Chapter 54: Ling Lie's Counterattack (Please Collect)

  Kawasaki and others still underestimated the strength of Huang Li, as a professional agent, he had undergone rigorous training, which not only improved his physical ability and skills, but also made his body resistant to many drugs. It was an anti-toxin injection based on actual needs, which gradually produced antibodies in the body, making some drugs have less effect or shorter duration on him.

  Although intense dizziness kept assaulting his mind, the pain from being beaten actually allowed his spirit to slowly concentrate. He summoned up his willpower, gritted his teeth and did his best to enter a state of complete yogic breathing. This method of breathing could increase oxygen supply, purify the blood, enhance resistance and clear the mind.

  As the beads of sweat continued to flow from his pores, the anesthetic's effect slowly dissipated, and Huang Li felt the dizziness gradually subside. He had successfully controlled the anesthetic's effect, but at the cost of expending a great deal of physical energy.

  But Huang Li knew he had no time to rest, so with a great effort, he rolled over on the cold ground several times until he reached the metal box. Panting heavily, he slowly sat up. His hands were handcuffed behind his back, but although he didn't possess the legendary shrinking bone technique, through real hard training, his joints could stretch and twist in ways that ordinary people couldn't.

  The thin layer of the box was opened, and Huang Li grabbed that string of universal keys. With his fingertips, he chose a sharp hook-shaped tool and inserted it into the lock hole of the handcuffs...

  His hands were free now, and Huang Li had also opened the shackles on his feet. He assembled the pistol and silencer, and these simple actions made him feel extremely tired. He knew that in this state, he was not suitable for fighting with the enemy, and could only rely on surprise attacks to take out those few enemies with his gun.

  Damn Japanese, how can't they get along with themselves. The yellow calendar moved to the corner of the wall, sat down slantingly, put on handcuffs and shackles vaguely, placed the pistol behind him, adjusted his breathing evenly, and slowly recovered his physical strength.

  This is a basement of over 40 square meters, just an ordinary basement, not that kind of professional interrogation room, no terrifying torture instruments, and on the other side against the wall there are wooden boxes piled up, don't know what's inside.

  Damn it, dare to hit me! The corner of Huang Li's mouth curled up, and a cold glint shot out from his eyes. He had already forgotten that he had suffered treatment beyond this degree of cruelty in the past, only feeling that it was the first time he had taken such a big loss. As his head continued to clear, he had already figured out the reason for his capture this time. That tea house, the guy who delivered water on time every day, that pot of tea, he himself was like the fat sheep in "Water Margin" who was knocked over by anesthetic, almost becoming a human meat bun.

  The door creaked open, followed by the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Huang Li narrowed his eyes and lay down on the ground with a tilted head, pretending to still be in a daze.

  Sato and Ono walked in, laughing, one carrying a small stove and a bucket of water, the other holding a long wooden bench, ropes, and several bricks.

  "Hey Ono, it's been a while since we've interrogated anyone. I'm actually looking forward to it!" Sato put down the long bench and glanced at the calendar on the ground with disdain, laughing: "Let me go first? Let this guy taste the flavor of the tiger bench."

  "Needn't be so troublesome?" said Ono, a short and stout man with fat on his face squeezing his eyes into slits. He put down the stove and poked at it with tongs, making the charcoal glow brightly. "This is much more convenient, the sizzling sound of roasting meat fills the air, and the prisoner wails out answers to every question. Or pour water, half a bucket will do, and this pighead will spill everything about his ancestors for eight generations."

  "Hehe, Ono-kun is too impatient." Sato smiled cruelly and said viciously: "Let's take it slow, use every kind of torture method, let this guy know how luxurious death is."

  "This idea is good." Ono's face twitched, his small eyes glanced at the calendar and said: "Mr. Kawasaki hasn't arrived yet, I'm getting impatient, what about you, Mr. Sato?"

  Hehe, haha, Shō and Satō exchanged a glance, both excited for the upcoming interrogation.

  As a secret agent, Huang Li had received special language training. For Japanese, although not particularly proficient, he could more or less understand some and would say some simple conversations. He lay motionless on the ground, secretly clenching his teeth in his heart, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.

  "Let's wake this guy up first! I think that pig head is a bit cold, let him warm up." Xiao Ye laughed for a while, holding the fire tongs, swinging his two bell-bottom legs as he walked over, and reached out to brand Huang Li's shoulder.

  Huang Li's eyes suddenly opened, shooting out two cold lights. His body contracted and dodged the fire tongs. His foot had already escaped from the shackles and kicked fiercely at Xiaoye's lower abdomen. Xiaoye let out half a cry of surprise before feeling severe pain in his lower body, his vision turned black, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

  "With a clang, the fire tongs fell to the ground, spewing out several sparks. Sato's line of sight was blocked by Ono and he didn't see clearly what happened, but when Ono was knocked down, he saw that Huang Li had already gotten up, with a long gun barrel pointing at him. Before he could react, there was a dull thud, and a blood hole appeared on Sato's thin face. His eyes immediately widened in shock, and he fell backwards."

  One shot knocked down Sato, and Huang Li turned around and hit Ono's head with the gun handle again, once, twice, three times. Due to his own strength not having recovered yet, Huang Li was like using a hammer to drive nails, beating Ono until he was covered in blood all over his head and face, thoroughly knocking him out before stopping. Panting slightly, he then put handcuffs on Ono.

  There was still one left, that Kawasaki guy. Huang Li wanted to relax thoroughly, but he knew the danger had not been eliminated yet. He tied Xiao Ye's mouth with a rope to prevent him from suddenly waking up and shouting, then walked to the stairs, hiding in the corner of the stairs, resting while waiting for Kawasaki's arrival.

  About half an hour later, Kawasaki finally arrived at the basement, his face slightly red, seemingly in a good mood, having just drunk alcohol, humming a Japanese tune, the distinctive sound of wooden clogs hitting the stairs gradually moved downward, Huang Li suppressed her breath, gripping the pistol tightly.

  "Sato, Ono." Kawasaki called out lazily as he walked down the last flight of stairs, "Has that pig-headed guy woken up yet? Have you guys started already?"

  No one answered, and Kawasaki's voice echoed in the basement. Kawasaki suddenly stopped his footsteps, a sense of unknown meaning surged up to his heart. Although the alcohol had some numbing effect on his brain, he was still much more sensitive to danger than ordinary people.