In the narrow, dark and damp basement, the small room was illuminated by a miserable gray and yellow light, and a man was bowed on a wrinkled blanket in the corner, his face was pale and puffy, and his dry lips were panting with difficulty, apparently in excruciating pain.

This person is Chen Xu!

Both of his arms were splattered with blood, and just now, Soviet agents pierced his white flesh with sharp steel needles! The bloodstained shirt on his body had already been soaked with sweat, and the sweat containing salt seeped into the flesh and blood of the skin that had been whipped before, which made Chen Xu couldn't help but spasm all over his body, and he couldn't stop humming. There was a foul smell in the air, and there were dried blood stains left and right in the gaps of the blanket. Here, there is constant suffering, bloodshed, and even death!

Chen Xu was locked up here for I don't know how long he had been tortured to extract a confession, he was cut off from the outside world, and he couldn't judge the time at all, maybe only a few days, maybe a few months, sometimes Chen Xu felt that it should have been a year.

At the beginning, the Soviets only used needles, knives, hanging up, and whipping these ** torture methods, but Chen Xu always kept his mouth closed tightly and refused to speak.

The torture soon escalated into a double torture of ** and spirit, dragging him into a fully enclosed square room for strong light, and forcibly depriving him of sleep, even if there was only a trace of sleepiness, he would be immediately poured with a basin of ice water, and the biting chill quickly penetrated into the wound that had just scabbed.

When he got to the back, he put on headphones and hit Chen Xu's spirit over and over again with a screeching noise, in short, in this room full of pain, the Soviets released all the tricks they could use.

It is impossible for a human body to resist this kind of torture, Chen Xu must not only ensure that he survives, but also must keep his will not dissipated. I filtered through my mind and revealed some information related to the Soviet Union at the end of the seventies, in exchange for a brief respite.

He set a bottom line for himself, no matter what, he can't say anything about the intelligence after the 80s, especially the information that endangers China!

The strictest time Chen Xu was locked up in a small black room, surrounded by a dark and silent room, Chen Xu really couldn't bear it anymore, and had to spit out some hard goods.

Wilhelm Heisenberg...... This man is a professor at the University of Jena, and you can get a lot of things if you catch him! Chen Xu slapped the concrete floor and roared.

"Mr. Chen, you should have done this a long time ago." With a "squeak" of the door, the scar man's voice came into the small black room, slapped his back as he spoke, and signaled: "Let him out!" ”

Chen Xu just confessed that the CIA was an extremely important double agent in East Germany, and this person was very well hidden in the Soviet spy network, and it was not until the mid-80s that he was dug up and shot.

Later, Chen Xu brought out a CIA intelligence network in Budapest, and in order to make the Soviets work harder to kill more people, he deliberately said the most obvious leader in this network first, and then said the names of other people on this line in turn, so that the rest of the people could be alert and struggle more before being arrested.

Chen Xu knew that he had to prove the value of his zài, so that the Soviet Union thought that he could get more things from him, and once he lost his use value, the scarface man would not hesitate to kill him.

"Are they all dead?" In the dark, Chen Xu's seemingly lifeless eyes stared at the scar man emptily.

"Hehe, they are all exposed, at the moment their fate is worse than yours, most of them have gone to hell to report." From the smug words of the scar-faced man, he learned that the CIA's sleeper in Budapest had been served in a pot, and Chen Xu had already expected their fate.

Thanks to the fact that when he joined the MIA training in his previous life, because most of the missions he had to participate in involved important secrets, the CIA conducted anti-torture training for him, teaching him how to close his brain in a state of extreme pain, isolate the pain, and preserve his consciousness.

Otherwise, it is the people of his own country who die at this moment, so Chen Xu is really dead and not enough to apologize!

I don't know how many days have passed, and during this period, Chen Xu has confessed some things, and I don't know how bloody the Soviets have set off.

One day, the scar-faced man appeared in the room again, with a baguette on the plate in his left hand and a glass of milk in his right hand: "Mr. Chen, please allow me to express my respect to you, through your testimony, we have cleared out many traitors lurking within us. ”

Chen Xu is actually squatting in the corner of the wall with his whole body **** at the moment, and there is no restraint on his body, under the continuous hunger and torture, Chen Xu's weight has plummeted, the whole person is terrible to lose, and it is difficult to walk, for these Soviets, there is no ability to threaten at all.

The scar-faced man put the food beside Chen Xu, and looked down at Chen Xu, who was lying on the ground and eating bread: "I'm very confused, judging from the information you confessed, you are more like an American spy, and you are a high-ranking intelligence officer, otherwise you wouldn't know so many high-level American spies." But you are indeed a Chinese, and from the intelligence gathered, it seems that you have never been to the United States in your life. ”

Chen Xu raised his head, glanced at the scar-faced man lightly, did not answer his words, and then buried his head and continued to eat his bread.

The slightly warm bread was very fragrant and soft, this familiar wheat aroma, delicious cream, made Chen Xu's empty eyes flash a trace of imperceptible fluctuations, and even the scar man did not catch it.

Directly across the street from the Arakawa-ku Police Station in Tokyo, there is a large and popular bakery called Okada Bakery, which serves more than 80 kinds of bread. Because they use unique yeast, which gives the bread a unique taste, there is a constant flow of people every day, and there are long queues to buy it. Chen Xu once happened to pass by this bakery and tasted the bread inside, and the unique taste made him react immediately just now.

"I guess I'm still in Tokyo!"

