Agent: Intercepting Yu Manli at the start!

Chapter 61 Now that's more like it!

Feng Manna's pupils contracted, her gaze sharp as knives, piercing the three men: "Final ultimatum—to speak or not to speak?"

The three of them remained silent, gritting their teeth.

"A tough nut to crack?" She sneered, pointing a finger at one of them. "Drag him in and feed him to the dogs!"

"yes!"

The men acted swiftly, dragging the man into the adjacent cell; the iron door slammed shut, and two ravenous wolfhounds were immediately released inside.

Humans and dogs living in the same cage.

The outcome is self-evident.

Woof—Woof woof woof!!!

Ahhhhhh!!!

A piercing scream tore through the air as the two dogs ripped and gnawed at each other, blood and gore splattering everywhere and flesh tearing apart.

The scene was so horrific it was suffocating, like a heavy hammer blow to the nerves of the remaining two people.

Even Zhou Xiao, who was watching from the sidelines, felt a sudden heaviness in his chest and his stomach churn.

Feng Manna has absolutely no bottom line.

At that moment, a thought quietly surfaced in Zhou Xiao's mind: once Lan Yanzhi had truly established herself in the Special Forces Headquarters, he would eliminate Feng Manna and have Lan Yanzhi take over as the head of the Intelligence Section.

If this scheme were to succeed, the entire Special Operations Headquarters would become a two-sided chessboard for both the Military Intelligence Bureau and the underground Communist Party.

That's what you call a real comeback.

Not long after, the shouting in the cell stopped abruptly.

That person was bitten to death.

The two dogs were forcibly dragged out by iron chains. When their bodies were pulled out, they were no longer human-shaped—their abdomens were ruptured, their intestines were dragging on the ground, half of their faces had been gnawed away, leaving only white bones, and their bodies were covered in blood, a horrifying sight.

awful!

That's horrible!

This isn't an interrogation; it's torture and murder!

The remaining two reacted in completely different ways.

Li Guo slowly closed his eyes to mourn his comrades; when he opened them again, a cold fire burned in his eyes, as firm as a rock—the dog torture could not frighten him.

Wu Cheng trembled like a withered leaf in the wind. He desperately twisted his head to avoid the corpse, howling hoarsely, "Kill me! If you have the guts, just shoot me!! Ah—!!" He screamed as he shrank into the corner, his fingernails digging deep into the brickwork.

Zhou Xiao observed silently, knowing full well that Wu Cheng was about to collapse—its defenses were crumbling piece by piece.

Feng Manna's lips curled into a chilling smile: "So? Confess, or not?"

The two remained silent.

"Fine!" Her voice suddenly lowered, tinged with a chilling excitement. "Let's see just how tough you really are!"

"Guards—throw Li Guo in there!"

"Manna," Zhou Xiao said calmly, yet with weight, "if you really kill everyone, the trail will be cut off."

"Third Brother, trust me." She didn't even lift her eyelids. "Someone will speak up soon."

She certainly didn't choose randomly. Wu Cheng's eyes were unfocused, his breathing erratic, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead—she had long seen that this man was just one straw away from collapsing. Add a little more fuel to the fire, and he would naturally open his mouth.

Li Guo was roughly kicked into the dog cage.

ah--!!!

Woof!! Woof woof woof!!

Another scream rang out, mixed with the muffled thud of flesh tearing and the crunching sound of canine teeth gnawing.

Every second felt like a red-hot iron rod, piercing Wu Cheng's eyes, ears, and mind.

His body convulsed violently, and his consciousness was being crushed bit by bit.

So what if they're Kuomintang agents? They can't even stand up straight now, how could they withstand this kind of torture?

Soon, Li Guo's cries also stopped.

died.

Torn to shreds, its internal organs scattered on the ground, it was even more gruesome and horrifying than the previous one.

When Li Guo's mutilated body was dragged out, Wu Cheng lost control of his bladder and screamed hysterically, "Kill me!! Kill me now—!!!"

