"Haha." Ichichiemon sneered again and said, "You are also very good, and you can actually see through my tricks."

Fan Keqin looked up at the opponent's eyes and said: "The captain is really stubborn, and he is still trying to control the rhythm. But as I just said, I hate this, so I ask you again, who are your subordinates?

How can you contact them? Also, which spy group can you contact?"

Ichivoemon narrowed his eyes again, stared at Fan Keqin and said: "As you said, my team has been paralyzed. I guess, have you caught my men now? Well, it should be Tsuruta

Lord, Lord Peace Palace, right?"

Fan Keqin nodded and said: "I really admire the captain's spirit of not giving up. The anti-torture methods are indeed good. But as long as you don't answer my questions directly, I will be dissatisfied with you. So... Lao Jiang

, let a captain show his manliness."

"Yes!" Jiang Tianxiang glanced at the Ichimon guard fiercely. He first picked up a small iron shackle that was one finger thick but had two holes on the torture platform. There was an iron hook attached to the bottom. Just look at his hands.

With a slight split, there was a click and it became two pieces.

After walking in front of Ichigaemon, he bent down and adjusted the two meatballs on the opponent's crotch back and forth. After aligning the two meatballs, he lifted them up and clicked again.

Lock from the root.

Ichichimon grinned, but still stared at Fan Keqin without saying a word.

Jiang Tianxiang turned around and came to the rack of torture instruments again, picked up a pile of heavy iron weights with hooks. Then he returned to Ichito Guard and threw it on the ground next to him with a thud. He then looked at Ichito Guard ferociously.

He opened the door, gently slapped the other person's face with his hand, and said: "Aren't you a man? Aren't you tough? Let's see how long you can last!"

After saying that, he bent down, picked up a palm-sized iron weight, and hung it directly on Ichizaemon's crotch. Ichibaemon's eyes immediately opened to the maximum, but the guy's two meatballs were stuck by the iron.

The weight fell downwards, but it still remained silent.

Fan Keqin said: "A captain is so powerful that he is not afraid of these things. As long as he doesn't speak, we will keep adding pressure until he speaks."

"Understood!" Jiang Tianxiang said, squatting on the ground, picking up another iron weight and hanging it on the hook of the previous one.

At this moment, Ichichiemon immediately groaned, his eyes wide open, and a scratching sound came from his throat, but he still held on.

Jiang Tianxiang sneered, picked up one again, and hung it up for him again with a click. He saw that his two meatballs were hanging down by the keyhole, and they were already covered with high-rising blood vessels.

The wrinkles have been completely stretched out, as if they have become transparent.

Before Ichichimon could react, Jiang Tianxiang stretched out his left hand, and with a click, another iron weight was hung up.

At this moment, Ichijoemon let out a howl of "Ouch!", grinned in pain, and shouted with a green face, "Stop..., stop...I said, I said."

Jiang Tianxiang turned back and looked at Fan Keqin. The latter waved his hand and said, "Take it off."

After hearing this, Jiang Tianxiang nodded, indicating that he understood. Then he reached out and took the four iron weights off the hooks for him, but still retained the small iron shackles that locked his two meatballs.

Seeing this, Fan Keqin didn't talk nonsense at all and asked directly: "How many members are there? Who are they? How can we find them?"

Ichitoemon opened his mouth, and now he lost his arrogance. His eyes were like a dead fish. He gasped and said: "There are fourteen members in total, plus fifteen of me. Arikatori Yukio, pseudonym

Ni Dafeng; Nozamaru, whose pseudonym is Tang Wen; Goro Aso, whose pseudonym is Teng Xiaoting..."

As he spoke, Huazhang bent down at his desk and quickly recorded that there were fourteen people in total, including Jiro Hiramiya and Taro Tsuruta.

Fan Keqin nodded and said: "Very good, where is their address?"

Ichibaemon shook his head and said: "The order I gave them was to lurk separately, so even I don't know where they live. But I have the contact codes agreed with each of them. Nozamaru, I gave him

His death mailbox is located at the old Ma's Inn at No. 135, Zhongshan Street. It is based on the crack of the lower door on the left side and behind the fourth brick from the left. Based on my understanding of him, he should try his best to sneak into the old Ma's Inn.

I work at Ma's Inn, so it's not easy to be exposed. Or maybe he will come to pick up the signal every once in a while at night. The time I agreed with him is every other week on Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and July. This can reduce his checking time.

The number of dead mailboxes reduces his risk; Katori Yukio's dead mailbox is in the small garden of Hongting Road. On the bench to the left of the turtle monument statue, there is an orange tree under the third wood from the front to the right on the right.

