Inoue Masao didn't recognize Mu Yunchen. He stared at it for a long time, constantly turning over information about Ma Xingkong in his mind. In his impression, Ma Xingkong shouldn't be like this. Listen to the man's tone
It seems that I know myself, but why I have no impression at all.
"Are you...?" Masao Inoue asked tentatively.
Mu Yunchen smiled: "Instructor Inoue is really forgetful. Do you still remember the torture room on the third floor platform of the Military Academy?"
"It's you!" Inoue Masao suddenly remembered. The night before the torture room was burned down, a Chinese student was beaten to death by himself in it, and his face was branded. What was his name?
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"Hehehe..." Mu Yunchen chuckled twice: "You finally remembered, you came just in time, should our accounts be settled today?"
"Are you Suzuki-kun?" Masao Inoue asked. He began to doubt his judgment. Perhaps he had confused the two students. The most outstanding Chinese dispatched officer was not the Suzuki Shota he was looking for.
"Instructor Inoue!" Ma Xingkong stood up from his seat: "I didn't expect you to have two students here! One of you was forced to cover his face with a mask all day long, but the other one is your best student.
,Hehehe...,the story is so strange!”
Masao Inoue let out a long breath: "I remember, you are Suzuki-kun, and you are Mu-kun!"
"Not bad!" Ma Xingkong smiled and nodded: "Give him a chair. The three of us teachers and students will have a good time together! Serve!"
Various instruments of torture were brought in from the door. There were iron chains, short knives, pepper spray, and a tiger bench. The most conspicuous thing was a stove held by Shitou. The charcoal fire in the stove was blazing, and there was a square soldering iron.
It had been burned red, with little golden sparks jumping around on it.
"What does this mean?" Masao Inoue looked at Ma Xingkong and Mu Yunchen: "I am your guest. Could it be that..."
"Hahaha!" Ma Xingkong smiled: "You have taught us before that we must not be soft-hearted towards our enemies. From the moment you step into our Chinese territory with a gun, you are our enemy!"
Mu Yunchen put on his mask again: "Today I want you to have a taste of the torture room! Do it!"
Seven or eight big men with big muscles and round waists poured in from outside the door. Without any explanation, they held Inoue Masao down and tied his hands and feet to the chair with your rubber bands. With a "stab" sound, he tore the clothes on his chest to reveal his skin.
Mu Yunchen first picked up a dagger and waved it back and forth in front of Inoue Masao's eyes.
"Instructor Inoue! How are you? Are you scared?" Mu Yunchen's eyes showed a faint murderous look.
"Asshole!" Inoue Masao struggled hard. This chair was specially made for this operation. The four legs of the chair were stretched outwards, and the wide backrest ensured its stability. No matter how hard Inoue Masao struggled, he couldn't even think about it.
The chair tipped over. A cold feeling passed over Masao Inoue's skin, extending from his chest to his navel.
Mu Yunchen picked out the trouser pocket with a dagger, and the waistband of his cotton trousers was immediately loosened. Inoue Masao shook the chair: "What do you want to do?"
Mu Yunchen sneered twice: "The samurai of the Japanese Empire are all men among men. I don't know if this man is real or fake. I will identify it today!"
A whooshing cold wind blew in from outside the door. Masao Inoue felt that his crotch was extremely cold, and the cold dagger kept whirling around his vital parts. As long as Mu Yunchen exerted a little force, his life would not be saved.
.Looking at the bright dagger swinging around his lower body, Masao Inoue was a little scared. He had never felt like this since he was born. The fear that seeped down his spine caused cold sweat to break out all over his body.
"Ah...!" With a scream, Masao Inoue endured the huge pain and clenched his teeth. Big beads of sweat on his forehead dripped to the ground one by one. His crotch was bloody and bloody, and the blood coming out from the wound had already
His pants were stained red. Mu Yunchen glanced at him with disdain: "Is it just that? This is too small!"
Masao Inoue's treasure was picked up by Mu Yunchen with a knife and brought to his eyes. Mu Yunchen said: "You are so big, how dare you call it a man? It would be better to cut it!"
Ma Xingkong sat on a chair while drinking tea and watching the whole process. Only then did he put down his tea bowl and said with a smile: "Okay, this is considered revenge. Give him a bandage and send someone to deliver a message to the Japanese to let them
Let Shopkeeper Han go, or else divide this guy piece by piece, by the way, take that thing with you and give it to the Japanese together!"
Changchun City was in chaos. The commander of the Japanese army stationed in Changchun was castrated, which was a great shame for the Japanese. From that day on, the police, military police and even the surrounding security divisions were all dispatched to tightly blockade Changchun. Anyone who entered Changchun
All are subject to strict inspection, and even if you bring a fruit knife, you may be shot.
A group of Japanese officers sat together. A lieutenant commander said: "This matter is a provocation to our Japanese Empire. There must be no compromise. We must retaliate with tooth for tooth and blood for blood. I suggest that the military police be sent out immediately to kill all those who help the bandits."
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"Your Excellency, Deputy Commander, I'm afraid this won't work!" A major sergeant said: "Such a serious thing happened in Changchun. We must immediately inform the Kwantung Army headquarters and ask the commander-in-chief to make a decision. Don't forget that Mr. Inoue is still in their hands. Is it possible?
Do you want to see Inoue-kun’s body?”
"It is the most glorious thing to die for the Japanese Empire!" said the deputy commander: "The bandits want to blackmail us in this way. How can we accept their blackmail? Put the prisoner to death immediately!"
No one was talking anymore. Among the Japanese, the hierarchical system is very clear. Since the deputy commander has given an order, it must be carried out. Someone has already walked out the door again, and the major who contradicted the commander immediately stood up.
Come out: "Wait a minute! Your Excellency, Deputy Commander, I think it is best to let that person go first. After the bandits hand over the commander and the Emperor of Manchukuo, we can then send troops to attack. Taking action now will only anger the bandits."
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"Are you teaching me how to do it?" the deputy commander glared at the man.
The major showed no sign of weakness: "Otherwise, I will immediately send a telegram to the Kwantung Army Headquarters and ask the Commander to make a personal decision!"
The two were tit for tat, and neither one wanted to give in. The deputy commander looked at the major for a long time: "Kenji Doihara, you'd better understand what you are doing. Even though you are sent from the base camp, you don't have to look down on your superiors like this!"
"Your Excellency, Deputy Commander, I am doing this for the benefit of the Empire of Japan, and I have no intention of showing contempt for you!" Kenji Doihara stood at attention and nodded to the Deputy Commander.