Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

Zhang Yunhe took a few steps forward, squatted down, looked at Matsushima and said, "Mr. Matsushima, there is something I need your cooperation with!"

"W-what's the matter?" Matsushima said with forced calmness.

Zhang Yunhe said, "Now I'm asking you questions and you answer them. I hope you'll tell the truth. Don't lie, and don't try to get away with it. Otherwise, you'll regret your actions!"

"First, tell us your apparent identity and your true identity!"

Matsushima swallowed and said, "I, I'm the manager of the Navy Club, that's all, this is my true identity!"

"It seems that Mr. Matsushima has to suffer a little!" Zhang Yunhe said, then he grabbed Matsushima's left shoulder with a grin, and pulled and twisted it with his left hand, and Matsushima's left shoulder joint was dislocated.

"Hmm" Matsushima groaned in pain.

Then Zhang Yunhe did the same to Matsushima's right shoulder and left and right hip joints, dislocating them one by one. This time, Matsushima was completely unable to move except for his mouth.

Matsushima gritted his teeth in pain, cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead on that cold winter night, and the veins on both sides of his temples bulged.

"Mr. Matsushima, how does it feel? Or are you still not telling the truth?" Zhang Yunhe asked Matsushima with a playful expression.

Matsushima gasped in pain and gritted his teeth, "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just the manager of the Navy Club. I don't have any other identity!"

"Really? I knew you would be stubborn, so I was mentally prepared. So don't worry, I will treat you well!" Zhang Yunhe said as he grabbed Matsushima, lifted him up and carried him on his shoulder, then turned around and walked out of the abandoned office.

After a while, he carried Matsushima to an abandoned factory with a row of concrete pillars in the middle. He repositioned Matsushima's joints and tied him to the concrete pillars.

As Zhang Yunhe tied the ropes, he said, "I've seen your soldiers tie our civilians to concrete pillars, then drop poison gas and bacterial bombs on them. They use our civilians as living subjects for experiments, trying to see how long they can survive the attack of poison gas and bacteria before dying!"

"I've even seen your soldiers tie our people to trees, cut open their stomachs with bayonets, and let their internal organs spill out onto the ground. They're even so cruel as to use bayonets to pierce the bellies of pregnant women and remove their unborn babies!"

"I've also seen your Special High Technology Department and Military Police tie our people to electric chairs, shocking them repeatedly and whipping them with leather whips until they were covered in blood, with not a single piece of skin intact. They also tortured their knee joints with tiger benches, pierced their fingers one by one with bamboo sticks, pulled out their nails one by one with pliers, and burned their chests with red-hot iron blocks. The smell of burning flesh was sickening!"

Songdao listened to Zhang Yunhe talking about these cruel tortures in a calm tone, and was so frightened that fear appeared on his face and in his eyes.

After tying the rope, Zhang Yunhe walked up to Songdao, looked at him, and asked, "What kind of torture do you think I should use on you? Huh? You don't know? Okay, I'll let you know!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked out.

After a while, he brought some things, including iron pots, coal blocks, wood, benches, bricks, pliers, hammers, bamboo sticks, whips, bayonets...

As these things were thrown to the ground with a clang, Matsushima's face turned pale instantly when he saw it.

Zhang Yunhe didn't say anything either. He first propped up the iron pot, then threw dry firewood into the pot and lit it. After the wood burned, he threw in the coal, and finally threw in a palm-sized iron block.

"Huh - okay, let the iron pot burn, and let's find other fun things to warm up first!" After saying that, Zhang Yunhe took off his coat and sweater, and even his shirt and autumn clothes, and picked up a whip with his bare chest.

He waved the whip in front of Matsushima and said, "Do you know where you got this set of tools?"

Matsushima's face was filled with fear, but he forced himself not to speak.

Zhang Yunhe said, "These were all taken from the interrogation room of the Special High Section! My Special High Section and Unit 76 have said that few people who are captured can survive this whole set of attacks. Once these things are used, most people will give up before they've even used half of them. They even explain their entire ancestry in detail, and I don't know if it's true. Today, I'll use these things on you to see if they're as mysterious as they say!"

Zhang Yunhe took a few steps back with his bare chest and a whip in his hand, raised his arms to do chest expansion exercises, shook his head and twisted his neck, and there was a crackling sound from the bones in his neck. He squatted down and punched a few times, and all the bones in his body made bursts of thundering sounds.

"Hoo—" He let out a long breath, stood up, waved the whip and said, "Okay, all the joints are loose, now let's get started!"

"Crack—" The whip made a sound in the air when it was swung.

"Snap!" The whip instantly hit Matsushima's chest with a crisp sound, and then Matsushima's clothes on his chest were torn apart, and then he let out a scream: "Ah——"

“Pah—pah—pah…”

Matsushima screamed with every whip. After more than thirty whips, the clothes on Matsushima's chest and abdomen were all torn, and blood dyed the tattered clothes red. He fainted while trembling all over.

But we can't just let him fall asleep comfortably like this, we have to increase the intensity. Torture is not just physical torture of the person being interrogated, it is also about destroying their spirit and will.

Zhang Yunhe grabbed two handfuls of cold snow from outside and rubbed them on Songdao's body a few times. Before he could cut through the snow, Songdao woke up due to the stimulation. The pain all over his body made him tremble constantly, and he made unconscious humming sounds from his mouth.

"You've enjoyed the flogging. How did it feel, Mr. Matsushima? You know, the spies from the Special Higher Police, Unit 76, and the Military Police torture my compatriots every day. I've been suffering in my heart. You should be able to feel the pain my compatriots are going through now, right?"

"Don't worry, this is just the beginning, let's have fun! The whipping just now was just an appetizer, now let's officially begin!"

Zhang Yunhe untied the ropes that bound Songdao, tied him to an electric chair, placed a table in front of him, and fixed his hands on the table.

He took a bunch of bamboo sticks, took out one and pointed the tip of the stick at Matsushima's thumb, twisted the hammer and hit it. The bamboo stick was instantly hammered in and half of it was embedded in Matsushima's left thumb.

"Ah--" Matsushima let out a miserable howl in pain, and his left hand trembled violently. However, because it was fixed, the skin on his wrist was rubbed during the trembling and struggle.