"Using a child to blackmail is too shameful." Ueda mocked.

"Mr. Ueda overestimated me. I have never been a person who can stand on the stage."

Wei Ran said, but he had already pulled one of the little guy's hands over and put it on the edge of the table, "I heard that you have a tradition of cutting off your little finger to apologize for sins. How about the son pays for the sin of the father?"

"Whatever you want," Ueda replied with a sneer.

"Well, I really don't want to do anything to children."

Wei Ran shook the bayonet in his hand and stuck it on a chair on the side. He tied the little guy's limbs to the table legs with strips of cloth. Then he walked to Ueda's side, picked up the rag and stuffed it again.

Entered his mouth and tied it with a rope.

"If you can't bear it anymore and decide to answer my question, just shake your head."

Before Wei Ran finished speaking, he opened the joint of his left thumb with a "click!" At the same time, Ueda also let out a scream that was stuck in his throat.

Next, on the second floor shrouded in moonlight, there was a crisp clicking sound that never stopped.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! As joint after joint was disassembled, Ueda's body gradually became limp, as if he had turned into a puppet on strings.

However, until Wei Ran took apart the last joint he could take apart, Ueda, who was already in pain and sweating profusely, still did not shake his head.

"I call this torture method shadow puppetry."

Wei Ran moved his hands and introduced in Japanese to the panting Ueda, "I invented it myself, and it was also a graduation project left by my teacher for me. Unfortunately, I finished my graduation project, and I

But I was fired, so this graduation project was never completed.

You are good. I have been looking for someone like you who can make me motivated and guilt-free. I will let you help me complete this graduation project later. If it fails, I will do it again with the following woman.

And then there’s the little guy.”

Having said this, Wei Ran had already gone downstairs and walked into the deserted yard.

"Did the little guy survive?" Tao Canhua, who was guarding the gate, asked in a low voice.

"It will take a while"

As Wei Ran spoke, he had already walked to the car, rummaged around in the trunk and took out an axe, went to the courtyard wall and chopped down a bamboo as thick as his wrist.

"What are you doing with bamboo?" Tao Canhua asked curiously.

"Making splints"

Wei Ran responded with a natural expression and went upstairs again carrying the one-meter-long piece of fresh bamboo.

Under Ueda's horrified gaze, Wei Ran broke open the bamboo. Wei Ran used his bayonet to slowly cut out a few bamboo sticks that could be used for barbecue, and then dragged Ueda, who was limp and out of control, to the broken sofa.

Gently picking up one of its hands and placing it on the armrest, Wei Ran put a bamboo stick against its wrist joints and said with a crazy smile on his face, "Next, I will put it in every joint of yours."

They all nailed a bamboo stick into the sofa.

Of course, you don’t have to worry, the bamboo stick is thin enough and you won’t bleed much, so according to my design, you won’t die.”

Before he finished speaking, the bamboo stick in Wei Ran's hand had already passed through the dislocated wrist joint as Ueda shook his head wildly, and with a "pop" it penetrated into the already cracked sofa.

“This has just begun, why can’t I stand it?”

Wei Ran threw the dozen bamboo sticks he was holding on the table in dissatisfaction, and helped Ueda fix his chin with a click, and even helped him move a bit, and then asked, "Where is the radio station?"

Coming?"

Ueda, who was shaking all over in pain, answered with difficulty, "When we occupied the British and French Concession, we found it from the British consulate."

"Tell me about the crane organization," Wei Ran lit a cigarette and asked, "Who took the lead in establishing it, how many people there are, where are they, and Furukawa's identity."

However, when this question was asked, Ueda shuddered and chose silence again.

"Okay, keep playing."

Before Wei Ran finished speaking, he had already blocked Zhitian's mouth with a rag. Ignoring his frantic shaking of his head, he picked up a bamboo stick and nailed it into the sofa through his finger knuckles.

Pulling out the cloth again, Ueda suddenly started shouting for help in Japanese.

Covering the other person's mouth, Wei Ran pinched his cheeks and stuffed the ball of cloth inside, then ignored his frantic shaking of his head and continued to complete his graduation project with a cold face.

In the severe pain again and again, all the joints of Ueda's arm, starting from the shoulder, were nailed to the sofa with bamboo sticks. He himself was already in a state of embarrassment due to the severe pain, where he was urinating and crying.

Pulling out the cloth again, Wei Ran lit another cigarette and said with a cold face, "Keep shouting?"

This time, Ueda just shook his head in despair and said to himself, "You are abusing prisoners of war. According to the Japanese..."

