Xiang Xiaoqiang and his stomachache were shocked. They looked at each other and quickly helped the girl to sit down in the corner.
The bespectacled girl's face was pale, her hair was messy, her head was tilted back weakly, her fingers were still twitching weakly in her coma, and it was obvious that she had endured great pain.
There was no furniture in the cell, and the concrete floor was very cold. Xiang Xiaoqiang took off his gown, spread it on the floor, and helped her sit on it.
The two stood up, rubbed their hands, and looked at each other without any idea.
Who is this girl with glasses?
Because there was a bugging microphone, the two did not dare to speak loudly. They just looked at each other and thought in their hearts.
At the door of the hotel outside the city, they watched with their own eyes as the two girls were arrested at the sticky pole. Of course, they mistakenly thought that the girl was Zhu Yourong.
At that time, the girl with glasses looked nonchalant, thinking she was really the eldest lady of some company, and she really had some background. Why was she being tortured again?
She said that she "didn't say anything", as if she was being tortured, and that she persisted without success.
The two of them thought of a thought at the same time: She is also a Ming intelligence agent?
She had a stomachache and checked her again. Look at her hands, her fingers were twitching. Look at her neck and face. They were very pale, with only a few bruises at the corners of her mouth.
My stomach hurts and I whisper:
"No obvious trauma."
Xiang Xiaoqiang asked in a low voice:
"What kind of punishment do you think she received?"
She licked her lips with a stomachache and said in an expert way:
"It could be the tiger bench. It could also be electrocution. It's neither of those two things."
Xiang Xiaoqiang felt a cold air spread throughout his body. He looked up subconsciously and covered his mouth with saliva. He almost felt the severe pain of his leg joints being broken by the tiger bench, and the stinging pain of electric current flowing through his body.
"You...when do you think she will wake up?"
She frowned with a stomachache and said:
"It's hard to say. Usually it's like this, and you can't wake up for a while. If you don't need to pour cold water on it, they won't be able to interrogate again today. Oh, it's so pitiful..."
Xiang Xiaoqiang looked at the girl huddled in the corner, tortured to the point of dying, and sighed, his heart really tightened for a while. He asked in a low voice:
"What do you think they were asking her?"
"Probably..." He glanced at the light bulb microphone outside and lowered his voice, "Probably asked if the 'Queen' is real..."
"Isn't it right? They said no at the inn."
My stomach ached and I touched my chin and thought:
"It's hard to say, because the Qing captives may not believe it. The Qing captives fully hope that the one they capture is the Queen. They will definitely interrogate them and make them admit it. They don't dare to torture the 'Queen', so they all focus on her...
"
Xiang Xiaoqiang thought for a while and said:
"But the sticky rod is not stubborn. If they can tell something, they won't get into trouble. Is this young lady..."
Stomachache guessed:
"Maybe they are from our side and have other tasks. The eldest lady from some company in Pukou is just to hide her identity. After a few phone calls at the sticky pole, they found out. Then the torture started."
Xiang Xiaoqiang nodded:
"Maybe so."
There was another burst of chaotic footsteps, and three people came down, opened the cell door, and shouted to Xiaoqiang:
"Come out! Yes, it's you! Hurry up!"
He said to Xiaoqiang that it was his turn.
…
Upstairs, Xiang Xiaoqiang was pressed into a chair, with two burly men standing next to him. Behind the desk opposite, a major stared at him with a sinister face.
Xiang Xiaoqiang saw the rank of major and knew that he was probably the commander of this branch.
Sacra looked at him, slowly took out a cigarette, lit it, and puffed out a stream of smoke:
"Tell me, what's their mission here?"
Xiang Xiaoqiang was stunned. They? So the people at Sticky Rod were 100% convinced that they were not the 'Queens of the Ming Dynasty'?
he asked:
"Who are you asking?"
Sacra winked, then punched Xiaoqiang hard on the face.
There were stars in front of his eyes, and he almost fell out of the seat. Two big hands immediately grabbed him back and pressed him down.
Xiang Xiaoqiang felt severe pain on his face and cursed secretly: Damn... this is the legendary torture...
Sacra opposite took a puff of cigarette and continued to ask lightly:
"I'm asking you now, not you asking me. What's the mission of those two girls?"
