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

Chapter 572 Devouring by Ten Thousand Insects

The Secret Service personnel were quite efficient.

When Chi Tiecheng emerged from the storage room, muttering to himself, Wu Shuo, the suspected spy and deputy head of the interrogation department, had already been tied to a tree trunk next to the flower bed with ropes.

A stern-faced field operative was using a small brush to apply thick honey to Wu Shuo's chest.

Wu Shuo was not a stupid person.

Even on the way here, when he was dragged here by force, he had already roughly guessed what kind of torture Yan Shuangying was talking about.

Out of fear of the unknown, Wu Shuo's face turned pale instantly.

His body began to tremble slightly.

That was a sign of fear. Even so, Wu Shuo still didn't confess; he just struggled and resisted while cursing and shouting wildly.

He also hoped to use this to change Ye Shaohong's mind and escape his impending tragic fate.

But he was destined to be disappointed.

Who is Ye Shaohong? He is the infamous Ye Yanluo of the Special Service. More than three hundred Japanese spies, traitors, and collaborators have been killed by him.

Could he be fooled by Wu Shuo's little tricks?

Seeing that everything was ready, Ye Shaohong waved his hand, and everyone withdrew from the flower bed and left.

On the training ground, some quick-witted individuals, seeing their superiors exposed to the scorching sun, hurriedly called upon their comrades to fetch tables, chairs, tea, and teacups from their dormitories.

Some people even brought out sun umbrellas.

A few minutes later, Ye Shaohong and Yan Shuangying had already sat down.

As they ate pastries and drank tea, they gazed into the distance at the figure tied to a tree, surrounded by honey, butterflies, flies, and other insects under the blazing sun. A smile appeared on both of their faces at the same time.

"How long do you think he can hold out?"

Yan Shuangying held a Southern water chestnut cake in one hand, savoring it as he casually asked a question.

"do not know."

"This is the first time I've tried such a novel interrogation method. Without any precedent to corroborate, it's impossible to make an accurate judgment."

"but……."

Ye Shaohong paused, picked up a teacup from the table, and took a small sip.

After nodding, Ye Shaohong crossed his legs again. "But what?"

Yan Shuangying paused in his movements and asked, puzzled.

"But I think it will only last half an hour at most. He should be able to withstand the bites from these butterflies and bees."

"But it won't be long before the aroma of the honey attracts ants from the surrounding area."

"When the ant army climbed onto his body and the unbearable biting and gnawing sensation came over him, it was something that most people could not endure."

Ye Shaohong tilted his head and made his own judgment through speculation and deduction.

"Hey, you're quite thoughtful."

"If you hadn't said it, they probably wouldn't have thought of it."

Yan Shuangying nodded, acknowledging Ye Shaohong's answer. At the same time, he squinted and glanced at the special operations team members around him, a hint of sigh in his expression.

Let's wait and see.

Ye Shaohong couldn't give a direct answer to Yan Shuangying's question, so he gave a vague reply.

Time is slipping away quietly.

Ten minutes passed quickly. Wu Shuo, who was tied to the tree with ropes, was initially able to remain calm in the face of this novel punishment.

Gradually, the situation changed dramatically.

Bees and butterflies collecting nectar is in their nature. Faced with the sweet temptation of honey, bees and butterflies soon landed on Wu Shuo.

At first, there were only a few scattered ones.

They couldn't cause Wu Shuo much harm, but they could put some psychological pressure on him.

Gradually, things changed. The aroma of honey spread, attracting bees and butterflies with special sensory abilities.

Ten, a hundred, in just a few minutes, they gathered into a thick mass around Wu Shuo.

The buzzing of bees flapping their wings gradually became the only sound.

This time, Wu Shuo was truly scared.

"let me go!"

"Let me go! Did you hear me? I am the deputy head of the interrogation section of the Special Service Department. You can't treat me like this."

"I want to see the Chief of Staff. I want him to give me justice!"

Wu Shuo was scared.

His heart trembled, and his body shook uncontrollably. He struggled and howled like a madman. But his shouts had no effect whatsoever.

Bees, butterflies, flies, and other flying insects—these little creatures of nature—don't care what his identity is.

All they cared about was the honey that had been brushed onto Wu Shuo's chest, neck, and cheeks.

And that sweet taste.

As more and more of these little creatures of nature—bees, butterflies, flies, and flying insects—gathered, the number of them landing on Wu Shuo also gradually increased.

It quickly covered Wu Shuo's cheeks with smears.

When tiny insects' antennae are embedded in a person's skin and flesh, densely packed together, the feeling is simply indescribable.

Wu Shuo began to struggle.

He tried to shake off the insects that landed on him this way, but it didn't work at all.

As time passed, under the scorching sun, sweat mixed with honey dripped from Wu Shuo's body onto the ground.

An army of ants appeared.

They moved their little legs and began to climb up the tree trunk along Wu Shuo's legs.

The biting power of ants is far greater than that of bees, butterflies, and flies. When dozens or even hundreds of ants climbed onto Wu Shuo's body, Wu Shuo's eyes widened in surprise.

Crimson blood vessels appeared in the whites of his eyes.

"asshole!"

"You bastards, let me go!"

"Let me go..."

His frantic shouts from a moment ago have gradually turned into sobs, and it's clear that Wu Shuo's psychological defenses are crumbling.

He was already showing signs of not being able to handle it.

"It's almost time."

"Wu Shuo, will you confess or not? If you're still unwilling to confess, then I'll have to add something more to your story."

"The torment you will suffer then will be a thousand times, ten thousand times greater than it is now!"

Ye Shaohong stood up, his face ashen, his eyes narrowed like knives, and despite it being the height of summer, he still exuded a chilling aura.

"I admit it!"

"I'll confess, okay? Just get rid of these things right now!"

"Get out of here! I'm going crazy!"

As Wu Shuo struggled, he shouted urgently. Now he finally understood the meaning of the three words "Ye Yanluo".

I finally realized just how ruthless Ye Shaohong was.

What locust-licking samurai, what imperial warriors, that's all bullshit.

Let them all go to hell.

All Wu Shuo wants now is to live well and escape from this hellish torment as soon as possible.

He confessed!