This was the first time in Xu Ruifeng's life that he stepped into the gate of the Military Police. At that time, what he saw was an ordinary office building with a pheasant neck machine gun mounted at the door. The interior of the office building was even more ordinary, with green-painted wooden windows.
Green dado, Lao Xu really can’t figure out why these Japanese people like green so much.
Go downstairs.
When being dragged underground, Xu Ruifeng passed through a long and narrow passage. Here, the smell of dampness mixed with the smell of disinfectant made it sting his nose as he walked in. However, even so, he still couldn't hide the feeling of shock on his forehead.
The smell of blood.
How many people have to die here to accumulate such evil energy?
Bang.
When a Japanese soldier pushed open the iron door of one of the cells, Xu Ruifeng was looking at the cell next to the iron fence that was covered with weeds. There lay a woman who had fallen into a coma. The woman had been beaten so hard that she could no longer see clearly.
He looked so good, and the cotton-padded clothes on his body were whipped with a whip to reveal the cotton.
"Xu Sang, please."
After Miyamoto Akitsu entered the room first, he turned around and said this to the elder Xu, and then the two Japanese soldiers carried Xu Ruifeng into the room and tied him to a wooden stake by his arms.
"Here is the gendarmerie of your dreams. Are you satisfied?" As he said that, Miyamoto Akitsubo began to unbutton his military uniform jacket. It seemed that he wanted to expose his arms and mesh sleeves and give Lao Xu a good beating.
Xu Ruifeng glanced around the room. In the room, hanging on the left wall was a row of torture instruments, ranging from various knives to various tools; on the right side, there was a charcoal stove that was constantly burning in an iron barrel.
There was a red soldering iron burning on the iron stove; right in the middle of the wall was the wooden stake to which he was tied, and on the opposite side was a single chair.
Looking at Miyamoto Mingtetsu again, he had already taken off his clothes and was cleaning the sleeves of his shirt. Lao Xu said contemptuously: "In these years in Beiman, I have seen dragons and tigers. This is the first time I have seen such a big man."
Dance, what, you want to do a dance? Hahahaha..."
In one sentence, Miyamoto Akitsu was stunned. He had never heard of such a curse!
Without saying anything, he picked up the leather whip soaked in the bucket and hit it on Xu Ruifeng's body. The whip was made of intertwined rubber strips, and there was a gash on his body. The angry Miyamoto Akitetsu did not hesitate to use his strength and whipped Xu Ruifeng repeatedly.
Do it several times, and don't stop until you are out of breath.
"Big Lao Xu, if you hadn't hidden the secrets of the Red Party intelligence agents and the whereabouts of the Blue Clothes Club, I would beat you to death right now!"
Miyamoto Mingzhe changed his face. If in Xu Ruifeng's dream he turned into a demon, a butcher who harvested human lives, then Miyamoto at this moment is like a kid in hell. He may not be as powerful as you, but he is extremely difficult to deal with!
Xu Ruifeng tilted his head and said only one word: "Fuck."
It wasn't that he didn't want to curse, but he kept gritting his teeth in pain, and even the word came out from between his teeth.
"idiot!"
Miyamoto Mingzhe glared, raised his hand and swung the whip again.
Snapped.
The whip fell, and Lao Xu's face tensed up instantly!
After enduring the tearing pain at the beginning, he regained his composure and said, "Old Xu has tasted this before when he was a child. When he got into trouble, he asked Master to hang him on a tree and beat him.
.The difference is that what he is holding is a waistband, and his accuracy is amazing, and the force of each slap will be controlled to a level that will only cause you pain, but will never hurt you.
you?
There's a long way to go, you're a tough guy who can only swipe randomly and make a cut."
Snapped.
Miyamoto Mingzhe was so angry that he whipped up his whip again, and this time he hit Lao Xu on the face. The skin on his right cheek turned outward and cracked, and blood quickly surged into the wound and dripped down his cheek.
"You said it or not!"
Xu Ruifeng turned around and responded: "Come on, kill me."
As the old saying goes, people have to bow their heads under the eaves. Xu Ruifeng acted like a fool at this moment, insisting on speaking every word to the Japanese.
Is he really stupid?
How can it be!
How could a fool end up in the position of being an underground cannon after having been in the world for so many years?
