He knew his identity had been completely exposed. The other party knew his previous alias, the pistol on his body, and the drugs hidden in his collar. He couldn't explain or deny any of this. Now it was up to him to see if he could survive the torture.
Ning Zhiheng smiled coldly. It had been a while since he had personally presided over interrogations. Now, everyone in the Military Intelligence Investigation Department had a lot of complaints about his interrogation methods, especially after he personally killed the Japanese spy Ikeda Kosuke during an interrogation. They tried to keep him out of the way during general interrogations to prevent similar situations from happening again.
“Li Chunfeng, your identity is undeniable. The sooner you confess, the less you'll suffer and the easier it will be for everyone. Otherwise, you'll end up like your companions, living a life worse than death, and it will be too late for regrets!” Ning Zhiheng said.
After saying that, seeing that Takayuki Tahara had shut his mouth and stopped answering, he was too lazy to lecture him anymore. In the end, he still had to use methods. These real Japanese spies had strong willpower, and he couldn't do anything about it without taking action.
He waved his hand, turned around and sat back down in his chair, quietly watching the interrogators take action.
Everything was the same old procedure. The interrogators didn't even ask Ning Zhiheng for a confession; they just brought up all the serious criminal penalties.
The air in the interrogation room suddenly became tense. At first, Nishihara Takayuki clenched his teeth and kept silent, but he soon couldn't hold back and let out a series of shrill screams.
Sharp iron spikes and red-hot branding irons were used in turn on the flesh and blood bodies. After the prisoners fainted, basins of cold water with coarse salt were poured on them to wake them up, and then a new round of torture would begin.
Ning Zhiheng sat in his chair, observing coldly, quietly waiting for Nishihara Takayuki to speak.
Without his orders, the interrogators dared not stop, and the stench of blood in the air grew stronger, making the interrogation increasingly brutal.
Just then, the interrogation room door opened, and Ning Zhiheng looked up to see his superior, Zhao Ziliang, the head of the action section.
He quickly got up and stepped forward to greet her.
"Section Chief, what brings you here!" Ning Zhiheng said.
"Your entire action team was mobilized today, such a big commotion, how could I not know? I came to see what you've gained here," Zhao Ziliang said with a smile.
Early this morning, Ning Zhiheng led the entire fourth action team out. Zhao Ziliang knew this was a major operation, and given Ning Zhiheng's style, there would definitely be results today.
So Zhao Ziliang waited at the Military Intelligence Investigation Department until Ning Zhiheng actually brought the prisoner back, which really surprised Zhao Ziliang.
Although he had long known that his subordinate was extremely talented and had exceptional action capabilities, Zhao Ziliang still found it hard to believe that the prisoner had been brought back just one day after the mission was assigned.
Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, he decided to come and see for himself what Ning Zhiheng had gained.
Ning Zhiheng replied with a smile, "This is such a small matter, you don't need to worry about it. The interrogation will take place soon, and I will naturally report to you as soon as possible."
Zhao Ziliang nodded, turned around and looked at the prisoner being tortured. His pupils shrank slightly. The prisoner was almost unrecognizable as human, and had completely turned into a blurry mass of flesh and blood.
He couldn't help but feel a little regretful. He had known all along that this subordinate was best at arresting people, but he was ruthless, especially when it came to interrogation, where his skills were very crude.
He couldn't help but smack his lips, looking helplessly at Ning Zhiheng, and said again, "You were still a bit too heavy-handed!"
However, seeing Ning Zhiheng's nonchalant attitude, he couldn't help but shake his head. He had reminded him before, but Ning Zhiheng still did things his own way, so he didn't want to bring it up again.
The tone shifted abruptly, and the question was asked, "What exactly is your identity? Can you confirm it?"
Ning Zhiheng nodded and said, "It's confirmed. He's definitely a real Japanese spy! They found a pistol and potassium cyanide during the arrest."
That's right! Zhao Ziliang nodded. Just then, the interrogator said, "Team Leader Ning, the prisoner has fainted again."
"Then wake him up with water, and get on with it. Even if it's a piece of stubborn iron, I'll boil it into juice!" Ning Zhiheng said viciously.
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