Instantly, electric current bursts and arc flashes.

Everyone around was startled and hurriedly backed away, fearing that they would be affected.

It was as if the spy's soul and body were separated. The body was trembling and the soul was floating. There were also wisps of green smoke coming out, mixed with the smell of burnt meat.

"Ahhhh..."

"Ahhhh..."

The spy roared hysterically.

Then, the sound gradually became fainter. Finally, there was no sound at all.

The whole person was paralyzed on the ground like a pile of mud.

The whole body was burnt black.

My hair is smoking.

There is only out-breath, no in-breath...

"Made!"

Zhang Yong then took back the electric baton angrily.

What is martial ethics?

This is called martial ethics!

You said I don’t talk about martial ethics. Then I’ll talk to you now. Talk about it carefully.

If once is not enough, say it twice.

If two times are not enough, then three times, four times, five times. It will definitely be enough.

I'm afraid that my martial virtue (power) is too strong and you won't be able to bear it.

Mudd!

You were so arrogant after being caught!

When you surrender unconditionally in 45 years, I will go to Tokyo and capture a few Class-A war criminals to taste martial virtue.

Let them know one by one what it means to have sufficient martial virtue (power).

If no one calls me Thunder Master Zhang Yong, it will be my failure...

Wave your hands.

Someone brought a bucket of dirty water.

The water is yellow. It's all dust from the bombs.

"Crash..."

"Crash..."

Pour it directly on the spy.

Immediately, the spy woke up.

"Do you still need martial virtue?"

"What?"

"This is martial ethics..."

"don't want!"

"You want it!"

"don't want!"

The spy roared crazily.

He was desperately crawling on the ground. He looked as embarrassed as he could.

Yu Wanzhong, who was originally angry, actually gradually dissipated. It seems that the little devils also have ugly moments. They are not bad either.

"Bring it up."

"yes."

Someone came up immediately.

Lift the spy up and clamp it left and right.

Zhang Yong took out a demon sword called Muramasa and pulled out a section of the blade.

"You can commit seppuku yourself..."

"This is not for suicide."

The spy decisively refused.

Zhang Yong:……

Made.

I gave you a chance to commit suicide, but you didn’t want to?

"You took the wrong knife..."

The spy also gave himself excuses and looked for reasons.

Everyone around them secretly despises them. This is what the Japanese invaders are like!

Obviously he is afraid of death and does not dare to commit suicide, but he still has many excuses!

They also say they are invincible. In fact, they are just like that.

Zhang Yong:……

Sure enough, people who are greedy for life and afraid of death have many excuses.

Okay, I'll find you a dagger...

The system suddenly prompted a message.

The equipment column has been updated. There are new items.

After checking, I found that it was a short knife. The number was also 99.

Confuse.

What short sword?

After checking the information, I found out that it is called rib difference.

Huh?

Cost difference?

what for?

Oh, it was reserved for Japanese invaders to commit seppuku.

It can also be used for short-range combat in narrow spaces.

So he took out a handful and threw it in front of the spy.

"This one is enough!"

Spy:......

silence.

Lower your head.

He never reached for the knife.

"Ha ha!"

"hey-hey!"

Whoever was next to him suddenly couldn't help but laugh.

Then more soldiers began to snicker and snicker. They made no secret of their disdain for the Japanese spies. They were too greedy for life and afraid of death.

Sometimes I despise this, and sometimes I despise that. How shameful!

Yu Wanzhong also shook his head and said goodbye.

Such a rogue spy, even one look at him would make him feel embarrassed.

"Commander Yu, wait."

"Commissioner."

"Jun Yu has come a long way. I'll give him a small gift."

"What?"

"please."
To be continued...