Kuang Fu'an smiled softly when he heard this and said lightly: "It seems that Mr. Shengtian is not giving up until the Yellow River. It doesn't matter. After you taste the interrogation methods of our police station, let's talk about it.

Others say that the torture of Japanese intelligence agencies is very powerful, and I am not convinced. After the end, you can make an evaluation with your own personal experience, which can also help us improve our working methods."

"Bridge bean sack."

When Takaki Izuda heard the word "meaning" and begged, "Lao Dou went out and called me before you caught me. When I saw that I was caught, I would hide and avoid the follow-up investigation.

Please go to the police station to ask, I really saw your people talking to Lao Dou. This person is a white man, who is about thirty or forty years old, has a very high status and has many white bodyguards.

As long as you can find Lao Dou along this line, all questions will be solved. Mr. Kuang, I am the son-in-law of the Matsumoto family. If you let me go, the Matsumoto family will never treat you badly."

Kuang Fu'an was not interested in Takahi Izuda's bribery. He was interested in the mysterious intelligence broker named Lao Dou. The other party actually secretly traded the address of the underground party with the person in the police station.

Isn't this nonsense?

The traitors who were on the mission that day had all died at the scene. Those who survived were him and another Red Team member. If Lao Dou had such great powers, he would have been exposed long ago.

The most important thing is that, including John Kaiziwei, the people in the police station communicated with him very natural words and eyes. They never doubted themselves. This was the confidence of an underground worker.

However, judging from the confidentiality of the documents found in the house, Lao Dou seems to be very powerful. Can a liar get information from the British senior management and the navy? This is a bit contradictory.

If this person really existed, not fabricated by Takaki Izuda, and the other party did meet with the people in the police station and tried to trade some information, then there are only two possible situations.

First, Takaki Izuda did not lie, the document belonged to Laodou, the so-called underground party address was just Laodou was deceived, and there were no honest people who worked as intelligence brokers, and cheating was a common method.

But there is a problem. Will anyone really offend the Japanese Super League chief and the police station for a little money? Moreover, this person has a lot of high-level information, is this reasonable?

Instead of risking money, why not sell real information? There are people doing beheading business in this world, but no one does a loss-making business. Logically speaking, cheating on the police station is a loss-making business.

Second, Takaki Ioda is lying. Those secret documents are not Lao Dou at all, or they do not belong to Lao Dou. The other party is Ioda Takaki Ioda's subordinates or partners, and they are responsible for keeping the documents.

Judging from the fact that the document is in English, they are likely to be preparing for an intelligence transaction, and the party who purchases the intelligence is an English-speaking country, which uses English to facilitate the buyer to check.

The evidence is that Takaki Ioda is a Japanese, and Lao Dou is a Chinese according to the description. The official languages ​​of both countries are not in English. Why do you do if you have nothing to do with the documents in English? That's too troublesome.

Perhaps Lao Dou used the idea of ​​making a final profit and used the underground party address to use the Japanese Super League to meet with the people in the police station, but it may have been successful or unsuccessful.

Combined with the fact that the other party put the documents in the house, the possibility of this speculation is very high. Anyway, no matter how much information is sold, it is all Idiota Takaki, so why should he take it seriously? This is in line with human nature.

As for the person who traded with Lao Dou, white man, in his thirties or forties, he has a very status. A white bodyguard, a figure flashed through his mind. Yes, the Intelligence Alliance was originally formed by that person.

Kuang Fu'an thought for a few minutes, walked out to the prison phone number, answered John Kaiziwei's office, told Takahi Izuda's explanation to his own speculation, and finally concluded.

"Sir, I think the most urgent thing is to determine the existence of Laodou. By asking the neighbors around, this can be easily figured out, and then find a way to find someone who trades with Laodou.

After verifying these two points, the next job is to find the connection between Takaki Ioda and those documents without fingerprints. This may require the study of the content of the document, please approve it."

Laodou...

John Caziwei on the other side of the phone frowned. Unexpectedly, this incident had something to do with the intelligence dealer wearing a hat and a scarf, and then realized a more serious problem.

Lao Dou's meeting with him and Hasegawa Ryosuke is a secret. If the matter is spread, will London and the military departments think that the person who leaked the secret is him, a child from the Kaiziwei family?

He swallowed, thinking that this was very likely. He had been to the Shanghai base of the Far East Fleet more than once, and the king's physical condition was also the focus of close attention of all British nobles.

It's over, what a good scapegoat.

John Kaiziwei wiped his cold sweat and replied in an official tone: "We cannot be taken over by spy suspects. The speed of solving cases should be fast. Chinese is called "soldiers are the most important. You should first analyze the documents.