The more frantic they become, the more desperate they are; the more they scream, the more defeated they become.

At this moment, Wu Cheng's reason, will, and dignity were all shattered by fear, leaving only instinctive screams to support his faltering soul.

This is the moment that Feng Manna most wanted to see.

She slowly stepped forward, grabbed Wu Cheng's hair, and forced him to look up, staring directly at the hellish scene before him—

Two blood-soaked corpses lay sprawled in pools of blood; two wolfhounds sat nearby, bits of flesh hanging from their mouths, dark red blood still clinging to their noses, their tongues slowly licking their blood-stained teeth.

This scene was enough to terrify even an iron man.

"Aaaaaah—!!!" Wu Cheng's eyes bulged out, letting out a dying beast-like wail.

Feng Manna leaned down, her voice as soft as a whisper, yet every word was venomous:

"You only have one life left. Either spill everything you know, or—go join them and slowly taste what it means to be eaten alive."

For Wu Cheng, death was not something to fear.

What truly terrifies is the slow, agonizing torture that tears at your nerves, the suffocation and despair before your flesh is crushed inch by inch.

"To tell or not to tell?"

He was still forcing himself to stay upright, his jaw clenched, a hoarse roar rumbling in his throat: "Kill me! Kill me now—!"

"Fine, so stubborn, huh?" Feng Manna sneered, her wrist suddenly flicking upwards. "Put him down! Let him have a good 'catch-up' with those two beasts!"

Two henchmen immediately stepped forward, deftly removed the ropes from the cross, and dragged the limp Wu Cheng toward the iron cage.

The cage door slammed open, and a stench hit the air—the ground was still stained with damp, dark red blood, and two vicious dogs were licking their blood-stained fangs, making low growling noises in their throats.

Wu Cheng's knees buckled, and his whole body trembled like a leaf.

He stared at the half-congealed corpse on the ground, then caught a glimpse of the tattered cloth and flesh hanging between the dog's teeth, and finally broke down completely: "I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!! Please... please don't let me in!!"

Zhou Xiao's pupils contracted slightly, his gaze fixed on Wu Cheng's face.

If he only revealed some trivial bits of information, Zhou Xiao would just let it go in one ear and out the other—the Military Intelligence Bureau had deep roots, and losing a few hairs wouldn't be a big deal.

But once core secrets are involved, even if it's just a clue or a coordinate, it must be cut off immediately, patched up, and the entire area cleared.

"That's more like it!" Feng Manna laughed loudly, her eyebrows and eyes full of pride—she always believed that people are not hard-boned, but that they haven't been hurt enough.

Wu Cheng has betrayed us.

The dog punishment is waived.

He could withstand the burning heat of a hot iron, endure the piercing of steel needles into his armor, and remain unfazed even by the sound of a bullet being chambered; but when those two starving dogs came close to his nose, when the stench of decay mixed with the smell of blood entered his throat, the psychological wall he had built up over twenty years crumbled into dust, impossible to piece back together.

Now, he's just an empty shell, living on his knees and working himself to the bone.

He slumped into a chair, picked up his enamel mug and took a sip of hot water. His fingertips were still trembling, but he forced himself to look up at Zhou Xiao and Feng Manna opposite him: "I am Wu Cheng, an agent of the Military Intelligence Bureau's Shanghai Station Action Team."

Feng Manna raised an eyelid and waved her hand impatiently: "Stop with the nonsense, get straight to the point!"

"Before our arrest, the three of us had just completed a top-secret mission—to move the printing plates to a hidden compartment in an abandoned old building on the Bund. That was our last trump card, which we were guarding with our lives."

They knew better than anyone what it meant for the printing plates to fall into enemy hands.

Otherwise, why would one risk death to protect someone?

Feng Manna's eyes lit up. She turned to look at Zhou Xiao, unable to suppress her laughter: "Third Brother, you really came for the printing plates! Heaven has truly opened its eyes this time!"

