He Changzheng shook his head. "I'm not sure. I can speak fluent Chinese. I can't verify the real identity information. The identity information I have verified so far is all fake."
Song Yun took out the needle bag and said, "When a person is in extreme pain and panic, the words that come out of their mouth must be their native language. Is the recording equipment ready?"
He Changzheng glanced at the tape recorder beside him, nodded to his subordinate who was guarding it, and then said, "We're ready."
"Then let's get started."
Song Yun walked up to the prisoner with a needle bag in her hand. The prisoner was the one whose chin and arms had been cut off by Song Yun. When he saw Song Yun, his eyes instinctively shrank.
Song Yun looked at him and asked, "This is your last chance. Tell me now, or wait until I take action."
The man's jaw had been replaced, so he could speak without difficulty, but he just wouldn't say anything. After Song Yun asked, he closed his eyes.
Song Yun didn't want to waste any more time talking, so she said to He Changzheng: "Hold it down."
He Changzheng held it down as he was told, and then brought another person over to hold down his lower limbs.
Song Yun recalled the sequence of acupuncture in reverse pulse treatment and then began to insert the needles.
When the first needle was inserted, the prisoner did not react at all. When the second needle was inserted, the prisoner suddenly opened his eyes, a painful and distorted expression appeared on his face, and he began to struggle. However, with He Changzheng and others holding him down, his struggle was useless.
Then the third stitch.
The prisoner's eyes were bulging, his skin was red, and his entire face was distorted, which was extremely horrifying.
I can't imagine how much pain he is in now.
Just as Song Yun was about to give him the fourth shot, the man spoke up, "I'll tell you everything. Please, please, let me go. Let me go."
Song Yun looked at He Changzheng.
He Changzheng nodded.
Song Yun stopped needlework.
As the silver needle was withdrawn, the prisoner's frantic struggle relaxed and he could only gasp for breath, like a drowning person who was suddenly rescued from the brink of death.
Five minutes later, the prisoner's body was still shaking, but he could speak normally.
"I'll tell you everything, but I have one condition." The prisoner looked at Song Yun pleadingly, "Give me a quick death, please, give me a quick death."
Song Yun looked at him indifferently and said calmly, "It depends on your performance. If you say even one word incorrectly and we find out, or if you hide something and your colleagues reveal it, I will make you experience the pain you just experienced ten times over."
The prisoner's face was pale. He tried to smile bitterly, but he couldn't manage it. "I'm from Country R. I smuggled into China three months ago and was arranged to replace Sun Yinglong's identity—"
After the fake Sun Yinglong confessed, Song Yun used the same method to get the other two R people to speak.
In this assassination, they were determined to die, trying to destroy the weak relationship that China and Country Y had worked so hard to establish.
If we say that this incident was solely the work of the R country, no one will believe it. Everything here reveals the style of the M country, and the R country has always followed the M country as its leader, so the mastermind behind it is obvious.
Even though I knew it very well, I had no evidence, so it was useless to say anything. I could only argue with Country R about these people.
In addition to revealing a lot of inside information from China, they also got another important piece of information from these people.
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