Once the document is confirmed to be related to Takaki Izuda, other things are not important. The empire needs wealth in Shanghai, and the police station needs to protect the people who create wealth, and Lao Dou is one of them.

In short, intelligence brokers are a profession that exists in fact, so there are reasons and reasons for their existence. Don’t worry about these things and focus all your energy on the investigation of Takaki Izuda.”

At the end, John Kaiziwei's tone became more and more severe, and even a little warning was there. He almost spoke directly and said that he would cover up Lao Dou. He believed that Kuang Fu'an could understand.

"Yes, I know how to do it."

Does Kuang Fu'an understand? Of course, he understands. After saying this, he has nothing to do with it. It is clear that the other party's butt is unclear and he is afraid that this matter will involve him, so the matter will be easier.

So he whispered to suggest: "Ichi thinks Ioda Takaki is delaying time and wants to wait for the Japanese consulate to come forward to rescue me. I will pay attention to this and seize the time to break through the confession."

“Okay, very good.”

John Kai Ziwei was satisfied, and after saying a few more words, he hung up the phone. He quietly breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but sigh that talking to smart people was relaxed. This Kuang deserves great promotion.

In the future, some confidential matters that are inconvenient to come forward can be handed over to the other party to deal with, and an instigator can also influence grassroots police. No matter how you look at it, it is a good idea to have any benefits and no harm.

In the prison, Kuang Fu'an didn't know that he was almost a confidant. He found a few fat and strong guards and walked into the cell again. This time he no longer smiled and said as soon as he entered.

"Take all your most powerful moves out of eight, and treat Mr. Izuda well. By the way, it's best not to leave obvious scars. It's a diplomat, so you should give them some face."

"Yes, Inspector Kwong."

The guards replied respectfully, and then brought the tiger bench. This method has no scars except for the binding marks. It is really a sharp method of torture and forced confessions.

In addition, unlike intelligence agencies, the police station does not have expensive electrocution equipment, so there are always more ways than difficulties. People’s wisdom is endless, and there are other ways to achieve electrocution.

A guard brought a telephone and a roll of telephone line from outside, quickly connected the forked end to Takaki Izuda's indescribable place, and then connected the end to the phone.

The old-fashioned mobile phone is actually a small hand-crank generator. The higher the speed, the greater the current, the greater the current through the human body, the more painful it will be, so as to achieve the purpose of interrogation.

The best thing is that the voltage of the telephone is not high, and after a few days, not to mention that the scars cannot be seen with the naked eye, even if the doctor examines it, it is difficult to find the traces of torture caused by this.

Kuang Fu'an watched coldly. It was not possible to lurk in such a place to be a good person. On the one hand, it could easily cause suspicion, but on the other hand, you can't get along with others. If you can't observe others, you will have no disciples.

He happened to be the chief inspector, and this time he used this Japanese spy to let some people in the police room see him, Mr. Kuang's power, so as not to cause trouble without any blind eye and delay his time.

"Go together, three bricks. This guy is an intelligence officer. He is different from those despicable people who carry bags and break into the air door. He can't do anything with ordinary methods. Don't be afraid. I'll take care of it if there is any problem."

Kuang Fu'an instructed coldly, then pulled a chair over, sat on it and knocked her legs crossed, lit a cigarette for herself, ready to appreciate Takaki Iota's ugly appearance.

"Baga, let me go."

On the other side, Takaki Izuda was pressed onto the tiger bench before he could react. How could he calm down? He immediately called out like a pig, making the people in the prison cells curse.

But soon, these people shrank into the corner like quails. The reason was that after the torture began, the howling that had been raised several degrees again. Now the fool knew what was going on.

"I'm a diplomat, you can't..."

"ah...."

The moment the hand-cranked telephone was turned on, Takaki Izuda's heart seemed to jump out of his throat, and a burning smell of flesh emerged from the indescribable point.

Hearing his scream, the policeman who was shaking the phone and shaking the handle, grinning, his eyes full of violence, and the speed of the shaking handle in his hand increased a little more, and the whimpering sound became faster and faster.

While enduring the unbearable burning sensation of the lower body, Takaki Ioda suffered a huge pain in his knees and legs. His mouth roared towards the ceiling, and a heat gushed out.

"md, cartilage."

The executioner spat. It was the first time they had seen a torture subject who had been incontinent so quickly. They had urinated so much, and the entire single cell was filled with a strong smell of odor.

"Rinse with water and continue."
Chapter completed!