Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 621 Is this person really a college student? What does Lao Zhong’s university teach students?
"oi, oi!"

He Songling, who was sleeping soundly behind the enemy, felt his body shaken and was slapped several times on the face. He had been hanging out with Li Yunlong for a long time, so he didn't even open his eyes and said, "Who dares to hit me? Do you want to live?"

"The second-in-command of the Independent Group, Mr. Zhao."

The response he got was Yamamoto Ikki speaking Japanese with a colonel's accent, and his subordinates translated it into Chinese: "You don't seem to understand the situation. This is not your independent regiment. There is no place for you to show off your authority."

"Oh, you guys."

He Songling took a look and realized that this should be a residential building in Zhaojiayu. After the independent regiment led the villagers to retreat, Yamamoto only occupied an empty village. His eyes revealed a teasing look, "That's right, you really don't want to live anymore."

"Mr. Zhao is indeed a soldier. He has a violent temper, just like one of your soldiers I captured before. He has no fear of death."

Yamamoto Ikki also sneered when he heard this: "It's just that I used your Lao Zhong's torture and said I would cut him 3,600 times, but he surrendered before he even took the first cut. Mr. Zhao, as his superior, I hope he can perform better."

"Zhu Ziming. You really think that kid is a breakthrough? So I say you are stupid." He Songling shrugged indifferently: "You also said that the kid betrayed before he even took the first blow. With this kind of mentality, do you expect him to hide it from me?"

As He Songling spoke, he deliberately gave a provocative smile: "I've been waiting for you, the bastard, to come over and fuck your mother. So, the loss tonight is pretty big, right?" He Songling was not polite at all to the old devil Yamamoto, and every sentence he said had to contain a swear word.

"Okay, okay, I heard that Mr. Zhao is a cultured person from your country's higher education institution. He is indeed very intelligent." Yamamoto Ikki thought of the fact that more than half of his special forces were injured, and his back teeth were almost broken. "However, you still underestimated the strength of our yellow fungus. Even if you set an ambush, you were still caught by us."

"Catch me if you can. Kill me if you can. Don't just bark here." He Songling looked at Yamamoto Ikki with contempt. "Aren't you a special forces soldier? Untie the rope for me. Let's fight one on one. You're done for if I don't do it."

"Is this guy really a cultured person like Lao Zhong?" Yamamoto Ikki was stunned by the scolding. He turned his head and looked at his subordinate who was responsible for collecting intelligence in confusion and asked, "What does the university here teach?"

It must be said that Yamamoto Ikki was unlucky. If he really caught a college student of this era, he might have been quite elegant, but He Songling was a college student from 80 years later. The main character is a violent and foul-mouthed person with a lot of motherfucking content.

While Yamamoto was asking questions, He Songling was talking non-stop. In just over ten seconds, Yamamoto's mother had sex four or five times in a variety of positions. Yamamoto had never hated himself so much. Why was he so rigorous and had to make full preparations for everything in advance? If he didn't understand Chinese, wouldn't he have been spared this scolding?

Yamamoto's men were also sweating profusely, and they quickly flipped through the papers in their hands. "Well, according to the information, it is true, and his grades are excellent."

"Mr. Zhao, shut up!"

Finally, Yamamoto was so angry that He Songling began to doubt his life. He pressed He Songling's shoulders roughly, with a beast-like murderous look in his eyes.

"What, you can't stand it anymore, you want to fight me one-on-one?" He Songling was afraid of his murderous aura? He slept in the same bed with the female killer every day and was never afraid. What else could Yamamoto Ikki do except spit on his face?
"Come here, I promise to beat you so hard that your mother won't recognize you."

"Shut up!" Yamamoto yelled angrily, "Zhao Gang, you don't understand the situation! Now you are a prisoner, a captive, I can kill you at any time! Cooperating with us is your only way to survive!"

"What cooperation? I am the leader of the main force in the field, not a spy. I know nothing except how much your mother sells for a full set and how much for a night out." He Songling looked innocent, his eyes clear as if he had returned to his past life as a stupid college student. "Mr. Zhao, vulgar words are useless. Don't challenge my patience again and again."

The little devil must have been scolded too much, and now he was able to calm down and talk to He Songling: "You are not a spy, but you know much more information than a spy. As long as you tell us the location, garrison deployment, and scope of activities of your Eighth Route Army headquarters truthfully, then you will be a friend of our great Japanese yellow fungus.

As a friend, I can forgive your offense and even treat you decently. You can rest assured that the treatment you receive will be better than that you received in the Eighth Route Army. We Huangjun treat our friends with sincerity. I believe you will soon feel this."

"You and I have always been friends."

He Songling's words made Yamamoto think that his threat worked, but he didn't expect that He Songling's next sentence would make him look even more embarrassed: "In our Lao Zhong, dogs have always been our best friends. Don't worry, I treat you like my own son. I will give you a new dog bowl to eat from later."

"Okay, Zhao Gang, you have a tough bone."

Yamamoto Ikki stood up, stepped back a few steps, snatched the exquisite Finnish knife stuck in his subordinate's body, and gestured to He Songling, "In this case, I will try something on you that I didn't have the chance to experiment on Zhu Ziming. I'm not very good at torture, so it's a simple one, sorry to embarrass you."

"Come on, frown, you are not raised by me!" He Songling felt that he should thank himself for listening to crosstalk in his previous life, otherwise he might not have so many words when swearing.

Yamamoto didn't waste any words, he held the knife and stabbed He Songling's kidney, and after the knife went in, he twisted it fiercely. He gritted his teeth, his eyes showed a bloodthirsty and cruel light, trying to see the pain and fear on He Songling's face.

However, when he looked up, he could only see He Songling looking at him expressionlessly and asking, "Are you in?"

Every man knows how destructive this sentence is.

"what!!"

Yamamoto Ikki roared, frowned, and stabbed He Songling four or five times. After pulling out, he still tried to thrust it back in, stirring it left and right. Yamamoto Ikki had indeed not learned much about torture, but as a special forces soldier, he knew how to inflict the least trauma on people while causing the most pain.

He dared to guarantee that even an iron man would cry out with just these few moves.

He raised his head expectantly and met He Songling's innocent gaze.

The scene was very embarrassing for a while.

"How about I pretend to act it out?"

(End of this chapter)