"Team leader, I didn't expect this to be a soft head. I was so frightened before I even made a move." Wang Lin reported immediately.
"Auntie, I am blind!" Liu Sanyi saw that Li Qian understood everything, and he immediately begged for mercy: "Please spare me, I am willing to sacrifice my life for you."
Li Qian was thinking that this person might actually be of some use, but Sanbao's cold words came from beside her, "Do you believe what this kind of person says? You'd better leave it to me."
"He might be of some use to us." Li Qian advised.
"This man is mine." Sanbao's words were unquestionable. From the moment he entered the door, he recognized that this man was the man next to Yamazaki. He had seen it carefully in the scope.
"What do you think..." Wang Lin felt unconvinced when he saw Sanbao's attitude, but Li Qian immediately reached out to stop him.
"Okay, this person is at your disposal." Li Qian responded and stood aside.
"You once attacked the Eighth Route Army's arsenal." Sanbao pointed out directly.
"Yes." Liu San thought that these people were military commanders. He also knew about the friction and contradiction between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, so he immediately admitted this.
"Tell me what happened clearly. If you miss a word, I'll cut you a piece of flesh." Sanbao said slowly, and casually took a dagger from the table nearby.
Seeing Sanbao's posture, Liu San dared not hide a word. He explained in detail the process of entering the arsenal, including the entire scene of Xiaoying's sacrifice.
"It was Matsuda who killed Xiaoying. How many people did he have with him at the time and which unit he was in?" Sanbao asked again.
"There are about thirty, they are the third team." After Liu Sanyi finished speaking, he finally understood that the person in front of him actually knew the name of the murdered female Eighth Route Army. She remembered that Song Xinmin once said that the identity of the female Eighth Route Army was extraordinary.
He immediately defended himself: "I didn't do anything at the time!"
"Just now you said you asked the Japanese to shoot." Li Qian, who was standing by her, had already somewhat understood the whole cause of the matter. Sambo would not let this person go, she said immediately.
Liu San regretted this. He had just thought that they were all military commanders and that they were dealing with the Eighth Route Army. He wanted to show his loyalty in this way, but at this time he understood that the person in front of him was the terrible killer, and there was no chance of his survival this time.
, he began to tremble all over, and there was a ticking sound from below. He was so frightened that he peed his pants.
"Where is Song Xinmin now?" Sanbao finally asked.
"He, he is in the secret service team." Liu San stammered back.
"That's enough." Sanbao didn't need anything more. He grabbed a piece of Liu San's clothes and slashed the dagger in his hand, then blocked Liu San's mouth as he screamed.
"I said, I will make all the murderers of Xiaoying go to hell where life will be worse than death!" Sanbao shouted sharply, and then he thrust the dagger in his hand downwards, and the whole dagger pierced one of Liu San's thighs.
Liu San, whose mouth was gagged, could not cry out. He just let out a moan of pain. As the dagger in San Bao's hand twisted, Liu San's body was shaking like chaff and he was sweating. Finally, San Bao took out the dagger.
But then it penetrated Liu San's other thigh...
Seeing San Bao torture Liu San until life was worse than death, Li Qian and Wang Lin on the side were shocked. Wang Lin didn't expect that this person was more ruthless than himself, but it was nothing to deal with a traitor, so he actually wanted to make friends with him.
After all, Li Qian was a woman, so in the end she couldn't stand it anymore, and finally said: "I think it's almost done, let's give him a good time."
Sanbao then pulled out the dagger and stabbed Liu San, who was almost unconscious, to the heart. "Man, you really can do this, I admire you." Wang Lin said with some admiration.
"I gave him an advantage. I wanted to cut off his flesh and chop him alive." Sanbao said coldly. This made Wang Lin stick out his tongue.
She thought it would be over like this, but Li Qian didn't expect Sanbao to ask again: "What do you think the Japanese are most afraid of?"
"I have never thought about this." Wang Lin immediately replied: "This little devil is very fierce. If he is not afraid of death, what else can he be afraid of?"
"They are afraid of losing their heads." Li Qian said not understanding Sanbao's intention.
Wang Lin didn't understand the difference between not being afraid of death and being afraid of losing his head, but he heard Sanbao respond: "Yes, these bastards are afraid that their heads are in different places and their souls cannot return home."
"What do you want to do?" Wang Lin asked in surprise.
"I want to make the Japanese afraid and let them deal with them one by one in panic." Sanbao replied, patting Liu San's hanging head.