My spy diary

Chapter 517 Interrogation (Part )

Only a small part of the cigarette was left, burning in Yang Wenzhong's hand. He looked up:

"What day are you talking about?"

"March 26th, four days ago."

"Now I remember, it rained heavily that night, didn't it?"

"Yes!" He Shangyou was a little excited, "What did you do?"

"What am I doing?" Yang Wenzhong was silent for a while, as if he was recalling and struggling.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were on him, waiting for his next words.

Zhang Yi's face looked a little unhappy.

Wang Xuedong and others looked at Zhang Yi, then at He Shangyou, and silently tightened their guns in their hands.

He Shangyou had also secretly grasped the handle of the gun with his hand, his eyes full of hope.

Zhang Yi stood there without changing his expression.

The air seemed to freeze.

At the same time, in the secret room of the confidential office, Dai Chunfeng and Mao Qiwu, who were monitoring the interrogation, simultaneously turned up the volume of their headphones by twice.

After a while, Yang Wenzhong, who had been sitting quietly, slowly stood up. Covered in wounds and blood, he raised his head, straightened his body, looked directly at He Shangyou, and spoke. His voice was weak, but full of calmness and calmness:
"He should be sleeping, what happened?"

"Asshole!" He Shangyou was completely stunned. The hope in his eyes completely disappeared. Realizing that he was being played, he roared in exasperation, rushed forward, grabbed Yang Wenzhong's hair, and hit Yang Wenzhong's face with the butt of the gun. Yang Wenzhong would naturally not sit and wait for death. He immediately strangled He Shangyou's neck with both hands and bit his ear fiercely. He Shangyou was caught off guard and was strangled to the point of almost suffocating. His mouth was open like a dead fish, and he made a retching sound. Then he screamed again. He subconsciously put the gun to He Shangyou's jaw and pulled the trigger.

Everyone was stunned by this scene, and no one could make the most effective response for a moment.

Zhang Yi was also stunned for a moment before he reacted and shouted, "Don't shoot!"

Then he turned his head and shouted to the equally stunned spy:
"You useless bastard, what are you standing there for?"

The few people came to their senses then and rushed forward in a panic, but because He Shangyou was strangled by the neck and his ears were bitten, they dared not move too much. After a lot of effort, they still failed to separate the two.

Wang Xuedong was quick-witted and hit Yang Wenzhong's neck with a knife. Yang Wenzhong's body swayed and he was about to fall. The strength in his hand unconsciously loosened. He Shangyou took the opportunity to break free, stepped aside, covered his bleeding ear, gasped for breath, and looked extremely ugly.

Dai Chunfeng put down the monitoring headphones and his face became serious.

At the same time, Mao Qiwu also put down his headphones with a grim look on his face.

"Lao He, are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

These words sounded like a mockery to He Shangyou. He looked gloomy and snorted coldly, "You can't die."

As he said this, he pointed his gun at Yang Wenzhong, who had been handcuffed again and fixed on the interrogation chair, "Wake him up."

After a while, Yang Wenzhong woke up. He struggled to raise his head and spat blood foam at He Shangyou: "Old dog, you are lucky that I couldn't kill you!"

He Shangyou smiled sinisterly, walked over quickly, and grabbed his hair: "Are you going to fight to the end?"

Yang Wenzhong looked at him with disdain and closed his eyes.

After a moment of silence, He Shangyou signaled the secret agent beside him to drag the frightened Mrs. Yang to the corner of the wall. He pointed his gun at Mrs. Yang and turned to ask Yang Wenzhong:

"If your wife dies because of you, won't you feel guilty?"

Yang Wenzhong clenched his teeth and held back from saying anything.

"Just say anything. For example, the person you met today. If you say something, she will suffer less."

"Marry a chicken, follow the chicken; marry a dog, follow the dog. What I owe her in this life, I will repay her in the next life." Yang Wenzhong opened his eyes, looked at his wife lovingly, then retracted his gaze and looked at He Shangyou sarcastically, "I can die, but I will never betray my soldiers." "Do you admit that you are a Red Party member now? It's too late!" He Shangyou's face was extremely gloomy and terrifying. As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and fired a shot. With a "bang", the bullet hit Mrs. Chen.

