"Asshole, this is the imperial army, I want to call you Taijun!" the translator yelled like a mad dog, rushed towards Nangong Wentian, raised his hand to give him a slap, "Are you impatient for life?"
His arm was pinched in mid-air with two fingers. Nangong Wentian grinned, showing his white teeth, "It's not that I'm impatient, but you."
As soon as he turned his arm, Nangong Wentian twisted it slightly, and the translator's arm was broken. The pain made him scream, and then he passed out.
Throwing away the translator, Nangong Wentian swung the huqin in his hand and hit a Japanese soldier on the head. The hard qin and drum suddenly fell into pieces, and the rod was broken into several pieces. And the Japanese soldier
Bing felt as if he had been hit by a hammer, and his vision went dark and he could not recognize anything.
This sudden change shocked all the officers in the room. They didn't expect that the violinist suddenly lost his temper and even broke his violin.
"Baga, how dare you hit a soldier of the Imperial Japanese Army." A Japanese officer stood up angrily and was about to pull out the pistol from his waist.
With a scoff, a sharp dagger penetrated the body on his lower back, hitting the vital part of his lumbar spine. It was also stirred up, messing up his internal organs.
"Ah——" The Japanese officer turned over and fell, and the pistol was seized from Ling Haipeng's hand.
"You--" Shibuya sensed something was wrong. The skills and eyes of these people did not look like ordinary people, but like veterans who had experienced many battles.
Before he could take out his pistol, someone pressed the muzzle of a hard gun against his waist, and Xiao Caiyun's slightly trembling voice came, "Don't move, or I'll shoot."
Shibuya's body froze. He never dreamed that this timid-looking woman would actually have a gun on her and suddenly launch an attack at this moment.
This was a conspiracy, a conspiracy that had been planned long ago. By this time, Shibuya understood everything, but it was too late.
The six or seven officers and four Japanese military policemen in the room were killed by Ling Haipeng and the others before they had time to react. Nangong Wentian never took action after that attack, but looked at others with interest while holding his shoulders.
Take action.
"Who are you and why do you want to infiltrate my military police?" Shibuya asked in a deep voice. He wanted to find out the purpose of these people.
Nangong Wentian looked calm and spoke Japanese so fluently that even Shibuya's eyes widened, "We are from the first independent regiment of the Yanhuang Army. We are here to rescue Cao Deli and Yang Quanhai."
Shibuya nodded and said, "So you are doing it for them. That's easy to say. Let me go and I'll have someone let them out."
Ling Haipeng walked over with two long legs dangling, and he chuckled, "What the hell, do you think I'm stupid? Let you go so that you can ask people to arrest us?"
Shibuya's mind was exposed. He became angry and turned his head, "Cao Deli and the others are locked in the interrogation room. You can't even think of rescuing them."
"That's why we need you, the military police captain, to lead the way." Nangong Wentian said.
Shibuya sneered, looked at the seven or eight people in the room, and said, "You have such a small number of people, and you still want to save people in my military police team. If I shout, you will lose your life."
After hearing what he said, Nangong Wentian smiled, and that smile made Shibuya feel his spine numb, and a chill filled his heart, "Captain Shibuya, if you cut off your tongue and gouge out your eyes,
, prick your ears, chop off your hands and feet, cut off your lifeblood, how would you feel?"
At these words, Shibuya couldn't help but tremble. He couldn't help but think of the consequences of Nangong Wentian's actions, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, "If that happens, it will be more uncomfortable than death."
Seeing that Shibuya had sweat on his head and was no longer as arrogant as before, Nangong Wentian waved his hand, and Ling Haipeng rushed up, tied three grenades between his legs, then put on his pants and put a
The thin string holding the string was pulled out from his belt and held in his hand. Then he pushed him towards the door of the house, "Come on, take us to the torture room."
Shibuya had no choice but to come to the door and open it.
At the door, two Japanese military police were on guard. When Captain Shibuya came out, they hurriedly saluted, "Captain."
"You guys should watch carefully here. They are asleep. Don't go in and disturb them without instructions." Shibuya waved his hand pretending to be impatient and said the lines that Nangong Wentian taught him, fearing that he would say the wrong thing.
The two Japanese military policemen bowed and then retreated to the door to continue their vigilance.
In this way, Shibuya, escorted by Nangong Wentian, Ling Haipeng and others, went straight to the torture room. Along the way, he encountered Japanese patrols, but Shibuya sent them away.
Finally, when he arrived at the door of the torture chamber, Nangong Wentian looked around, and then motioned Nangong Wentian to raise his hand to knock on the door. Shibuya didn't want to do it at first, but his crotch tightened, so he had to raise his hand and knock.
A small window on the iron door opened with a creak, and a Japanese soldier appeared there. When he saw it was Captain Shibuya, he hurriedly opened the iron door and asked, "Captain, why are you here?"
"Come here for inspection." Shibuya said, walking into the torture chamber with bow-legged steps.
The two Japanese soldiers looked at Captain Shibuya, who was walking a little strangely, and muttered to themselves, "It seems that Captain has been working too hard. You can't even walk anymore."
"That's right, I'm afraid Xiao Caiyun will be in trouble this time." Another Japanese soldier agreed deeply. Neither of them realized that if things were going to be miserable, it would be a woman who behaved like this.
Entering the torture room, a putrid smell mixed with blood hit her face, making Xiao Caiyun, who was also made up as a Japanese soldier, almost vomit. She hurriedly covered her mouth, lowered her head and followed Nangong Wentian.
The torture room is divided into two floors. The outer room is where the torturers rest, and the inner room is where torture is used to extract confessions. A room of about thirty square meters is filled with all kinds of torture instruments, dozens of them.
Dried black blood could be seen everywhere on the rusty torture instruments, which was shocking to people just looking at it.
On the iron chair in the center of the room, two people were tied up, it was Cao Deli and Yang Quanhai. However, neither of them were tortured to extract confessions, they were just tied here.
"Profit!"
Xiao Caiyun saw Cao Deli tied to the chair at a glance. She was anxious and was about to open her mouth to call him, but Ling Haipeng pulled her back. Then she understood and hurriedly closed her mouth.
In the torture room, two burly men were sitting on a chair nearby, smoking and chatting. They were ordered to guard these two men and were not allowed to torture them, so their work was very leisurely.
Seeing Captain Shibuya come in, the two people hurriedly put down their cigarettes, stood up and said at attention, "Captain, are you here?"
Shibuya nodded and waved to them, "You guys go out first. I have a few words to say to Cao Deli."