Xiang Xiaoqiang stared at him, licked his lips, and his chest jumped nervously. He had no idea what those two girls were doing, let alone what their mission was. But it seemed that the other party had identified them as spies of the Ming Dynasty, and...
After identifying them, they want to contact me.
"Say quickly...I'll ask you again. I'll count to three, one..."
Xiang Xiaoqiang felt a strong fear at the sinister tone. What on earth was going on? Now he obviously didn’t know anything. He didn’t know what the missions of the two Ming female agents were, and he didn’t know how they got involved with him.
.
"two……"
Damn, the most terrible thing is that I don’t believe it when I stick to the pole, my fists are shaking in front of my face, and I will get beaten even if I don’t say anything.
But I don’t know if they really have any important mission. If I say anything nonsense, it might harm them.
"three!"
The big man next to him looked at Xiaoqiang with a black tiger's heart, and he bent down, holding his stomach and gasping for breath.
He gritted his teeth and resisted the cramps in his stomach. It took him a long time to take a breath. He was so angry that he raised his eyes and glanced at the major, cursing him with the most vicious words in his heart.
Okay, just be awesome... If I can get out, you will be finished...
There was a sharp pain in the top of his head, and the hand behind him grabbed his hair and pulled him up to sit upright.
Sacra pointed to a pile of things on the ground next to him and said grimly:
"What's the matter, you want to try this stuff too? Your female colleague was so hard-boned just now that she fainted twice. How many times are you going to faint?"
Xiang Xiaoqiang gritted his teeth and looked at the pile of things, including copper wires and electric meters. He endured the pain and thought: Female colleague? That means the girl with glasses... She really was electrocuted... But this thing
I can't stand it myself! Did I spend the damn money to travel through time to receive electrocution?
Sacra also stared at him, observing his eyes, thinking that if he did this again, he would be sure that the one he just imprisoned was definitely a female agent from the Ming Dynasty.
…
At the gate of the headquarters, a military truck stopped. The driver's head, wearing a big-brimmed hat, stuck out of the driver's seat. He looked at the two soldiers who were still playing cards in the guard duty room and honked the horn twice arrogantly.
When the two guards saw the car coming, they hurried out. When they saw the big-brimmed hat and the military rank on the sticky stick on their shoulders, they immediately stood at attention.
A small notebook was handed out in the car and a sentence was thrown out:
"Your Xuzhou branch is located in this headquarters, right?"
The guard looked through the certificate nervously, and when he saw that he was from the Beijing General Administration, he answered with great caution:
"Yes, sir, it's just inside. Go into the second small building."
A sergeant jumped out from the back of the truck and came from a sticky pole, carrying a large, heavy canvas bag.
The officer in the car took back his ID, pointed at the non-commissioned officer in the stick-sticking department, and said to the guard:
"Listen, from now on, he is watching you. You are not allowed to leave the duty room, and you are not allowed to make calls outside."
The guard was confused:
"Sir...sir, what's going on?"
The officer said coldly:
"It's none of your business. Don't ask about our sticking point. Drive!"
The crossbar was raised and the truck drove into the headquarters compound.
The sergeant at the stick-stick department pushed them and said:
"Okay, hurry up, let's go in!"
The guard felt something was wrong and looked at the black dragonfly on the other's epaulette, but he didn't dare not listen. When he entered the duty room, they looked at each other and asked:
"Sir, what's the matter? Brothers... Brothers don't dare to interfere with the officers' affairs, but you have to explain... Brothers... After all, they are all members of the headquarters' security company. If you don't return... you won't return.
It’s all about the sticky rod.”
The sergeant sneered:
"Well, I can only tell you that the chief of our Xuzhou branch... hum, there is a problem... Is there any problem, do you still want to hear it?"
The two guards shook their heads like wavy drums.
"Um...what, do you have any cigarettes?" The sergeant took the cigarette that the guard hurriedly offered, and another person lit it. He blew out a puff of smoke and said slowly, "Let me tell you, the chief of the Xuzhou branch wants to
There's been a change... Now this officer is being escorted back to Beijing, and I don't know if he can save his life... I'm in a good mood, and I'm going to have to be tight-lipped when I say a few words to you guys, you know?"
