Espionage: Mastering the Ten Cruelest Tortures of the Military Intelligence Bureau from the Start

Su Mingzhe was to disguise himself as a Japanese expatriate living in Kyoto, a fellow countryman of Watanabe Kazuya, while Shen Bei and the other three were his Chinese followers.

If anyone asks, Watanabe Kazuya can come forward and testify on his behalf.

It just so happens that their Japanese teacher also teaches them the Kyoto accent.

He wanted to build a business empire, and then, through the binding of interests, make those Japanese officers willingly submit to his empire.

In this way, a large amount of intelligence can be obtained with ease.

At the same time, these officers will form a huge protective umbrella, allowing Su Mingzhe to run rampant in the Shanghai-Nanjing area.

This might be more suitable for him than the nerve-wracking life of lying in wait.

This is the visible line.

The hidden agent is Watanabe Kazuya, a high-ranking insider whom Su Mingzhe recruited last year.

He directly obtained internal intelligence from the Special Higher Police through his hands.

A two-pronged approach.

The smoke of war has risen, and it's time for the peonies to bloom.

However, Su Mingzhe had no idea how Watanabe Kazuya was doing now.

To maintain secrecy, Su Mingzhe has not contacted him yet.

However, Su Mingzhe never dreamed that Watanabe Kazuya was now living the life of an emperor.

At this moment, Watanabe Kazuya was lying on the tatami mat, next to a Japanese woman dressed in a kimono with disheveled clothes.

"Ah!"

Watanabe Kazuya sneezed several times in a row.

"That's strange, I don't have a cold."

Ignoring all that, Watanabe Kazuya continued his internal struggle with women.

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Finally, the group arrived at the gate of Songhu City.

The Songhu City Wall is majestic and towering into the clouds.

There are still many bullet holes and patches of black on the city wall, clearly indicating that it has just been through the baptism of war.

There was a long queue outside the city, indicating that quite a few people wanted to enter.

Only at this moment did Su Mingzhe feel that he was a descendant of the dragon.

Several puppet soldiers, carrying rifles, came over to maintain order, cursing incessantly, their words filled with a sense of superiority.

The people in line looked at them with disdain.

Ha, you traitorous dog.

Outside the city gate, a group of treacherous wolves were ruthlessly shoving and pushing the long line of terrified civilians outside the city.

Their eyes were fierce as they scanned the crowd.

There was an elderly man with gray hair and a hunched back. Perhaps because of his age and frailty, he was standing a little out of the way while queuing.

This subtle deviation was keenly noticed by those few traitors.

One of the men, with a fierce look in his eyes and a face full of snarls, grabbed his rifle without hesitation and, with utter malice, viciously slashed the old man with the butt of the rifle.

The old man was already quite old and his health was no longer robust.

These traitors showed no sign of holding back during the assault, slamming the butts of their rifles heavily onto the old man's body. With just that one blow, the old man fell straight down, howling in pain.

The old man's frail body was curled up in pain on the ground, his hands instinctively covering his injured area, trying to relieve the excruciating pain. He kept making pitiful cries and couldn't even stand up.

Su Mingzhe stood not far away, taking in the whole scene.

A bunch of rats carrying guns, bullying their own kind!

Normally, they are subservient to the Japanese, but as soon as they encounter a Japanese person, they immediately raise their hands and surrender, showing no backbone whatsoever.

But now, in front of their own compatriots, they display such a vicious and cruel face, striking with such ruthlessness that they are worse than pigs and dogs.

As they watched, several puppet soldiers swaggered up to Su Mingzhe.

One of the puppet soldiers, with a disdainful look on his face, pushed Su Mingzhe while muttering some filthy words.

Su Mingzhe was just worried about not having a chance to teach these despicable guys a lesson. Wasn't this a golden opportunity that had been delivered to his doorstep?

Without hesitation, Su Mingzhe swung his arm and delivered a solid slap to the traitor.

With a sharp "smack," the hand struck the puppet soldier's face hard, leaving a bright red handprint.

This slap served as a way of venting anger and avenging the old man who had just been brutally beaten.

Moreover, Su Mingzhe did not want to sneak into the city, as this would not align with his future career path.

Seeing Su Mingzhe's actions, Shen Bei and the others were stunned and all looked at Su Mingzhe.

Although they were shocked, they still put on a blank expression, as if it were nothing new.

"Baka, you bastard!"

However, in order not to reveal his fighting prowess, Su Mingzhe held back half of his strength in that slap.

But that was enough for this traitor to suffer.

The traitor was slapped to the ground, his hands covering his bright red left cheek, staring at Su Mingzhe in disbelief.

You bully me when the Imperial Army isn't here, and you still bully me when the Imperial Army is here?

Then the Imperial Army came for nothing.

He felt somewhat aggrieved.

You, a Japanese person, know how to be civilized and polite?

If you're Japanese, why don't you cut in line?

This traitor, kneeling on the ground, had begun to contemplate life.

"it is good!"

"Good fight!"

"The Japanese should be sent to teach these sons of bitches a lesson!"

Cheers and applause rang out from the crowd.

Seeing the commotion in the crowd, a Japanese soldier on duty pulled back the bolt of his rifle and fired two shots into the air.

"Bang, bang."

Two gunshots rang out, and the crowd fell silent instantly.

Then, two Japanese soldiers carrying rifles walked towards Su Mingzhe's position.

The machine guns on the city wall were also loaded with gunfire, ready to respond to any emergencies.

For them, as long as their own people aren't hurt, it doesn't matter.

They didn't treat the people queuing below as human beings at all.

This included several traitors who were maintaining order.

As Su Mingzhe watched the two Japanese soldiers approach, he greeted them in fluent Japanese.

“My name is Tahira Yubu, I’m from Kyoto, and the four people behind me are my attendants. I’m in Shanghai to do business.”

The two soldiers were taken aback when they heard that Su Mingzhe was actually Japanese.

If you're Japanese, why are you in line?

What's the point of having manners?

The two Japanese soldiers relaxed considerably and put away their rifles.

However, they still went through the procedure and asked Su Mingzhe for his identification.

Su Mingzhe dared to say that, so the documents must have been forged.

He took out his identification from his pocket and handed it to the Japanese guard in front of him. He then took out a pack of cigarettes, opened it, and gave one to each of the two men.

Seeing this, Shen Bei took out a match and lit cigarettes for the three of them.

The Japanese soldier carefully compared the image on the ID with Su Mingzhe's, and the ID information was correct. He then lit a cigarette and began to smoke.

One of the Japanese soldiers, seemingly unsatisfied with what his comrade had done, grabbed the puppet soldier by the collar and slapped him across the right cheek again.

The Japanese soldiers accompanying him burst into laughter.

Su Mingzhe also smiled.

Only the traitors on the ground were left questioning the meaning of life.