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

Chapter 547 The Violent and Mad Ye Shaohong

When Ye Shaohong lost his temper, the aura he exuded was unimaginable.

Ye Yanluo's reputation was enough to intimidate others.

He immediately made the warden of the underground prison submit to his will, and promptly arranged for men to bring Yang Zhi and the two Japanese spies over.

They were escorted into the interrogation room where Ye Shaohong was located.

"Why are there only three people?"

"I remember there were quite a few of them when the gunfight broke out."

"You're not hiding something from me, are you?"

Seeing Yang Zhi and the other two being pushed and stumbled into the room, Ye Shaohong raised an eyebrow and his face darkened.

"what?"

"Section Chief Ye, you're wronging me."

"When Captain Zhao Jianzhi escorted the prisoner in, there were only these three people."

"Oh, right, there's another injured person who was reportedly injured in the lungs by shrapnel from a grenade and is currently receiving treatment in the hospital."

When this matter was brought up, Ye Shaohong also remembered it.

Yesterday, while rescuing Yu Manli, he took a melon-shaped hand grenade, made in Japan, from the body of a field agent who died at the street corner.

As Yang Zhi and his men were preparing to flee, Ye Shaohong, feeling resentful, detonated the melon grenade and threw it away.

It seems someone was hit by the explosion.

He did indeed hear the pitiful cries and screams of the Japanese devils. However, Ye Shaohong was completely focused on Yu Manli at the time, so he didn't pay much attention.

Looking back now, it really is possible.

"That's it."

"Then I wronged you. Alright, there's nothing for you here, you can go now."

Having learned the truth, Ye Shaohong lost interest in chatting with the man. He casually waved his hand and turned to look at the interrogation staff in the interrogation room.

"Let's just start the torture."

"Skip those meaningless procedures and just torture them directly."

Ye Shaohong came here for revenge. Although he was also concerned about the major leak case of the General Staff, in the end, it was still to vent his personal anger.

With this in mind, his operating technique underwent subtle changes. "Alright."

"Please take care, Section Chief Ye."

Ye Yanluo's reputation was so great that, if not everyone in the Special Service Department knew it, then they were pretty much on the same level.

His ruthlessness was enough to make his colleagues in the Secret Service wary.

Although these interrogation staff members felt deep down that Ye Shaohong's approach was wrong and did not conform to the normal interrogation procedure, they dared not voice their opposition.

On the contrary, they should be docile and obedient.

And so, under Ye Shaohong’s personal watchful eye, Yang Zhi and the two Japanese soldiers who came to pick him up were successively bound and put on the torture rack.

The interrogation team members, having received instructions from Ye Shaohong, truly demonstrated their abilities.

The first form of torture they inflicted on Yang Zhi was bamboo skewers. These skewers, about twenty centimeters long and simply whittled with a knife, were driven through his fingernails and into his flesh, causing excruciating pain that was unimaginable to others.

Yang Zhi immediately began to struggle and scream wildly.

He trembled all over, trying to break free from the rack, but the leather ropes binding his hands and feet, especially human flesh and blood, could be easily broken.

In just a short moment, all ten bamboo skewers were pierced into Yang Zhi's ten fingers.

Because of the pain, Yang Zhi's mouth was torn apart as he roared.

Blood, saliva, snot, and tears mingled together, sliding down the corners of his mouth. Combined with his grotesque and distorted face, it was as terrifying as could be.

But for Ye Shaohong, all of this did not evoke any sense of horror; on the contrary, he watched with great interest.

His lips curled slightly, his eyes narrowed, and he coldly watched Yang Zhi on the torture rack.

A surging killing intent also spread and boiled wildly deep in his heart.

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

"He's not begging for mercy, so it seems he doesn't intend to confess."

"Very well, since that's the case, then keep giving him the tools, don't stop, and don't give him a chance to catch his breath."

Ye Shaohong groaned coldly. If it weren't for his status, and if he weren't worried about incurring Dai Yunong's wrath if the matter got out, he would have personally taken action and skinned this damned Japanese devil alive.

But that’s okay.

He may not be able to do it himself, but he can still direct others to act, and this is the best example of that.

Upon hearing Ye Shaohong's instructions, the interrogation officers did not dare to delay. After exchanging a brief glance, one of them immediately turned around and took out a red-hot iron from the charcoal brazier beside him.

He pressed it directly onto Yang Zhi's chest.

A piercing scream rang out again.

Because of the intense pain, Yang Zhi roared and continued to bang his head against the wooden frame behind him.

He wanted to alleviate his pain, or perhaps he wanted to end his own life and completely escape this misfortune that haunted him.

But could the Secret Service personnel not have thought of this obvious loophole?

Above that wooden frame, where prisoners could take their own lives, was a thick layer of sheepskin.

Yang Zhi's struggles not only failed to alleviate his pain, but also, due to the excessive force of his movements and the instinctive exertion of his fingers, aggravated the bamboo skewers that were piercing his flesh.

The continuous, excruciating pain nearly caused the Japanese spy to faint. "Whoa."

"You're quite something, aren't you? You've endured all this, but you still don't want to speak, huh?"

"You still refuse to beg for mercy, huh?"

"Fine, I like your tough little devil, because the tougher you are, the more I can torture you."

Ye Shaohong sat upright in the interrogation seat, his eyes narrowed and a slight smile on his face. As he spoke, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

After exhaling a smoke ring, Ye Shaohong's eyelids suddenly narrowed, and he issued a new order.

"What are you looking at?"

"Keep going, stop with this useless stuff. Where's the hammer? Break his legs first."

"I refuse to believe it. Could he really be loyal to that damn sycophant?" Ye Shaohong's ruthlessness surprised the interrogation officers and exceeded their expectations.

The interrogation staff were stunned into silence.

Surprisingly, they didn't act immediately.

Instead, she turned around and looked at Ye Shaohong with a look of horror and fear on her face.

If the staff of the interrogation department were like this, Yang Zhi and the two Japanese devils were even more terrified. If they could still muster their spirits and retain some will to resist when they were first escorted into the interrogation room, then they were truly afraid when they heard Ye Shaohong's ruthless words.

"Section Chief Ye...are we really going to do this?"

"If they really fight, this person will basically be crippled!"

One of the interrogation officers, fearing responsibility later, suppressed his fear and stepped forward to offer some words of comfort.

"So be it, they're useless now." "Are we supposed to waste food feeding Japanese spies who won't confess?"

"Enough with the nonsense. If you're unwilling to fight, I can do it myself. I'm itching for a good fight and want to see some blood!"