dmims Chapter 58 Ancient and Cold Snow Mountain, Alone Illuminating Mount Emei
Chapter 58 Ancient and Cold Snow Mountain, Alone Illuminating Mount Emei
The alleyway where Wu Zhiguo was assassinated was filled with the mingled smells of blood and gunpowder, permeating the chilly night air.
A large number of police officers and Japanese military police have sealed off the entire block, and the people are all closing their doors and windows, for fear of being implicated!
Ma Gui awoke from his brief unconsciousness, the sharp pain in the back of his head and the stinging sensation from the darts on his cheeks and thighs instantly bringing him back to his senses.
He found himself still lying on the cold ground, while the ghostly gray-clad man (Liu Shisan) and Wu Zhiguo stood a few meters away, staring at him.
His survival instinct and the iron will instilled in him by the Military Intelligence Bureau made him hesitate almost without hesitation—defeat was inevitable.
Being arrested meant endless torture and the possibility of intelligence leaks; suicide was the only option and the final act of loyalty.
He swiftly reached for the highly toxic potassium cyanide capsule on the left side of his clothing.
He had practiced this set of moves countless times; they were as fast as lightning, and he was confident that he could complete them before the enemy could react.
However, he was not facing ordinary Japanese soldiers or policemen, but Liu Shisan, the "Divine Swallow," whose lightness skills and hidden weapons were unparalleled in central Shandong and whose hearing and eyesight far surpassed those of ordinary people.
As Ma Gui leaned to the left of his neck, a hint of mockery and disdain flashed in Liu Shisan's eyes.
To a master like him, Ma Gui's desperate speed was as slow as a child's clumsy imitation.
It's exactly the song sung by those three handsome young men, Wang Junkai, Wang Yang, and Yi Yang, from Han Zhenhua's previous life:
"Follow me, left hand, right hand, one...slow motion..."
Slow-motion replay of right hand and left hand..........
Without him making any move, his right hand merely trembled slightly!
A faint, almost invisible glint of cold light flashed by!
"Hmph, want to die? Did you ask your thirteenth master?" Liu Shisan sneered.
"Pfft!" A sharp-edged swallow dart grazed Ma Gui's left cheek with perfect accuracy, not piercing it, but striking the tendon on his lower left jaw with the dart's body in a very skillful and heavy manner!
"Ugh!" Ma Gui felt a sudden numbness from his left jaw to his neck, as if a high-voltage current had instantly passed through him, and he lost control of the entire muscle, including the root of his tongue.
Numbness and weakness overwhelmed him, and he could no longer muster even a fraction of strength to bite through the poison sac that was so close at hand!
This kind of precise control over force and position is ten times more difficult than killing him directly!
"Uncle-Master, what excellent technique!" Wu Zhiguo couldn't help but praise upon seeing this, feeling even more reassured.
With this senior martial uncle around, my life is completely safe.
Liu Shisan laughed, "Little Zhi, you've got the Swallow Sect's ultimate skill, 'The Return of the Swallow Darts in a Storm,' but you insist on learning some trashy wood-chopping axe. What good is that? Now you realize you've gone down the wrong path, don't you?"
Wu Zhiguo ignored his uncle's words and walked up to Ma Gui. He kicked the poison sac off the corner of Ma Gui's clothes before squatting down. He looked at Ma Gui, who was filled with despair but unable to move, with a complicated expression. His voice was cold: "Brother, you're a real man!"
I know you're from the Military Intelligence Bureau! I arrested Brother Crow and Brother Xiaolin, so it's understandable that you want to kill me. Actually, I had no choice but to arrest Brother Xiaolin. Similarly, if you kill me, I won't hate you!
But since you've already done your best, and I almost became a victim of yours, you should know the principle of "the victor is king, the loser is villain." Since we failed, it's fate!
We, the people of the martial arts world, believe that...
"If you're going to gamble, you have to accept the consequences; if you get hit, you have to stand at attention!"
So, tell me the specifics of your Military Intelligence Bureau's operations in Shanghai. It's not that I hate you!
I had no intention of handing you over to the Japanese to earn some kind of worthless merit.
But you also know that there's no such thing as being able to guard against thieves for a thousand days if you're a thief for a thousand days. If you want to kill me, it's only right that I wipe out your Military Intelligence Bureau's Shanghai branch to ensure my own safety, isn't it?
Although half of Ma Gui's face was paralyzed, he managed to twitch a mocking and contemptuous sneer from the right corner of his mouth, which was still movable, his eyes looking at a pile of stinking garbage.
He uttered a few words, vague yet firm: "Pah! Traitorous dog... You make it sound so simple. Do you know what your arrest of Brother Crow means to the Party, the country, and the war situation?"
Do you have any respect for your deceased boss, Wang Yaqiao?
