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On the opposite side of the Sassoon Building, across Nanjing Road, is a large warehouse.

This large warehouse was originally the warehouse of China Merchants, and later, after Song Ziwen took control of the central bank, he bought this warehouse from China Merchants in an almost plundering way.

Since the fall of Shanghai, the warehouse has been idle.

Just yesterday, Zhong Yi rented the warehouse for five hundred pounds.

This warehouse is said to be a warehouse, but in fact it is a strong fortress, not only the warehouse is a reinforced concrete structure, but it is also surrounded by a two-meter-high fence with barbed wire, and there is a watchtower at the corner of the wall.

Zhong Yi took a fancy to this, so he spent some money to rent it, and this place will become their temporary station.

At this time, in the yard of the warehouse, Zhong Yi is leading a dozen welders to weld pieces of steel plates onto trucks.

There are more than a dozen trucks parked in the yard, and they are all Dodge trucks, and these dozen Dodge trucks are also rented by Zhong Yi from the central bank office.

Two years ago, in the Battle of Songhu, the officers and men at the grassroots level of the Kuomintang army fought really very hard, and the number of more than 700,000 officers and men who participated in the battle alone exceeded 200,000.

But, again, say but.

But those high-ranking generals of the national army are really eggs.

Their military ability was low, and they were just blind commanders, and they even filled their own pockets, giving all the condolences donated by the general public to the officers and soldiers at the grassroots level, and then transporting them to the concession area for sale.

For example****** more than a dozen Dodge trucks rented by Zhong Yi from the Shanghai office of the Central Bank were placed here for consignment by the commander of a division of the Central Army before he evacuated Shanghai, but they were never sold.

By the way, the dozen trucks in the Zhong Yi Concession only cost more than a hundred pounds, which was almost for nothing.

The reason is very simple, because Zhong Yi did not rent as the mayor of Yinjiang, but as George, a citizen of the United States, so the director of the central bank's office in Shanghai only symbolically collected some money.

To get back to the point, these dozen Dodge trucks are actually quite new.

A 5mm thick steel plate was welded around the perimeter of the truck, and it immediately turned into armored vehicles.

Although such an "armored car" cannot defend against war defense guns, it is more than enough to resist rifle bullets with a caliber of less than 7.92mm, and as for pistol bullets, it is needless to say.

"It's all soldered for me, and it can't be loosened!" Zhong Yi patrolled back and forth while commanding, "The front windshield should also be welded with a steel plate, and it is enough to leave a 5 cm wide observation seam." ”

"Hold on, I'm done, I'm done, I'm going to have a big meal."

Hearing that there was a big meal, the busy team members and welders immediately cheered.

At this time, Yang Feng walked in humming a small tune, but after seeing Zhong Yi, he subconsciously straightened his feet, and then raised his hand to salute: "Report to the captain, the task is complete, please instruct!" ”

Zhong Yi turned around when he heard the sound and asked with a smile, "The task is complete?" ”

"Mission accomplished." Yang Feng smiled, "Shen Li has made a move. ”

"Okay." Zhong Yi nodded, and said, "That's fine." ”

After speaking, Zhong Yi shouted again: "Assemble, assemble!" ”

The team members who were resting in the warehouse immediately swarmed out.

……

Plum Organ, Underground Information Room.

Fan Chunhua, or Chuntian Yi, has been tied to a chair at this moment.

But this is not an ordinary chair, but an electric chair, a new type of torture instrument that has just been developed, and is more effective than the traditional tiger chair, chili water, and soldering iron.

Since the invention of the electric chair, few people have been able to withstand its torment.

Hatotian Ying also rushed over when he heard the news, but he didn't mean to do it himself, but just sat on the side, looking at Fan Chunhua with a pair of small eyes.

Although Hatoda didn't say anything, Takeo Imai 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 confess your upline and the contact method, we can no longer pursue the past, from now on, you are still Haruta Yijun, and you are still an excellent agent of the Special High Police Division of the Imperial Ministry of Internal Affairs."

Fan Chunhua just smiled faintly and said, "Imai-kun, it's useless to talk more, let's start quickly." ”

Fan Chunhua's calmness and calmness actually made Takeo Imai feel another kind of pressure.

At that moment, Takeo Imai turned his head and looked at Hatoda Taka, who bowed his head slightly.

Takeo Imai immediately grabbed the electrode chuck and clamped the positive electrode on Fan Chunhua's **, but the negative electrode was directly clamped on Fan Chunhua's liferoot, this is not a deliberate humiliation, but because the nerves of the milk ** and the liferoot are the most sensitive, and the pain can be put to the limit as much as possible, and the effect of torture is the best.

After the electrode was clamped, Takeo Imai said again: "Van Sang......"

Without waiting for Takeo Imai to say the second half of the sentence, Fan Chunhua simply closed his eyes.

"Okay!" Takeo Imai gritted his teeth suddenly, turned on the switch of the electric chair, and then directly pushed the current strength to the strength of ten milliamps.

A layer of blue luminescence instantly emerged from the electric chair, enveloping Fan Fenghua's whole body.

Fan Chunhua immediately snorted, and a look of extreme pain appeared on his face.

Immediately afterwards, Fan Chunhua was incontinent, and the stench began to spread in the torture room.

This has nothing to do with the strength of the individual's willpower, once the current through the human body reaches 10 milliamperes, no matter who is bound to be incontinent, there are few exceptions.

Takeo Imai subconsciously covered his mouth and nose with his hand.

But soon, Takeo Imai removed his hand from his face.

Looking back, Takeo Imai really saw that Hatoda Taka didn't smell the stench, and the expression on his face didn't even change in the slightest.

The power on lasted for a full thirty seconds before Takeo Imai cut off the power.

As soon as the power supply was cut off, Fan Chunhua's originally upright body immediately collapsed on the electric chair.

In the face of inhuman torture instruments, it is difficult for a person with a strong will to maintain decency and dignity.

"Fan Sang, the taste of electrocution is not pleasant, is it? But let me warn you, that's just ten milliamperes. "If you refuse to cooperate, I will continue to increase the intensity of the current, from fifteen milliamps to one hundred milliamps!" ”

"Come on." Fan Chunhua raised his head again with difficulty, and said in a low voice, "Directly a hundred milliamps." ”

"Nani? Are you provoking me? Imai Takeo was enraged, then closed the gate and increased the current to thirty milliamps.