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

Chapter 336 Ruthless Heart and Ruthless Hands

Li Yunlong had wanted to take action for a long time.

He simply didn't dare to make the decision on his own without Ye Shaohong's permission.

Now that Ye Shaohong had spoken, Li Yunlong no longer hesitated and kicked Qian Tao in the back.

Qian Tao staggered, his body swaying, and in a few steps he came to Ye Shaohong's side.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Driven by wickedness, Qian Tao, in his struggle for survival, once again set his sights on Ye Shaohong.

He wanted to capture Ye Shaohong and use the opportunity to escape from the Jiangcheng station of the Special Service Department. But Qian Tao was wrong.

Ye Shaohong looks thin and rarely fights, but his actual combat ability is not bad.

Having transmigrated to this unfamiliar world, Ye Shaohong did not receive any cheat codes or system.

The only benefit he received was his ever-improving physical fitness.

In terms of individual combat ability, Ye Shaohong, while not yet comparable to the burly Zhuang Yifan, is actually about the same.

Qian Tao, a good-for-nothing who sits in an office all year round, actually wanted to ambush Ye Shaohong?

Did he still want to coerce Ye Shaohong?

Are you kidding me?

Qian Tao had just begun to harbor evil intentions when Ye Shaohong noticed.

Ye Shaohong stood still, not retreating an inch, glanced at Qian Tao with disdain, and then struck out with a palm, slapping Qian Tao across the face.

"Snapped!"

With a resounding slap, Qian Tao's short, stocky body spun around and fell to the ground.

He slumped down next to Yamada Hisao.

At this moment, Yamada Hisao had just recovered from that hellish torture and was busy tearing the large rat off his body.

Qian Tao fell to the ground with a thud, and by sheer coincidence, bumped into Yamada Hisao's chest.

That was a good thing.

Yamada Hisao was tearing apart a rat that was biting his genitals when Qian Tao bumped into him. Caught off guard, Qian Tao used too much force and ripped the large rat off.

But a large chunk of flesh was torn off by the rat. Yamada Hisao's eyes immediately turned red.

An even more piercing scream came from his old, leaky mouth.

"Draft?"

Why did you hit me?

"Give me back my testicles..."

The unbearable pain was nothing compared to this injury that Yamada Hisao could endure.

What he couldn't accept was that he had lost his dignity as a man.

The mental torment and pain were far more unbearable than the physical torment.

Yamada Hisao roared and cursed, and to Ye Shaohong's surprise, the old man ignored his pain and lunged at Qian Tao.

He grabbed Qian Tao by the neck.

That frenzied attack completely stunned Qian Tao.

He instinctively reached out to push Yamada Hisao's head and try to pry open Yamada Hisao's eyes, trying to stop this madman.

Yamada Hisao didn't know what he was thinking. Faced with Qian Tao's frantic counterattack, his eyes were red, and he just bit Qian Tao's neck tightly.

After a period of gathering his strength, Yamada Hisao suddenly looked up.

He actually tore a piece of flesh off Qian Tao's neck.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Yamada Hisao opened his mouth and spat out the flesh and blood from Qian Tao's neck that he had torn off, which landed on the ground.

Then he laughed.

He was laughing like a madman.

His lips, teeth, and tongue were stained with blood.

Then he turned around and looked at Ye Shaohong.

His gaze was like that of a wolf.

It seemed as if he was about to leap up again, as if he wanted to attack Ye Shaohong once more.

Ye Shaohong could sit idly by and watch Yamada Hisao go crazy, and see him attack Qian Tao, but that didn't mean he would let Yamada Hisao glare at him.

As July approaches, Ye Shaohong is becoming increasingly irritable.

Sensing the resentful gaze directed at Yamada Hisao, Ye Shaohong raised an eyebrow. He took a few steps forward and stood in front of Yamada Hisao, grabbing his hair and pulling his frail body back to the charcoal fire bucket.

As Yamada Hisao struggled desperately, Ye Shaohong grabbed his head and shoved him back into the charcoal-fired iron barrel. "Staring at me?"

"You fucking dare to glare at me?"

"Haven't I taught you a lesson enough?"

"If you don't want to live, then I'll let you enjoy yourself a little longer."

All the Japanese spies and traitors within the newly formed 7th Army have been arrested and brought to justice. Their radio and codebook for contacting their superiors have also fallen into Ye Shaohong's hands.

Li Yunlong even found their team members' contact list.

Yamada Hisao is no longer of much intelligence value, and whether he is willing to confess or not is of little significance to Ye Shaohong.

Under these circumstances, why would Ye Shaohong tolerate that old bastard Yamada Hisao?

Ye Shaohong hadn't forgotten that this vicious old man had tried to kill him time and time again. This was merely collecting some interest in advance.

"No……."

"don't want……."

"Get those stinking rats away, I'll confess... I'm willing to confess, I'm willing to cooperate..."

"Please let me go."

What Bushido spirit? What militarism?

That's nothing more than an excuse used by the Japanese devils to cover up their fear of power rather than morality.

The East in later generations is clear proof of this.

Two mushroom eggs completely shattered the backbone of the Japanese, turning them from mad butchers into utterly shameless bastards.

No matter how the Americans treated them, they behaved with utmost obedience.

The Americans have already shown the right choice with their actions, and Ye Shaohong can certainly follow suit.

He shattered Yamada Hisao's heart with his ruthlessness and madness.

"You bitch!"

"You little Japanese devils deserve to be taught a lesson."

With a curse, Ye Shaohong grabbed Yamada Hisao's hair and pulled him out of the charcoal-fired iron barrel.

He then realized that in that brief moment, a large rat had bitten Yamada Hisao's nose, tearing off half of it.

The filthy and bloody scene made Ye Shaohong frown secretly.

He threw Yamada Hisao on the ground with utter disgust.

It was thrown next to Qian Tao, who was already lying on the ground, clutching his neck and about to die.

"Tell me, who are the spies you planted in the Sun family?" "Don't hide it, I know far more than you can imagine. If you're unwilling to confess, I can find the answers from other people."

This was the question that Ye Shaohong had in mind.

Before she died, Grandma Sun told Ye Shaohong something.

She said that in the Sun family, she was just a tool.

A pawn that Yamada Hisao pushed to the forefront, a pawn that could be discarded at any time.

Besides her, there was actually a Japanese spy planted in Sun Yihui's home. That person was the mastermind who controlled everything and secretly planned and orchestrated everything.

Ye Shaohong has been unable to find this person.

But he always remembered.

Now it's time to reveal the answer.