Groove…”

This time Ichichiemon gave a very detailed explanation. Although the pain just now had eased a lot, it was just like in the past. As long as he opened his mouth, he would continue to explain.

Hua Zhang kept writing down a list of the contact information between Weimon and his subordinates. He didn't stop writing until he had been talking for nearly thirty minutes.

Fan Keqin asked again: "How to contact the other spy groups? What is the method?"

Ichigaemon looked up at him and said: "I know what you mean, because it has only been more than a month since I entered the local area, so some of the dead mailbox methods I just mentioned to contact my team members cannot be used in such a short period of time.

But please don’t doubt that what I said is true. As you expected, I was able to get in touch with two local groups, but the group that provided these contact information has been transferred by the headquarters.

Gone. I don’t know where they went. This is a suggestion I personally made to the headquarters to protect my special attack team. Please trust me."

Fan Keqin nodded and said in a deep voice: "It doesn't matter if you are transferred. Tell me what you know about this group. I'm talking about everything you know."

"Yes!" Ichimon said: "The leader of this group, whom I met at the headquarters, is named Masamune Kusaki. His age is unknown, but he looks about thirty-eight or nearly forty years old. He is less than one meter tall.

Seven, but it’s almost the same. I really don’t know the rest. I just handed him over the information of these dead mailboxes that he helped me master. Then I never saw him again. The time was about two and a half months ago.

I'm still thinking about the operational arrangements for the special attack team to enter the local area."

Fan Keqin asked: "Where is the other spy team?"

Ichimon said: "My liaison officer Kakuei Inahashi, oh! He is also the subordinate under the pseudonym Ma Junlu. He is responsible for contacting all my team members, including another intelligence team operating locally, but he only communicates with a man named Yin Shengyang.

Contact people... I guess this should be a pseudonym. It is also a dead mailbox, located in a small square near Hanshui Road. If my special attack team needs information support, I will instruct Ma Junlu to go to the stone at the west exit of the small square.

Place the letter under the chair. Then I will check it every three days. No matter whether the other party can provide me with information support, there will be a reply. However, Ma Junlu will not meet the other party. This is also a kind of confidentiality that I specially ordered.

Measures to prevent the other party from being cracked and affecting my special attack team. The other party should have the same idea. But I didn't expect..." At the end of the sentence, I sighed in despair.

Fan Keqin asked: "Where are your radio stations and code books?"

Hearing this, Ichichimon raised his head and said: "These are all kept by Ma Junlu, and I will not touch them. I am only responsible for planning operations, issuing orders and conducting some work. But I think the radio station and code book should be in his residence."

place. Moreover, the activity funds were handed over to me and Qi Qi, and were also transferred to Ma Junlu. I analyzed that the money was also hidden in the house in Hanshui Hutong."

Fan Keqin put out the cigarette butt and said: "Captain, you'd better be more honest. Now that you've given me an explanation, you have to make it clear to me."

Ichibaemon shook his head repeatedly and said, "No, I definitely didn't lie to you."

Fan Keqin said coldly: "Then why didn't you say from the beginning to the end who you got the bomb through? Huh? Don't tell me that you picked it up yourself."

Ichimon said: "Don't worry, since I have said it, you can verify it. I am definitely not lying to you. As for the timing device on the bomb, I bought it from the black market, and I used chemical and liquid detonators.

, obtained from local hospital waste, universities and other places..."

As he explained, Fan Keqin mentally compared the scope of the map he had previously explored. He found that the place he mentioned was consistent with the schools, hospitals and other places within the scope he had previously delineated. And the Sholong Electric Materials explained by Ichichiemon

Stores can also be found.

So Fan Keqin struck again while the iron was hot and asked for some details, such as when he got what and where he got it, where he assembled the bomb, etc. Ichichiemon also answered them one by one.

Worried, Fan Keqin disrupted the order again and suddenly asked a few questions that he had answered before, and the other party's answers were all accurate. Only then did he feel relieved.

Because Fan Keqin pays great attention to details, it took nearly seven or eight hours from the time he was caught and brought back to the interrogation until the end. Hua Zhang recorded a small piece of paper and that was when it was completely over.

Jiang Tianxiang was ordered to escort the boy back to the cell. Fan Keqin and Hua Zhang went upstairs. When they arrived at the office, Hua Zhang put the confession on Fan Keqin's desk and said: "Section Chief, these Ichichimon's subordinates, we

When will we take action?”

Fan Keqin said: "We don't know the addresses of these people, but fortunately there are ways to contact the dead mailboxes. We can't do it today, it's a bit late. Tomorrow, I will make detailed arrangements and let your team leader be responsible for delivering the dead mailboxes.

Take down these people." Then he looked up at Hua Zhang and said, "What about you, have you made a plan?"
Chapter completed!