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

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh... Wait, why aren't these Japanese soldiers putting up any resistance?"

The prisoner who had been swinging the bench leg seemed to realize what was happening; he stood up, panting. Zhou Hongyi had already dropped the branding iron and placed his hand on the bare-chested Japanese soldier's nose. "He's definitely not breathing."

"What do you mean? You mean they're dead?"

The bandit Wang Li loosened the chains, and the two Japanese soldiers slowly slid down and lay on the ground.

At that moment, they looked around. In the warm, cozy guards' break room, furnished with iced drinks, lay a dozen or so Japanese soldiers sprawled haphazardly. But now they were as if they were all drunk and asleep, not one of them open their eyes, completely unconscious, all dead!

After checking their breathing and pulse one by one, Zhou Hongyi said with a grim expression, "They are all dead. They died before we came in, and they died of poisoning."

"What? They died from poisoning? Who did it? Who could poison so many Japanese soldiers silently in the heavily guarded high-security prison ward of Takamori Prison? This... this can't be described with ordinary words; it's truly uncanny."

Things seemed to be unfolding beyond everyone's expectations. However, at that moment, a sudden sense of alarm flashed through Zhou Hongyi's mind. He dropped the branding iron and shouted, "Oh no! Get out of here! It's a trap!"

Just as they were about to run out of the rest room, they heard a series of orderly footsteps. Outside the door, a whole squad of Japanese soldiers seemed to have been waiting there, raising their rifles and aiming them at them. Now, they had no way to explain themselves.

"How dare you three poison a prison guard and attempt to escape! You're definitely up to something. Men, take them downstairs!"

A stern-faced Japanese officer surveyed the scene before him, and Zhou Hongyi caught the implication in his words: Take them down there. What was down there? Could it be the true destination of his mission—the secret laboratory built beneath the prison?

Zhou Hongyi's guess was quickly confirmed. As they were being dazed and confused by the Japanese soldiers' rifle butts hitting their heads, they were dragged as if into hell. Beyond a long, spiraling staircase, a completely different world appeared. There were not only many laboratory personnel in protective suits and strange masks, but also two corpses, seemingly those of serious criminals, piled haphazardly in a corner. Various colored liquids bubbled and bubbled, and a pungent, strange odor seeped into their skulls.

Finally, they arrived.

This is it, this is it! Taira no Kotaro's secret laboratory, built underground in the Great Prison, is a biological weapons research facility where prisoners are used for experiments.

"Sir, these are the new leads we sent in. They poisoned a prison guard and are trying to escape; they're all doomed."

Zhou Hongyi squinted, a drop of blood on his forehead blurring his vision, but he could see clearly. A man in protective gear stopped in front of him, lifted his head to look him up and down, and chuckled, "So it's Boss Zhou. I didn't expect to run into you here. Thanks to you before, I enjoyed the sauna at the Paramount. Today, since you're a guest, let you try our sauna too."

Zhou Hongyi recognized the voice; it was indeed Taira no Kotaro. Yes, this was the place—the legendary map of the Japanese troop deployment was hidden on this level.

Soon, Zhou Hongyi and two others were tied to a metal lab table. His limbs and neck were bound with thick, sturdy leather straps, but his mouth was not gagged. Half of Zhou Hongyi's cheek was stained with blood. Looking at the Japanese soldier standing next to him wearing a strange mask, he suddenly revealed a sinister smile.

"Hehehe, finally found this place... Mr. Pingzhen, there is something I would like to ask you. Please tell me the truth, considering that I am a dying man, otherwise even if I become a ghost, I will haunt you day and night."

Hirasada Shotaro paused for a moment and asked, "What do you want to know?"

"I want to know, where exactly are the military deployment maps of the Japanese army in Northeast, North, and Central China located?"

"Hmm?" Taira no Kotaro paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Interesting, interesting, truly interesting. Boss Zhou, I didn't expect you to be concerned about such matters even on your deathbed. Although I don't know where you got your information, it's true, it's on me, yes, on me. But knowing this now won't help. Let me give you an injection first, and you can enjoy the rest of your life."

Hirai Kotaro took out a syringe, the contents of which were unknown. He pushed it out, and the liquid dripped down, landing on the back of Zhou Hongyi's hand, feeling cool and refreshing.

Suddenly, at that moment, Zhou Hongyi, who had been listless and dispirited, exerted force with his head and hands, and the leather belts on both sides snapped with a "crack". He then lifted his legs forcefully, making two more "crack" sounds.

It all happened so suddenly. No one could have imagined that Zhou Hongyi, a wounded and dying prisoner, would possess such explosive power, even tearing his belt in half. Zhou Hongyi had been gathering his strength for this moment. Taking advantage of the moment when those around him were stunned, he snatched the syringe from Hirazata Kotaro's hand and plunged it into the neck of a Japanese soldier opposite him, causing the man to scream in terror. He then struck another Japanese soldier's throat with his right knuckles; with a "crack," his throat shattered, and the man clutched his neck, collapsing to the ground in agony. Unable to breathe, he quickly met his demise at the hands of Amaterasu, the so-called goddess of the sea.

Seeing the situation was bad, the other two researchers turned to run. Zhou Hongyi grabbed a small scalpel from the table and casually flung it, hitting both of them squarely in the back. Now, only he and Hirai Satoshi Taro remained standing in the dissection lab.

"How did you do that? What are you trying to do? Let me tell you, you can't get out of here. This place is heavily guarded, like a net that can't be cast. Not even a mouse or a fly can leave, let alone a person!"

Zhou Hongyi stretched his limbs and neck, and smiled broadly. He first removed the mask from Taira no Kotaro's head, then grabbed him by the neck with one hand, lifted him up, and said fiercely, "I only want the military deployment map, the rest is none of your business."

"You're dreaming... um... you'll never get it!"

"Really?" Zhou Hongyi snapped off Hirasada Kotaro's little finger without thinking. The latter tried to shout, but his neck was gripped, and he couldn't make a sound, his face turning bright red.

"Do you remember now? Not yet?"

"Click!" Another sound, this time from the index finger.

With several sharp cracking sounds, all five fingers on Hirai Teitaro's right hand were broken. He was in so much pain that he was covered in sweat and nearly fainted.

But Zhou Hongyi wouldn't let him faint. He pulled off the needle from the man who had just been killed by the syringe and inserted it into an acupoint on the top of Hirata Kotaro's head, instantly restoring his consciousness.

“You must receive every bit of pain without missing a single detail, Taira no Kotaro. I don’t know how many people you have tortured, but now that you’re in my hands, you’d better confess quickly, or I won’t have time to use all my methods on you.”

"You...you devil...Zhou Hongyi, I should have guessed long ago that you were the Four-Faced Buddha, you were that...Four-Faced..."

Before Taira no Kotaro could finish speaking, Zhou Hongyi began to break off all five fingers on his left hand, one by one, until all five were broken.

The ten fingers of Taira no Kotaro are all bent backward at a strange angle. Just seeing it makes one's anus tighten, let alone the person who is suffering from it.