Spy Wars: I have space, but I choose to work alone

The cadets were puzzled as they saw the two men who couldn't even salute properly and who, even though they were wearing the uniform of lieutenant officers, looked like the old men in long gowns and jackets that were often seen strolling on the streets of the city.

Especially the nicknames "Bamboo Stick Immortal" and "Little Carpenter", which sound like they have nothing to do with torture.

"These two look quite kind. They don't look like the kind of executioners who torture people, do they?"

Liu Gongfeng whispered to Chen Beixuan beside him.

This is also the doubt of many students. In their minds, aren’t those who torture people all burly, ugly men with ferocious faces?

Doesn't this match the good-guy image of Zhao Da and Zhao Er who appear in front of them now?

After going through so much, Chen Beixuan did not agree as Liu Gongfeng expected. Instead, he narrowed his eyes slightly, kept observing Zhao Da and Zhao Er, and said carefully:

"Don't you understand yet? You can't judge a person by appearance. Think about Luo Ping. Before the instructor revealed Luo Ping's true identity as a Japanese spy, there were so many of us who were with Luo Ping every day. Did anyone discover Luo Ping's disguise?"

"The instructor must have his reasons for doing this. Watch carefully, learn well, and don't let the instructor down."

Hearing what Chen Beixuan, who seemed to be the leader of the advanced class, said, the other students perked up, stopped talking, and observed quietly with their eyes.

When Ma Liang heard the students' whispered discussions, a smile finally appeared on his lips.

"Finally, my hard work was not wasted!"

Then Ma Liang continued to say to Zhao Da and Zhao Er:

"Don't be so modest, masters. I invited you here today because I want to see the secret craftsmanship of the Ministry of Justice."

When talking about their profession, the stock market mercenary aura on Zhao Da and Zhao Er's faces suddenly disappeared, and a sense of master chef's confidence appeared on their faces.

"Okay, okay. Since the commander has given me face, we brothers promise to help the commander get a confession..."

At this time, the younger Zhao Er suddenly nudged Zhao Da, who was talking, with his elbow and gestured to Zhao Da with his chin that there were female students among the crowd.

Zhao Da understood immediately, and said to Ma Liang with some embarrassment:

"Sir, we brothers have reached an agreement with the Military Control Commission that you can watch. It's just that for a while there might be some... Do you think you should let these ladies under your command..."

Ma Liang understood Zhao Da's words immediately, and quickly made an expression as if he had almost forgotten, and said gratefully:

"Thank you Master Zhao for reminding me. I almost forgot about this."

"No, no, the commander is indeed a man who cares for women..."

Just when Zhao Da wanted to continue to flatter, Ma Liang's tone changed and he ordered:

"Ladies first, male students, please be gentlemanly and ask all female students to come to the first row so that they can see the best."

"?"

Zhao Da was confused. Is this what I meant?

The faces of all the female students changed immediately, but under Ma Liang's "tyrannical power", they still reluctantly came to the front row.

Ma Liang then respectfully said to Zhao Da:

"Please! Teach these youngsters a lesson!"

Zhao Da saw that Ma Liang, his superior, didn't care, so people like them naturally wouldn't care even more.

The two brothers also began to comment on Takagi Linzhi, just like when buying meat at the vegetable market, they kept fiddling with the pork on the chopping board with their fingers.

Zhao Da simply checked the mess on Gao Mulinzhi's body, some with deep and some with shallow whip wounds, and then made some strange comments:

"Who did this job? Why is it so rough? Like a newcomer."

After being evaluated like this by professionals, Liu Gongfeng and his gang felt a little embarrassed, but fortunately the lighting in the basement was dim and they couldn't see anything.

After Zhao Da finished speaking, he rummaged around in the small wooden box he brought with him, took out a bottle of medicine, and carefully sprinkled the powder on Gao Mu Linzhi's wound.

While spreading the word, he explained to Takagi Linzhi considerately:

"Don't worry, this is top quality sulfa. It will stop your bleeding."

After finishing, Zhao Da kindly advised Gao Mulinzhi:

"My dear brother, I don't know what you have done wrong, but I advise you to confess. Few of you will survive if you fall into our hands."

But what greeted Zhao Da's "kindness" was only Takagi Linzhi's silence.

"Ugh!"

"Why bother?"

After saying that, Zhao Da lowered his head and took out a handful of sharpened bamboo sticks from his small wooden box.

Ma Liang kindly reminded at the right time:

"Master Zhao, this guy is a professional Japanese spy, he's very tough!"

"Little devil?"

When Zhao Da heard Ma Liang remind him that the man in front of him was a Japanese spy, his movements slowed down noticeably and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

He calmly put the thinner bamboo stick in his hand back into the wooden box, and took out another bamboo stick that was twice as thick, muttering to himself:

"Does this count as my resistance against Japan?"

"Dangdang file..."

As the monotonous and dull sound of the small wooden hammer rang out, a scream that was enough to sting everyone's eardrums resounded throughout the entire underground interrogation room.

"ah··········"

The ten fingers are connected to the heart, this is just exaggerated!

Normally, a small wooden splinter inserted into the body is enough to cause unbearable pain.

What’s more, the bamboo sticks are so thick now.

Just a moment!

Gao Mulinzhi's eye sockets were torn in an instant, and his whole body was like a fish that had been caught on shore, shaking wildly, trying to throw away the thick bamboo stick that had pierced his finger.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

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The female students in the front row who were learning at close range and had poorer psychological endurance were immediately stimulated to vomit by the bloody corporal punishment before them.

Zhao Da observed Gao Mulinzhi's performance, and when the peak of pain passed, he swung the patinated wooden hammer again without hesitation.

"what········"

The high-pitched screams continued, a smell of urine spread in the interrogation room, and Takagi Linzhi lost control of his sphincter.

"Wow~"

"Wow~"

This time even two of the male students couldn't help but vomit, and the rest who didn't vomit turned pale and broke out in cold sweats.

Zhao Da turned around and looked at his group of temporary students with some dissatisfaction. He was somewhat unhappy that others were disturbing him, and there was a hint of disdain in his eyes.

We haven’t even started yet, and someone is already vomiting?

Everyone then realized that Zhao Da, who had looked kind and humble just a moment ago, now had a look of madness and cruelty on his face. His eyes were slightly red, and he looked like some kind of wild beast, ready to devour anyone.

At this time, Ma Liang's emotionless voice sounded:

"I allow you to vomit once. If anyone vomits again, I don't mind letting him give me what he vomited."

"Everyone, open your eyes! No one is allowed to close their eyes! Take a good look at what a professional Japanese military agent looks like!"

After hearing Ma Liang's words, all the students immediately wiped their mouths with their sleeves and forced themselves to open their eyes.

"It's a black card, it's onboard!"

Faced with such torture, Takagi Hayashi did not give in. Instead, he spoke for the first time in his native language, shouting slogans to encourage himself.