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

Chapter 173 A Scheme Within a Scheme

Jiang Hongwei panicked.

He never imagined that Ye Shaohong would set up such a vicious scheme for him.

Is it the 24th of the Thirty-Six Stratagems in Sun Tzu's Art of War, "Borrowing a Path to Conquer Guo"?

Or is it a case of feinting east while attacking west, with Xiang Zhuang's sword dance aimed at Liu Bang?

Although Jiang Hongwei had been infiltrating China for a long time and had studied some Chinese classics, he was not a scholar specializing in them; he was merely an undercover agent for the Special Higher Police.

A cursory study can only provide a general understanding of its meaning, far from being able to imprint it in the blood and soul like the Chinese people do.

So by the time he realized what was happening, it was too late. Ye Shaohong's plan had succeeded, and he had gotten what he wanted. Now, the true intentions would be revealed.

Jiang Hongwei was able to predict in advance what fate awaited him.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they were doomed to die.

He wanted to struggle, to fight for his life, but Ye Shaohong didn't give him that chance at all.

After watching him being tied to the rack, Ye Shaohong sat down, and this action was tantamount to giving the field agents a clear signal.

The field agent swung the poison dragon whip, striking Jiang Hongwei directly in the chest.

With one lash, blood splattered everywhere.

A series of piercing wails and screams echoed through the small, dimly lit interrogation room.

And this was just the beginning. Ye Shaohong's orders were clear: to teach this audacious scoundrel a bloody lesson. At the same time, Ye Shaohong's fearsome reputation as Ye Yanluo also made the two field agents dare not be negligent.

The first lash had barely struck when the second followed.

By sheer coincidence, the whip sheath struck Jiang Hongwei right on the corner of his mouth.

The flesh and blood of the lips are the softest flesh and blood on the human body, and there are also many nerve endings around them.

Jiang Hongwei immediately screamed in agony.

His eyes filled with a bloodshot red, and his body began to tremble violently.

"Don't worry."

“This is just the beginning.”

"These two field agents are veterans of the Special Service. They have extensive experience in interrogation and are skilled in using various torture instruments. They will definitely satisfy you." Ye Shaohong casually picked up an enamel mug, gently blew on the surface of the tea to move the floating tea stems to the edge of the mug, and then took a small sip.

It was as if the bloody scene and the agonizing screams before his eyes had not affected his state of mind.

Although Jiang Hongwei knew he had been tricked, he still refused to confess.

As for Ye Shaohong's claim that his superior had been captured and betrayed him, Jiang Hongwei was even more unwilling to believe it.

Because he knew very well that although his superior was just a weak woman in her early twenties, she was deeply brainwashed by imperial ideology and was a fanatic.

Someone like her might be captured alive, but she would never confess.

Actually, Jiang Hongwei's idea is not wrong.

Ye Shaohong had interrogated Dongfang Hui twice and had essentially given up; he had even considered killing her. However, he had one stubborn subordinate, Zhuang Yifan.

Zhuang Yifan still wanted to show off in front of Ye Shaohong.

They even made a pledge.

When a fanatic meets a stubborn person, there's only one outcome: it's a matter of who can outlast whom.

In the end, Dongfang Hui lost.

She lost completely, so naturally she wouldn't hide anything from Zhuang Yifan anymore.

"damn thing."

"At a time like this, they still dare to have any hope."

"Since you're still unwilling to speak, then I'll give you something even more powerful."

Ye Shaohong waved his hand. Since the Special Service Department was reorganized into the Investigation and Statistics Bureau, and his military rank and position were also promoted, Ye Shaohong had not personally presided over interrogation work for some time. But this did not mean that Ye Shaohong's heart had softened.

On the contrary, the higher he stood and the more he saw, the harder Ye Shaohong's heart became.

He also became more insightful about people's hearts.

With just a brief glance, Ye Shaohong had already discerned Jiang Hongwei's changing thoughts. He put down the enamel teacup he was holding and glanced sideways at the two field agents who were currently administering torture.

The two men immediately understood what was going on and grinned maliciously.

"Brother, let's get straight to the point."

"Which should we use: the tiger bench? Bamboo skewers? Or an iron fence?"

The two chatted and laughed, and one of them turned around and picked up a small bundle of finely polished fresh bamboo needles from the table next to him.

The other person picked up a hammer. The two worked in perfect coordination. One person held Jiang Hongwei's wrist firmly with his hand, while aiming the bamboo needle at the gap between Jiang Hongwei's fingernails. The other person swung the hammer forcefully and slammed it down, hitting the end of the bamboo needle.

With a muffled "plop," it was clear that Jiang Hongwei's facial muscles twitched violently.

He looked up and let out a piercing scream.

Those eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.

As for the hand that was being tortured, if it hadn't been held down so firmly, it would probably have been clenched up like a chicken claw long ago.

"Say or not?"

"If you don't tell us, we'll move on to the next one."

The two field agents who were carrying out the punishment were very experienced. After the hammer fell, they did not immediately begin their operation, but instead looked up at Jiang Hongwei.

They gave him a moment to catch his breath. They feared that continuous torture would cause Jiang Hongwei's heart to race rapidly in a short period, ultimately leading to his death on the torture rack.

"I'm innocent! I've been wronged!"

"I am really not Japanese, you have mistaken me for someone else."

"Team Leader Ye, please, please spare me. I have money; I can pay to save my life."

“I have more than two thousand US dollars, more than one thousand pounds, and more than twenty yellow croakers of various sizes at home. I can give them all to you as a tribute. Team Leader Ye, please spare my life.”

Jiang Hongwei is truly stubborn; seeing that denying it to the death is ineffective, he devised another plan.

Perhaps he had already heard that those ruthless thugs in the secret service were all greedy for money, so he wanted to take out his money and try to get it done for him.

Upon hearing his words, the two field agents who were about to continue the execution immediately stopped what they were doing.

It is clearly visible that the two people are swallowing.

If Ye Shaohong hadn't happened to be there, and if his reputation for being ruthless hadn't been so fierce, these two low-level field agents might have actually gone easy on Jiang Hongwei.

To make things a little easier for Jiang Hongwei.

"Humph!"

"You're truly incorrigible. You've already been arrested and taken to our Bureau of Investigation and Statistics. Do you still think that money is yours?"

"Once we can get you to talk and find out your true identity, all the valuables you've hidden will naturally belong to my Bureau of Statistics. Why should I be in a hurry?"

"Continue to torture him! I want to get his confession today!"