Chapter 367 Obtaining a confession

Author: The bear skimming the treetops

Chapter 367 Obtaining a confession

Just when Hirao Akira was having a headache trying to escape as soon as possible, a middle-aged man walked out of the crowd, pointed at Zheng San'er and said: "Zheng San'er, let me see you cheating here again, take your people with you and get out.

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This middle-aged man has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looks upright.

Hirao Akira looked at him secretly, guessing the identity of this person.

When Zheng Saner saw the visitor, a flattering smile appeared on his face: "Oh, this is not Uncle Deng. What kind of wind brought you here?"

"It's getting late, why don't you go home?"

As he spoke, he grabbed a few bills and secretly stuffed them into the middle-aged man's pocket.

The middle-aged man pushed Zheng San'er away in disgust: "I'm warning you, stay away from me! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Looking at what you said, we are just trying to make ends meet. Don't argue with us. We're leaving right now!" Zheng San'er was quite sensible and greeted the coachman to leave.

The middle-aged man grabbed Zheng San'er's arm: "Wait a minute! You can leave, but you have to pay someone back the money you blackmailed, right?"

Zheng San'er smiled bitterly: "Uncle Deng, keep a line in everything and be a good person so that we can meet each other easily. Brothers also have to eat, right?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Give the money back!" The middle-aged man's tone was unquestionable, "This bastard Kang Laosi only collects money and doesn't care about you. Sooner or later, this world will be filled with chaos by you little bastards!"

The people around who were watching the excitement also began to agree and asked Zheng Saner to pay back the money.

Hirao Akira took a look, and it seemed that Zheng San'er usually offended a lot of people. Today, he was also lucky to meet this middle-aged man named Deng. Otherwise, he would have been entangled with Zheng San'er, and he didn't know when he would be able to escape.

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He roughly guessed that the middle-aged man was probably from a gang, and his status was not low.

Zheng San'er bared his teeth and smiled at the middle-aged man, and then pointed his fierce eyes at the crowd of passers-by who were cheering: "Okay, you will just watch your Master Zheng's joke today, right?"

He changed his expression very quickly, and when he faced the middle-aged man, he was smiling again: "Uncle Deng, okay! I will listen to you and won't argue with him! It's our brother's bad luck today, okay?"

After saying that, he threw his wallet at Hirao Akira's feet and said viciously: "Okay, you are lucky to have met my Uncle Deng today. I have to give my Uncle Deng some respect! But, boy, please remember this for Master Zheng."

Come on, don’t let me meet you on the street in the future, otherwise I want you to look good!”

Hirao Akira was eager to leave, and regardless of Zheng San'er's threats, he bent down to pick up his wallet. Unexpectedly, the moment his fingers touched the wallet, a strong wind hit behind his head.

He instinctively turned his head to dodge, and reached out to block it backwards, but his vision suddenly went dark, and he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and fell to the ground, losing consciousness.

At this time, Zheng San'er suddenly laughed and gave a thumbs up to the driver behind Hirao Akira.

The middle-aged man didn't seem to be surprised by the scene in front of him, and said to everyone: "Okay, let's all leave, it's getting late!"

Zheng Saner's eyes swept across everyone's faces again: "It's gone, it's all gone!"

Most of the people dispersed, but there were still a few curious pedestrians who refused to leave, so a few young people walked out of the crowd and pushed them away.

Zheng Saner and the rickshaw driver tied up the unconscious Hirao Akira, blocked his mouth with a rag used to clean cars, searched him again, and then threw him into the rickshaw.

When Hirao Akira woke up, he was already in a dark torture chamber, and his heart was filled with darkness.

The street gangster's extortion of money from him was a well-designed scam. Zheng San'er, the rickshaw driver and the middle-aged man who later appeared to save him were all part of the same group.

Hirao Akira is almost regretful now.

However, even in jail, Hirao Akira wanted to make a last-ditch effort. He shouted loudly: "Who are you? I am a reporter. Who are you? You dare to openly kidnap a journalist. I want to

When I see your leader, I want to lodge the most solemn protest..."

The door of the torture room slowly opened, and Fang Jin walked in from the outside. The light was dim, covering half of his face, so that Hirao Akira did not recognize him.

"Since you are a reporter, why are you dressed like this?"

Hirao Akira said with an innocent face: "Of course it's for an unannounced visit!"

Fang was silent now and winked at Ji Chenglin who was standing aside.

Ji Chenglin couldn't help but grabbed Hirao Akira's right hand and twisted it outward forcefully.

