Lost and Spy

Chapter 3 First Use of Punishment
Huizhong Hotel.

Jiro Matsumoto hurried into the hotel.

As the head of the Nanjing spy agency, he made a splendid military exploit this time.

He panicked that he was a Korean and became a good "friend" with Xiong Zizhuang, a major staff officer of the National Government Military Commission.

A piece of information was obtained from Xiongzizhuang at the wine table.

Especially the strategic defense map of the National Government Army that was just stolen, this is simply a miracle.

He must become a legend in the history of espionage.

Park Zhongmin called in such a hurry, there must be some important information.

Room 318.

The door was closed, and Jiro Matsumoto looked around and quickly walked in.

This is a luxury suite with living room outside and bedroom inside.

Jiro Matsumoto didn't see Park Zhongmin, but saw a young and beautiful woman in a well-fitting cheongsam sitting on the sofa in the living room.

"I went wrong." Jiro Matsumoto said immediately.

"No." The woman actually stood up and smiled: "Boss Park is in the bedroom."

Jiro Matsumoto was suddenly alert.

Park Zhongmin will never let a third party appear when he is connecting with himself!

trap!

He turned around and wanted to leave, but it was too late.

Three guys with big shoulders and round waists rushed in and pushed Jiro Matsumoto to the ground.

"What are you doing, what are you doing!" Jiro Matsumoto struggled desperately.

Meng Shaoyuan walked in slowly, glanced at Zhu Yanni, and nodded to her.

"Help, help." Zhu Yanni burst into tears, tearing up her neckline while pointing at Jiro Matsumoto on the ground and crying:
"This hooligan broke in and knocked me down. He wanted to force, rape...rape me!"

"Let go of me, let me go!" Jiro Matsumoto used all his strength, and was pressed by three big men and could not move at all: "One nonsense, one nonsense!"

Meng Shaoyuan squatted down: "I'm from the NJ City Public Security Bureau Detective Team!"

(Note: After 1937, the "Public Security Bureau" in each provincial capital city will be renamed "Police Bureau" again.)
Meng Shaoyuan pointed at Zhu Yanni: "If you talk about a woman, you will ruin your reputation and say that you do something that is inferior to a pig and a dog? Name!"

Matsumoto Jiro suddenly realized, but his heart was no longer panic.

This is "fairy jump".

There are some police officers who will find this kind of woman, frame it, and then hit it hard.

It is estimated that Park Zhongmin also fell into their hands, right?

Jiro Matsumoto was relieved a lot: "My name is Wu Xingliang, a Korean. I was wronged, wronged."

"Wrongly wronged? You say wronged is wronged? Fuck, it's stupid to be a police officer?" Meng Shaoyuan put on a rogue policeman's posture: "Tie it up and take it back!"

In a moment, Matsumoto Jiro was bound by five flowers.

Meng Shaoyuan waved his hand: "Go!"

When I took them downstairs, the guests in the hotel came out to watch, curiously pointing at Jiro Matsumoto.

Meng Shaoyuan raised his voice in particular: "I caught a rogue, and if you want to be strong, don't look at it, don't look at it."

Jiro Matsumoto could not wait to find a hole to drill down.

As for Meng Shaoyuan's subordinates, he never thought that he would use this method to arrest Jiro Matsumoto!

Meng Shaoyuan called Liu Huanwen over and whispered: "Immediately conduct a comprehensive search of the offices of Da Mao Yangxing and Matsumoto Jiro!"

……

"Name!"

Jiro Matsumoto knew that he had been fooled, just like Park Zhongmin, he never dreamed that this group of guys calling themselves "policemen" would turn out to be secret agents.

Now, all he has to do is grit his teeth and never reveal his true identity: "As I said before, my name is Wu Xingliang, a Korean, and I came to Nanjing to do business."

"Oh, so it is." Meng Shaoyuan smiled: "Originally, if you are Japanese, I really dare not do anything to you, there is no way, otherwise your Japanese embassy will protest today, and tomorrow will give you an ultimatum. A little spy can't afford to be punished. But you're Korean? That's easy. Let me ask you one last time, who are you?"

"Korea!" Jiro Matsumoto went out of his way.

Meng Shaoyuan waved his hand: "Use torture!"

Xiang Shounong grinned and picked up the whip from the bucket.

"Ah...ah!"

A scream swirled in the air.

This kind of leather whip dipped in water, hitting a dozen leather whips can really kill people.

Xiang Shounong took a few whips, fearing that he would actually kill the opponent, so he paused temporarily: "Tell me, what's your name!"

"Wu...Xing...Liang..."

Although Jiro Matsumoto was as angry as a gossamer, he clenched his mouth tightly and did not let go.

"Shaoyuan, this guy is tough." Xiang Shounong turned around: "Fight again?"

Meng Shaoyuan found that when Xiang Shounong was talking, he was holding the leather whip in his hand, the veins on the back of his hand were sticking out, and his nostrils were moving.

This is the performance of excitement and anticipation.

This guy has mental problems and likes to torture people, but he is indeed the most suitable candidate for execution.

"If he beats him any more, I still want to live." Meng Shaoyuan said slowly, "Come on, I'll teach you a way."

Hehe, seven years later, the China-US Cooperation Institute was established, and more than 130 torture instruments were successively established. Meng Shaoyuan visited them in his previous life, and most of them are remembered in his mind.

I am doing the same experiment on you, I am not afraid that you will not recruit!

He called Xiang Shounong to his side and said a few words in his ear.

Xiang Shounong was stunned, and looked at Meng Shaoyuan dumbfoundedly: "Shaoyuan, don't be a pervert, can you think of such a perverted method?"

I rely on!

Meng Shaoyuan's nose was almost crooked.

Obviously you are a fucking psychopath, and you are actually relying on my head...

……

After half an hour.

Jiro Matsumoto woke up leisurely.

When he saw Xiang Shounong picked up another bamboo stick, he completely collapsed:

"Don't...don't..."

"Don't do it!" Xiang Shounong was anxious.

He was just getting excited.

Unfortunately, Jiro Matsumoto can no longer bear:
"My name is... Jiro Matsumoto... Japanese..."

(End of this chapter)