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

When Su Mingzhe returned to the interrogation room, he saw that a group of guards had tightly surrounded the scene.

The guards all looked solemn and focused on their surroundings, keeping a close watch on the scene to prevent anyone from disturbing it.

Although they had not received professional special agent training, they had absorbed basic common sense from being in this environment.

"Make way, Team Leader Su is here."

A loud shout rang out.

Upon hearing that it was Team Leader Su, everyone stepped aside and quickly made way, and the guards also tacitly opened a gap.

Nowadays, no one at Chang'an Station dares to treat Su Mingzhe as just an ordinary lieutenant.

His abilities and prestige earned him a very high standing in the hearts of the people.

Su Mingzhe didn't bother to care what others thought of him. He walked straight toward the interrogation room door with a blank expression.

The eyes of the two fallen guards were still open, and a long line of blood ran down the neck of one of them, the crimson blood a shocking sight.

Another guard had his heart pierced, and his blood had already congealed; his gruesome death was too painful to look at.

The killer's strike was swift and decisive, killing without hesitation or delay, a clean and chilling move that clearly indicated rigorous assassination training.

Su Mingzhe tried to calm his turbulent emotions, took a deep breath, and then slowly reached out and gently closed the eyes of the two guards.

They were all heroic soldiers who sacrificed their lives for their country, and their dedication and sacrifice deserve to be remembered.

The two men's sidearms were still quietly tucked into their pockets. Su Mingzhe carefully pulled out a gun, brought it to his nose and smelled it to make sure there was no gunpowder smell, the safety was off, and the magazine was full.

Clearly, the two guards were caught off guard and killed in a sneak attack. Judging from their wounds, the weapon was likely a dagger or similar sharp weapon.

Su Mingzhe frowned slightly, then walked into the interrogation room.

Keiko Sakai's head slumped limply. She had two fatal wounds on her neck and left chest, the blood at the wounds had dried, and she was no longer breathing.

"Give the remains of the two martyrs a proper burial. As for that Japanese devil, chop him up and feed him to the dogs."

After saying that, Su Mingzhe walked out of the interrogation room, where there was nothing of value left.

Then, Su Mingzhe hurriedly went to the archives room.

He raised his hand and gently knocked on the door. After hearing a response from inside, he pushed the door open and went in.

Inside the archives, the furnishings are simple and tidy, and the air is filled with the faint smell of paper and ink.

"Director Yin, please give me a copy of everyone's file at the station."

Upon hearing this, the captain who was leisurely drinking tea put down his exquisite teacup.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Su Mingzhe, a hint of embarrassment showing on his face.

"Team Leader Su, everyone's personal files in the station are confidential documents. If you want to investigate them, you need the station chief's authorization. How would I have that kind of authority?"

The captain's tone carried a hint of helplessness.

Upon hearing this, Su Mingzhe frowned slightly, and then said:

"The station chief has given me full authority to investigate the case of the traitor. If Director Yin doesn't believe me, just call the station chief."

"I believe it, of course I believe it, but it's just procedure to inform the station chief. I hope Team Leader Su won't take offense."

Yin Zhudong quickly explained, a slightly apologetic smile on his face.

After saying that, he reached for the phone and skillfully dialed the stationmaster's office.

The sound of dialing the phone was exceptionally clear in the quiet archives room. Su Mingzhe stood quietly to the side, waiting for the result.

Not long after, the station manager's voice came through the phone, and Yin Zhudong's back unconsciously bent down.

"Station Chief, I am Yin Zhudong, the director of the Archives Department. Team Leader Su from the Action Section wants to... Yes, yes, Station Chief, I promise to fully cooperate with Team Leader Su's investigation."

After the other end of the phone hung up, Yin Zhudong's hand seemed to be trembling slightly as he shakily put the phone back down.

Before this, he had only heard about Su Mingzhe's special status and importance in the station, but today, he truly realized how significant Su Mingzhe's position was.

"Xiao Wu, Shi Tou, bring me all the files of everyone in the station. Make sure there's one file, and be careful not to miss any."

Yin Zhudong hurriedly handed over the task to his subordinates, his tone full of urgency and seriousness.

After giving his instructions, he immediately put on a fawning smile.

"Team Leader Su, please wait a moment and have a cup of tea to soothe your throat."

Then, he personally picked up the teapot and carefully poured a cup of hot tea for Su Mingzhe.

The bodies of the two martyrs were still warm, and Su Mingzhe was in no mood for small talk. He politely accepted the hot tea, said "Thank you, Director Yin," and then put the teacup down.

Having spent so much time in the archives, Yin Zhudong had long since become a shrewd man. He immediately noticed that Su Mingzhe was in a bad mood and swallowed back the flattering words that were about to come out.

Offering excessive flattery is counterproductive and will only increase annoyance. It's better to stop there and simply express your willingness to befriend them.

About five minutes later, a large stack of files was brought over, with each department clearly categorized for easy reference.

"Reporting to the director, the files have been counted, and there is no one missing. All the files for everyone in our station are here."

A somewhat thin archivist reported to Yin Zhudong.

Yin Zhudong ignored him and turned to Su Mingzhe, saying, "Team Leader Su, is there anything else you need?"

"That's all, thank you Director Yin."

No sooner had Su Mingzhe finished speaking than Yin Zhudong kicked the thin archivist.

"What are you all standing there for? Didn't you hear what Team Leader Su said? Hurry up and deliver the files to Team Leader Su's office. Do you expect Team Leader Su to move them there himself?"

After saying that, he smiled apologetically at Su Mingzhe:

"My subordinates are a bit clueless, please don't take offense, Team Leader Su. The archives is a quiet department, and we haven't had much work to do these past few days. If you need more manpower, Team Leader Su, feel free to come and pull some people from our archives."

It's not that your subordinates are incompetent; it's clearly that you're too sensible.

Promotions in the Military Intelligence Investigation Department are difficult. If it weren't for the lack of opportunities to make meritorious contributions, someone like Yin Zhudong would have already been awarded the rank of colonel.

Seeing this, Su Mingzhe accepted his kindness and led the two back to his office.

After placing the files on Su Mingzhe's desk, the two archivists took their leave.

To avoid suspicion, Su Mingzhe took all the files back with him, but he only needed a small portion of them.

There were a total of 180 files, half of which were from the Operations Section. After removing the files of the soldiers and those who attended the banquet, only 27 files remained, five of which were for officers.

The case, which had been shrouded in mystery just moments before, suddenly began to make some progress.