"Bang," "Bang," two more shots were fired, and Mrs. Chen fell to the ground twitching.

Wang Xuedong ran up and felt her pulse: "She's dead."

He Shangyou sneered: "Drag him out and feed him to the dogs."

After saying this, he turned his gaze to the terrified little boy and pointed to the blood-stained corner, "Take him over there."

Zhang Yi's face darkened.

Wang Xuedong roughly picked up the little boy, who was hanging in the air and crying in fear. Wang Xuedong smiled evilly, dragged him over, and pressed him against the wall.

The little boy was screaming heart-wrenchingly as he was pressed at the place where his mother was beaten to death, with his back against the blood-stained wall.

He Shangyou pointed a gun at him.

"It's never too late to mend the fence after the sheep have been lost. Mr. Yang, let me ask you again, what did you do that night?"

Yang Wenzhong was trembling slightly, and there were tears in his eyes, but his expression did not shrink. He tried his best to remain calm, and looked sideways at his son's thin and trembling body. Tears could no longer be stopped. "Son, I'm sorry. Dad thought he would watch you grow up slowly, have your own family in the future, and live in a new world without oppression, hunger and cold." He wiped away his tears and smiled firmly, "Son, don't be afraid."

Yang Wenzhong's deep voice echoed in the dirty and dark interrogation room, hammering every corner of this shady world.

"That's enough. Stop spreading rumors here. Stop talking nonsense about the new world." He Shangyou snorted coldly and interrupted him. "Mr. Yang, I'll ask you one last time. Will you tell me or not?"

silence.

He Shangyou pulled the trigger with his index finger: "Will you tell me or not?"

Still silent.

"Then let him die." He Shangyou was furious. He raised his hand and pulled the trigger at the little boy.

At this moment, Zhang Yi reacted quickly. He grabbed He Shangyou's wrist with his right hand like lightning and lifted it up with force. With a "bang", a gunshot rang out and the bullet grazed the little boy's scalp and shot into the wall.

"Zhang Yi, what are you doing?"

"What? How can you attack a child?" Zhang Yi glanced at him coldly, then slowly walked to Yang Wenzhong. He was not as aggressive as He Shangyou, but spoke in a very calm tone:
"Mr. Yang, I admire people with faith. When it comes to ideas, everyone has their own masters. I understand you. But now I am not talking to you about ideas, I am only talking to you about being a person. Your wife is dead and your child is left alone. Don't you feel guilty at all? For the sake of your child, shouldn't you say something?"

Yang Wenzhong was silent for a while, and took a breath with trembling lips. He seemed to have used up the last bit of his strength and raised his voice:

"Director Zhang? Thank you, thank you for your kindness. But I can't say anything. I still say that everyone has to die, some are lighter than a feather, some are heavier than Mount Tai. I can die, but I will never betray my soldiers.

Of course, as a human being, who doesn’t have selfish desires? Who doesn’t want his wife, children and elders to live happily? But no matter how selfish I am, I can’t drag others to die for the sake of my life and the lives of my wife and children. No matter if they are my comrades or those who have never met but are working hard for the same goal together.

Besides, if I betrayed my own son in front of him, even if he survived, he would still despise me. Of course, you won’t understand what I’m saying, and you may never understand it. That’s all I have to say. I just hope you die quickly! ”

He said it lightly, but it made everyone in the interrogation room's heads buzz.

In the entire interrogation room, there were very few people who truly knew the Red Party. At this time, they all looked at him with very complicated eyes. Many people asked themselves for the first time: Is this the real Red Party?

Zhang Yi's heart was also shaken. Although he did not experience the torture of physical and mental destruction like Yang Wenzhong, his heart was tormented. This torture was also exhausting. He sighed: "Is this your last words?"

Yang Wenzhong didn't say anything else. He turned around and looked at his son again, with an expression of love and nostalgia on his face.

Zhang Yi seemed to have a premonition of something. Before he could react, Yang Wenzhong suddenly bit off his tongue, then lowered his body, covered his mouth tightly with both hands, and blood flowed out.

"Hurry, send him to the hospital!" Zhang Yi shouted before the secret agents reacted, rushed over, pried open Yang Wenzhong's hands, and carried him out.

(End of this chapter)