Masao Inoue didn't even raise his head, staring at the map on the table. He didn't understand how Ma Xingkong and the others escaped from so many troops he sent out, and how they managed to escape Liu Wu on the execution ground without saying a word, but just out of thin air.
Disappeared. However, the recurring murders indicate that they are in the city. Why can't they be found? Where are they?
The two Japanese soldiers did not speak. The man walking behind closed the door and pressed the lock, locking the office from the inside. When he came to Inoue Masao's desk, Ma Xingkong took a look.
, stretched out his finger and pointed to the location of the Japanese military headquarters.
When he saw a hand with a little finger missing, Inoue Masao suddenly became vigilant. Bai Maoxiong once said that Ma Xingkong had nothing strange about his appearance, only the little finger was missing on his left hand. He cut it off to save his son.
It fell. Inoue Masao stared blankly at the palm, to be precise, the little finger without fingers.
"Instructor Inoue, we meet again!" Mu Yunchen pulled down his hat, revealing two clear marks on his face: "I didn't expect it! You put up such a large lineup, and we still dare to come to you!"
Masao Inoue dropped the red and blue pencils in his hands and slowly raised his head. His hands moved back involuntarily. Ma Xingkong quickly pulled out his bayonet: "Don't move! It's best to slow down!"
Masao Inoue slowly put his hand back on the table. Ma Xingkong walked around behind the desk. In the drawer directly under the desk, a German Browning pistol was quietly flashing black.
The metal color. Ma Xingkong smiled and put the gun and bullets into his pocket.
"You want to kill me?" Inoue Masao looked at Ma Xingkong.
Ma Xingkong shook his head and pointed at Mu Yunchen: "If I want to kill you, I have to ask him!"
Masao Inoue turned to look at Mu Yunchen. Mu Yunchen stretched out his hand to touch the scars on his face: "Instructor Inoue, do you still remember these two scars? They were said to be "scars" not long after I went to the sergeant academy.
Agent, I can endure severe torture, but I can never forget these two scars, which remind me of you from time to time! I think of the days in the torture room on the third floor of the Military Academy!"
"You were originally a spy!" Inoue Masao knew that his death was imminent, so he boldly said harsh words: "For the benefit of our Empire of Japan, I should have killed you! Unfortunately you ran away!"
"According to what you say, you can use various methods to deal with the enemy?" Mu Yunchen sneered twice.
"Of course!" Inoue Masao immediately replied: "The interests of the country are above all else!"
Mu Yunchen nodded: "Very good! In that case, what we did today was entirely out of love for Guo Jia and had nothing to do with the grudges of the dead!"
Ma Xingkong untied Inoue Masao's belt, tied Inoue Masao behind his back to a chair, took off his boots, took off his own smelly socks, and stuffed Inoue Masao's mouth. Inoue Masao's voice turned into a moan.
Shouted. Ma Xingkong made an invitation gesture to Mu Yunchen, pulled up a chair, moved to the door, and sat there watching quietly.
Mu Yunchen was a medical student, so of course he knew where to start. He grabbed the red and blue pencil that Masao Inoue had just used from the table, turned it around twice in his hand, looked at the tips on both sides, and then tested whether
Sharply, he smiled at Inoue Masao and said: "I heard that you can stick a pencil from a person's nostril up to the person's brain, but I have never tried it before. I want to try it today. Will Inoue-sensei be willing to cooperate?"
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Although Inoue Masao is a samurai among Japanese samurai and a "tough guy" among soldiers, he is still a human being. As a human being, he knows fear and pain. After Mu Yunchen finished speaking, he started to draw on Inoue Masao's nostrils with a pencil.
, Masao Inoue kept twisting in his chair, humming "Hmm, um" in his mouth.
Mu Yunchen grabbed Inoue Masao's hair: "So you know how to be afraid, I thought you were a guy who didn't know how to write the word "death"!"
"Hmm..." A long nasal sound came from Masao Inoue's throat through the smelly socks. Mu Yunchen held the other end of the pencil and slowly shook it. The liquid and blood flowed out from the punctured eyeball.
Mix it together and slowly slide it over Masao Inoue's cheeks.
"It doesn't seem to be able to reach into the brain, is it too shallow?" Mu Yunchen stretched in again, and Masao Inoue, who had fainted, was awakened by the pain.
The severe pain caused Masao Inoue to bite the smelly socks in his mouth tightly, and his whole body was shaking continuously. Mu Yunchen looked at it calmly: "What does this feel like? I tried it before!"
"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang! Your Excellency, Commander!" Someone knocked on the door and shouted at the same time. Ma Xingkong stood up from his chair and winked at Mu Yunchen. He stood up with the bayonet in his hand.
Behind the door.
"Your Excellency, Commander, I have another important news! It's a telegram from the Kwantung Army Headquarters! Urgent!" Before the man could finish speaking, the door suddenly opened from the inside. The man was obviously stunned and didn't know what to do.
To enter or not to enter. Mu Yunchen stood next to Inoue Masao and shouted: "Come in!"
A major came in, holding a folder in his hand. His leather boots made no sound when he made contact with the carpet. When he walked into the stall, he was immediately stunned when he saw Masao Inoue's look: "You! You! Who are you?"
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Suddenly he felt something cold tear open his clothes and stick to his flesh. The cold feeling was quickly replaced by a burning pain. He could even hear the sound of the bayonet rubbing against his bones. It was so hot.
Huge amounts of blood flowed onto the carpet along the blood groove on the bayonet, first in drops, and then slowly turned into streams.
Just as he was about to open his mouth, a strong hand went around his neck and covered his mouth and nose. Not only was he unable to make any sound, he also found it difficult to breathe. The major felt that he was getting colder and colder, until his legs were gone.
When you gain strength, lean on the body of the person behind you and slide onto the carpet.
Inoue Masao kept making "um, um" sounds. Ma Xingkong watched the major die in front of his eyes. He picked up the major's folder from the ground, nodded to Mu Yunchen, and returned with the bloody bayonet.
On your own seat.
Mu Yunchen let out a long breath: "He died so comfortably! There is no creativity in such a death! Instructor Inoue, I don't know how you want to die? Find a creative way to die, and I promise to meet your requirements!"
Inoue Masao gritted his teeth and waited for Mu Yunchen. The corner of his remaining eye had been cracked open, and a trace of blood seeped out. Mu Yunchen picked up the paper on the table and hurriedly helped Inoue Masao wipe it: "You
Look, how humane my execution process is, much more civilized than the roughness of you Japanese! Okay, let's continue discussing the issue of death!"