Spy War: I am the Living King of Hell

Chapter 310: Craftsmanship

Ichiro Miyamoto lived in a detached villa. In order to ensure safety as much as possible, Yang Xuewu did not prepare for action until after 2 a.m.

Taking advantage of the night, Yang Xuewu sneaked into the villa where Ichiro Miyamoto lived and quietly eliminated the two guards at the door of the villa.

Then Yang Xuewu entered the villa and quietly came to the door of Ichiro Miyamoto's room.

Hearing the heavy breathing in Miyamoto Ichiro's room, Yang Xuewu suddenly became nervous.

There were more than 20 Japanese military police guarding Ichiro Miyamoto's villa, and Japanese troops were stationed nearby. If his whereabouts were exposed, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

For safety reasons, Yang Xuewu took nearly three minutes to open the sliding door a crack. Seeing that Ichiro Miyamoto had no reaction, Yang Xuewu breathed a sigh of relief.

At this point, Yang Xuewu was able to end the battle quickly. He quickly entered the room, and before Miyamoto Ichiro could react, he knocked him out with a single knife.

At this point, Yang Xuewu's mission to capture Ichiro Miyamoto can be said to be half completed.

The remaining half was that he successfully brought Ichiro Miyamoto back for interrogation. Yang Xuewu had already thought of the interrogation location, which was the "Anti-Japanese Traitor Extermination Group" base. There was a specially set up interrogation room in the base, which was just right for interrogating Ichiro Miyamoto.

As a senior executive of the Japanese spy organization, it takes a lot of effort to get Ichiro Miyamoto to speak.

Then Yang Xuewu took out a sack, put Ichiro Miyamoto into it, and left the villa quietly.

Through his various genetic skills, Yang Xuewu left Hongkou safely.

After getting out of Hongkou, Yang Xuewu was already sweating all over. Although he was extremely strong and had extraordinary endurance, he was exhausted after carrying a living person for several kilometers.

However, after leaving Hongkou, Yang Xuewu had more options. He took out a bicycle from the space, put Miyamoto Ichiro on the bumper of the bicycle, and rode away.

At five o'clock in the morning, when it was getting light, Yang Xuewu finally arrived at the gate of the base.

Hearing the noise outside, Xiaohui and Rao Hanhua quickly prepared for battle, but after Yang Xuewu revealed his identity, the two quickly opened the large iron gate of the base.

"Brother Wu, why are you here?" Xiaohui asked in surprise.

"Don't ask so many questions first, let's go inside." Yang Xuewu asked Xiaohui to carry the sack and asked Rao Hanhua to close the iron door, and the three of them came into the house.

"Xiaohui, this is the Japanese spy I captured. Go put him in the interrogation room. I'm going to take a nap first. When I wake up, I will interrogate him myself." Yang Xuewu said, pointing at the sack.

"Yes, Brother Wu."

Xiaohui and Rao Hanhua took action immediately and took Miyamoto Ichiro to the interrogation room, while Yang Xuewu went to his lounge to rest.

……

At 9 o'clock in the morning, Yang Xuewu woke up. He had something on his mind and basically couldn't sleep soundly.

"Brother, has that guy woken up?" Yang Xuewu asked while eating the breakfast made for him by his elder brother Rao Hanhua.

"Not long after you fell asleep, the Japanese spy woke up, but Xiaohui knocked him out again. Now Xiaohui is watching him personally."

"That's great, let's go to the interrogation room together."

After wiping his hands, Yang Xuewu took Rao Hanhua to the interrogation room in the basement.

"Brother Wu, you're awake."

"Well, Xiaohui, go get a bucket of water and pour it over him to wake him up." Looking at Ichiro Miyamoto who was tied to a wooden stake, Yang Xuewu said to Xiaohui.

"Yes, Brother Wu." A minute later, Xiaohui came to the interrogation room carrying a large bucket of water, walked to Ichiro Miyamoto, aimed at Ichiro Miyamoto's head, and poured the water in the bucket over him.

Ichiro Miyamoto woke up immediately after being stimulated by the water.

"Who are you?" Ichiro Miyamoto asked in panic.

When he woke up for the first time, Ichiro Miyamoto realized that he had been caught, but before he could say a few words, he was knocked unconscious again.

Hearing this, Yang Xuewu jokingly walked to Miyamoto Ichiro, lifted Miyamoto Ichiro's face with his hands and said, "Miyamoto Ichiro, my name is Yang Xuewu, you should know me well, right?"

"You are Yang Xuewu!" Miyamoto Ichiro said in surprise.

"Yes, aren't you surprised that we meet so soon?"

Upon hearing this, Ichiro Miyamoto was confused. Although he really wanted to meet Yang Xuewu, this was definitely not the way to do it.

His ideal way of meeting should be that Yang Xuewu was tied up in the interrogation room and he stood arrogantly in front of Yang Xuewu, instead of the current situation where it is the other way around.

"Why am I here?" After calming down a little, Ichiro Miyamoto asked.

"I'll just call you Miyamoto. Miyamoto, you're so stupid. Of course I brought you here to capture you. Could it be that the Japanese sent you to me?"

"You...!" Ichiro Miyamoto wanted to get angry, but thinking that he was now a prisoner, he suppressed his anger.

The Japanese are such a particularly tolerant people. If you are stronger than them, they can tolerate you shitting and peeing on their head. Basically, things like "a man's anger causing blood to splatter five steps away" will not happen.

But when he is stronger than you, he will treat you as his slave and let him control you. If you refuse, he will show his evil face and rob you by force. This has always been the case since ancient times.

"Miyamoto, you are a smart man. You should understand your current situation. I believe you are a smart man. Tell me, where is Yoshiko Kawashima?"

"Yang Xuewu, don't even think about getting any information from me." Miyamoto Ichiro looked ready to die.

"Haha, I like people like you who are tough on the outside." Yang Xuewu smiled.

Then he walked to a table nearby, on which were placed various torture instruments collected by Yang Xuewu, including glass bottles for "back-opening breasts", various knives for lingchi, and various tools, such as tools for castration, etc. In short, there were all kinds of strange things.

"Breast opening" was the first torture technique Yang Xuewu learned, so he naturally had to perform it first.

Ichiro Miyamoto was indeed very tough. He persisted until Yang Xuewu used the sixth glass bottle before he fainted from the pain. But how could Yang Xuewu let him rest while unconscious?

"Xiaohui, keep pouring water on him to wake him up."

Soon, Ichiro Miyamoto woke up again. After waking up, his whole body was convulsing in pain. Even though his will was strong enough, he could not bear the physical pain.

"Miyamoto, what do you think?" Yang Xuewu asked as he lit a cigarette.

Upon hearing this, Ichiro Miyamoto did not say anything. He looked at Yang Xuewu weakly, but there was no sign of submission in his eyes.

"Brother, Xiaohui, don't just stand there. Give him pepper spray, tiger bench, and nail pulling."

"If he doesn't tell me after I finish smoking this cigarette, I'll teach him a new skill. You can learn it then. It's especially useful for dealing with men."

The two men knew what Yang Xuewu's new skill was. Although they knew that Yang Xuewu's skill would not be used on them, they still couldn't help shivering and hurried to the side to choose torture instruments.

(End of this chapter)