He just knew that the hatred between himself and Miyamoto Akitsu had long been unresolved, so he thought of irritating Miyamoto in exchange for a happy ending. He still had gentleness in him, so this little Japanese kid took him to the gendarmerie.
Don’t you want to know if there are still red parties hidden in Beiman City? If you want to dig out these red parties, you must find Wen Wan. This is the reason why you can survive until now.
However, how could Lao Xu tell him?
So many people are willing to risk their lives in order to raise the flag of this country to the highest level. Now that you, Xu Ruifeng, have this opportunity, can you be cowardly?
What's more, there are so many dead souls standing behind him!
Can Lao Xu let them look at him and give up?
Miyamoto Mingzhe rolled up his sleeves and said slowly: "You may have forgotten what I said to you in front of Tianwang Mountain in the Changbai Mountains. Xu Ruifeng, I told you at that time that I would skin you alive!"
The elder Xu had been severely beaten, with whip marks all over his body. He was whipped like this when he was extremely weak, and he could feel his life draining away.
"Peel my skin off?"
Xu Ruifeng said sarcastically: "Are your skills good enough?"
"In our China, ancient historical figures were able to peel off a piece of human skin to light up sky lanterns. You are the only one here to scare me. You don't know which peeling knife to use, right?"
Speaking of the power of words, Little Japan is no match for Xu Ruifeng. Let alone him, if the common people were not forced to shut up their mouths, anyone who stood up could scold the Japanese.
It was rare for Miyamoto Akitsu to meet a person he couldn't control. In his opinion, everyone has a way to control it, but for some reason, when it came to Xu Ruifeng, this guy seemed to have no control over him.
"Tear off his clothes."
Two Japanese soldiers rushed up and took off Lao Xu's shirt to reveal his chest covered with scars and wounds. Miyamoto walked to the iron barrel and slowly walked over with a soldering iron.
The soldering iron was still red, and the high temperature on it brought with it a rush of heat. Xu Ruifeng raised his head slightly, closed his eyes, and said exhaustedly: "Come and warm me up."
He was so arrogant, as if the person being tortured was not him at all.
Bah!
The heavy soldering iron was mercilessly clamped on Miyamoto's chest. Xu Ruifeng suddenly raised his lips and pushed up as if his neck was about to be broken. His whole body moved upwards as if to avoid it, and kept trembling.
.
His body is honest, who knows who feels uncomfortable at this time!
"Section Chief." The subordinate reminded Miyamoto Akitsu who was getting angry and said, "I fainted."
Miyamoto Mingtetsu then looked over.
Lao Xu raised his head and drooped, and his tense body completely relaxed. The medical explanation for this kind of fainting is that when the brain feels irritating feelings that are harmful to the sensory system, it will automatically cut off all feelings.
Put people into coma to protect themselves.
But can Miyamoto Aketetsu make you pass out?
"Splash wake up!"
The Japanese soldier picked up the bucket next to him and poured it over Xu Ruifeng. There was cold water with salt added there.
Wow.
When a basin of cold water was poured down his chest, the burning pain in his chest was not relieved at all, and the stinging pain from the salt water on the wound went straight into his heart.
"Well……"
Xu Ruifeng, who was in a coma, woke up slowly, and when he woke up, his calm facial expression immediately caught something.
He hurts.
It hurts so much that I don’t want to live.
But Lao Xu endured it because he felt it was unpleasant to be scolded like this.
"Come...you...ask..."
After hearing these words, Miyamoto Akitsu immediately stepped forward and leaned over. He thought Xu Ruifeng had been beaten. It was true that a person who had just been dragged out of the hospital was dragged into the execution room and ran away. Even a good person couldn't bear it, let alone a sick patient.
"Where did the people from the Blue Clothes Club go? Apart from Lao Wen's family, is there anyone else to help?"
Miyamoto Mingzhe stared at Xu Ruifeng's face, originally intending to judge the truth of these words through his expression. When he saw the evil smile on Xu Ruifeng's face, he suddenly felt that the next words might not need to be analyzed.
"I am your father, I will tell you everything!"
"Hahahahaha...hahahahaha..."
Old Xu was very happy. He was hanging on the pillar with only the rope supporting his body and smiling, like a child who couldn't twist an adult and was causing trouble.
