"You are from the Qiandao Political and Economic Bureau, how could you come to China to cause trouble? How long have you been here? Whose orders are you following? What are you here to do? What is your purpose?" Liang

Chen frowned and asked, the questions coming one after another like a barrage of questions.

"We are also here under orders from above to support Hu Ge at any time, as well as other things. I only know these at the moment, and I really don't know the rest. Shan Youjun knows, but he is now... dead

It's gone..." Matsui glanced at Shanyou's body next to him fearfully, then looked at Liang Chen cautiously, and said tremblingly.

"Some other things? What are they?" Liang Chen frowned and asked.

"That's right, just two months ago, there was some trouble here." Matsui said softly.

Liang Chen heard that something was wrong, and a big knot formed between his eyebrows.

"What's going on? Be more specific." Liang Chen shouted softly.

"That's right, because you, China, are fighting against our Fuso because of the Senkaku Islands, uh, no, no, no, it's a matter of hooking up with the islands. Large-scale demonstrations are being held in the country, and there are many radical Chinese people smashing Fuso cars on the streets.

, then, the higher-ups ordered us to join in among these people, smash the cars vigorously, and fight for them.

Let's use your national sentiments to cause even greater riots, the more chaotic the better. Especially when the National Day of Infamy is approaching, I hope we will do more things. That's all I know. Others,

I really don’t know anymore..." Matsui looked at Liang Chen with pleading eyes, like a dying pug.

When all courage completely disappears because the survival instinct takes over, dignity will also be lost, replaced by an increasingly strong desire to live.

This is also a common shortcoming of human nature, which is very pitiful and sad.

Liang Chen raised his brows high and sneered, "I see, it's good, it's really good. If I'm not mistaken, the owner who bought the Futai car who was killed in the south was killed intentionally by you.

Right?" There was already a strong murderous intent in his eyes.

"Yes, yes, ah, no, no, I am here as the second batch of people from the Political and Economic Affairs Bureau. That incident has nothing to do with me. So far, I have only participated in this one operation...

..." Before he could finish his words, Liang Chen grabbed him across the chest and raised one hand in the air.

"Shut up, no matter what you came to China to do, you are a criminal executioner. Your purpose here is to stir up trouble, cause bloodshed, and achieve your despicable villain intentions. Is it true that we only want chaos in China?

Okay, even if it's just a small local mess, even if this mess doesn't even have the slightest benefit to you, you will be so happy that you can't stop talking?" Liang Chen raised him in the air, roared and questioned.

"This... has nothing to do with... my business... forgive me... I'm just... following orders... to act... I haven't... done anything... that's sorry to the Chinese people..." Matsui kicked desperately in the air

He danced his legs and howled wildly, his whole face was bruised from holding back, and every word he spoke seemed so laborious.

"I will kill you now, do you believe it? I will ask you to accompany your companions to Yushang, do you believe it?" Liang Chen gently picked up the sword that Matsui had thrown on the ground with a tip of his toe.

He stood up, held it in his hand, and slowly opened his shirt one button at a time, and then opened his underwear, revealing his strong abdominal muscles, which proved that he was usually a very hard-working person.

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"You, you don't mean what you say, you just said you would spare me..." Matsui kicked his legs desperately, gasping for air, and howled.

"When you invaded China, countless of our compatriots begged under your bayonets. At that time, why didn't you let our compatriots go?" Liang Chen asked angrily.

"Well, that's none of my business. I was born after the 1980s and have never experienced those things. It's just because my father is an extreme rightist and forced me to join the Qiandao Political and Economic Bureau, so

I just joined in. I was wronged..." Matsui kicked his legs desperately and wailed.

"Puch..." The two subordinates behind Liang Chen couldn't hold back their laughter.

This kid, in order to survive, brought out his own father as a scapegoat. He is really a complete coward.

A hint of smile also flashed in Liang Chen's eyes, but then it was replaced by Dasheng's chill.

"I can't care about that. I just want to kill people to vent my anger, especially you fusang devils who have come to China again to stir up trouble." Liang Chen had a fierce look on his face, and the tip of the knife was extremely cold.

The baby had already touched his lower abdomen, and suddenly it pushed down hard and brought everything down.

Matsui felt that his whole lower abdomen was instantly cold, and a sharp pain came from his crotch. His crotch suddenly made a "plop" sound, and his feces and urine flowed out. The stench filled the sky. His eyes turned white, and he fainted.

"I'm afraid of death. It seems that the Qiandao Political and Economic Bureau is nothing special. It hasn't produced many outstanding talents." Liang Chen shook his head, let go, threw Matsui there, and took back the saber.

A drop of blood hung down from the knife, but Matsui was not dead. There was just a shallow blood mark on his lower abdomen. It didn't bleed much, so it was nothing serious.

"Take him into the car and let's go." Liang Chen glanced at him disdainfully, put on his clothes again, and said to his two subordinates.

"Yes, Brother Chen." The two subordinates responded and began to drag the guy to the car.

Matsui finally woke up. He didn't know how much time had passed, whether it was a day or a month.

After waking up, he was horrified to find that everything around him was so strange. He was lying in a small, damp basement, and there were mice squeaking in some corner, in the empty silence.

It echoed in the secret room, making people's scalp numb.

Slowly sitting up, he lowered his head to look at his belly for the first time. He lifted up the clothes that had become two pieces and took a look. He let out a long breath. It seemed that Liang Chen really didn't have anything.

He broke his promise and did not kill himself.

However, what followed was that he became even more frightened. That demon-like figure had not killed him, so what was he going to do? Did he want to continue torturing himself for a few more days?

Do you want to cut yourself into pieces, or chop off your limbs and make them into human urns? Or...
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