"Yes Yes!"
"sure!"
…
In the co-pilot, Snail wiped off a cold sweat, and his chest was beating:
"Brother, you are really good at it. You can scare them with just two words."
The commando driving the car was named Li Gensheng. He also let out a sigh of relief and smiled with lingering fear:
"Hey, that's what our commando team does. When we go to Qingluo areas to work, we usually disguise ourselves as their officers."
The snail asked:
"Why are Qinglu so lax? Even the headquarters can sneak in at will."
Li Gensheng smiled and said:
"Brother Niu, you are from the north, but you have never had any dealings with the Qing army. This is the rear area. Our commando team has never gone so far to do a mission. They never imagined it. They thought it was very safe here.
.You see, there are no guards at their door. Without that pole, they wouldn’t even know I drove in like this. If it were Pukou or Jianghuai, I would never be able to get in like this."
When we arrived at the second door, according to the guard, the sticky rod was behind the second door. The door was also blocked by a crossbar. Next to it was not a duty room, but a small bunker. The cold light of the machine gun muzzle shone in the dark shooting port.
.
Li Gensheng still arrogantly honked the horn and showed his ID. But this time the guard was not as easy to fool as before.
"Sir, I'm sorry. We, your Majesty, tell us that we have important people here today. You can go in. A maximum of two people can enter. You are not allowed to bring weapons. The car must be parked here first."
Li Gensheng didn't get out of the car and glanced at him:
"Hey, I told you to understand the situation. You've seen the ID and I've told you everything. We're not going in to ask for help, we're going to take someone away. We still have to ask him to hand over his gun. We're coming from Beijing.
do you know?"
"Well, this," the guard looked at them, a little wary, and said as he retreated to the bunker, "My lord, please wait a moment, I will give our lord a call."
Li Gensheng didn't like it, pushed the door and got out of the car, and said:
"Forget it, I'll tell him myself..."
Without any explanation, he squeezed into the bunker. He raised his hand and heard two muffled "dong-dong" sounds. The two guards fell to the ground like sacks, with blood slowly leaking out from underneath them.
In an instant, all the members were in tacit understanding. As if they had rehearsed in advance, a team member jumped out from the back of the truck, carried a submachine gun and entered the bunker. He picked up the Qing army helmet from the shelf and put it on his head. He held it in front of the machine gun and guarded the level.
Li Gensheng ran out, jumped on the truck, turned around quickly, and let the front of the truck rush outside. He looked around and saw no one passing by, so he shouted behind him:
"Okay, let's go!"
The five commandos behind them, carrying Thompson submachine guns and Luger pistols with silencers, jumped out of the truck and rushed into the small building near the sticky pole.
A second lieutenant came towards me in the corridor and said in surprise:
"Hey, what are you doing...ah, sir!"
"Boom!"
With two muffled sounds, the second lieutenant fell to the ground. Li Gensheng pointed to the stairs, and immediately three men went up the stairs with guns in hand.
He skillfully found the alarm switch at the entrance of the corridor, pulled out a knife and cut the wire. Then with a wave of his hand, he led the remaining two people with guns in hand to start cleaning the first floor.
Opening an office, there were two officers inside.
"You are……"
"Dong-dong" shots were fired twice, and the two men lay motionless on the table. Li Gensheng held a submachine gun and a silencer Luger in his right hand, monitoring the entire corridor. His two men "cleaned" room by room.
Either push the door and go in; if it doesn't open, knock on the door and go in.
Li Gensheng stood at the entrance of the corridor, watching his men work skillfully, and felt extremely nervous. He looked at his pocket watch and counted the time. His movements were quite fast, and so far he was lucky that there was no start.
But once the fight breaks out, this is in the headquarters courtyard, and there are still heavy troops stationed around it, so the hope of escaping is slim.
He looked at the large open door at the sticky pole and prayed in his heart that no one would come at this time.
Don't come too much.
In less than five minutes, more than ten offices on the first floor were cleaned up, and a total of eight people were killed. He ordered one person to stay on the first floor, and he took another person to the second floor for support.
…
In the chief's office, Xiang Xiaoqiang had blood at the corners of his mouth and bruises on his eyes. He stared at Sacra with sideways eyes and gritted his teeth without saying a word.
