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Opposite the Sassoon Building and across Nanjing Road is a large warehouse.
This large warehouse was originally the warehouse of China Merchants Group. Later, after Song Ziwen took control of the Central Bank, he bought this warehouse from China Merchants Group in an almost plundering manner.
Since the fall of Shanghai, this warehouse has been idle.
Just yesterday, Zhong Yi rented this warehouse for five hundred pounds.
This warehouse is called a warehouse, but it is actually a strong fortress. Not only is the warehouse a reinforced concrete structure, but it is also surrounded by a two-meter-high wall with barbed wire and a watchtower at the corner of the wall.
Zhong Yi took a fancy to this, so he spent some money to rent it, and it will become their temporary residence.
At this moment, in the yard of the warehouse, Zhong Yi is leading a dozen welders to weld steel plates to the truck.
There are more than a dozen trucks parked in the yard, and they are all Dodge trucks. These dozen Dodge trucks were also rented by Zhong Yi from the Central Bank Office.
In the Battle of Songhu two years ago, the grassroots officers and soldiers of the Chinese army fought really hard. More than 700,000 officers and soldiers participated in the battle, and the number of casualties alone exceeded 200,000. It is no exaggeration to say that every inch of land in Shanghai was soaked. The blood of the officers and soldiers of the Kuomintang is truly blood every inch of the mountains and rivers.
But, let me say but.
But those senior generals of the national army are really fucked up.
"The military capabilities are low and they can just command blindly. They even line their own pockets by giving all the condolences donated by the general public to grassroots officers and soldiers to Tan Mo, and then transport them to the concession for sale.
I can tolerate selling condolences, but the most intolerable thing is to sell military supplies. For example, Zhong Yi rented more than a dozen Dodge trucks from the Shanghai office of the Central Bank. The commander of a certain division of the Central Army was evacuating. It was put on consignment here in Shanghai before, but it was never sold.
By the way, these dozen trucks in Zhong Yi Concession only cost over a hundred pounds, almost for free.
The reason is very simple, because Zhong Yi rented not as the mayor of Yinjiang, but as George, an American citizen, so the director of the Central Bank's Shanghai office only accepted some symbolic money. With Principal Chang as an example, the people below will definitely follow his lead.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Closer to home, these dozen Dodge trucks are actually very new.
Welding 5mm thick steel plates around the truck immediately turns it into an armored vehicle.
Although such an "armored vehicle" cannot defend against anti-war artillery, it is more than enough to withstand rifle bullets with a caliber of less than 7.92mm. As for pistol bullets, it goes without saying.
"Everything has been welded firmly by me and cannot be loosened!" Zhong Yi directed while inspecting back and forth, "The front windshield must also be welded with steel plates, leaving a 5 cm wide observation gap is enough."
"Hold on tight, we'll treat you to a big dinner after welding."
When they heard that there was a big meal, the busy team members and welders suddenly cheered.
At this moment, Yang Feng walked in humming a tune, but after seeing Zhong Yi, he subconsciously put his feet back and stood at attention, then raised his hand to salute: "Report to the captain, the mission is completed, please give me your instructions!"
Zhong Yi turned around when he heard the sound and asked with a smile: "Is the mission completed?"
"The mission is accomplished." Yang Feng smiled, "Shen Li takes action."
"Okay." Zhong Yi nodded and said, "That's it."
After finishing speaking, Zhong Yi shouted: "Gather, everyone gather!"
The team members who were resting in the warehouse immediately swarmed out.
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Mei Agency, underground interrogation room.
??Fan Chunhua, or rather Chuntian Yi, has been tied to a chair at this moment.
But this is not an ordinary chair, but an electric chair. This is a new torture instrument that has just been developed. It is more effective than the traditional tiger bench, pepper water, and soldering iron.
Since the electric chair was invented, few people have been able to withstand its torture.
Hatada Taka also rushed over after hearing the news, but he had no intention of taking action himself. Instead, he just sat aside and looked at Fan Chunhua with a pair of small eyes.
Although Hatada Taka didn¡¯t say anything, Imai Takeo on the side still felt great pressure.
At that moment, Imai Takeo stepped forward and said to Fan Fenghua: "Fan Sang, I will give you one last chance. As long as you provide your online number and contact information, we can no longer pursue the past matters. From now on, you He is still Takeshi Haruta, and he is still the Special High Police of the Imperial Ministry of Internal Affairs."Excellent Secret Service Agent"
Fan Chunhua just smiled faintly and said, "Imai-kun, it's useless to talk more, let's get started."
Fan Chunhua's calmness and calmness actually made Takeo Imai feel another kind of pressure.
At that moment, Takeo Imai turned around and looked at Hatada Taka, who nodded slightly.
Takeo Imai immediately grabbed the electrode chuck and clamped the positive electrode on Fan Chunhua's breasts, but the negative electrode was directly clamped on Fan Chunhua's lifeblood. This was not intentional humiliation, but because the nerves in the breasts and lifeblood are the most sensitive and can be used as much as possible. Putting the pain to the extreme possible, torture has the best effect.
After the electrodes were clamped, Imai Takeo said again: "Fan Sang"
Before Takeo Imai could say the second half of his sentence, Fan Chunhua simply closed his eyes.
"Okay!" Imai Takeo suddenly gritted his teeth, turned on the switch of the electric chair, and then directly pushed the current intensity to ten milliamps.
A layer of blue light instantly emerged from the electric chair, covering Fan Fenghua's whole body.
Fan Chunhua immediately groaned, with a look of extreme pain on his face.
Immediately afterwards, Fan Chunhua became incontinent, and a stench began to fill the torture room.
This has nothing to do with the individual's willpower. Once the intensity of the electric current passing through the human body reaches ten milliamps, no matter who it is, everyone will inevitably become incontinent, with few exceptions.
Imai Takeo subconsciously covered his mouth and nose with his hands.
But soon, Imai Takeo removed his hands from his face.
Looking back, Imai Takeo saw that Hatoda Taka seemed not to smell the stink, and the expression on his face did not even change at all.
The power supply lasted for thirty seconds before Imai Takeo cut off the power.
As soon as the power was cut off, Fan Chunhua's originally upright body immediately slumped down on the electric chair.
In the face of inhuman instruments of torture, no matter how strong-willed a person is, it is difficult to maintain dignity and dignity.
"Fansang, isn't the electrocution uncomfortable? But let me remind you, this is only ten milliamperes." Takeo Imai said, "If you refuse to cooperate, I will continue to increase the intensity of the current, starting from fifteen milliamperes. Until one hundred milliamps!¡±
"Come on." Fan Chunhua raised his head again with difficulty and whispered, "One hundred milliamps directly."
"Nani? Are you provoking me?" Takeo Imai was immediately irritated, then closed the gate and increased the current intensity to 30 milliamps. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com