Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

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"Okay, let's do it again, again!" Zhang Yunhe comforted him with words, then took a bamboo stick and pressed it against Matsushima's left index finger, then swung the hammer and smashed it in.

"Ah--" Matsushima let out another long scream, his whole body shaking violently, and sweat dripping from his head like raindrops.

Zhang Yunhe nailed five bamboo sticks into the five fingers of Matsushima's left hand. When the fifth bamboo stick was nailed in, Matsushima fainted on the spot.

Zhang Yunhe boiled some water, let it cool down a little, grabbed two handfuls of snow, and rubbed Songdao awake in a few seconds.

Because of excessive sweating and dehydration, Songdao's lips were dry and his mouth was dry.

"Do you feel your mouth is dry? Come on, drink some hot water, refresh yourself, take a rest and then we'll continue!" Zhang Yunhe said with a smile as he brought a bowl of hot water and poured it into Songdao's mouth.

Songdao was so thirsty that he drank the whole bowl of hot water in a few gulps.

"You are sitting on the electric chair now, so let's try it out. After trying it, let's sit on the tiger bench!" Zhang Yunhe said as he walked outside, took out a generator from his backpack, and connected the wires into the factory.

After starting the generator, Zhang Yunhe returned to the factory, installed the light bulb, and then plugged the electric chair into the socket.

He walked up to Matsushima and asked, "Mr. Matsushima, are you ready? I'm going to start."

Matsushima was really scared. He felt he couldn't hold on any longer after less than a third of the torture was over. Just as he was about to shout "stop", Zhang Yunhe pushed the switch of the electric chair.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle--" An electric current instantly rushed into Matsushima's body, causing him to open his eyes wide and tremble all over.

After only seven or eight seconds, Matsushima defecated and urinated at the same time, and a foul smell of feces and urine emanated.

It was not until Matsushima started rolling his eyes that Zhang Yunhe immediately pulled the switch to cut off the power. Only then did Matsushima stop trembling and rolling his eyes.

Zhang Yunhe smiled and asked, "Mr. Songdao, just tell me how long you want to rest this time. I'll do whatever you want!"

Song Dao was already half dead at this time. He tilted his head and slowly opened his eyes. He looked at Zhang Yunhe with sweat on his forehead and said weakly: "Don't, don't shock me. I will tell you everything. I will tell you everything you want to know."

Zhang Yunhe had a rather regretful expression on his face. "Hey, Mr. Matsushima, I thought you would persevere through all these torture methods, but I didn't expect you to give up after just three!"

"Alright, since you don't want to hold on any longer and want to confess, I won't try to persuade you anymore! So shall we start now?"

"Water, I want to drink water!" said Matsushima.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yunhe turned around and poured another bowl of hot water back to Songdao and made him drink it.

After he finished drinking, Zhang Yunhe brought him another cotton coat to wear and still let him sit on the electric chair.

After lighting a cigarette, Zhang Yunhe handed it to Songdao and put it into his mouth.

After taking two puffs of the cigarette, Matsushima's face showed an unprecedented enjoyment.

Zhang Yunhe brought a table over, placed a recording device on it, turned it on, pressed the record button, and then took out a pen and notebook. He sat down on a chair, looked at Matsushima, and asked, "Tell me, how old are you? Besides being the manager of the Navy Club, what other identities do you have? What's your real name?"

Matsushima took two more puffs of his cigarette and said, "My real name is Matsushima Ichiro, I'm 34 years old. On the surface, I'm the manager of the Navy Club, but that's just a cover. My real identity is the Director of the Imperial Navy Intelligence Department's Shanghai Intelligence Office!"

Zhang Yunhe quickly wrote it down with a pen, and after finishing, he asked, "What's your mission?"

"Collect all political, economic and military intelligence information from various countries in Shanghai, including the army's idiots!" Matsushima replied.

"Who is your immediate supervisor? How often do you contact him and how do you do it?"

Matsushima replied, "Colonel Masao Kurarai is my direct superior. According to regulations, I must report to him on my work status and progress every two weeks. He sends me a telegram at 10 pm on the 1st and 15th of each month. I will reply with a telegram describing the work situation. If I obtain any important or special intelligence, I can contact him by radio at any time to report it!"

"Every contact was made by radio, with me sending a secret message to Kurarai Daisaku to report. The radio frequency was..."

After Zhang Yunhe wrote it down, he asked, "What are the sources of funding for your activities and how is it paid? How much is it each month? Are there any additional bonuses?"

"The Naval Intelligence Department remits the funds to a fixed account at a fixed time each month. I just need to withdraw them when the time comes. Our department's monthly budget is..."

Zhang Yunhe wrote them down one by one and then asked, "Tell me about the organizational structure of your Navy Intelligence Department, the names and genders of the management and heads of each department."

"I only know the orders from the head of headquarters. I don't know the names of the other staff members and department heads. We are not allowed to know each other's existence. They are..."

Zhang Yunhe wrote it down again and asked, "How many intelligence personnel do you have? How many divisions are they divided into? What are their respective functions and responsibilities?"

Matsushima clearly disclosed the names, genders, ages and other information of the intelligence personnel under his control. He had a total of eight intelligence groups under his command, which was consistent with the investigation conducted by the intelligence personnel of the Political Department of the French Concession Police Department by Ma Dazhi.

But it is obvious that Matsushima still has a strong control over his intelligence personnel. He knows their situation very well, and he knows exactly what kind of personalities, characteristics and preferences these people have.

Zhang Yunhe was quite surprised. He didn't expect that Matsushima's willpower and psychological defenses would be so fragile. Before the three torture methods were used, this guy completely collapsed and confessed everything he knew without any reservation.

He guessed that this might be because Songdao lived a life of drunkenness and debauchery every day in the foreign concessions, and this life had completely worn away his will.

After half an hour of interrogation, Matsushima confessed everything he knew.

Zhang Yunhe suddenly asked, "In addition to collecting intelligence, did you sell it for profit?"

Matsushima's face showed horror when he heard this.

Under Zhang Yunhe's fierce gaze, Matsushima could only bite the bullet and confess that he had traded some intelligence to the British, French, Germans, polar bears, and clowns who were the intelligence chiefs here, and he mentioned the names and appearances of these people one by one.

Zhang Yunhe asked, "Aren't you afraid that during the transaction, these people might suddenly kidnap you, get hold of something against you, and control you to use for their own ends?"

Matsushima shook his head and said, "I usually don't show up in person, and these people don't want to do anything dangerous like this. After all, this place is controlled by our empire. They just want to get information. If they can buy it with money, why would they do such a dangerous thing? They are afraid of death too!"