stonecrandall How could Chapter 11 be completely without problems?
How could Chapter 11 be completely without problems?
"Baka...useless trash!" Colonel Yoshimoto Naritada angrily kicked over the table. "Send him to the hospital for treatment. Next!"
Next to be interrogated was a Japanese Navy communications officer, and the interrogation process was exactly the same.
After the injection, the telegraph operator struggled in extreme pain and recounted the details of his telegraph work without reservation. He even explained how to set the passwords and the number of telegrams he received and sent each day. However, he still did not reveal a single clue about the leakage of intelligence.
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The person in charge of the Mei Agency, Genji Moto, was not idle either. Although he did not personally participate in the interrogation, his adjutant, Chiba Nakamura, was even more ruthless.
He was interrogating a staff officer. In the interrogation room, various instruments of torture were laid out around the room. The staff officer was tied to a chair and, when faced with Nakamura Chiba's interrogation, initially firmly denied any involvement in the leak.
"You won't talk, huh?" Nakamura Chiba grinned sinisterly. "Then you'll see what I'm capable of."
He signaled to his men to administer "electrocution" to the staff officer. As soon as the electricity was applied, the staff officer convulsed like a shrimp, his body began to contort, and his face showed an expression of extreme pain.
In a scream, he bit off half of his tongue, and blood splattered on the slogan on the wall, "Seven lives to serve the country, may the military fortune last forever," like a string of eerie cherry blossoms.
Upon seeing this, Nakamura Chiba's smile froze for a moment, and then his eyes became even more ruthless.
He crouched down, wiped the bloodstains splattered on his face with a handkerchief, and sneered, "You've got a tough bone, but you've used it in the wrong place."
He gestured to his men to drag the unconscious staff officer away, then pointed outside and shouted, "Bring another one in!" The next one brought in was a young officer. When he saw the still-wet bloodstains on the ground and the eerie slogans on the wall, his legs began to tremble involuntarily.
Nakamura Chiba gave him no time to process what was happening, picking up the leather whip from the table and lashing it across the officer's back with a whooshing sound. The sound of flesh tearing was particularly jarring in the interrogation room.
The officer trembled with pain, but gritted his teeth, refusing to utter a sound. Nakamura Chiba seemed enraged by his silence, and the whip lashed harder and harder. Soon, the officer's back was a bloody mess, and he slumped in his chair like a lump of mud, his consciousness fading. Even so, from his intermittent groans, there was still no mention of any information leak.
Shi Yuanxian watched all this from the listening room, his brows furrowed. He had thought that he could finally dig out something using these methods, but he hadn't expected that these people would either talk about trivial daily matters like the communications officer, or be like the staff officer and this officer, preferring to suffer torture rather than utter a single word. This made his doubts grow deeper and deeper.
Japan is a country with an extremely strict hierarchy. Although they dare not act recklessly towards people of noble birth like Yamamoto Ichiro, they show no restraint towards officers of commoner origin and use severe torture without any leniency because they are "comrades"!
Chiba Nakamura tried to coerce and entice him, but apart from screams of pain, the staff officer never uttered a single word that pointed to the leaker.
The same situation occurred with the military police. They interrogated several soldiers and junior officers who had access to the intelligence, using various interrogation methods, including the use of scopolamine, but everyone insisted that they were not involved in the leak, and the investigation reached a stalemate.
Meanwhile, at the Jinling Yihe Road Mansion.
Nanzo Yunzi's well-fitting "kimono" makes her look formal, but at the same time, there is an "abnormally large slit" on her chest, and her two snow-white breasts are "about to pop out"!
Sitting opposite him was Huang Jun, the Secretary-General of the Executive Yuan of the Nationalist Government. His neat gray Zhongshan suit, adorned with the national emblem of the Republic of China, revealed his extraordinary status. A lewd glint flashed in his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses.
"Mr. Huang Li!" Nanzo Yunzi's voice was soft and charming as she gently grasped Huang Jun's hand. "Now you know, the last intelligence leak greatly angered the entire Empire. We investigated extensively but came up with no leads. I suppose you've done some internal investigation?"
Huang Jun frowned slightly, looking troubled: "Miss Yunzi, this matter is very tricky. I have some influence in the Executive Yuan, but intelligence of this level is difficult for even Chairman Wang to access, let alone me! It's hard to find any useful information in a short time."
Nanzo Yunzi moved closer to Huang Jun, her fragrance lingering faintly. She said coquettishly, "Huang Jun, please help me. If you can resolve this matter, I will naturally..." As she spoke, she gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes full of alluring charm.
Huang Jun hesitated for a moment, and seeing this, Nanzo Yunzi leaned against Huang Li. ................... (500 words omitted here)!
At the Kuomintang's Shanghai station, station chief Zhao Lijun and deputy station chief Wang Tianmu were closely monitoring the actions of the Japanese intelligence agency.
"Station Boss, the Japanese are really going big with this search!"
I'm worried that if they actually find Crow or Crow's source of intelligence, then we'll be in trouble. Our most important military intelligence line will be cut off!
However, according to the information we relayed back from the Special Higher Police's "wire mesh," the Japanese investigation yielded no results. All those who had access to this intelligence were native Japanese. The Japanese used every means at their disposal, but strangely enough, it seems that no one leaked it.
I wonder where this crow got such accurate information from?
"This is simply unbelievable!" said Deputy Station Chief Wang Tianmu while looking at the intelligence report.
Zhao Lijun nodded: "Hmph, let them fight like dogs. Our most important thing now is to find the crow. Once we find the crow, everything will be clear!"
Shen Zui frowned as well: "But so many days have passed, and there's still no news from Crow. Could something have happened to him?"
Zhao Lijun pondered for a moment: "No, since Crow was able to send out such important intelligence, he must have his own plans and means of self-protection. Let's keep an eye on the safe house; I don't believe he won't show up."
While a large group of "elites" from the Shanghai Special Higher Police, the Mei Agency, the Military Police Headquarters, the Military Intelligence Bureau, and Nanzo Yunzi were desperately searching for clues, the instigator and the person involved, Han Zhenhua, was leisurely taking an evening stroll in the garden surrounding the villa at No. 169 Jing'an Road. He was wearing a moon-white long robe and playing with two shiny walnuts that he had bought from the antique market!
He bought this after pawning a large Ming Dynasty official kiln blue and white porcelain vase and a Song Dynasty Ding kiln porcelain jar, which he received in exchange for a large yellow croaker, three small yellow croakers, and 500 French currency. Having food in hand allows one to take a leisurely stroll without feeling anxious!
His footsteps made a soft sound on the bluestone path. The evening breeze rustled through the camphor trees in the flower garden, scattering a few delicate leaves. Han Zhenhua looked up at the waning moon in the sky, a barely perceptible smile curving his lips.
He knew that all forces were like sharks smelling blood, searching everywhere for any clues related to him. But no one would have thought that this man who stirred up trouble was enjoying a moment of peace in the garden of the most upscale residential area in the British Concession, a place of tranquility amidst the hustle and bustle.