Spy game? Stop guessing, I really am an undercover agent!

Chapter 95 Torture
"The special envoy's message," Lin Xueli's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he quickly asked, "Comrade Tailor, why would you think that?"

The tailor glanced around, took a breath, and slowly said, "I know Comrade Lynx's area of ​​activity very well."

"The area from Xiafei Road all the way to Baima Road is where he usually hangs out."

"Comrade Qinghu, you are so familiar with the French Concession, you should know what's most common over Baima Road?"

Lin Xueli replied without hesitation, "The yarn factory."

"Are you suspecting that this special envoy is hiding in a textile factory on the side of Baima Road, working as a female factory worker?"

The tailor said slowly, "I'm not sure, but when we handed over the intelligence last time, I instructed Lynx to participate in the search for the special envoy."

"Now four days have passed, and Lynx suddenly said he had important intelligence for me. I suspect that Lynx discovered the communication signal left by the special envoy."

“The Lynx is the lowest level; he can only understand our communication signals, but he doesn’t understand what they mean.”

"That's why he signaled his desire to meet and wanted to pass on the information to me."

"Unfortunately, our meeting was unsuccessful, and I still don't know what the lynx discovered or where it found it."

Lin Xueli fell silent upon hearing this. The tailor was an old courier who had fought on the covert front for over five years. Based on his experience, his guess should not be wrong.

"Alright, tailor, leave the Lynx matter to me."

The tailor nodded and said, "I'm leaving everything to you."

"I don't know when we'll meet again, my dear tailor. Take care." Lin Xueli extended his right hand and shook hands firmly with the tailor.

The tailor's eyes welled up with tears. "Comrade Qinghu, we will definitely meet again on the day the revolution is victorious. Take care of yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tailor seemed to remember something: "Comrade Qinghu, Lynx has only recently joined the revolutionary front. I don't know if he can withstand the enemy's torture."

“I told him before that as long as he could hold out for 24 hours, confessing would not be considered a betrayal.”

“I have a lot of confidence in him. I believe he can buy you at least 24 hours. So you need to speed things up and make sure to contact the special envoy and bring her out before the Japanese get a confession.”

Lin Xueli nodded vigorously: "I understand, let's go."

This time, the tailor didn't say anything more, turned around and jumped onto a small boat moored at the dock.

The small boats at this pier won't go that far to Hong Kong Island. He needs to take a boat to the New River Pier in the French Concession, where there are boats going to Hong Kong Island.

Standing at the bow, he waved goodbye to Lin Xueli, and the small boat the tailor was riding slowly disappeared into the night.

Lin Xueli stood watching for a long time. When the small boat disappeared from sight, he silently took out his cigarette case, lit a cigarette, and couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.

However, he was not troubled by this emotion for long. After finishing a cigarette, Lin Xueli left the dock without looking back.

Meanwhile, in Shanghai, at the Military Police Headquarters, in the Special Higher Police interrogation room.

The cold, damp basement was illuminated only by a pale white chandelier on the ceiling, which lit up the iron chair in the center of the room and the suspicious dark stains on the walls.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, sweat, and disinfectant, a nauseating smell.

Zhang Mingda was stripped of his shirt, his thin body covered in bruises, bloodstains, and branding marks. Ordinary people could not even imagine what kind of inhuman torture he had suffered in those few hours.

Cold sweat mixed with blood slid down his forehead. His hands were tied behind his back to the chair back, and his ankles were fixed to the chair legs with iron shackles...

Opposite him, Yokoji Matsui, the head of the Special Higher Police Investigation Division, sat behind a clean table, slowly wiping his glasses with a white handkerchief.

Team leader Asano Ozo stood beside Zhang Mingda, toying with a barbed leather whip in his hand, his eyes fixed on his prey like a venomous snake… Matsui Yokoji put on his glasses, his voice steady yet cold: “Zhang-san, or rather, Mr. ‘Lynx’?”

"It's been seven hours since you came in."

"It's undeniable that your bones are harder than I imagined."

“I admire your willpower, but here, willpower is a luxury, a foolish consumable.”

"A person's willpower can last for a while, but not for a lifetime."

"Zhang Sang, you still have to say it. I'll give you one more chance. What exactly is the intelligence you're trying to convey? Who is your superior?"

"Pah!" Zhang Mingda spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. "You little devil, your appreciation is as cheap as the torture instruments here. Save your breath and bring out whatever tricks you have."

"Just frown, and I'll be your pet."

"Cheap? Heh, it seems Mr. Zhang is quite dissatisfied with our punishments." Matsui Yokoji grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "Asano-kun, give Mr. Zhang something new."

"Hai!" Asano Ozo threw away the whip and walked towards a device covered with a cloth by the wall.

With a whoosh, Asano Ozo lifted the cloth, revealing an old-fashioned telephone converted into an electric torture device, with thick wires connecting two alligator clips.

Matsui Yokoji said slowly, "Mr. Zhang, the electric chair used by the Special Higher Police is specially made, and very few people can withstand it."

"If you speak now, it's not too late to avoid physical pain."

"Hmph." Zhang Mingda snorted coldly and closed his eyes decisively.

"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences," Matsui Yokoji waved his hand. Asano Ozo's lips curled up slightly, revealing a cruel smile. Then, he skillfully plugged in the power, and the machine emitted a low hum.

"Snap, snap." Asano Osamu separated the two alligator clips, clamping one end to Zhang Mingda's chest and the other to his inner thigh.

Next, the two patches were placed on Zhang Mingda's temples, one on the left and one on the right.

After doing everything, Asano Ozo decisively pressed the switch and rotated the current indicator.

A low humming sound rang out, and an electric current instantly pierced through Zhang Mingda's body.

"Heh heh," in an instant, Zhang Daming's body was struck hard as if by an invisible giant hammer, a muffled sound came from his throat, his waist bounced violently upwards, and was pulled back tightly by the iron shackles.

His whole body was spasming and twitching wildly, as if every nerve was being pierced by a red-hot wire.

His eyes bulged out of their sockets due to the excruciating pain, were bloodshot, and almost burst out of their sockets.

"Ah, ah..." A few seconds later, she could no longer hold back and a heart-wrenching scream rang out, a sound that seemed to come from the depths of hell.

The current lasted for more than ten seconds before Asano Osamu released the knob.

Zhang Mingda slumped in the chair like a fish with its bones removed, his body still shaking violently uncontrollably, the chair soaked with sweat, saliva, and incontinent urine.

Cough, cough, cough—violent coughing accompanied by heavy panting echoed in the interrogation room. Each breath seemed to be accompanied by painful sobs, and the eyes were unfocused, as if they had lost their focus.

“Zhang Sang,” Matsui Yokoji walked up to Zhang Mingda and used a leather whip to lift the other’s chin.

"Will you tell me or not...?"

(End of this chapter)