Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Takeda Hiroichi's arms were suspended high, with a field tourniquet tightly wrapped around his shoulders, the metal buckle gleaming coldly in the dim light.

Below the tourniquet, the entire arm had turned into eerie white bones!

The ulna and radius of the forearm were completely exposed, and the periosteum was completely peeled off by a sharp object, leaving only scattered dark red muscle bundles wrapped around the bone surface like rotten vines.

Even more horrifying was the skin, which had been completely split open from shoulder to wrist but not completely removed. It now dangled like peeling oilcloth, its edges curled and blackened, revealing the yellow layer of fat beneath the skin.

The drooping skin and the white bones formed a strange and terrifying scene.

Although Katsuki Seiji on the right was a little "lucky", 30% of the flesh and blood on his left arm was also gone.

The biceps brachii was precisely cut off, and the muscle fibers at the severed ends were unevenly turned outward like torn cotton wool. The exposed nerve bundles were like clusters of pale snakes, twitching unconsciously in a pool of blood.

The ground had already turned into a sticky pool of blood, with fingernail-sized skin fragments and flocculent muscle tissue floating in the dark red plasma.

"Ah... crack..." Takeda Hiroichi suddenly let out a hissing sound like a tracheal leak from his throat, his skinned arm twitched violently, and the white bones hit the wooden frame with a crisp "crackling" sound.

The drooping skin swayed violently...

No wonder Bai Yanliusheng was needed! Zhou Zhengqing's mind exploded with thunder. Below the tourniquet, three fixed vascular clamps clamped the brachial artery branches tightly like scorpion pincers.

One of the locks had broken due to the continuous pressure, and was stuck on the blood vessel that was about to rupture by brute force.

This is not a cure at all, but a deliberate prolongation of the pain!

"Ugh!" Stomach acid mixed with bile rushed straight to the throat.

Zhou Zhengqing staggered back, his five fingers loosening the curtain as if they had been electrocuted.

The dirty white cloth fell down with a loud bang, blocking out the hellish scene.

He suddenly stepped back several steps from the iron fence, stood with his hands on his hips and took several deep breaths before he suppressed the discomfort in his stomach.

"General, are you...are you alright?" Seeing Zhou Zhengqing retreat in shock, Itai Yudai immediately hunched over and approached him, "An interrogation...is bound to be a little bloody."

Zhou Zhengqing turned his head and glanced at Itai Yudai: "How did the interrogation turn out like this!"

Itai Yudai was pinned to the spot by this gaze, forcing out a stiff smile: "S-Smith! General... those two people inside are really too stubborn..."

As he spoke, the corner of his eye involuntarily glanced at the blood-stained curtain hanging deep in the cell.

"Hard-mouthed?" Zhou Zhengqing chewed on the word, full of doubts. He didn't think there was anything else worth interrogating about Seiji Kazuki and Koichi Takeda.

I subconsciously wanted to ask more questions, but my eyes caught the two "plot characters" Lao Tan and Shao Laoshuan not far away.

"Who are they?"

Itai Yudai followed his gaze and immediately understood, bending even lower. "General, things are a bit complicated. Why don't you let Nakagawa take them up first? I'll report to you in detail later."

Zhou Zhengqing nodded. He had no intention of having direct contact with the two characters, Lao Tan and Shao Laoshuan. Zhou Zhengqing also felt that there was no need for him to pay too much attention to the plot now. He could just leave it to his subordinates to handle.

As if he had been pardoned, Ban Jing immediately glared at Ken Nakagawa who was standing at the door.

The latter shuddered and walked to the corner stiffly like a puppet, rudely pushing Lao Tan and Shao Laoshuan away.

"You go out too." Zhou Zhengqing waved to Makarov and Bai Yanliusheng.

The tall Slav saluted silently, and the sound of his boot heels hitting the ground as he turned around was full of relief.

Bai Yanliusheng pushed his glasses, and his gaze behind the lenses lingered on Zhou Zhengqing and Yingzi for a moment, and finally he quietly retreated into the shadow of the corridor.

Taking advantage of this time, Zhou Zhengqing slowly walked to Yingzi and looked down at his little maid.

Sakurako lowered her head deeply, a few strands of scattered black hair covering her face, only the pair of small hands twisted in front of her abdomen revealed her panic.

Time flows in dead silence, with only the faint sound of "water dripping" in the distance.

After a long time, Sakurako seemed unable to bear the silent pressure, and raised her head carefully and extremely slowly.

The little face that always lowered its eyebrows and looked submissive was now as pale as paper, its lips were bitten to the point of almost bleeding, and its eye sockets were abnormally red.

Her eyes were like a frightened deer, quickly sweeping across Zhou Zhengqing's sweaty forehead, and then dropped as if she had been electrocuted.

A trace of struggle flashed across her eyes.

Finally, as if she had made up her mind, she reached with her trembling hands into the deep of the light green kimono stained with dark red spots in her arms.

After groping for a while, he pulled out a neatly folded pure white handkerchief. In this hellish cell, the white seemed a bit dazzling. . . .

Walking barefoot on the cement floor, Sakurako silently moved forward one small step at a time.

The cold plasma wrapped around her slender ankles, leaving small, dark red marks with every step.

She stopped half an arm's length away from Zhou Zhengqing, still not daring to look him in the eye. She just stubbornly and almost clumsily stood on tiptoe, raised the snow-white handkerchief high, and stretched it towards his forehead.

Zhou Zhengqing subconsciously turned his head away, frowning.

He raised his hand and wiped it, and his fingertips touched something wet, cold and sticky.

He didn't know when, but his forehead was already covered with cold sweat, which had soaked through his temples and was now slowly sliding down his temples.

Sakurako's hand froze in mid-air, her knuckles trembling slightly from the exertion.

She pursed her lips that were bleeding, and a thin layer of tears appeared in her eyes, but it was not grievance, but a kind of stubbornness that was almost desperate.

The next second, she stood on tiptoe again, almost leaning into Zhou Zhengqing's arms.

The hand holding the white handkerchief, with a slight trembling that could not be refused, firmly and gently covered his sweaty forehead.

When the silk handkerchief with body temperature touched the skin on his forehead, Zhou Zhengqing's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

He could clearly feel the trembling of the girl's fingertips and smell the faint scent of soapberry and the strong smell of blood in her hair.

Sakurako's originally skilled wiping action now seemed a little awkward, as if she was not wiping sweat, but some invisible ritual.

The snow-white handkerchief was quickly soaked with cold sweat.

When Itai Yudai bent down and retreated to the cell, he saw Sakurako standing on tiptoe against Zhou Zhengqing's chest, carefully wiping Zhou Zhengqing's sweaty temples.

A knowing smile flashed across Ban Jing's eyes, and then he lowered his head and stood quietly to the side, even breathing lightly.

How dare he disturb Sakurako at this time...

"Okay, it's almost done." Zhou Zhengqing felt that he had almost wiped it, but Yingzi was still sticking to him, so he couldn't help but speak out.

Yingzi shuddered, and quickly took two steps back, holding the handkerchief in her hand to her chest: "Smith Marseille, Master, Yingzi is not serving you well."

Zhou Zhengqing narrowed his eyes and looked at her.

Sakurako at this moment is completely different from the one just now. The female devil who hummed a song while peeling bones and skinning people now has tears hanging on her eyelashes, and every muscle on her pale little face is twitching to express regret.