My spy diary

Chapter 76 Loach (please recommend and vote monthly)
In the interrogation room, Xu Yingchao was shackled and sitting on the interrogation chair with his head lowered and weak.

He had imagined various ways in which he could be exposed, but he never imagined that he would be arrested in such a cowardly manner today.

Still fell into the hands of his opponent.

The only hope now is that Wang Xinheng doesn't have much evidence, and his cousin knows about his arrest and wants to find a way to get him out.

"Xu Yingchao, Lao Xu, everyone is in this business. You know the rules. Don't make it difficult for me."

Wang Xinheng was in a happy mood while holding a cup of hot tea.

"Wang Xinheng, what are you doing? Why are you arresting me? Do you want the No. 1 and No. 2 departments to start a war?" Xu Yingchao frowned and refuted sternly. However, in the eyes of Wang Xinheng and Zhang Yi, his appearance was somewhat stern and inwardly jealous. .

"How dare you quibble when you are about to die? What qualifications do you have to say this?"

Wang Xinheng picked up the tea cup on the table and smashed it directly. The fragments flew everywhere. Xu Yingchao's forehead instantly showed a bloodstain. The hot tea soup made his face twitch and his whole body tremble.

"Do you think you are smart? You have a plan, and I have a ladder. If there is no evidence, I will arrest you?" Wang Xinheng smiled contemptuously and took out an envelope from his arms.

That's exactly what Japanese spy Wu Chunhe (Araki) put under his movie theater seat.

It was just replaced by Zhang Yi's trick.

Seeing this letter, Xu Yingchao turned pale.

Wang Xinheng ignored it, smiled sarcastically, unfolded the letter, and read it slowly.

"Venomous bee, find out the reason for Noguchi Fujio's arrest at all costs. I saw a viper at the same place over the weekend."

As the content of the letter fell into Xu Yingchao's ears, his originally pale face completely lost its color, his eyes were blurred, a layer of fine sweat beads covered his forehead, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

Xu Yingchao could not help but tremble all over. He felt as if his heart was on a fire, gradually bubbling and gurgling.

The most painful thing in the world is not the time of despair, but the time when you worry about gains and losses, and then add fuel to the fire.

Wang Xinheng clapped his hands again, and a plainclothes man walked in expressionlessly, holding a book-sized secret agent tape recorder in his hand.

This is a tape recorder invented by the Germans in 1936 based on the wire recorder.

Wang Xinheng pressed the button, and the sound of the conversation between the two came out clearly.

"Go ahead, tell me here. Maybe you still have a chance to survive. If Xu Zeng'en knows about your arrest, you should know the consequences."

These words made Xu Yingchao couldn't help but shiver. The closer he got to Xu Zeng'en, the more he understood what kind of vicious heart he had hidden under his gentle appearance.

He was silent for a while, frowning, as if thinking about something.

Then there was a hint of hope in his eyes, and he smiled bitterly:
"I can explain it, but you have to ensure my absolute safety."

In this way, this guy who betrayed once betrayed again and committed what he said was a shameful second betrayal.

"Don't worry about this. As long as Boss Dai doesn't kill you, I guarantee that you will live well."

Wang Xinheng was not surprised at all by his confession. After all, everyone has desires, sometimes it is women, sometimes it is power, sometimes it is money, and sometimes it is an indescribable desire for control.

For a traitor with no integrity, living, even if it is just a meager existence, is his most extravagant desire.

"No, I can't stay at your Secret Service. It doesn't matter outside or in the safe house."

"Why?" Wang Xinheng raised his eyebrows, his eyes sparkling.

"You have our people here."

"Ha!" Wang Xinheng sneered. What's weird about this? It was a tacit understanding that the first and second offices would send undercover agents to each other.

It started from the time of Fuxing Society. If a fart occurs in the Party Affairs Investigation Office building, the Secret Service will know whether it smells or smells good.

These people are like mice. While everyone is sleeping, they are still doing other things.

"No, he is not a small character.
Although I don’t know who this person is, I have heard of his codename, Loach. "

Seeing that Wang Xinheng didn't believe it, Xu Yingchao quickly added a few words.

