Espionage: I became sworn brothers with Zheng Yaoxian at the beginning, and became the Seventh Broth

Chapter Fifteen: Yama Tests His Skills for the First Time; Hell Has No Blade.

No. 53 Chicken and Goose Lane, Interrogation Room of the Special Operations Section.

In the dim light, a dark cross stood upright, and to the left of the cross, a charcoal brazier burned, with three dark branding irons stuck in it.

Below the charcoal brazier was a bucket of salt water, with a gourd ladle hanging above it.

Ancient instruments of torture hang on the wall.

Poisonous dragon whip, alligator scissors, boning knife, coarse hemp paper...

There are a dozen or so scattered ones.

This wasn't the first time Ye Shaohong had stepped into this room; this time, however, he had switched roles, transforming from the prisoner into the interrogator.

Even so, when he stepped into the dark and damp interrogation room again, he couldn't help but frown.

He was clearly recalling that excruciatingly painful experience.

He just didn't show any of this.

Following Zhao Jianzhi into the interrogation room, Ye Shaohong glanced around and immediately picked up the Poison Dragon Whip from the wall.

He held it in his hand and examined it closely, then shook his head in dissatisfaction.

He saw it.

This is just ordinary cowhide wrapped with rattan.

It is still considered an ancient and traditional instrument of torture.

To be honest, such a thing doesn't pose much of a threat to prisoners.

But this is normal.

Because this is just an appetizer in the interrogation room.

There's really no need to make it too elaborate or brutal. "Deputy Captain Zhao, let's begin!"

"Okay!"

Ever since entering the interrogation room, Zhao Jianzhi had been observing and scrutinizing Ye Shaohong, a cruel smile constantly playing on his lips.

Upon hearing Ye Shaohong's words, Zhao Jianzhi raised his arm, and two field agents from the Operations Department dragged in a young man covered in blood and tied him directly to the crucifix.

It was none other than the young doctor who had tried to coerce and harm Ye Shaohong with a scalpel in the director's office of St. Mary's Church Hospital.

He had already woken up.

Even when he was bound to the cross, he remained completely calm.

He never defended himself from beginning to end.

He didn't utter a single curse. "Ye Shaohong, do you need me to set an example for you?"

"Need not!"

Ye Shaohong was not skilled in torture to extract confessions, but as someone who had personally experienced it, he was still somewhat familiar with the old-fashioned torture methods used by the Special Service Department.

In addition, there are scenes seen in later TV dramas.

Now, applying what I've learned is easy and natural.

Seeing the two field staff members tying up the young doctor, Ye Shaohong waved them away.

He slowly walked up to the young doctor, holding the poisonous dragon whip in his hand.

"interesting!"

"You're not struggling, you're not resisting, you're preparing to fight to the bitter end!"

"In that case, we don't need to do any foreplay."

"I'll just give you a full-on treatment." As he spoke, Ye Shaohong had already pulled off the man's shirt. His gaze swept over the young doctor and landed on his right shoulder.

There were thick calluses there.

Judging from its appearance, it is clear that it was left by years of using a long spear.

This is vivid proof.

Although it cannot be definitively confirmed that this person is a spy, given what happened inside the St. Mary's Church Hospital, it is quite plausible.

"Heavy colors?"

"Ye Shaohong, what trick are you trying to pull now? Let me tell you, this person has a special identity and his intelligence is extremely valuable. Don't kill him, or neither of us will be able to explain ourselves!"

Zhao Jianzhi was petty and had been tricked by Ye Shaohong several times in the hospital. Although he had learned his lesson and dared not mock Ye Shaohong in front of him again, he still pressed on relentlessly when he had the chance.

"cut!"

"Are you now telling me he has a special identity and we should spare his life?"

"When you hit someone at the hospital this afternoon, you didn't seem to have any reservations!"

Ye Shaohong muttered to himself, but on the surface he smiled nonchalantly. Holding the Poison Dragon Whip, he turned around and looked at Zhao Jianzhi.

“Deputy Captain Zhao, if I remember correctly, you lost the bet at the hospital just now.”

"Then what should you call me?"

Zhao Jianzhi's expression froze, as if someone had struck an acupoint, and he immediately stood there dumbfounded.

"this……."

"Can't bring yourself to say it?" "Then how about I give you another chance?"

"How about we make another bet?"

"You lost this time. You don't need to add any more stakes. Just call me Master Ye obediently."

Don't be fooled by Ye Shaohong's seemingly calm words; they actually carried a great deal of hidden power.

He's rubbing salt into Zhao Jianzhi's wounds.

What's even more ingenious is that these few simple words completely blocked Zhao Jianzhi's escape route, leaving him with no choice but to accept it, even if he was unwilling.

no way.

Who can blame him for being a tough, true man?

He may be a bit simple-minded and foolish, but his unrestrained and bold spirit still remains.

What I can't stand the most is being provoked.

"Okay, tell me!"

"If you win this time, from now on, unless it's a formal occasion, I'll call you Master Ye!"

After only a brief moment of consideration, Zhao Jianzhi once again fell into the trap set by Ye Shaohong.

It's the kind of willingness that comes with it.

"Then let's bet on whether I can get him to confess."

Ye Shaohong nodded with a smile and said softly.

"Make him confess?"

Zhao Jianzhi frowned, unconsciously recalling what had happened at St. Mary's Church Hospital and the young doctor's desperate struggle.

He figured that since this guy dared to disregard life and death, he must be a tough nut to crack.

Even if he personally takes charge, he probably won't be able to win in a short time.

Now it's been replaced by a newcomer, Ye Shaohong.

That makes it even more difficult. "No problem, but I need to add a time limit. How about midnight tonight?"

"If you can get him to confess before then, I'll gladly admit defeat!"

Their conversation was never kept secret from the young doctor on the torture rack, and their nonchalant attitude only fueled the young doctor's hatred.

But he couldn't refute it.

Because if you refute it, it's tantamount to admitting he's a spy.

Wouldn't Ye Shaohong laugh his head off?

So he could only grit his teeth and stare intently at the young man holding the whip in front of him, his eyes like knives.

He made a firm decision: no matter what methods Ye Shaohong used today, he wouldn't dare utter a sound.

"Fine." "Considering you're a senior, I'll back down and give in to you."

Ye Shaohong found it amusing, but on the surface he still put on a magnanimous appearance. Then he reached into his pocket and took out a bundle of medical gauze.

Amidst the puzzled expressions of Zhao Jianzhi and the Japanese spy, he began to wrap the medical gauze tightly around the eyes of the Japanese spy on the torture rack, layer upon layer.

After doing all this, Ye Shaohong turned to look at Zhao Jianzhi.

"Deputy Captain Zhao must be wondering why I blindfolded you, right?"

"the reason is simple."

"These are my methods of torture!"

"Don't worry, I'll explain the reasons to you. How about we torture him while we explain?"