The questions were too baffling, I didn’t know, there was nothing to say. Moreover, they were asking about the missions of the two Nanming female agents, not about my own missions. It felt like such a loss to just say it like this.
Now it's just a beating, not a sentence. Take this time to grit your teeth and think about what to do. Xiang Xiaoqiang never thought that one day he would be treated like a "revolutionary martyr". He was beaten just a few times and still suffered.
Liveable.
Damn, just think of it like when you were in middle school and got into group fights with students from other schools. It’s not as painful as that. It’s just that you’re always being questioned and punched, and your mind can’t think.
Sacra stared at him, thinking: It's almost done, send him back to the cell, and the rest is "Miss Nalan's" matter. This plan is really good, if you really want to torture such a Nanming die-hard, get a
You may not be able to open your mouth in a whole day. If you send him back to prison and let "Miss Nalan" act, you can hear the truth in an hour.
Someone knocked on the door and shouted:
"Sir, no good, something happened!"
Sacra was startled and motioned to the big man behind Xiaoqiang to open the door.
As soon as he opened the door, there were two muffled "dong dong" sounds. The big man turned around slowly, holding his stomach. His eyes almost popped out, and blood oozed from his mouth and between his fingers.
"Gudong!" The huge body fell to the ground.
Sacra was shocked. She opened the drawer and took out a gun. A pistol was already pressed against her head.
Several big men poured in, all wearing Qing army uniforms with stick-on epaulettes.
Xiang Xiaoqiang raised his bleeding eyes and glanced around. His heart suddenly felt relaxed, and ecstasy spread throughout his body. He looked at the dumbfounded Sacra with a smile on his lips.
Snail rushed up, hugged Xiang Xiaoqiang tightly, and said in a trembling voice:
"Uncle...Uncle, you have suffered..."
Xiang Xiaoqiang hugged the snail, patted his shoulder hard, and said softly:
"Okay, snail, my good brother!"
"Captain!" Li Gensheng and others also hugged Xiang Xiaoqiang a few times.
Then he said to Xiaoqiang:
"Gen Sheng, take people downstairs, Zi Teng is below!"
Now Sacra is sitting with a pale face on the chair where Xiang Xiaoqiang was sitting just now. A team member behind him is looking at him with a gun. The other two team members are looking through the drawers and files in this office.
Xiang Xiaoqiang sat on his desk, holding a gun in his hand and playing with the silencer on it. He was thinking while waiting for them to save his stomachache and for the lady to come up.
Sacra stared at the gun in his hand, his face slowly turned pale, and cold sweat fell down his forehead.
Snail said:
"Captain, what should I do with this old guy?"
Xiang Xiaoqiang gave Sacra a tyrannical look and said:
"Take it with you. Ask him if you have anything to say later."
A weak voice behind said:
"No need...I know everything he knows..."
Xiang Xiaoqiang looked toward the door, and saw two team members and a stomach ache holding the girl with glasses staggering in. The girl with glasses looked pale and bit her lips tightly. She looked at the people in the room one by one and bit her lips tighter.
, as if to imprint them all in my mind.
Sacra also turned to look at the girl with glasses, dumbfounded, and made a difficult sound in her throat:
"Ah...G...Na...little...miss..."
The girl with glasses stared at him, her eyes slowly showing anger, and her voice trembled:
"This man...he has committed an unforgivable crime...he...has killed so many people...cannot be forgiven..."
She reached for a gun and raised her arm...
With two "dong dong" sounds, Sacra fell to the ground, scratching her chest with her hands, spitting blood from her mouth, and still had her eyes open.
Everyone in the room was surprised and looked at the girl with glasses.
The girl with glasses slowly lowered her arms, lowered her head, closed her eyes, and her chest was still rising and falling rapidly, as if she was having a fierce ideological struggle.
Suddenly, the gun in her hand fell to the ground, then her feet went weak and she almost fell.
Seeing this, Xiang Xiaoqiang hurriedly stepped forward and hugged her.
The girl with glasses slowly opened her eyes in his arms, her pale face flushed with blood, and she said weakly:
"You... take me with you... whatever you want to do... I can help you..."