Shi Bingdao's heart was shocked.

Zhang Yong held the hammer and shook it. What the hell do you want to do?

This guy is just too vicious!

Carry a hammer and a wooden stick with you. If you don't agree with each other, you can do it.

It's so brutal......

"Who are you?"

"What are you—what are you going to do?"

The Japanese spy was also flustered.

What a big hammer!

Even idiots know its ferocity.

If a hammer hits the door of the head, go directly to the king of Yama......

No, I'm going to see Amaterasu.

Actually, Zhang Yong felt that this hammer was still too benevolent. No mace to give power.

"Name." Zhang Yong asked indifferently.

"Hu Dahai." The Japanese spy replied, "Who are you?" ”

"Japanese name." Zhang Yong put the hammer on the ground.

It seems to be a bit heavy.

It's a little tiring to hold.

"What Japanese name?" Japanese spies pretend to be stupid.

But there was a nervousness in my heart.

Does the other party know that he is Japanese? That's the end of it......

I don't understand.

It's true.

He couldn't tell who Zhang Yong was at all.

Certainly not peers.

In Zhang Yong's body, I can't see the temperament of my peers.

He's just a gangster!

Shanghai is full of such thugs. So, he didn't watch out at all.

Who knows, the other party actually caught himself!

Not......

The back of the head hurts, it hurts......

Damn it!

How did the other party plot against him?

Is it bricks?

I didn't see any weapons on the other party's body!

If Zhang Yong had a wooden stick or something like that, he would have found out a long time ago. He's a professional spy!

Outcome......

Tragic......

Without warning, it was plotted.

And now it's handcuffed again.

Wait a minute......

Handcuffs.

The other party is still handcuffed.

Finished......

I really met my peers.

"My name is Zhang Yong." Zhang Yong frowned, "That's that Zhang Yong." ”

"What?" The Japanese spies didn't seem to understand.

Zhang Yong's expression was suddenly unkind.

Horse's. You kid pretend to be stupid, huh!

I said my name is Zhang Yong! You haven't heard? You don't know me?

also wanted to show off in front of Shi Bingdao, but the result was unsuccessful......

Depressed.

Pretending to be a failure......

It's embarrassing to say.

Reach for the hammer.

"What do you do?"

"What do you do?"

The Japanese spy immediately panicked.

Don't come here!

Don't come here!

Don't move that hammer, don't move......

"Confess honestly!"

"Otherwise, hammer and blow all the bones in your body."

Zhang Yong said casually.

There is no threat. It's about stating a fact.

If the other party doesn't confess, it's really all hammered.

"You ......"

"You ......"

The Japanese spy was anxious and angry. His face was flushed.

He wanted to resist.

He refused to give in.

But......

watched Zhang Yong lift such a heavy hammer......

"Don't think!"

The Japanese spy spat out two words.

He's going to be stubborn for a while.

He will never give in easily. Unless you really can't bear it......

And then......

Zhang Yong plugged the Japanese spy's mouth with a rag.

Then tie him with ropes. Bundled one after another. so as not to burst the rope.

And then......

Press his palms against the bench......

And then......

Raise the hammer and smash it down......

And then......

The Japanese soldier's body suddenly straightened.

The whole person is like a mad lion, as if he wants to break the ropes.

"Hmm......"

There was a hysterical roar.

But the sound can only reverberate in the throat. Can't call it out at all. Because the mouth is gagged.

The eyes were bigger than the brass bells. Bloodshot.

Shi Bingdao: ......

Sky!

This Zhang Yong!

It's really smashing!

Dizzy!

Such a big hammer smashed down......

He didn't even dare to look at it.

No wonder Zhang Yong told him to turn his head.

This murderous guy is really too cruel......

Zhang Yong's expression did not move.

Put the hammer back on the ground. It's heavy. Thirty pounds.

Pure pig iron casting. Hard. Rusty. I don't know if it's rust or blood.

Silently watch the time.

Five minutes......

Ten minutes......

Close your eyes and refresh yourself.

It is estimated that it will take longer for the Japanese spy to calm down.

You can still hear the sound of the Japanese spy struggling. The foot of the Japanese spy almost dug two holes in the ground.

It hurts.

That's for sure.

It's this kind of simple and crude effect.

You can not confess.

I'm going to waste a little bit of effort at most......

Finally......

Half an hour passed.

Zhang Yong opened his eyes and looked at the Japanese spy.

Kind eyebrows.

Affable.

"Does it hurt?"

"Would you like to come back a second time?"

The Japanese spy shook his head desperately.

Don't want to.

Absolutely not!

I confess!

I confess!

"If you are willing to confess, nod your head ......"

The Japanese spy nodded desperately.

Zhang Yong then took out the rag in his mouth.

Hey?

How can there be blood on it?

Oh, it's gnashing of teeth. Gnashed all the gums.

It looks like it really hurts.

"I said ......"

"I said ......"

The Japanese spy couldn't wait to tremble and cry out.

What kind of Zhang Yong is this, he is completely crazy! It's such a murderous routine when it comes up.

Can't you just use whips, chilli water, and tiger chairs in order? Finally, use a soldering iron or something. Who has ever seen a hammer directly?

Faint!

Is a hammer a torture instrument? Is it? Is it?

The other party is really crazy......

Pity my palm, which has been smashed and blurred with flesh and blood.

