Chapter 634: Hammer, don't come any closer!

Shi Bingdao's heart skipped a beat.

Zhang Yong was swinging a hammer. What the hell was he up to?

This guy was downright vicious!

He carries a hammer and a wooden club with him. He'll attack at the slightest provocation.

He's so brutal...

'Who are you?'

'What do you want?'

The Japanese spy was also scared.

That's a huge hammer!

Even an idiot knows how brutal it is.

If it hits your head, you'll go straight to hell...

No, you'll go to meet the great god Amaterasu.

In fact, Zhang Yong felt that this hammer was still too kind. It wasn't as powerful as a mace.

'Name,' Zhang Yong asked coldly.

'Hu Dahai,' the Japanese spy replied, 'who are you people?'

'Japanese name,' Zhang Yong put the hammer on the ground.

It seemed a bit heavy.

It was a bit tiring to hold.

'What Japanese name?' The Japanese spy pretended to be stupid.

But inside, he felt a burst of tension.

Does the other person know that he is Japanese? That's it...

I can't understand it.

Really.

He can't see what kind of person Zhang Yong is at all.

He must not be a colleague.

There is no hint of a colleague in Zhang Yong.

He is just a small time thug!

Shanghai is full of these small time thugs. So, he is not on his guard at all.

Who knows, the other person actually catches him!

Umm...

My back of the head hurts, hurts...

Damn it!

How did the other person ambush him?

Did they use a brick?

He didn't see any weapons on the other person!

If Zhang Yong had had a stick or something, he would have noticed it. He is a professional spy!

In the end...

Tragedy...

He was ambushed without warning.

And now he is handcuffed.

Wait...

Handcuffs.

The other person actually had handcuffs.

Damn...

I really have run into a colleague.

'My name is Jang Yong,' said Jang Yongci, with a kind face, "the same Jang Yong.'

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

Jang Yong's expression suddenly turned ugly.

Damn it. You're pretending to be stupid, aren't you!

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

You even tried to show off in front of Seok Byung-do, but it didn't work...

I'm depressed.

Failing to act cool...

What a shame.

He reached for the hammer.

'What are you doing?'

'What are you doing?'

The Japanese spy panicked.

Stay where you are!

Stay where you are!

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

'Confess!'

'Otherwise, I'll hammer all your bones to pieces,'

Zhang Yong said casually.

There was no threat. It was just a statement of fact.

If the other person didn't confess, he would really hammer all the bones to pieces.

'You...'

'You...'

The Japanese spy was both anxious and angry. His face was red with rage.

He wanted to resist.

He refused to give in.

But...

Looking at Zhang Yong lift the heavy hammer...

'No way!'

The Japanese spy spat out two words.

He was going to be stubborn for a while.

He would never give in so easily. Unless he really couldn't take it anymore...

Then...

Zhang Yong stuffed a rag in the Japanese spy's mouth.

Then he tied him up with rope. One layer after another. So that the rope wouldn't break.

Then...

He pressed his palms against the bench...

Then...

He raised the hammer and brought it down...

Then...

The Japanese soldier's body suddenly straightened.

It was as if the whole person was a mad lion, as if it wanted to break the ropes.

'Uhh...'

He let out a hysterical roar.

But the sound could only echo inside his throat. He couldn't even scream. Because his mouth was blocked.

His eyes were bigger than copper bells. They were filled with bloodshot.

Shi Bingdao: ...

God!

This Zhang Yong!

Really hit it!

Oh my god!

Such a big hammer hit...

He didn't dare to look.

No wonder Zhang Yong told him to turn his head.

This fierce guy is really too cruel...

Zhang Yong's expression does not change.

He puts the hammer back on the floor. It is heavy. It weighs 30 catties.

It is made of pure pig iron. It is hard. It is covered in rust. It is not clear whether the stains on it are rust or blood.

He silently watches the time.

Five minutes...

Ten minutes...

He closes his eyes to rest.

He reckons that the Japanese spy will need longer to calm down.

He can still hear the Japanese spy struggling. The soles of the Japanese spy's feet are almost digging two holes in the ground.

It hurts.

That's for sure.

That's the kind of brutal effect you're looking for.

You don't have to confess.

I'll waste a little energy at most...

Finally...

Half an hour has passed.

Zhang Yong opens his eyes and looks at Ri Die.

Kind and gentle.

Friendly.

'Does it hurt?'

'Do you want to have a second session?'

Ri Die shakes his head desperately.

No.

Absolutely not!

I'll confess!

I'll confess!

'If you want to confess, nod...'

Ritsu desperately nodded.

Zhang Yong then took out the rag in his mouth.

Huh?

Why is there blood on it?

Oh, he was clenching his teeth. He had bitten his gums.

It really looked like it hurt.

'I'll talk...'

'I'll talk...'

Ritsu impatiently shouted out in a trembling voice.

This Zhang Yong is completely crazy! He came up with such a brutal routine.

Can't you just follow the proper procedure and use the whip, the pepper spray, the torture bench? And then the iron at the end. Who's ever heard of using a hammer directly?

This is crazy!

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

The other person is really crazy...

Pity your own palm, which has already been smashed into a bloody mess.

Zhang Yong let go of his hand.

'I, I...'

