Looking at Takeshita Shinya's actions, Ning Zhiheng did not disturb him, but just observed from a distance. However, after a long time, it seemed that he was just lying there to rest and not doing anything, and he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

After observing for a while, Takeshita Shin was still not moving. Ning Zhiheng was unwilling to waste it any more. He walked over quickly, which quickly aroused He Siming's alertness.

Fortunately, Ning Zhiheng's student outfit made He Siming relax a little. Seeing Ning Zhiheng approaching, he couldn't help but ask: "Student, what are you here to do?"

Ning Zhiheng looked at him with a smile and said lightly: "What are you doing here? There is nothing here except trees. Do you run here to sleep?"

Ning Zhiheng's words shocked He Siming. This person had been staring at him for a while, otherwise how could he know that he was resting here?

He looked at Ning Zhiheng coldly, not knowing the purpose of the person in front of him, but it was definitely not a good thing. He directly pulled his hand to his waist, not knowing the enemy, so he would just stop the other party and talk.

Ning Zhiheng didn't say anything anymore. His way of handling was always straightforward and there was not so much fancy nonsense. Just as He Siming was moving, he took a step forward and jumped in front of He Siming at an extremely fast speed. At the same time, he punched his left fist and hit He Siming's right rib.

"Ao!" He Siming let out a scream in pain, feeling half of his body numb and his body fell to the ground. The powerful blow made him curl up together.

Vulnerable, Ning Zhiheng couldn't help but shake his head. This person had never received fighting training and had no protective movements in the face of a blow. His reaction movements were also slow. How could this person be an agent? Could it be that he was really a mistake?

Ning Zhiheng was surprised, but he still reached out to search He Siming. This was a necessary procedure after the arrest to prevent the opponent from resisting. Soon, a pistol was found on He Siming's waist, which was the southern pistol commonly used by Japanese agents.

"Southern Pistol? Japanese?" Ning Zhiheng squatted down and looked at He Siming coldly.

He Siming's face was already in pain, and when he heard Ning Zhiheng's question, he turned pale again. He looked at Ning Zhiheng in horror.

Ning Zhiheng took out his officer's ID from his top pocket, and unfolded it and shone it in front of He Siming's eyes.

"Let me introduce it. Ning Zhiheng, the operation team leader of the China Military Intelligence Investigation Service, was ordered to eliminate the members of the Japanese plainclothes team. Do you have nothing to say?" Ning Zhiheng's voice was calm, and his eyes were as cold as a knife and his eyes were sharp.

He Siming trembled all over and looked at Ning Zhiheng with wide eyes, but was frightened by Ning Zhiheng's vicious eyes and dodged to the side, just hesitating and unable to speak for a long time.

Ning Zhiheng put the southern pistol on He Siming's head and said coldly: "I don't want to listen to nonsense. Now tell me what other end points are there in your plainclothes team besides the courtyard where you live? Don't want to lie. The entire Guanyang Town is surrounded by us. Without you, I can find them. The difference is just a little troublesome. If you think it clearly, then answer me."

After saying that, he pushed the muzzle in his hand forward and pressed He Siming's head to the ground.

At this time, He Siming's body pain gradually eased, but his body was still soft and unable to move. Ning Zhiheng's blowing force was too strong, which made him, a person who had not undergone fighting training, could not bear it at all.

He gasped, his voice trembling and whispered, "Just say it, you, you will kill me, right?"

Ning Zhiheng's eyes eased slightly and said, "To be honest, if you are Japanese, you will kill you just by saying it, but you are Taiwanese. For the sake of being Chinese, I can still save you a life."

"How do you know?" He Siming suddenly felt like he was electrocuted, his eyes wide open, and he stared at Ning Zhiheng in a daze. He was a Taiwanese. In the plainclothes team, only teacher Akihito knew that even other agents were unaware of it.

Ning Zhiheng said lightly: "Is it strange? Actually, we know more, so you'd better be honest, otherwise, Takeshita, my fingers move, your precious life will disappear in this world. How about it?"

The other party knew the courtyard where he was hiding, and even his identity and Japanese name were clear. It was simply incredible. It seemed that he had been paying attention to him for a long time, but it was ridiculous that he still knew nothing and had never noticed it.

He Siming couldn't help but laugh bitterly. He was an unknown young man who was worthy of attention, but today he was hitting his gun on his forehead, so he couldn't get over it no matter what.

When he knew that he could not hide it at all, he felt much more relaxed at this time and said, "Okay, since you know everything, I will say it all. In fact, I hate these Japanese people very much, but I can't help it. After all, my relatives are still in Taiwan, so I dare not resist them."

