Ning Zhiheng naturally expected this result, but it was somewhat shocking to others.
Especially Zheng Hongbo, who had been somewhat skeptical of Bian Ze's account, after all, such a young junior, no matter how well he performed, the experience and knowledge of an excellent agent required accumulation through practice and gradual understanding, and could not be achieved overnight.
Especially since he had seen through Ning Zhiheng's identity at a glance, he felt a sense of pride and even subtly criticized Ning Zhiheng, showing his deep disapproval of him.
However, to my surprise, the internal screening process, which I thought would be extremely difficult and involve a huge workload, has not even started yet.
This overly young team leader, in just two hours, reviewed several documents, questioned two or three people, and, based on a few clues, made brilliant deductions and judgments, thus quickly identifying the suspect.
Furthermore, he pointed out that the physical examination immediately verified his judgment, thus uncovering another mole within the Shanghai intelligence station and, to some extent, even saving the Shanghai station.
It is important to understand that if a similar failure were to occur again, and if another Yu Li were to emerge at the Shanghai station, the consequences would be unimaginable. Not only would they not escape the clutches of the Japanese, but the Chief of Staff would also never let these high-ranking officials off the hook again. What awaited them would be severe military law sanctions.
Ning Zhiheng stood up at this moment, looked at Bian Ze, and suggested softly, "I think we should not use torture for the time being. Keeping Luo Xingchao alive may still be of some use to us. If we use torture, it will be easy for someone with ulterior motives to see through it. We should talk to him and persuade him to turn over a new leaf and be used by us again."
Ning Zhiheng's suggestion immediately caught Zheng Hongbo's eye. He thought it was a good idea. He had never had any intelligence sources within the Japanese ranks, but through the Japanese's instructions to Luo Xingchao, he might be able to access and deduce some intelligence. Moreover, he could also pass on some false intelligence that he needed the Japanese to know. Wouldn't that be killing two birds with one stone?
Thinking of this, he quickly said, "Section Chief, Zhiheng's idea is excellent. Luo Xingchao was originally one of our people. He only defected to the enemy because he was tortured by the Japanese. As long as we appeal to his interests and give him a chance to live, and put his mind at ease, it shouldn't be a problem."
Upon hearing Ning Zhiheng and Zheng Hongbo's opinions, Bian Ze nodded and said, "Then let's give him a chance to redeem himself. If he dares to try to deny it, we won't hold back!"
Having made their decision, the three of them followed Hou Weizhao to a secluded room. It was a large room, and the furnishings were very similar to the interrogation room at the Nanjing headquarters. It was dark, damp, and had a bloody smell.
This is an interrogation room that Hou Wei-chao uses to deal with serious offenders; ordinary people don't usually go near it.
Luo Xingchao was stripped down to his underwear and tightly bound to a thick wooden frame. His eyes were filled with despair. At this moment, two of Hou Weizhao's henchmen brought a brazier of burning charcoal to him and casually threw a branding iron into the brazier.
Seeing this, a look of fear flashed in Luo Xingchao's eyes. He didn't want to experience this painful feeling again, but could he be spared if he confessed?
Of course, it was impossible. The military law of the Military Intelligence Investigation Department was ruthless, and its rules were strict. Defection to the enemy was a dead end. Admitting it would be tantamount to suicide. Luo Xingchao couldn't help but feel a sliver of hope. Perhaps if he refused to admit it, there would still be a chance of survival.
Just then, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. He looked up and saw a group of people walking in. His heart tightened, wondering what his fate would be.
Zheng Hongbo waved his hand, and the two of Hou Weizhao's confidants immediately understood his meaning and left the interrogation room.
Only Bian Ze, Zheng Hongbo, Ning Zhiheng, and Hou Weizhao remained in the room. Zheng Hongbo coughed, signaling to Hou Weizhao that they could begin.
The other three sat down to watch, but Hou Weizhao came to Luo Xingchao. With a hint of regret on his face, he said, "Xingchao, you are someone I personally trained. I never expected things to end like this. I don't want to say much, but out of consideration for our years of friendship, I specifically pleaded with the station chief. As long as you are willing to turn back and return to the cause of the nation, and serve our country again, we can let you atone for your crimes. As long as you make a great contribution, we can forgive and forget what happened before, and you will still be our comrade."
Upon hearing Hou Weizhao's words, Luo Xingchao looked at Hou Weizhao suspiciously, then at the three people behind him. His lips hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he remained silent.
Hou Weizhao's expression changed, and a hint of coldness appeared in his voice. He said again, "Xingchao, you know the family rules of our Military Intelligence Investigation Department. What are the consequences of defecting to the enemy? Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about your family."
When Luo Xingchao heard Hou Weizhao mention his family, his expression changed immediately. He knew that the Military Intelligence Investigation Department would show no mercy to traitors, and would not even spare their families.
At this moment, Zheng Hongbo also got up and came to Luo Xingchao. He was the station chief of the military intelligence station and usually had a great deal of authority. Luo Xingchao always treated him with great respect.
Zheng Hongbo stepped forward and said solemnly, "Luo Xingchao, I know you still have a sliver of hope, but you're also a special agent. Tell me, how did you get all these scars? We're all experts, so don't tell me it was something like a fall!"
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