Huxi, Daxi Road, Poly Cars.

In the dark basement, Wu Sibao, with a flesh-faced face, a smiling face, and a gloomy Ichiro Asano, Nakamura and others were all there.

"Wu Sang, don't you mind borrowing your territory, do you?"

"I don't mind, I don't mind. It's a honor for Wu to be able to serve the Japanese Empire." Wu Sibao's flattering smile and trembling flesh looked really disgusting.

"Let everyone out." Asano Ichiro waved his hand.

"Okay, go out, go out, what's the best thing to look like? Hurry up..." Wu Sibao waved his hand with his eyebrows down and ordered his men to go out.

"Wu Sang, you go out too."

"I'll go out too..." Wu Sibao pointed his hand and said.

"Yes, there are some things that Wu Sang should not know, so as not to cause trouble for himself." Asano Ichiro explained.

"I understand, I understand, I'll go out, go out." Wu Sibao nodded. He would borrow his own place tonight and use it without caring about anything else. He only cares about the Japanese who can give him wealth and power. As for the others, he doesn't care.

This basement is a place where Wu Sibao specializes in kidnapping and extorting Tibetans. It also has a private torture hall, and the torture instruments inside are not bad at all compared to the torture room of the special high-class class.

Bang, bang...

The whip was soaked in salt water and beat the flesh. A dull sound made on the body, and screams kept coming from the mouth of a Chinese man in his thirties.

"Say, was the case of Yarpe Road in the French Concession done by your Iron Blood Anti-Traits Group?"

"No, you're wrong. I'm not an iron-blooded anti-traitor group..."

"I'm still stubborn, beat me hard!"

"Hayi!"

The whipping lasted for nearly ten minutes, and the man was beaten and almost disappeared. The two Japanese plainclothes who were executed took off their clothes excitedly and gasped. They used their strength to feed themselves.

"Sir, I've fainted."

"Wake up with cold water and continue!" Lieutenant Kamakura, who was supervising the execution, snorted coldly.

"Hayi!"

"You, kill me, I don't know anything, kill me..." The cold water puddle fell down, and Qian Peilin trembled like a whisper, opening his mouth, like a fish floating on the water, gasping and roaring.

"Qian Peilin, we know you are the subordinate of the military advisor, why should you cover up the crimes committed by others?" Lieutenant Kamakura walked over, reached out and pinched Qian Peilin's cheek, and said, "You should just say it well, it will be good for you and me."

"I, I don't know what you are talking about. I am just an ordinary businessman, just doing some small business. What's the use of you arresting me?" Qian Peilin said tremblingly.

"I'm still stubborn!" Lieutenant Kamakura sneered, "Continue."

"Vomit..." The bright red pepper water poured down, causing Qian Peilin's entire stomach to spasm, and he went in from his mouth and came out of his nostrils, and his whole face twisted in pain.

"Qian Peilin, do you say it or not!"

"I said, I said..." Qian Peilin finally couldn't stand it anymore and whimpered in pain.

"Tell me, what happened to the assassination of Mr. Zhou Yuanquan on Yarpei Road?" Lieutenant Kamakura waved his hand, and the two Japanese plainclothes who were executed retreated aside.

"As a key member of the Party and the State, Zhou Yuanquan publicly spreads remarks that he would lose the War of Resistance Against Japan, defected to the Japanese, and became a traitor in the organization and maintenance association. He had long been on the list of our "Iron Blood Anti-Traits Group"..." Qian Peilin was not stupid either. He heard that the Japanese regarded him as a "Iron Blood Anti-Traits Group". As long as he admitted this, it had nothing to do with the Military Control Commission anyway, and he was not a traitor.

"Qian Peilin, what are you doing in the Iron Blood Anti-Traitor Group? Have you ever seen the 'Military Advisor'?" Asano Ichiro walked over with a plaid handkerchief in his hand and covered his mouth.

"The 'Military Advisor' Shenlong saw his head but didn't see his tail. I am just a little person, only responsible for some news legends, and I have never seen it."

"You have seen the subordinates of the 'military advisor, such as Huang San and Tan Si?" Asano Ichiro asked.

"I, I have never seen Huang San and Tan Si. I have only seen a man named Lao Liu. They all call him Skinny Monkey." Qian Peilin thought for a moment and said.

"Lao Liu Shou Monkey, what is he doing?"

"Lao Liu is the general person in charge of liaison and transportation. He was once the famous 'little master' on the beach. Everyone knows it on the road, everyone knows it." Qian Peilin said.

"What is 'Little Master'?" Asano Ichiro was stunned when he heard this.

"That's our jargon. In fact, it's just a thief. You can also call them a gentleman on the Liang Dynasty." Qian Peilin smiled sadly.