"Loach?" Wang Xinheng raised his eyebrows and said thoughtfully:

"Let's do this. After you confess, I will report to Boss Dai and transfer you to Hong Gong Temple, which is the safest place for the Secret Service." "Okay." Xu Yingchao was speechless, hesitating to speak, and finally agreed. Come down.

"Very good." Wang Xinheng smiled, looked at Zhang Yi, and said, "Give him paper and pen and let him write by himself."

Zhang Yi nodded. He was afraid of committing suicide when giving someone paper and pen. A traitor like Xu Yingchao would not die even if you begged him to die.

Zhang Yi and Wang Xinheng left the interrogation room with satisfaction, and saw Yang Wenxuan rushing back in a dusty state.

"How's it going?"

"Search Chief, except for Liu Kui, the other four brothers all died for their country." Yang Wenxuan looked sad.

"How is Liu Kui now?"

"This kid is a good fortune teller. He was hit by the aftermath of the explosion. There are no major problems with his organs, but he broke two legs and one arm. He is still in a coma."

"Ask the best doctors from Jinling Hospital, or if that doesn't work, send them to Shanghai." Wang Xinheng nodded gloomily and said with murderous intent:

"Let's go see the culprit."

Wu Chunhe was brought back, but the interrogation had not yet begun.

As soon as they took a few steps, they saw the monkey running in hurriedly. He said anxiously:

"Report to the section chief, team leader, and team leader that something happened."

The three of them looked stern and heard the monkey say:

"Brothers followed the guy from Datong Hotel all the way to the Confucius Temple. After he delivered the information, we arrested him. Unexpectedly, this guy turned out to be a die-hard, so we shot him directly. He was eventually shot dead. One of our brothers died. Two people were injured.”

The faces of Zhang Yi and others became ugly. There were too many things that happened today, and they were all complicated. Although the Japanese spies and traitors were captured, the price paid was a bit too high.

In the airtight interrogation room, the torture instruments gleamed with cold light, and the smell of blood hit his face.

When most people reach a place like this, their legs will become weak, they will retching and trembling, which is perfectly normal.

This kind of scary place actually causes more psychological pressure than physical stimulation.

Under normal circumstances, a closed and depressing interrogation room, dim lights, expressionless interrogators, and heart-rending screams can be heard from the side. This deliberately created atmosphere will frighten the timid and weak as soon as they enter. live.

But for a well-trained professional spy like Wu Chunhe, it seems to be just routine.

At this moment, facing the pressure of the sharp eyes of the two interrogators, he looked calm and composed, with a sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth from time to time, and his eyes were observing the layout of the room, but it was a bit provocative.

Zhang Yi and others stood outside the single-sided reflective glass wall, quietly observing his every move.

Suddenly, Wu Chunhe suddenly raised his head. Although in his sight, there was just an airtight gray wall, he still stared ferociously, with a fierce look in his eyes, as if he was talking to Zhang Yi and the others. Wrestling in the air.

"He's a die-hard, let him be punished." Wang Xinheng sneered. If he couldn't break the opponent down psychologically, he could only rely on torture.

One day later, the value of the information will be greatly reduced.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, and the same is true for interrogation. The person is interrogated, but the heart is interrogated.

"Yes, I will start the torture now." Yang Wenxuan stood up and saluted.

"Will the interrogation results be available before tonight?"

"This" Yang Wenxuan looked at the ferocious-looking Wu Chunhe in the interrogation room and hesitated.

"Leave the professional matters to the professionals, leave the person to the interrogation department, and let Liao Wanjin take over. You just need to cooperate. I will report to the director now." Wang Xinheng pondered for a moment and decided.

"Yes."

Zhang Yi nodded, thinking this was better.

He had heard of Liao Wanjin. He had studied detective and interrogation in the Soviet Cheka Organization. He was a lieutenant colonel interrogator of the Secret Service. He was a rare master of psychological warfare.

His specialty is to judge the victim's tolerance for pain in various parts of the body through the victim's micro-expressions and body movements, thereby grasping the victim's psychology, and then quickly formulating the rhythm of the interrogation.

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(End of this chapter)