'Name.'

'Pig, Inoichi Ichiro...'

'What?'

Zhang Yong said he heard it. But it sounded like a mistake.

Ino-ta? That's an interesting name.

'Takeda. Like the bamboo. Bamboo.' The Japanese spy hurriedly explained.

Zhang Yong then nodded.

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

He actually had to explain his name, so he definitely doesn't want to commit suicide.

So he moved a stool and sat down.

He looked at Shi Bingdao.

'Do you want to sit and listen?'

'No,'

Shi Bingdao shook his head.

He was more used to standing.

It was mainly because of what had just happened that he had seen it for the first time.

Zhang Yong casually knocked out a person, dragged him in, and then interrogated the Japanese spy. And then the Japanese spy actually confessed.

It felt so metaphysical.

He needed to think it through. And then explain it scientifically.

He only believed in science, not superstition. He believed there must be a secret. It could be that Zhang Yong had used a distraction technique.

'Go on,' Zhang Yong gestured to the Japanese spy.

'I...' the Japanese spy stammered. He didn't know where to start.

The point was, he didn't know what Zhang Yong wanted to hear.

What if he brought the hammer again...

He really wanted to say, 'Can you put the hammer away, it scares me...'

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

He felt it would be a disgrace to the Japanese Empire. How could he be afraid?

But that hammer was so big...

It must have been made of cast iron. It was so big. And octagonal.

I guess it weighed at least 20 or 30 catties...

'Who is the radio going to?' Zhang Yong asked.

'I don't know. I'm just delivering it,' the Japanese spy replied quickly.

'Where do you have to deliver it?'

'Chunxiang Theatre.'

'Where do you have to put it?'

'In locker 33.'

'How can you put such a big suitcase in a locker?'

'Yes. The lockers at Chunxiang Cinema are very big. You could hide a person in there.'

'And then what?'

'Then you can go! The mission is complete!'

'Do you know what was in the suitcase?'

'No.'

'Now you've seen it. There was a radio.'

'I really don't know.'

'Then why didn't you take a taxi?'

'I did! I just got off.'

'You got off and walked all this way?'

'I got into the wrong taxi.'

'Why did you get on the wrong bus? Have you just arrived in Shanghai?'

'Yes...'

'When did you arrive? How long have you been here?'

'Last November. I've been here for two months.'

'November...'

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

It seems that during the time I was away from Shanghai, the Japanese invaders have recruited a lot of spies!

They must have been transferred from other places. Or maybe they were transferred from the mainland. So, they are not yet very familiar with Shanghai.

It's only been two months since they arrived, and it's not uncommon for them to get on the wrong bus. But how could a novice like him be carrying a radio?

Oh, maybe the Japanese don't think much of radios. Because they never run out.

Only the Red Party treasures radios.

They value them more than their own lives.

That's good. This radio, which we obtained by accident, will be a perfect gift for Shi Bingdao. They should be able to put it to good use.

'Who is your superior? Who gave you the suitcase?'

'Wei Boqiang. He told me to make the delivery. Oh yes, his Japanese name is Tsuchimaro Noguchi...'

'Wait.'

Zhang Yong heard a familiar name.

Kintaro Noguchi...

Tsuchimaro Noguchi...

They were both from the Noguchi family! There were said to be five brothers.

'Are you from the Kwai Agency?'

'What?'

'Aren't you from the Kwai Agency?'

'I don't know. What Kwai Agency?'

'Never mind. Go on.'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

It seems that this Japanese spy is indeed a novice.

Otherwise, he would not have been so easily ambushed before. He was knocked unconscious with one blow.

'What do you want to know?'

'Apart from Tsuchimaru Nogaya, do you know anyone else?'

'I don't know. I was just assigned to work for Tsuchimaru Nogaya. If there is any situation, I will report it to him. He has a task, and he will let me carry it out.'

'What's this book for?'

Zhang Yong took the book 'The Flowers in the Mirror' and handed it over.

The Japanese spy looked at it curiously. It seemed to be the first time he had seen it.

'You haven't looked at the contents of the box?'

'No. Mr. Nogaya said I couldn't open it. Otherwise, it would be a violation of orders. I would have to commit hara-kiri as punishment.'

'You haven't been to China before?'

'Yes.'

'When?'

'Two years ago.'

'What for?'

'An exam.'

'What was it about?'

'Chinese. Chinese customs. And so on.'

'What was the assessment criteria?'

'Three months living here without giving anything away.'

'How many people took the assessment with you?'

'I don't know exactly. But there were more than 300.'

'More than 300?'

'I heard the instructor once yell, 'You 300 or 400 people, you're all rubbish! You're the worst batch I've ever had!''

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong suddenly felt very familiar.

This scolding, heh heh...

So, here's the problem—

the worst class ever. That means there's more than one class.

There are 300 to 400 people in each class. If there are five classes, that's more than 1,500 people. If there are ten classes...

It can be inferred that the people being trained are Japanese spies. They can speak Chinese fluently.

That's quite a lot.

He turned his head and looked at Shi Bingdao.

Shi Bingdao was also secretly shocked.

The Japanese spies have been planning this for a long time, and the situation is worrying!

Zhang Yong suddenly said to the Japanese spies,

"You can go.'