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

While Xiaori was busy holding meetings here, the Russian consulate in Shanghai was also in chaos.

Consul General Ashek mercilessly rebuked Sergei, the head of military intelligence in the consulate:

"Your military intelligence department planned such a large operation. Why did you inform our diplomatic department in advance? Even if it was for confidentiality, at least I, as the consul general, should be informed, right?"

"Do you know how much of a passive position this has caused to our diplomatic work? Your military intelligence department must take full responsibility for this matter. I reserve the right to complain to the Kremlin!"

After the Tianchangjie assassination, not only did Xiaorizi suspect that Maozi was the mastermind, even Maozi himself believed that it was done by his own people.

The Russian Consul General in Shanghai, Ah Sheke, was not angry about the assassination attempt, but because the military intelligence department kept it secret from him, causing him to be passive in the negotiations with diplomats from various countries this afternoon because he was not prepared in advance.

Sergei, the head of military intelligence at the Russian Consulate, was also confused. Although he also believed that this was the work of the Russian military intelligence department, he really had no idea and hurriedly explained:

"Consul General, we don't know about this either! Maybe the headquarters bypassed everyone and sent someone alone to carry out the task!"

As the two sides each insisted on their own opinions, a large number of inquiring telegrams flew from the Russian Consulate General in Shanghai to the Kremlin.

For a while, the Russians were also investigating which department had accomplished this great feat and had concealed the fact.

The consuls of the British and American consulates also held an emergency meeting at night. After synthesizing the intelligence held by all parties, they came to the same conclusion:

"Maozi is really good at calculating!"

In the middle of the night, Ma Liang looked at the intelligence about the Tianchang Festival that he had filtered out through his military notebook.

Tonight's telegram exchanges between various parties are more lively than ever before, especially between the Japanese Expeditionary Force Headquarters in Shanghai and the Japanese Army Headquarters, where the telegram exchanges are even more frequent.

Ma Liang looked at the telegrams sent by the Japanese Expeditionary Force to the Japanese headquarters one by one, and suddenly laughed.

"After all this time, the Russians are taking the blame for me?"

Ma Liang was somewhat speechless and carefully looked at the evidence provided by the Japanese Expeditionary Force. After a brief analysis, he had to admit that according to the current international situation, the Russians were bound to take the blame.

The Japanese army discovered the secret of the high-precision sniper bullet warhead, which also alerted Ma Liang to be cautious when using modern equipment in space in the future.

Then Ma Liang curiously opened the diplomatic telegrams between Maozi and Britain and the United States, and found that almost all forces believed that Maozi was the mastermind behind this strange assassination, even Maozi himself thought so.

Ma Liang himself was also somewhat amused by this coincidence. He really had no intention of putting the blame on the Russians. He just wanted to set an example to the killers of the Military Control Commission.

But if you think about it carefully, at this point in time, there is really no other country except the Russians that has the ability and motivation to carry out such a difficult assassination.

After understanding the reactions of all parties, Ma Liang, who was blamed, went to bed peacefully.

But he went to bed, and many people were destined not to sleep tonight.

In the interrogation room of the Shanghai Military Police Headquarters, Li Zhengming, a teacher at Minghua Primary School, was being severely tortured. A whip dipped in cold water was whipping his body again and again.

"Li Zhengming, just tell the truth! Has the killer been hiding in your house all this time? How did you get in touch?"

"Speak out early and suffer less. You can't bear these punishments. You will speak out sooner or later. Why suffer more?"

Lieutenant Colonel Takahashi Shiro, a famous executioner of the Military Police Headquarters, with half of his face swollen, was interrogating Li Zhengming.

"I don't know, I really don't know!" Li Zhengming, covered in blood, denied loudly.

However, as an ordinary person, nothing can be hidden from the eyes of experienced criminal investigators.

The intuition and eyes of veteran detectives are no worse than modern lie detectors, and ordinary people with something on their mind cannot escape their sharp eyes.

After simply questioning the young and strong men in the building one by one, the Japanese army focused on Li Zhengming, who was evasive.

Because he couldn't find any trace of the murderer, Ken Takahashi Shiro was slapped several times by his superiors. Now he placed all his hopes on Li Zhengming.

Faced with Li Zhengming's futile explanation, Takahashi Shiro had no expression and just nodded to the military police who were carrying out the execution.

The military police immediately took out the bamboo sticks they had prepared and hammered them into the gaps between Li Zhengming's nails.

"what!"

"Ah~"

As the saying goes, the heart is connected to the fingers, and soon inhuman cries of pain were heard in the torture room.

Three hours later, after being tortured several times, the tortured Li Zhengming still insisted that he knew nothing.

Just as they were about to give Li Zhengming the electric shock, a Japanese military doctor on standby came forward to check on Li Zhengming's physical condition, frowned, walked to Takahashi Shiro's side, and whispered:

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant Colonel, this man's body has reached its limit. He may go into shock and die at any time. He cannot be tortured any further."

Torture is a technical job. It is not like what most people think, that you can get the desired confession by just using all kinds of cruel and brutal criminal laws.

Humans have a self-protection mechanism. Once the pain exceeds the body's tolerance limit, the brain will shut down and go into shock, or even freeze.

Takahashi Shiro was also panicking, the words his superior had said after slapping him were still ringing in his ears:

"This incident has shaken the government and the country. If you still can't find any clues to the murderer by tomorrow, you will have to commit seppuku to apologize to Tian Huang!"

Shiro Takahashi hurried forward to check and found that Li Zhengming's condition was indeed as the military doctor said, and he looked like he was about to die at any time.

Li Zhengming was, after all, a frail scholar with a weak constitution.

If he hadn't known that the Japanese officer he saw was a hero who fought against the Japanese, and had taken down the demon who massacred Nanjing among the thousands of soldiers, it would have been difficult for him to survive until now with the unique character of a scholar.

At this time, Zhao Sihe, the translator who had not been playing any role, could not stand it anymore and looked down on these gendarmes who only knew how to use torture. Didn't they know the old saying that the best way to win the heart is to conquer the heart?

Eager to make a contribution, he walked to Takahashi Shiro's ear and whispered:

"Takahashi-sama, I remember that Li Zhengming has a pregnant wife, right?"

Hearing this, Gao Qiao's eyes lit up, and he patted Zhao Sihe's shoulder vigorously and said happily:

"You are worthy of being a friend of the Locust Army. You are very loyal! I will definitely recommend you for merit!"

Zhao Sihe was like a dog being praised by its master. If he had a tail, he would wag it. He said flatteringly:

"It is my honor to serve the Locust Army!"

With the advice from Zhao Sihe, Takahashi Shiro looked at the bloody Li Zhengming with only amusement in his eyes.

Half an hour later, Li Zhengming screamed for a long time. He had endured three hours of torture without saying a word, but finally he spoke before Takahashi took off the last piece of clothing of his wife.

Takahashi got everything he wanted.