lcionline Chapter 416: Interrogation of Asano Onryo, the Madman of Fuso Militarism
Chapter 416: Interrogation of Asano Onryo, the Madman of Fuso Militarism
The hearts of the two people seemed to be shrouded in thick dark clouds, without a single ray of light to be seen.
They knew very well that the arrest of Asano Wenliang and Yan Huisheng was not only their personal dereliction of duty, but also a severe blow to the entire Southern Government.
Ge Aiming's heart was filled with self-blame and pain, his fingers twisted together unconsciously, just like his inner entanglement and helplessness.
He took a deep breath, trying to relieve the depression in his heart, but felt an even stronger sense of powerlessness surging in his heart.
Dai Yuhong was silent, his eyes filled with deep worry. He knew that this incident would have an extremely bad impact on the Southern Government, and he could not imagine what kind of storm the Southern Government would face if this incident was disclosed.
Song Yuanming's gaze was like two sharp knives, piercing straight into the hearts of the two men.
His voice was as cold as the wind, and it was impossible to ignore it. "Dai Yuhong, considering that you have served the Southern Government for many years and have made many contributions, is it okay for me to temporarily suspend you from your duties and reflect on your actions?" His voice was full of disappointment and anger, but he still gave Dai Yuhong a chance, a chance to reflect on his actions.
Dai Yuhong's body trembled slightly. He knew that this was his punishment, but also his opportunity. He bowed his head deeply, and said in a low and firm voice, "No problem, Prime Minister."
Song Yuanming turned his gaze to Ge Aiming, "As for Ge Aiming, you led a regiment of regular troops but failed to stop a small enemy team of less than 100 people. Your fault is unforgivable! From today on, you are no longer a soldier of the Southern Government! Our Southern Government's army does not need a disgrace like you!"
Ge Aiming's body trembled violently, and his face turned pale instantly. He knew that this was his end, and his military career was over. But he did not resist or argue, but just endured it all silently.
In Beilong City, in the torture room on the second floor of the CIA headquarters, the dim light barely illuminated the cold and damp space. The bloodstains on the walls and the cold torture instruments silently told of the tragedy that had happened here.
Cheng Yi, Yan Huisheng and Qian Ye Wenliang, three prisoners of different identities, are now bound together by fate in this dark dungeon. They are held in solitary confinement and are undergoing brutal interrogation.
Asano Atsuyoshi, as the head of the intelligence agency of the Fuso Kwantung Army, was known for his indomitable will and cunning and changeable means. At this moment, he was naked and tied to a thick wooden stake. The shocking whip marks and charred marks left by the branding iron on his body silently told of the inhuman torture he had endured.
Several CIA agents held steel needles and cruelly inserted them into the gaps between Asano Atsuyoshi's fingernails. As the old saying goes, "The fingers are connected to the heart." This kind of pain is simply worse than death. However, even under such torture, Asano Atsuyoshi's eyes remained cold and firm, without showing any sign of surrender.
The air was filled with a faint smell of blood and damp soil, as if even the air was suffocating from this cruel scene. Outside the torture chamber, the occasional footsteps and whispered conversations added a bit of oppression and uneasiness.
Time seemed to have stopped in this dark dungeon. Every time the torture device fell, Asano Wenliang groaned and his muscles tensed. However, even though the pain was unbearable, he still gritted his teeth and refused to beg for mercy.
In the dim light of the torture chamber, Asano Atsuyoshi's condition had reached its limit. His eyes rolled back, showing that he was experiencing great pain, and his clenched teeth seemed to have been bitten to pieces by him, with a faint trace of blood flowing from the corners of his mouth. His body was twitching, and every tremor seemed to be challenging his physical limits. The air in the torture chamber seemed to have solidified, and was filled with a suffocating tension.
Li Qing stood aside, frowning. He waved his hand, signaling the executioner to stop. He knew that Asano Atsuyoshi was close to collapse, and if he continued, someone might die.
He turned to the people around him and said, "This little Japanese is really a stone in the toilet, smelly and hard. If he continues like this, he will not be able to hold on. Let's stop torturing him first and focus our energy on the other two. At all costs, we must make them reveal the fact and purpose of the Southern Government's collusion with Fuso."
"Yes, Director!" the person next to him answered respectfully.
At this moment, a chaotic sound of footsteps was heard. The door of the torture room was suddenly pushed open, and a cold wind rushed in. Yan Shuangying was the first to enter the torture room. His sharp eyes swept over everyone in the room, and finally fixed on the fuzzy Asano Wenliang. He frowned, obviously surprised by Asano Wenliang's condition.
Yan Shuangying stepped aside, and Su Zhengyang walked in. He was wearing a neat suit. Although he was in the dark torture chamber, his aura was enough to make people ignore the surrounding environment. He looked around and finally set his eyes on Asano Wenliang, with a deep light in his eyes.
After Su Zhengyang nodded, the executioner immediately took action and poured a basin of cold water on Asano Wenliang. The biting cold was like a sharp knife, instantly piercing Asano Wenliang's blurred consciousness. He suddenly opened his eyes, and a glimmer of clarity flashed in his eyes. His body trembled involuntarily, trying to resist the invasion of the cold.
Su Zhengyang stood aside, with a faint smile on his face. He stared at Asano Wenliang, his voice calm and deep: "Mr. Asano, it has been more than half a year since we last met. I didn't expect that this time we met, you have already become a prisoner in our Northern Frontier."
At this time, Asano Wenliang was no longer as calm and gentle as before. His face was covered with scars, his cheeks were deformed, and bloodstains were all over it. He looked at Su Zhengyang and grinned, and that smile was full of ferocity and cruelty. Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, making him look like a demon from hell, which was chilling.
"Su Zhengyang! Kill me!" Asano Wenliang's voice was as hoarse as an ancient weathered stone tablet, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat with all his strength. His voice was full of despair and madness, echoing in every corner of the torture chamber.
His eyes were red, like two burning flames, revealing a kind of madness and determination. His cheeks, those originally delicate features had been distorted to the point where they were almost unrecognizable, but even so, he still maintained the pride and dignity of a Fuso warrior.
"No matter how much you torture me, you can't get any information about Fuso's intelligence network in China from me!" His words were full of firmness and determination, as if he was declaring war on Su Zhengyang, and at the same time declaring war on the fear and despair deep in his heart.
Asano Wenliang's body trembled slightly, but he had no intention of retreating.
His chest rose and fell, and every breath seemed to be in great pain. He knew that his physical condition had reached its limit, but he still chose to stick to his beliefs and loyalty.
Perhaps he himself did not expect that this time he used himself as bait to catch a big fish, but the final result was to drag himself into the quagmire. However, even so, he never regretted his choice. Because he believed that serving the emperor and the Fuso Empire with loyalty and death was the supreme honor for him, Asano Atsuyoshi.