"Flying Thieves?" This reminded Ichiro Asano of theft of Masako Akiyama's apartment. I'm afraid it was done by this thin monkey Lao Liu. "Can you tell me what this thin monkey Lao Liu look like?"

"Yes." Qian Peilin lowered his head and thought for a while, gritted his teeth and said, if he wanted to pass the Japanese level, he would have a dead fellow Taoist, and I would not die.

"Very good, Mr. Qian, if you had known that you would have worked with us so happily, you would not have suffered so much." Asano Ichiro covered his mouth and sighed softly.

With a wave of his hand, he ordered someone to put Qian Peilin off the rack.

"Take a place for Mr. Qian and take good care of it, so that he can tell you the portrait of the thin monkey Lao Liu and all the knowledge about the "Iron Blood Anti-Traits Group"." Asano Ichiro ordered.

"Hayi!"

...

"Mr. Asano, that boy is helping me?" After coming out of the basement, Wu Sibao approached with a flattering smile on his face.

"Wu Sang, you did a good job this time. I'll ask Nakajima to send you the bounty tomorrow." Asano Ichiro nodded, "Your car business is open as usual during the day, but you have to change to my person, do you understand?"

"I understand, understand." Wu Sibao smiled. The Japanese in Shanghai are the most powerful. For the sake of glory and wealth, why didn't he know to hold his big legs tightly?

"I heard that Wu Sang will change the gun?"

"You know how to play a little, you're just playing around." Wu Sibao smiled embarrassedly, and his old truth was almost completely wiped out by the Japanese.

"When will I take me to visit your secret factory?" Asano Ichiro smiled and patted Wu Sibao on the shoulder.

"Mr. Asano was joking. It was not a factory, but only a small workshop. Usually, it only processes some auto parts and other things. It is illegal to change guns..."

"Okay, I don't care what you do. As long as you do things for the Great Japanese Empire, that's enough." Asano Ichiro said, "Don't ask the person inside, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand, understand, don't worry, I just pretend that I didn't see this person." Wu Sibao agreed frequently.

...

The Military Control Commission's reaction was a bit slow. It was not until the afternoon of the next day that they discovered that Qian Peilin was missing. Of course, Qian Peilin was just a pseudonym.

Qian Peilin's real name is Chen Ming, and he is a hidden person in charge of personnel affairs in the Shanghai District of the Military Control Commission.

Of course, the Japanese did not have this information. They only discovered Qian Peilin's military command identity through the dancer Fengxian, but did not know who he was.

But as soon as Qian Peilin disappeared, it was a major event for the Military Control Commission to fall.

Although this guy doesn't have the secrets of the operation, he is in charge of personnel affairs. There are people in the Shanghai District of the Military Control Commission, lurking team, intelligence team, operation team, etc. He doesn't know the secrets, at least he has mastered a lot!

If he surrenders to the enemy and treason, it will be a disaster for the Military Control Commission Shanghai District.

No. 106, Lin, 100 Jing'ansi Road, inside the safe house of the district mayor Zou Huai.

"Have you found someone?" Zou Huai looked a little nervous. Qian Peilin knew him, and the two had a superior and subordinate relationship, and they had a lot of interactions.

If he falls into the Japanese, he, the head of the Military Control Commission, will be in danger of being exposed.

"No!" The head of the intelligence team shook his head, "We have searched all the places Chen Ming often goes to, but there are not."

"Qian Peilin is so greedy. Will he be lying in that woman's arms and not awake yet?" said Yin Ping, an adjutant of Zou Huai.

"Do you think it's possible? I haven't given an order, alcohol and sex are wrong. Those of us who are moving underground on the enemy's eyelids must be careful, otherwise we will be moved when we sleep!" Zou Huai scolded the spoken subordinate fiercely.

"District, do you want to notify the brothers who are in contact with Qian Peilin to evacuate immediately?" Ling Zhijiang asked.

"Wait a minute, now we are evacuating now, aren't our business going to waste these days?" Zou Huai said, "Boss Dai knows, can we avoid us?"

"Let's watch the changes first, let the brothers stay alert and be ready to evacuate at any time!" Zou Huai ordered.

"yes."

...

"Ichiroichi Asano. Didn't go back to the hotel at night?" Tang Jin was a little surprised after hearing Qi Huan's report.

"Yes." Qi Huan said.

"I know what this guy is doing?" Tang Jin asked.

"I don't know, he was not in the French Concession. Our people followed him into the public concession and were dumped. No one knew where he went." Qi Huan said.

"If you get rid of us, there must be some secret that you don't want people to know. If you ask your subordinates to keep a close eye on me, as long as he is not causing trouble in the French Concession, we don't have to worry about him." Tang Jin ordered.

"Yes, Inspector."
Chapter completed!