash can that the team members pointed to. Sure enough, there was a small pile of burning ashes inside, burning very thoroughly, and it should be flammable materials such as paper.

Ning Zhiheng felt regretful in his heart that such a large-scale search could not be concealed and sudden. As long as the target was cautious and decisive enough, he would have time to destroy all evidence.

But does the Military Intelligence Investigation Department need evidence? Of course not! As long as someone catches him and prys his mouth open, he will have all kinds of evidence. No matter what is hidden, he will be honestly explained.

Ning Zhiheng didn't want to waste his time anymore, so he arranged for Zuo Qiang to stay with a few subordinates and continued to search. He took his men to withdraw and quickly returned to the Military Intelligence Investigation Office.

Nishihara Takayuki was taken to the interrogation room, and Ning Zhiheng immediately began to interrogate him.

The interrogators knew about Ning Zhiheng's style. They immediately prepared the torture instruments and waited for Ning Zhiheng's instructions.

Ning Zhiheng waved his hand, and the interrogator immediately took out the cloth from Nishihara Takayuki's mouth, which immediately made his chest feel depressed and he breathed several times.

Ning Zhiheng came to Takayuki Nishihara and began his first question as usual.

"Huang Zhongxin? No, now you have changed your name, Li Chunfeng!" Ning Zhiheng looked at Takayuki Nishihara lightly, "You have been hiding around for more than a year, right?"

Nishihara Takayuki shook his head and replied, "I don't know what you are talking about!"

He knew that his identity had been completely exposed, and the other party knew his previous pseudonym, as well as the short gun on his body and the drugs hidden in his collar. He could not explain or deny all this. The next step was to see if he could survive the torture.

Ning Zhiheng smiled coldly. He had not been in charge of the interrogation work in person for a while. Now the Military Intelligence Investigation Department has a lot of complaints about his interrogation methods, especially after he killed the Japanese spy Ikeda Yasuke during the interrogation, he tried his best not to let him take action in general interrogation work, so as not to happen similar situations again.

"Li Chunfeng, your identity is irrefutable. You can tell it out earlier to avoid the pain of flesh and blood. Everyone can save trouble. Otherwise, in the end, like your companions, it would be too late to regret life or death!" Ning Zhiheng said.

After saying that, seeing Tahara Takayuki shut up his mouth and stopped answering, he was too lazy to teach him anymore. In the end, he still had to use means. The willpower of these real Japanese spies would not work without taking action.

He waved his hand, turned around and returned to the chair to sit down, and watched the interrogators take action.

Everything was an old procedure, and the interrogators did not use Ning Zhiheng's explanation at all, and directly brought out all the heavy punishments.

The air in the interrogation room suddenly became tense. At first, Nishihara Takayuki still gritted his teeth and couldn't make any sound, but he quickly couldn't bear it and let out a shrill scream.

The sharp iron stick and the fiery red soldering iron were used in turn and used on the flesh and blood body. After fainting, a pot of cold water soaked in coarse salt was sprinkled on it, waking the prisoner and then carrying out a new round of torture.

Ning Zhiheng sat on the chair, watching coldly, and quietly waiting for the moment when Nishihara Takayuki opened his mouth.

The interrogator did not dare to stop without his instructions. The smell of blood in the air became stronger and more cruel.

At this moment, the door of the interrogation room was pushed open. Ning Zhiheng looked up and saw that it was his immediate boss, Zhao Ziliang, the head of the Operations Department.

He quickly got up and took two steps to meet him.

"Section Chief, why are you here!" Ning Zhiheng said.

"Today, all your operation team was dispatched. How can I not know about such a big disturbance? Let's see what you have gained here." Zhao Ziliang said with a smile.

Early this morning, Ning Zhiheng took the entire Fourth Action Team to set off. Zhao Ziliang knew that this was a big action. With Ning Zhiheng's style, there must be rewarding today.

So Zhao Ziliang was waiting in the Military Intelligence Investigation Office. When Ning Zhiheng really brought the criminal back, Zhao Ziliang was really surprised.

Although I had known for a long time that my subordinate was extremely evil and had a strong ability to move, the mission had just been arranged and the prisoner was brought back one day, which made Zhao Ziliang unbelievable.

He couldn't bear the curiosity in his heart, so he decided to take a look at what Ning Zhiheng had gained.

Ning Zhiheng replied with a smile: "You still have to worry about this little thing. You will be interrogated soon. I will report it to you as soon as possible."

Zhao Ziliang nodded and turned to look at the prisoner who was being tortured. His pupils shrank slightly. The prisoner could hardly see the human form and turned into a blurred flesh and blood.

He couldn't help but feel a little regretful. He had known for his long time that this subordinate was the best at catching people, but his temperament was ruthless, especially his interrogation, and his skills were very rough.

He should have come here earlier to take a look. He didn't realize what he said, looked at Ning Zhiheng helplessly, and said again: "The hands are still a little heavy!"

However, seeing Ning Zhiheng's disapproval of it, he shook his head unconsciously. He had not reminded him before, but Ning Zhiheng still did his own thing and now he doesn't want to mention it anymore.

After a change of topic, he asked, "What is his identity? Can it be confirmed?"

Ning Zhiheng nodded and said, "It has been confirmed that the real Japanese spy is undoubtedly! Short guns and potassium cyanide drugs were found during the arrest."

There is nothing wrong with this! Zhao Ziliang nodded, and at this moment, the interrogator said, "Team leader Ning, the criminal has fainted again."
Chapter completed!