Hirao Akira's hands and feet were tied, and he grimaced in pain.

Ji Chenglin looked at Hirao Akira's palm, nodded, and reported to Fang Fang now: "Team leader, reporters hold pens in their hands. They hold pens to write all year round, and over time, on the right side of the index finger and the left side of the middle finger

Usually there will be more or less calluses."

"If you look at this person again, there are no obvious calluses in the two parts I just mentioned. On the contrary, there are calluses of varying degrees under the thumb, the tiger's mouth, and the left and right sides of the index finger. This shows that his hand

, is a typical gun-wielding hand!"

Hirao Akira's heart was shaken after saying these few words, and he subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand.

However, under his strong struggle, Ji Chenglin exerted a fierce force and almost broke his wrist, and Hirao Akira immediately let out a pitiful howl like a slaughtering pig.

Fang now stepped forward and said: "For ordinary Japanese spies, even if they have been exposed to firearms, it is during training. During long-term lurking missions, their opportunities to come into contact with firearms will gradually decrease, and the calluses on their hands will gradually disappear. And this

But this is not the case for people, which shows that he often deals with guns and should be an action worker!"

As soon as he said this, Hirao Akira broke out in a cold sweat.

Fang's guess is correct now. He is indeed better at action than obtaining intelligence.

At this time, Hirao Akira saw clearly that the young man in front of him was the same person who passed by him in front of the tea stall!

For a moment, he seemed to understand something!

He had already entered the other party's sight.

The title that the strong man called him just now was the team leader. How could there be such a young team leader?

"I don't like to be vain, and I don't like to waste time. You'd better confess now, otherwise I will make you realize that life is worse than death!"

Without waiting for Hirao Akira to answer, he was directly placed on the electric chair. Hirao Akira, who thought he was unyielding under the torture, did not last long before he could no longer hold back his words.

The spirit of Bushido that he had always believed in and His Majesty the Emperor as the incarnation of God were all forgotten at this time!

He had no way of imagining that there was such pain in the world. Faced with such endless suffering, he chose to bow his head.

No matter what the spirit of Bushido is, no matter what His Majesty the Emperor is, it is not as good as the moment when the switch of the electric chair is turned off.

Fang now walked up to Hirao Akira and said coldly: "Very good! You are more aware of current affairs than your accomplice. My time is limited, so I will answer my question now. If you dare to play tricks on me, I will protect you."

The taste I just tasted is the lightest!"

Hirao Akira was paralyzed, and he didn't even have the strength to speak. His eyes were empty, and every bone and muscle in his body seemed to have been crushed. He was in indescribable pain, and he just nodded slightly.

"May I have your name?"

"Hirao Akira!" As soon as the words came out, Hirao Akira realized that his companion Fujita Yasu probably didn't explain.

But these are no longer important, there is no need to compare with Fujita Yasu.

"What spy organization do you belong to?"

"Nanjing District of Extraordinary Higher Education Courses."

"What is Lancheng's mission?"

"Follow and monitor deputy leader Wang Xiang, find out why Takuya Minamino, the leader of the Xuanwu Intelligence Team, disappeared, and find out the person who betrayed him."

"What do you know now?"

"It has been initially determined that Wang Xiang is the person who betrayed Minano Takuya."

"What is your specific plan for the next step?"

"If there is trouble in Lincheng, kidnap Wang Xiang on his way back to Nanjing and force him to find out the truth!"

"Why not do it on the way he comes? Wouldn't it be more convenient?"

"I don't know this either. I had a lot of doubts at the time, but I'm afraid only our team leader Tanabe Kyoji knows the reason for this problem."

"What is the name of your companion who appeared near the restaurant with you?"

"Fujita Yasu!"

"Who was the person who took you out?"

"I don't know him. He should be a local latent agent in Lincheng."

This answer is consistent with Fujita Yasu's performance at the time.

Fang Jin now took a photo from the table and handed it to Hirao Akira: "Are you sure you haven't seen him?"

Hirao Akira raised his eyelids. The photo showed the scene when the fake policeman took him to evacuate. The background of the photo was a coffee shop.

He thought carefully about it, it must have been the time when they had just deceived the soldiers guarding the intersection.

After seeing this photo, Hirao Akira was finally relieved.

He showed himself in front of a restaurant and was later photographed. It was through this photo that the Chinese found him.

In the end, I was careless. I really shouldn't have volunteered myself to perform the observation mission just to atone for my sins.

However, all regrets now are in vain.
To be continued...