This KGB's secret nest in Tokyo is in Arakawa, and it's no more than a ten-minute walk from Okada's bakery.

Japan is too close to the Soviet Union, and across the Sea of Japan is Vladivostok, Chen Xu is very worried that he was transported to the Soviet Union when he was unconscious on the first day, so that he has no possibility of escaping except waiting for the rescue of his own intelligence department, and how far can a tortured person run on the territory of the Soviets?

Before, because he couldn't judge his position, Chen Xu couldn't plan an escape, in case he was killed and it would be a military base for the Soviets, which was no different from looking for death.

Now that he knows that he is still in Tokyo, Chen Xu can plan an escape plan. Chen Xu's reputation for black shots is not famous for how much important intelligence he stole from him, but because he kills too many people every time he performs a mission, and is listed as a must-kill target by the intelligence departments of various countries.

Just as Chen Xu was pondering his escape plan, the man with the scar suddenly squatted down and whispered in his ear: "Although you have confessed a lot of important information, you have always refused to reveal the source of your obtaining this information. I've always wanted to help you, but you won't cooperate. ”

As soon as the scar man finished speaking, a short and fat man with one hand in his trouser pocket walked in, he was wearing a crisp suit, his face was pale, and his eyes were gloomy.

"Beria!" Seeing this person, Chen Xu's pupils dilated violently, and he couldn't help but shout.

"Mikhail Nikolayevich Beria" was the secretary of the counterintelligence department of the Second Directorate of the KGB of the Soviet Union, a spy leader who was rampant in the seventies and eighties, and his appearance often represented fear and death.

The reason why Chen Xu remembers him is because after the collapse of the Soviet Union, this spy leader did not commit suicide and martyrdom, but gathered his former subordinates to form an underground intelligence organization, using his own resources to sell arms, assassinate dignitaries, smuggle arms, and so on.

Chen Xu's first task was to exterminate this foreign terrorist organization that had infiltrated China, at that time Beria was already an old man of nearly seventy years old, and in the net laid by the CIA, he still fought back and killed at least half of the ambush personnel and escaped from justice.

The first bullet in Chen Xu's stomach was hit by this murderous old man!

"Interesting, you can even call my name!" The middle-aged Beria's sunken eye sockets shot a ghostly deep gaze, pinched a bloody steel needle on the table and then put it down, rubbed the blood stains between his fingers, and said coldly: "Too many people call me Ivan, and even I don't remember my real name very well, how do you know?" ”

Maybe it was too surprising to see Beria, Chen Xu just had dry lips, and his throat was hoarse and he didn't say anything for a long time.

"I'm really curious about the intelligence organization behind you, from the information you have confided, it seems that the organization behind you may be more powerful than the CIA, pervasive, what kind of organization is this, I don't know at all."

Beria snapped his fingers at the strong man standing at the door, and the strong man immediately pulled out a pistol from his waist and handed it over: "I don't want to talk nonsense with you anymore, I have to do something to make your memory clear." ”

After saying that, the door opened again, and an old man with his hands tied with his mouth gagged and shrunk was pushed in!

Seeing that Chen Xu was still alive, a hint of joy flashed in the old man's eyes, and then he noticed the terrible scars crisscrossing his body, and his expression became even more irritable, and he wanted to say something in his sealed mouth.

"Old Bell!" After seeing the comers, Chen Xu had a panic on his face for the first time, and shouted at them: "He's just an ordinary worker, he doesn't know anything!" ”

"He doesn't know anything, that's better!" After Beria finished speaking, he raised his pistol.

"Bang!"

The old bell didn't even say the last word, the blood-red brains mixed with the broken skull had splashed half of the walls, and his body slammed into the only wooden table in the basement like a rag bag by inertia, smashing the torture instruments on it to pieces, and there was no more sound.

Looking at the empty eyes of the old bell, Chen Xu's brain was buzzing at this time, and the whole world was blank, looking straight at Belial.

"You'd better tell the organization behind you as much as you can, or he won't be the only one." After Beria finished speaking, he handed the gun to the strong man, turned around and left the basement.

The scar man sneered and walked out, and then walked in and the other two Soviets moved Lao Zhong's body away, while the strong man bent down to pick up the torture instruments scattered on the ground and put them back on the table, and then stood back at the door to monitor as if nothing had happened just now.

Chen Xu stood in place stunned, still clutching the half-eaten bread tightly in his hand, and there were some blood streaks floating on it......

I don't know how long it took, but the flames in Chen Xu's empty eyes finally rekindled, his pupils finally regained and contracted, and his mind was full of thoughts for a while.

Glancing at the strong man standing at the door, Chen Xu pointed to the dark corner of the wooden table, and said expressionlessly: "There is still a steel needle here that has not been picked up." ”

"Where?" The strong man believed that it was true, walked over and bent down with his back to Chen Xu to inspect under the table.

Everyone didn't notice that after the old bell hit the large pile of torture instruments on the wooden table, a three-inch-long steel needle rolled to Chen Xu's feet, and he immediately stepped on it with a bare footboard.

This bear-looking Soviet agent had no defenses against the emaciated prisoner in the basement, and it seemed that he could pinch Chen Xu to death with one hand.

So he didn't have any alertness and bent down to look under the table with his back to Chen Xu, and then he felt a cold in his temples, reached out and felt a hard thing inserted on it, followed by a whirlwind of the sky, turned around and finally saw Chen Xu's wolf-like bloodthirsty expression.