"Intelligence officers do not enjoy the treatment of prisoners of war. What's more, I am just a bodyguard and I don't have to abide by the Geneva Convention."

Wei Ran reminded him while whittling a bamboo stick, "So if you talk nonsense again, I'll put your other hand on the sofa."

"I am not the one who led the establishment of He, but I am the only one who knows all the secrets of He." Zhida looked at Wei Ran as if he had a chance to win, "I want to negotiate terms with you."

"Say," Wei Ran responded simply, and at the same time poked a cut bamboo stick on the sofa.

Shivering subconsciously, Ueda put forward his conditions, "You must save the child first, and you must let me see the child and his mother board the passenger ship bound for England."

"Answer the questions I just asked first. I want to see your value." Wei Ran said seriously.

"There are thirteen cranes in total"

Ueda said tremblingly, "Only they themselves know how many crane feathers each of them has. I am only responsible for gathering intelligence and transmitting orders. I don't know where they are or their identities."

"Furukawa's identity"

"He is from the Black Dragon Association's pioneering group and is responsible for providing financial support to the crane I am responsible for." Ueda immediately answered.

"So what is your purpose of borrowing the Chunhua Opera Troupe?" Wei Ran asked slowly.

"The war will be over soon, and the orders we have received are dormant."

Ueda explained, "Chunhua Troupe, Meixiang and Xiao Su's mother are the best disguised identities."

"Including Xiao Su's mother?" Wei Ran raised his eyebrows, "So you are planning to kill Furukawa?"

"He knows too many secrets," Ueda said after a moment of silence, "Crane should not be controlled by the Black Dragon Society."

"Yumi is also a crane?"

"She is the thirteenth crane, who is responsible for supervising me."

Ueda said, "I originally planned to use this incident to let her take her Crane Feather to replace Chunhua Opera Troupe and Meixiang's identity. Taking this opportunity, I took my wife to escape from the Crane Organization and the Chinese battlefield to start a new life."

Life."

"So your bargaining chip is the communication password and list of those 12 cranes?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.

"Can we trade?" Ueda asked with a sigh of relief.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The lie was well written, I almost believed it." As Wei Ran spoke, he picked up the rag and stuffed it into Zhida's mouth again.

Ignoring the old guy who was shaking his head crazily, Wei Ran nailed his other arm and two legs to the armrest of the sofa, and used this to verify again and again.

Just when he was about to pull out all the bamboo sticks and ask for the communication password and list, Guan Bingwen came up from downstairs.

Guan Bingwen was obviously startled when he saw Ueda with both arms and legs tied to the armrests of the sofa.

"Wei, Brother Wei, what are you doing?" Guan Bingwen asked with a frown.

"Making specimens," Wei Ran responded nonchalantly, "How is the situation?"

"I drove the car into the Haihe River"

After Guan Bingwen finished speaking, he couldn't help but look at Zhitian again, "What did you ask?"

"I have asked some questions and verified them several times, but the most important thing has not been asked yet, and he is still lying." Wei Ran said, and informed Guan Bingwen of the information he had just asked.

"Then the child is still alive?" Guan Bingwen turned to look at the child tied to the table.

"I'm sure I'm alive. Don't worry about my craftsmanship." Wei Ran replied confidently, "Should I continue to ask?"

"No"

Guan Bingwen walked up to Zhitian and said with an indifferent expression, "There is no need to insist anymore. Your nominal wife and the crane downstairs have all been recruited."

"What did you say?" Ueda suddenly raised his head.

"That big opium shop on the Haihe River, next to the pier."

After Guan Bingwen reported an address, he walked to the back of the sofa and asked in a low voice, "Youmi is not a crane. She can only be regarded as a crane feather, right?"

Ignoring Zhita who was banging the back of the seat crazily with the back of his head, Guan Bingwen picked up the ball of cloth full of saliva and blood and blocked Zhita's mouth, then tied it carefully with a cloth strip, and then said, "Wei

Brother, we have to go back to the dormitory to get some stuff first."

"Where's this side?" Wei Ran asked as he followed the other person downstairs.

"Uncle Mute is downstairs, just leave the rest to him."

"How did you ask just now?" Wei Ran asked curiously. He knew that Uncle Mute was there. When he was busy just now, Uncle Mute stood at the top of the stairs and took a look.

"Uncle Mute brought the woman up to take a look," Guan Bingwen said with a grin, "Then the woman said everything. She cherishes her life far more than Ueda."

"Working in vain"
Chapter completed!