Zhang Yong let go of his hand.

"I, I ......"

"Name."

"Pig, Ichiro Inoda ......"

"What?"

Zhang Yong said he heard it. But it seems that I heard it wrong.

Pig field? The name is interesting.

"Takeda. Bamboo of bamboo. Bamboo. The Japanese spy hurriedly defended.

Zhang Yong then nodded.

Very good. This Japanese spy is easy to deal with.

He actually had to explain his name, then he definitely didn't want to kill himself.

So I brought a stool and sat down.

Look at Shi Bingdao.

"Do you want to sit and listen?"

"No, you don't."

Shi Bingdao shook his head.

He's still more used to standing.

The main thing is what happened just now, and he has seen it for a long time.

Zhang Yong casually knocked out a person and dragged him in, and then there was a Japanese spy. Then the Japanese spy actually confessed.

It feels so metaphysical.

He needs to take care of it. And then explain it with science.

He only believed in science, not in Shinto. He believed there must be a secret. It may be that Zhang Yong used a blinding method.

"Say it." Zhang Yong made a gesture.

"I'm ......," the Japanese spy muttered. I don't know where to start.

The point is, I don't know what Zhang Yong wants to hear.

In case you take a hammer again......

I'd love to say, can you put the hammer a little farther away, I'm scared to watch......

But in the end, he didn't dare to say it.

I feel that it is too embarrassing to lose the face of the Japanese Empire. How could he be afraid?

But such a big hammer......

I guess it's made of pig iron. So big. It's still octagonal.

It is estimated that there are at least twenty or thirty pounds of ......

"To whom?" Zhang Yong opened his mouth to ask.

"I don't know. I'm only responsible for delivery. The Japanese spy replied quickly.

"Where?"

"Chunxiang Theater."

"Where?"

"Put it in locker 33."

"That's a big suitcase that you can fit in a locker?"

"Yes. The lockers at the Chunxiang Theater are huge. Even if there is one person inside, there is no problem. ”

"And then?"

"Then you can go! Mission accomplished! ”

"Do you know what's in the suitcase?"

"I don't know."

"Now you've seen it all. There is a radio station. ”

"I really don't know."

"Then why don't you get in the car?"

"Sit down! I just got out of the car. ”

"You got out of the car and walked so far?"

"I got on the wrong bus."

"Why did you get on the wrong bus? New to Shanghai? ”

"Yes......"

"When did you come? How long has it been? ”

"In November last year. It's been two months. ”

"November ......"

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

It seems that during the time when he left Shanghai Tang, the Japanese invaders added a lot of spies!

They must have been repatriated from elsewhere. Or maybe it's from China. So, they are not very familiar with Shanghai Tang.

It's only been two months since I came, and it's normal to take the wrong bus. But he, a novice, can also take the radio with him?

Oh, maybe the Japanese don't think the radio is a big deal. Because they never lack.

Only the Red Party will use the radio as a treasure.

Treat the radio station as more important than your own life.

It's good. This accidentally got the radio station, which happened to be given to Shi Bingdao. They should be able to use it.

"Who's your boss? Who gave you the box? ”

"Weber. He asked me to make the delivery. By the way, his Japanese name is Tozaburo Notani......"

"Wait."

Zhang Yong heard a familiar name.

Kintaro Notani......

Tozaburo Notani......

It's all from the Noya family! It is said that there were five brothers.

"You're from the Huai Agency?"

"What?"

"Aren't you from the Huai Mechanism?"

"I don't know. What acacia mechanism? ”

"It's fine. You continue. ”

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

It seems that this Japanese spy is indeed a novice.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have succeeded so easily before. I was knocked out with a stick.

"What do you want to know?"

"Who else do you know besides Tozaburo Notani?"

"I don't know. I was assigned to do things for Tozaburo Notani. There is a situation, react to him. He has a task to carry out for me. ”

"What is this book for?"

Zhang Yong took the copy of "Mirror Flowers".

The Japanese spy looked at it curiously. It seems to be the first time to see it too.

"You haven't seen the contents of the box?"

"I haven't seen it. Mr. Noya said I couldn't open it. Otherwise, it is a violation of the order. It is to be seppuku to apologize. ”

"You haven't been to China before?"

"I've been here."

"When?"

"Two years ago."

"What are you going to do?"

"Exams."

"What's the content?"

"Chinese. Chinese customs. Wait a minute. ”

"What are the criteria?"

"Living here for three months, if you don't show any flaws, you can pass the test."

"How many people are taking the assessment with you?"

"I don't know. But there were more than three hundred people. ”

"More than three hundred?"

"I heard the instructor once scold, you three or four hundred, all of you are rubbish! You're the worst class I've ever had! ”

"Oh......"

Zhang Yong suddenly had a very familiar feeling.

This curse, hehe......

So, here's the question -

The worst session. That's more than one session.

There are three or four hundred people in one session. If there are five sessions, it is more than 1,500 people. If there are 10 sessions......

It is inferred that the training is all Japanese spies. Be able to speak Chinese fluently.

That's quite a lot.

Turned his head to look at Shi Bingdao.

Shi Bingdao was also secretly frightened.

The Japanese spy is scheming, and the situation is worrying!

Zhang Yong suddenly said to the Japanese spy:

"You can go."

[To be continued]

(End of chapter)