Wu Zhiguo was stung by those eyes and words, and a sense of shame instantly welled up in his heart!
His face instantly turned ashen. Just then, the sharp sirens of police sirens and the sound of numerous military boots running could be heard in the distance. The Special Higher Police and the military police had finally arrived.
Leading the team was Inukai Manabu, the head of the Special Higher Police's Operations Section. He quickly brought a large number of heavily armed Japanese military police and special agents to control the scene.
As soon as Inukai Manabu got out of the car, his sharp gaze swept across the scene like that of a hawk: the bodies of fallen Kuomintang agents, the axes embedded in the walls and corpses, the scattered shell casings, the marks of being trapped in a special fishing net, and the sniper on the roof who had been killed by a flying axe...
His gaze finally settled on the subdued Ma Gui, the composed Wu Zhiguo, and the unfathomable Liu Shisan standing to the side.
"Wu-san, are you alright?" Inukai Gakufu asked as he stepped forward, his tone carrying a hint of concern, but more so a cautious assessment.
When he saw Wu Zhiguo shake his head and indicate that he was alright, his attention immediately turned to the traces at the scene.
He crouched down to examine the axe wounds on the Kuomintang corpses, then looked up at the position and distance of the sniper on the roof. Combining this with the bullet holes and fishing nets on the wall, he quickly reconstructed the scene of the fierce battle in his mind.
A moment later, he stood up, a rare and genuine look of amazement on his face, and exclaimed in admiration to Wu Zhiguo and Liu Shisan:
"Siguni One!!!!!"
Mr. Wu, and this gentleman, are truly skilled! They are practically invincible!
Despite such a treacherous ambush, they were not only able to kill several well-equipped Kuomintang assassins, but also capture prisoners alive!
This courage and resourcefulness are truly admirable! And who is this gentleman?
Wu Zhiguo quickly introduced, "Chief Inukai, this is my martial uncle, Mr. Liu Shisan, also known as the Divine Swallow. He comes from the famous martial arts school in central Shandong, the 'Swallow School of Lightness Skill.' If my martial uncle hadn't arrived in time, I probably would have been in deep trouble tonight."
Liu Shisan merely nodded slightly with arrogance, as if to say hello, displaying the demeanor of a master of the martial arts world.
Inukai Gakufu's eyes gleamed even brighter, and his attitude became even more polite: "So you are Mr. Liu, my apologies for not being acquainted!"
"The Great Japanese Empire admires heroes like you the most!" He was secretly delighted; with such a capable man under Wu Zhiguo's command, his value had increased even more.
His gaze immediately shifted to Ma Gui, who lay on the ground unable to commit suicide, his eyes turning icy and sharp: "Take him away! Send him back to the Special Higher Police interrogation room immediately! I want to interrogate him myself! Now!"
Several fierce Japanese agents immediately stepped forward, roughly dragged Ma Gui up, handcuffed him with heavy handcuffs and shackles, and shoved him into the car.
Inukai Gakufu said to Wu Zhiguo, "Wu-san, you've been frightened too. Go back and rest, and bandage your wounds."
"Mr. Liu, thank you for your help. The Empire will surely repay you handsomely! I will inform you as soon as the interrogation is complete." After saying this, he hurriedly got into the car and drove Ma Gui at breakneck speed to the Special Higher Police headquarters.
The Special Higher Police's underground interrogation room was brightly lit, yet colder than an ice cellar.
Ma Gui was firmly strapped to the cold rack, the glaring light shining directly on his face.
Inukai Gakufu took off his coat, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and stood in front of him with a gloomy expression.
Several executioners and recorders stood by, ready to receive orders.
"Speak, name, code name, address of the Military Intelligence Bureau's Shanghai station, who the station chief is, personnel list, radio station location... Tell me everything you know, and you'll suffer less." Inukai Gakufu's voice was calm, yet carried an immense sense of oppression.
Ma Gui struggled to lift his head. Though disheveled, his eyes burned with an untamed flame. He even grinned, blood-tinged saliva trickling from his numb lips: "Heh... you little devils... so much nonsense... I'm an unyielding man... I'm an unchanging man... I'm a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau's Shanghai Station Action Team..."
Horse, horse!
You little devil, do you even know what the animal that can endure the most pain is? It's the horse, your damn horse!
I'm a top-notch agent with the best training, and a direct disciple of the Chairman. Torture is an enjoyable process for me!
Come on, show me what you've got. I want to try it all...
If even peripheral intelligence agents like Brother Wuyai Lin can withstand this, there's no reason why I, the old man, can't...!
I can't take it anymore, I'd be letting down the Chairman who personally gave it to me.
The snow-capped mountains are eternally cold.
A solitary figure illuminates Mount Emei!
"Inscriptions and paintings! Ha...you bastards, come on, let me show you what the backbone of the Sichuan and Chongqing gangs really is..."