Let out a hysterical roar.

But the sound can only echo in the throat. I can't scream at all because my mouth is blocked.

His eyes were as big as a copper bell and filled with bloodshot eyes.

Shi Bingdao:......

sky!

This Zhang Yong!

Really smashed!

faint!

Hitting such a big hammer...

He didn't even dare to look at it.

No wonder Zhang Yong wanted to tell him to turn around.

This cruel guy is so cruel...

Zhang Yong looked unmoved.

Put the hammer back on the ground. It's very heavy. It weighs thirty kilograms.

Made of pure pig iron. Hard and stained with rust. I don't know if it's rust or blood stains.

Watch the time silently.

five minutes……

ten minutes……

Close your eyes and rest your mind.

It is estimated that the Japanese spy will take longer to calm down.

You can also hear the sound of the spy struggling. The spy's feet almost dug two holes in the ground.

It hurts.

Definitely.

What you want is this simple and crude effect.

You don't have to confess.

At most I waste a little effort...

finally……

Half an hour passed.

Zhang Yong opened his eyes and looked at the spy.

benign countenance.

Amiable.

"Does it hurt?"

"Do you want to come here a second time?"

The spy shook his head desperately.

In no mood.

Absolutely not!

I confess!

I confess!

"If you are willing to confess, just nod..."

The spy nodded desperately.

Zhang Yong then took out the rag from his mouth.

Huh?

Why is there blood on it?

Oh, he gritted his teeth. He bit his gums to bits.

It seems really painful.

"I said……"

"I said……"

The spy couldn't wait to cry out tremblingly.

This Zhang Yong is a complete lunatic! He started with such a cruel routine.

Can't you just use a whip, pepper water, and tiger bench in order? Only use a soldering iron at the end. Who has ever seen someone use a hammer directly?

Faint!

Is a hammer an instrument of torture? Really? Really?

The other party is really crazy...

Unfortunately, my palm was a bloody mess.

Zhang Yong let go of his hand.

"me……"

"name."

"Pig, Inoda Ichiro..."

"What?"

Zhang Yong said that he heard it, but he seemed to have heard it wrong again.

Pig field? This name is interesting.

"Bamboo field. Bamboo of bamboo. Bamboo." The spy hurriedly defended.

Zhang Yong then nodded.

Very good. This spy is easy to deal with.

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

So I brought a stool and sat down.

Look at Shi Bingdao.

"Would you like to sit and listen?"

"Need not."

Shi Bingdao shook his head.

He is still more accustomed to standing.

The main reason is that what happened just now, he has not seen for a long time.

Zhang Yong knocked out a random person and dragged him in, and then he was a spy. And then the spy actually confessed.

It feels so metaphysical.

He needs to take a good look at it and explain it scientifically.

He only believed in science and did not believe in gods and gods. He believed that there must be secrets in it. Maybe Zhang Yong used a blind method.

"Say it." Zhang Yong gestured to the Japanese spy.

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

The key is, I don’t know what Zhang Yong wants to hear.

What if I take the hammer again...

I really want to say, can you put the hammer further away? I look scared...

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

He felt it was so embarrassing to the Japanese Empire. How could he be afraid?

However, such a big hammer...

It should be made of pig iron. It's so big and octagonal.

It is estimated to be at least twenty or thirty pounds...

"Who did the radio station go to?" Zhang Yong asked.

"I don't know. I'm only responsible for delivering." The spy quickly replied.
To be continued...