When Aoki Takeshige handed the task of finding the manuscript to the Special Operations Headquarters, Feng Manna hadn't even gotten a clue.

Unexpectedly, the three Kuomintang spies captured by a twist of fate became the keys to unlocking the vault.

"Is the partition still there?" She leaned forward, her gaze sharp and fixed on Wu Cheng. "Which section is it in the wall? How deep is it? How do you dismantle it?"

"We were only responsible for transporting, embedding, and sealing it. Whether there was a handover afterward, or whether it had been taken away... I really have no idea."

"The hiding place is the third load-bearing wall on the east side of the house. There is a steel plate interlayer hidden under the cement layer, and the surface is covered with thirty-year-old mortar. You can't see anything unusual at all unless you chisel it open."

"I can take you there."

"Fine!" Feng Manna abruptly stood up, bracing her hands on the edge of the interrogation table, staring down at Wu Cheng. "Remember this—if you dare to try anything funny, I'll unleash ten mad dogs right here and now, one by one, to slowly gnaw on your bones!"

Wu Cheng gave a bitter laugh, his voice dry and cracked: "I have betrayed the Military Intelligence Bureau. In Boss Dai's eyes, traitors deserve to be torn apart even more than Japanese devils. They will not let me go, much less spare me."

"Right now, the only thing I can hold onto is you. To lie to you would be to dig my own grave."

Feng Manna saw it clearly—the panic in his eyes was real, the cold sweat on his back was real, even the trembling of his fingernails digging into his palms was real.

Once you've embarked on the path of betrayal, there's no turning back.

Zhou Xiao, standing to the side, remained expressionless and motionless.

But the fingers under the cuffs were already clenched tightly, and the knuckles were white.

If Wu Cheng were to lead Feng Manna straight to the heart of the enemy's territory... the consequences would be unimaginable.

Although he had secretly informed the Military Intelligence Bureau of the Special Higher Police's currency war plan through Lan Yanzhi, he knew nothing about how the Military Intelligence Bureau would deploy it, whether the printing plates had been transferred, or whether they would set up countermeasures.

If the printing plates are still lying quietly in that wall, and fall into the hands of the Japanese, a currency war will break out instantly.

Currency became worthless, grain prices increased tenfold, people sold their pots and pans to buy steamed buns, factories shut down, trade routes were cut off, and the front lines were cut off from supplies... The very foundation of the War of Resistance could be eroded overnight.

The safest solution is to eliminate Wucheng.

May he never be able to speak, never be able to step out of that door.

But how easy is it to kill someone right under Feng Manna's nose?

Killing someone is not difficult.

The difficulty lies in killing someone without leaving any bloodstains, traces, or revealing one's identity.

Of course, if the situation becomes so urgent that it is beyond repair, Zhou Xiao would rather tear off his disguise and kill Wu Cheng in person.

Because this currency war must not be allowed to continue.

Revealing one's identity is a last resort.

The best course of action is to let Wucheng die quietly, without anyone noticing, like a lamp going out, tea cooling down, or a gust of wind that no one remembers.

Zhou Xiao's mind raced, repeatedly considering every possibility.

"Just give me a quick bandage and let's get going!" Feng Manna couldn't wait any longer, fearing that the Military Intelligence Bureau would get there first and take away the printing plates, leaving her with nothing to show for her efforts.

"Notify Chen Shen's action team to assemble immediately and stand by!"

"yes!"

The men filed out, their footsteps echoing down the corridor.

This time, Feng Manna staked out the entire resources of the Special Operations Headquarters, determined to strike with absolute certainty.

Zhou Xiao suddenly spoke, his tone light and cheerful: "Manna, congratulations on cracking this tight-lipped tongue—if we really find the printing plates, I'll definitely put in a good word for you with Section Chief Aoki!"

"Thank you, Third Brother!" Feng Manna beamed.

She has always been ruthless in achieving her goals.