Ning Zhiheng was a little surprised when he agreed so frankly. Although he knew that the Taiwanese were not loyal to the Japanese, it was beyond his expectations for such a smooth situation, and it saved a lot of trouble.

However, he was not afraid that this Taiwanese would lie to him. Anyway, the plainclothes team's foothold has been mastered by him. It is a matter of time before he was arrested. If this Taiwanese wants to lie to him, the consequences will be very serious.

Ning Zhiheng raised his gun and signaled He Siming to turn over and sit up. He Siming moved slowly for a while before he felt relieved.

"You are too heavy!" He Siming covered his right rib with his hands, frowned and endured the pain.

Ning Zhiheng looked at He Siming with a little speechless. This guy thought he was serious. We are in a hostile relationship now!

Ning Zhiheng took two steps back and looked at He Siming and said, "You seem to have not undergone fighting training, and you have no reaction at all when you start. I have caught so many Japanese agents, but I am not as good as you. Are the quality of Japanese agents so poor now?"

He Siming replied helplessly: "What kind of Japanese agent am I? It was not long ago that I was forced to recruit the Special High School class."

After saying that, he didn't need Ning Zhiheng to ask questions, so he told Ning Zhiheng everything about his situation.

After listening to He Siming's narrative, Ning Zhiheng recalled the scene when he first saw He Siming, and the situation he described was indeed correct. On the eve of the war, He Siming was in the Japanese-occupied area in Shanghai. He received an early warning from Uehara Chunping, and then he escaped. However, He Siming was difficult for him to escape this disaster.

Ning Zhiheng asked again: "I believe you for now. So, your teacher Akito Akito is the captain of your investigators. Did he introduce you to the special high school class?"

He Siming nodded and said to the truth: "Yes, at that time, Japanese special high school courses urgently needed a group of Chinese-proficient personnel. The teacher thought of me and I couldn't refuse. Besides, if I didn't join, I might die on the battlefield. The teacher was also helping me!"

In his tone, he respected his teacher Akito Akito, and it was obvious that the two of them still had a good relationship between teachers and students.

Ning Zhiheng smiled slightly, but a trace of sinister flashed across his eyes. As long as he dared to do things for the Japanese wholeheartedly, he would never let He Siming go.

"How many people are there in your Tanikawa brigade and who is the leader?"

"There are about 160 people, led by Colonel Tanikawa Kazuma."

"Where are they hiding now?" Ning Zhiheng mentioned the most important question, which was what he urgently wanted to know.

But He Siming spread his hands: "I really don't know this!"

However, seeing Ning Zhiheng's face turned cold, he waved his hands repeatedly, and then said: "Our investigators are hiding in Guanyang Town. Because there are too many people in the operation, they dare not place them in the townships. It is easy to be noticed when they get together, so they enter remote villages to hide or hide in the countryside. I really don't know the specific location.

But my teacher must know, and intelligence officer Nosuke Iwai may also know that I am just a slutty person and have never asked. You saw it just now. I just found a place to hide and go back until it's almost dark. Anyway, they are used to it."

"Doing your life?" Ning Zhiheng said lightly, "If you don't want to serve them, you can go directly to the Chinese garrison to expose them, and there is no need to look wronged!"

He Siming's eyes stagnated, and it took him a long time to say helplessly: "I'll report them, what should I do? What should I do if my parents and relatives in Taiwan do?"

Ning Zhiheng smiled coldly, and he was too lazy to argue with He Siming. Besides, what He Siming said was not wrong. For the safety of his relatives, he really had reason not to report to the Japanese and could only live a life.

But Ning Zhiheng couldn't care so much. He didn't have the time to share his worries and sorrows for others. He then asked, "Do you know how many plainclothes teams the Japanese lurked in Pudong? Where are they?"

He Siming knew that Ning Zhiheng was a little impatient, so he quickly told everything he knew: "There are four teams in total, and they each have their own range of activities. The Guchuan Brigade is the command center, mainly in the Yangjing District area, conducting reconnaissance of the garrison command and artillery positions. There is also the Kobayashi Detachment operating near the supply line of the Chinese army, responsible for attacking the convoys of transportation.

There is also the Gangtian team moving around Wusongkou area and the Noguchi team being in Takahashi area, but I really don’t know the specific location.”

Ning Zhiheng believed this. With He Siming as an ordinary investigator, he could not know the specific location of other teams.
Chapter completed!