He barely made it back to the interrogation room and sat down next to Ning Zhiheng. Ning Zhiheng looked at his face, which was red from vomiting, and smiled slightly. He said slowly, "I thought you weren't coming back!"
Wang Shucheng shook his head slightly, trying to sit up straight and maintain a proper military posture. He forced his eyes to focus on the interrogator's movements, and then asked softly, "Team leader, we joined the Military Intelligence Bureau together, but I feel like I'm doing terribly. I'm always forcing myself to adapt to everything here, always trying to follow in your footsteps, but I'm getting further and further away. Am I not suited to be a secret agent?"
Ning Zhiheng looked at Wang Shucheng and said quietly, "Perhaps it would have been better if you had gone to the army. Someone with your personality would definitely need more experience to be a special agent."
At this point, he leaned forward slightly and whispered, enunciating each word clearly, "In our line of work as spies, there's no room for error. You must always remember one thing I'm saying: you must be ruthless and never be soft-hearted! Otherwise, you'll pay a heavy price later, perhaps even your life!"
Wang Shucheng didn't say anything more, but just continued to sit there motionless!
Time passed slowly, and Ning Zhiheng and Wang Shucheng watched silently until Xing Lixuan, now a bloody mess, finally let out another piercing wail, his last words barely audible: "I'll talk, I'll talk! Stop torturing me! You devils!"
Ning Zhiheng let out a soft breath, slowly stood up, walked to Xing Lixuan, looked at Xing Lixuan who had been tortured beyond recognition, and suddenly kicked out, kicking him hard in the face!
"You worthless wretch!" came a curse.
Xing Lixuan felt as if a giant hammer had smashed into his face. His head was kicked back, and with a buzzing sound, he almost lost consciousness from a severe headache. Blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, and two teeth were spat out along with the blood!
Ning Zhiheng's attack completely caught everyone off guard. Wang Shucheng trembled, barely managing to stay still. The interrogators next to Ning Zhiheng were also startled and took a step back, clearing a space around him.
After a long while, one of the bolder interrogators cautiously spoke up: "Team Leader Ning, we can't hit him anymore. The prisoner's physical condition won't be able to take it!"
Ning Zhiheng did not lay a hand on Xing Lixuan again, but simply waved for them to leave. Xing Lixuan had already spoken, so there was no need for these interrogators anymore.
Seeing Ning Zhiheng's gaze, no one dared to say another word. They avoided him as if he were a plague god, quickly leaving the interrogation room.
After the interrogators left, Ning Zhiheng bent down and dragged Xing Lixuan to the interrogation table like a dead dog.
"Your true identity?"
"Ryota Takano, an agent of the Special Higher Police Section of the Japanese Ministry of Home Affairs."
"What is the identity of your wife, Kang Chunxue?"
"She's my assistant, Misa Kawada!"
"Your upline?"
"We're not online! Oh, stop! We really aren't! We're just undercover; we're not involved in any intelligence work!"
"You weren't involved? Then why did you warn Geng Boming? Who told you that Geng Boming had been exposed?"
As the interrogation progressed, under Ning Zhiheng's persistent questioning, the details of the matter finally came to light.
It turns out that Ryota Takano and Misa Kawada were spies carefully trained by the Japanese Special Higher Police. Four years ago, they were ordered to infiltrate Nanjing. Like Geng Boming, they were individual pawns who did not have any contact with other intelligence groups and directly received instructions from Yuji Imai, the head of the Special Higher Police headquarters' intelligence group.
The difference is that they are all real Japanese spies, and of course, their ranks are far above Geng Boming's. Their main task is to be ready to follow Imai Yuji's orders at any time and deal with any emergencies.
Unlike other spies, who only have one fixed contact time each day, in the evening.
He and Misa Kawada took turns guarding that radio every day, receiving instructions from headquarters every two hours, and then acting accordingly. This routine had continued uninterrupted for four years.
They were like an alarm clock set up by Yuji Imai on the Nanjing intelligence front. In the event of the most urgent situation, the Japanese intelligence organization could always respond in the shortest possible time through the two of them.
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