At around 11 o'clock in the evening, the joyful atmosphere in the military club reached its climax. When it was about to end, the young soldiers found their favorite partner and waited for the final prize to be announced, and then left with the woman they liked.

The organizer had already started to take out the notes that the officers put into the boxes, and arranged them in an orderly manner under the supervision of several respected officers. Then, according to each person's number of arrays, they began to eliminate them from the lowest level, and finally selected the three people with the highest accuracy rate as winners of today's first, second and third-class prizes.

Just as the host began to announce the top three, the young bartender suddenly saw a paper-stacked frog in a corner of his bar.

He remembered that the paper frog was folded by the Chinese student, and he still borrowed paper and pen from him at that time.

The young bartender was curious and brought the paper frog over.

The paper green baby is folded very beautifully.

Five minutes later, the young bartender suddenly shouted: "Mr. Major, there is still a note left here, which was left by the Chinese student!"

At this time, the three winners had already come on stage and were receiving the prizes given by the Major.

Mike won the first place, he remembered 37 combination data, 35 in the second place, and 33 in the third place.

Looking at the young bartender holding up the note in his hand, the major host said: "The results of the selection have come out. Those who have not participated in the selection will be considered a useless vote!"

An officer asked the young bartender curiously: "Which Chinese, how many sets of numbers did he remember?"

The young bartender hesitated for a moment: "Many!"

Hill smiled and said, "A lot? Stop being funny. He just wrote a lot of messy things to avoid losing face."

The bartender said, "But Mr. Major, it feels a pity if I don't read it."

"Many?" Mike, who was standing on the stage, smiled, "How many are?"

Mike said to the major: "Mr. Major, why not, take the paper left by the Chinese student and read it to see how much he remembers."

Mike has always been resentful to Zhou Zhihan. Not only did he make him think about the plan of a girl Ida Hahndele for a long time but he also made him fall into trouble in front of everyone. He could not swallow this tone.

Fortunately, he won the first prize tonight and found some face. Now the young bartender took out the notes left by the Chinese. Mike felt that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Even if the Chinese salted fish left, he had to take this opportunity to humiliate him.

Mike thought that the notes must have been written in a mess, so he was embarrassed to bring them up. The bartender had no idea what 100 numbers were on the rostrum. Then when he saw the Chinese writing notes left by a random note, he thought his memory was good.

"Major, let everyone see what shit numbers the Chinese have written?"

The people in the audience knew that there was a festival between Mike and the Chinese. Seeing that Mike insisted on asking the major to read the notes left by the Chinese, they started to make excitement after watching the fun.

The major host thought it would be okay to read it, and the party would end. Reading the note to add to the final atmosphere. Anyway, the three grand prizes have been awarded, and the Chinese student has also left. No matter how good or bad it will be, it will be no loss to everyone!

So the major nodded to the bartender.

The bartender quickly delivered the notes to the major

The other two officers, out of curiosity, also occupied the major's back.

After watching for a while, the host looked solemn and handed the note to a colonel.

Tonight, the colonel is the highest rank officer in the club.

The colonel looked at it and shook his head, whispered to himself: "God, I don't believe that there are such people in China, with such a smart head. Tonight, we almost missed the gift from God."

Looking at the colonel above, Mike and his friends holding the first prize urged to read it quickly, so that everyone could see how smart Chinese people are and how perfect their memory is.

The colonel read it himself, and he cleared his throat:

3209

3413

2430

3567

36781

45632

80975

90531

561420

547356

...

When I read 30 arrays, the sound from the audience gradually became smaller.

When I read 40 arrays, there were praises in the audience.

When you read 70 arrays, the needle can be heard.

After reading the last set, the major was silent for three seconds: "God! He was right, remembered all of them."

The whole audience was dead silent.

There are a few lines of words at the bottom corner of the paper.

The colonel then read:

“Randolf Aviation College, West Point,

Chinese,

Zhou Zhihan!"

A few dozen kilometers away, Zhou Zhihan suddenly sneezes: "Fuck, who cares about me so much?"

Fujii Heiji hoped that he could fall into a coma, and he hoped to die now, and die with all the secrets.

"Remember, now I pull out the cloth from your mouth. Don't want to bite your tongue and commit suicide, otherwise I will use fire tongs to stop the bleeding face of the broken tongue, and you will suffer more."

Ten fingers connect the heart.

This repeated pain made Fujii hope to die now. He knew that there was no hope of survival, but now, he could not even seek death. He had become the meat on someone else's chopping board and was slaughtered.

He could only persist by his will.

He dared not relax.

If you relax, you will fall into the bottomless abyss and will involve people you shouldn't be involved.

As a spy in the special high school course, many people are unable to survive under his command. He knows that under extreme torture, once a person's will collapse, he will tell all the secrets without reservation, and he will tell them all without moral integrity.

Fujii knew that he would die without a doubt. He no longer cared about what kind of bad his body would become in the end. His beliefs supported him to keep the secrets deep in his heart.

"I ask, you answer." Zhou Zhihan said as he reached out to pull out the cloth from Fujii's mouth.

"I'll introduce myself. My name is Zhou Zhihan... Oh! By the way," Zhou Zhihan patted his head and looked confused. "I almost forgot that Uncle Tang recognized me.

I will ask Uncle Tang first something: After you kill those patriotic Chinese, you will take away their money and exchange it for gold, where are you hiding this gold?"

Fujii's heart was trembling. What was this person's origin? How could he know that I had gold in private?

Zhou Zhihan stared at Fujii, as if he could see his trembling heart: "You have made a lot of money over the years. As long as you say it, I will immediately let you ascend to the Pure Land to enjoy happiness."

Fujii continued to have his eyelids. He knew that even if he said where the gold was hidden, the other party would not let him live, let alone let him die, and would continue to squeeze everything he knew. The unbearable pain almost made him fall into a semi-coma. He had a thought in his heart, that is, he would not say anything until he died.

Zhou Zhihan lit another cigarette and walked to Fujii: "Kanyama Miko has such a good figure!"
Chapter completed!