Espionage: You're tasked with spying, but you'll blow up the Special Higher Police?

Before long, all the Japanese soldiers in the execution chamber left and went to the prison guards' rest room, where they found some drinks that had been chilled in the snow and enjoyed them immensely.

Zhou Hongyi suddenly opened his eyes, exerted a little force with his arms, flipped his body upwards, clamped his feet between the iron chains, and somehow managed to break free from the chains binding him by twisting his wrists. However, his wrists were now at a strange angle.

"Damn it, I'll remember this." Zhou Hongyi cursed under his breath, the metal shackles dripping to the ground. With a sudden burst of strength, he put his dislocated joint back into place.

Just now, a system notification sounded in his mind: check-in at the mysterious prison was complete. This time, Zhou Hongyi fully activated the strongest agent template. All his skills changed from triggered to passive, with no cooldown time or side effects, and were completely integrated into his body.

After breaking free from the chains, he glanced at Zhu Qingfeng beside him, smiled slightly, and punched the guy hard in the stomach before walking over to the other three unconscious men and lifting their hair to check their appearance.

"No, no, none of them..." None of these three people looked like the ones Zhou Hongyi remembered; they were all strangers.

"Hey, wake up, can you hear me? Wake up. What are you doing here? Why were you captured by the Japanese?"

Zhou Hongyi slapped each of the three men on the cheek, waking only one of them; the other two remained unconscious. He then found a gourd ladle used by the Japanese soldiers to scoop water, scooped up some cold water, and splashed it on each of the two men's faces.

"Wow!"

One of them seemed to have been stressed and suddenly woke up, trembling all over.

"I don't know, I don't know anything! You've arrested the wrong person! You've arrested the wrong person!"

He was startled for a moment, but when he realized that there were no Japanese soldiers around and only a prisoner who was in a similar state of disarray as him, he slowly calmed down.

"Who...who are you? Why aren't you tied up?"

Zhou Hongyi grinned, his mouth smeared with blood, and said, "I just broke free myself; they weren't tied tight enough. How about it? Should I let you down too, and we can figure out how to escape from here?"

The man instinctively shook his head, saying, "No, no, I don't want to escape. They've arrested the wrong person. I didn't do anything. If I escape, it will only confirm their false accusations against me. I can't leave. They'll find out the truth, as for..."

"What is it that has nothing to do with you?" Zhou Hongyi pressed.

"It has nothing to do with me, nothing to do with me, and nothing to do with you. Don't ask anymore, or you'll lose your life, you'll lose your life!"

Seeing that the man was acting erratically and he couldn't get any information out of him, Zhou Hongyi turned to the other two and asked, "What about you two? Do you want to come with me and figure out a way to escape?"

The other two exchanged a glance. The former spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and said, "I'm not going out. But put me down. I'm going to kill a few Japanese devils to have some fun. Anyway, my parents, wife, and children all died at the hands of these little devils. I'll kill as many as I can and I won't run away."

Although the Eye of Insight, after its evolution and fusion, no longer displays the target's keywords, Zhou Hongyi's eyes are like a high-precision instrument, capable of infinitely magnifying and taking in all of the target's emotional changes, pupil contractions, and subtle expressions.

He could tell the man was telling the truth; he hated the Japanese to the core. And judging from his tone, the man had either been involved in a gang, a butcher, or a robber.

“Tell me your name and what you do, and I’ll put you down here and go kill the Japanese devils with you.”

Without hesitation, the man immediately said, "My name is Wang Li. I used to be a bandit. I admit I'm not a good person either, but the most exciting thing in my life was killing Japanese devils. I only regret that I didn't kill more. Brother, please put me down. If I can kill even one more, I will remember your kindness and repay you in my next life as a cow or a horse."

Zhou Hongyi waved his hand and said, "I'll forgive you for being a slave, but your words are actually helping me vent my anger. Come on, bear with the pain."

Before the man named Wang Li could figure out why he was being told to endure the pain, he felt his wrist snap off with a "crack." After it was disconnected, the man forcibly pulled his hand out of the iron shackles, and before he could even scream, he snapped his hand back into place with another "crack."

Even the resolute bandit Wang Li couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, it hurts like hell!"

After setting the man down, Zhou Hongyi turned to the man beside him and said, "How about it, brother? Why don't you come down and kill a few Japanese devils too?"

The man didn't speak, he just nodded. Zhou Hongyi followed suit, tearing his wrist off the shackles and then putting them back on.

The man bit his lip until it bled from the pain, but he didn't utter a sound. Zhou Hongyi looked into his eyes and smiled meaningfully, "Not bad, you have self-control. Do you want to kill a few more Japanese soldiers, or do you want to escape from here?"

The man appeared relatively calm. He stretched his arms, thanked Zhou Hongyi, and then said, "This isn't how you run. There are still quite a few people in the serious offender ward. If we want to escape, we can create chaos and release everyone. That would greatly increase our chances of survival."

Zhou Hongyi laughed and said, "That's a good idea. But the key is with those Japanese soldiers."

"Then kill them and steal the keys."

Zhou Hongyi looked at the man and smiled slightly, "I agree with this proposal."

"Damn it, I agree!"

Wang Li, a former bandit, gripped the iron chain tightly, seemingly intending to use it as a weapon. Zhou Hongyi, on the other hand, pulled a branding iron from the brazier. The man who had given the idea picked up a stool leg. The three of them quietly made their way to the prison guards' break room, leaving the unconscious Zhu Qingfeng behind.

"Crackling and popping," the charcoal brazier occasionally emitted a popping sound like popping beans, and the flickering flames cast shadows on the wall, constantly changing shapes, like ghosts from the deepest part of a nightmare.

Zhou Hongyi and his two companions walked cautiously forward, hugging the wall. What puzzled them was where all the prison guards from the serious offender ward had gone. They had been so engrossed in their interrogations just moments before, and now they were all gone.

A short while later, they finally reached the guards' break room. Zhou Hongyi made a shushing gesture, approached the doorknob, and turned it with extreme caution and patience. The smell of alcohol wafted from inside, but there was no sound. Were these guys all drunk and asleep?

He extended three fingers, then retracted them one by one, gesturing to the two men behind him. Once the three fingers were fully retracted, he shoved the door open, rushed in first, and brandished the branding iron at them.

"Sizzle, sizzle," the branding iron in his hand accurately struck the face of the Japanese soldier who had just executed him, and Zhou Hongyi also grabbed the man's hair with his left hand to prevent him from breaking free.

But something puzzling happened: even with the branding iron on his face, the Japanese soldier did not struggle at all.

At the same time, two other prisoners rushed in. One of them wrapped iron chains around the necks of two Japanese soldiers and tightened them with all his might; the other prisoner used a bench leg to smash the head of a Japanese soldier in the corner until blood spurted out before finally stopping.