Seeing Takeshita Shinya's actions, Ning Zhiheng did not disturb him, but only observed him from a distance. However, after a long time, it seemed that he was just lying there resting and did not make any move. Ning Zhiheng couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
After observing for a while longer, Takeshita Shinya still didn't make any move. Ning Zhiheng was unwilling to waste any more time, so he quickly walked over, which soon alerted He Siming.
Fortunately, Ning Zhiheng's school uniform made He Siming relax a little. As Ning Zhiheng approached, he couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing here, young man?"
Ning Zhiheng looked at him with a half-smile and said calmly, "What are you doing here? There's nothing here but trees. Did you come here to sleep?"
Ning Zhiheng's words startled He Siming. This man had been watching him for some time; otherwise, how would he know that he was resting here?
He stared coldly at Ning Zhiheng, unsure of the man's intentions, but certain it wasn't good. He reached for his waist, deciding to subdue the man first if he couldn't tell who was friend or foe.
Ning Zhiheng didn't waste any more words. His approach was always straightforward, without any fancy talk. Just as He Siming made his move, he took a step forward and quickly leaped in front of He Siming, simultaneously throwing out his left fist, which landed solidly on He Siming's right rib.
"Ouch!" He Siming let out a painful scream, feeling half of his body go numb with pain. He collapsed to the ground, the powerful blow causing him to curl up in a ball.
Easily defeated, Ning Zhiheng shook his head. This person had not received any combat training, made no defensive moves in the face of attacks, and reacted sluggishly. How could this person be a special agent? Could it be a mistake?
Ning Zhiheng was surprised, but he still reached out and searched He Siming's body. This was a necessary procedure after the arrest to prevent the opponent from having any means of resistance. He quickly found a pistol on He Siming's waist. It was the Nambu pistol commonly used by Japanese agents.
"Nanbu pistol? Japanese?" Ning Zhiheng squatted down and looked coldly at He Siming.
He Siming's face was already contorted with pain, and upon hearing Ning Zhiheng's question, it turned deathly pale. He looked at Ning Zhiheng with terrified eyes.
Ning Zhiheng took out his military officer's ID from his jacket pocket, unfolded it, and showed it to He Siming.
"Let me introduce myself. I am Ning Zhiheng, the action team leader of the Chinese Military Intelligence Investigation Department. I have been ordered to eliminate members of the Japanese plainclothes team. Do you have anything to say?" Ning Zhiheng's voice was calm, but his cold, icy gaze was sharp and piercing.
He Siming trembled and stared at Ning Zhiheng with wide eyes, but was so frightened by Ning Zhiheng's sinister gaze that he darted to the side, stammering and unable to speak for a long time.
Ning Zhiheng pressed the Southern pistol against He Siming's head and said coldly, "I don't want to hear nonsense. Tell me now, besides the compound where you live, where else does your plainclothes team have a hideout? Don't even think about lying. The entire Guanyang Town is under our siege. Even without you, I can find them. The only difference is that it will be a little more troublesome. Think it over before you answer me."
After saying that, he thrust the muzzle of his gun forward, pressing He Siming's head firmly to the ground.
He Siming's pain gradually subsided, but he was still limp and unable to move. Ning Zhiheng's blows were too powerful for someone like him who had no combat training to withstand.
He gasped for breath, his voice trembling as he whispered, "Even if I tell you, you'll still kill me, won't you?"
Ning Zhiheng's gaze softened slightly as he spoke, "To be honest, if you were Japanese, I would kill you even if you said so. But you are Taiwanese, and I can spare your life for the sake of us being Chinese."
"How did you know?" He Siming was immediately startled, his eyes widening as he stared blankly at Ning Zhiheng. The fact that he was Taiwanese was known only to their teacher, Akita Akihito, in the plainclothes team; even the other agents were unaware of it.
Ning Zhiheng said casually, "Is it strange? Actually, we know more, so you'd better tell the truth, otherwise, Takeshita-kun, with a flick of my finger, your precious life will disappear from this world, how about that?"
It's unbelievable that the other party knew the courtyard where he was hiding, and even his identity and Japanese name. It seems they've been watching him for a long time, and it's laughable that he was completely unaware and hadn't noticed at all.
He Siming couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. He was just an unknown nobody, yet someone actually had his eye on him. But now that a gun was pointed at his head, there was no way he could make excuses anymore.
Knowing that he could no longer hide it, he felt much more relaxed and said, "Alright, since you already know, I'll tell you everything. Actually, I hate these Japanese people very much, but I have no choice. After all, my family is still in Taiwan, and I dare not resist them."
Ning Zhiheng was somewhat surprised by his quick and decisive agreement. Although he knew that this Taiwanese man was not very loyal to the Japanese, the fact that it went so smoothly was beyond his expectations and saved him a lot of trouble.
However, he wasn't afraid of this Taiwanese man lying to him. Anyway, he had already found out where the plainclothes team was, and their capture was only a matter of time. If this Taiwanese man tried to deceive him, the consequences would be severe.
Ning Zhiheng raised the gun barrel, signaling He Siming to sit up. He Siming moved around slowly for a while before feeling better.
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