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

Although the Special Higher Police didn't have as many tricks as Su Mingzhe, they still used just as many methods.

Small whips, whips raised high, electric shocks for kids—they have it all.

In less than half an hour, Cui Junshan had been tortured beyond recognition.

He slumped onto the interrogation chair, barely breathing, exhaling more than inhaling.

In fact, long before he was taken to the interrogation room, Cui Junshan, out of fear and the instinct for survival, told everything he knew in great detail.

His voice trembled, and his eyes were full of pleading, hoping to gain a sliver of pity and trust.

He must have killed countless compatriots to get to his current position; even if he didn't achieve anything, he must have worked hard.

However, he overestimated his standing among the Japanese.

Does a dog have the right to talk about human rights?

However, the officer in charge of the interrogation ignored his confession.

The officer sat behind the interrogation table with a cold expression, seemingly convinced that Cui Junshan was deliberately concealing some important information, or that Cui Junshan simply hadn't given the answer they were hoping for.

The contents of the interrogation log were a jumbled mess, completely disorganized.

The various pieces of information were intertwined, like a tangled mess.

The officer's eyelids twitched involuntarily a few times, and a sense of unease and agitation welled up inside him.

Section Chief Asada has repeatedly urged for a clear, concise, and substantive interrogation result as soon as possible.

But the record before me is simply not something I can deliver.

After much hesitation, he gritted his teeth and decided to hand in the messy notebook.

He is now almost certain that Cui Junshan is likely innocent and has only bad luck.

But it is absolutely impossible to pardon Choi Joon-san. Pardoning him would prove that the Special Higher Police were wrong.

Since the day the Special Higher Police were established, there have been no wrongful arrests, only innocent deaths.

Asada Monji looked at the haphazardly written interrogation notebook with a strange expression.

"I single-handedly divided my forces into five groups to attack Shanghai; my father's father was my mother; I was the one who burned down the Old Summer Palace..."

"Baka! What kind of rubbish is this?!"

Asada Monji read aloud the contents recorded inside, but then the sound stopped.

Asada Monji suddenly swung his arm and slammed the interrogation notebook in his hand hard into the face of the interrogating officer.

With a loud "smack," the paper struck the officer's cheek, scattering across the floor.

"Hai."

The officer was startled by the sudden action and instinctively straightened up.

He then quickly lowered his head, as if trying to bury his head in his collar like an ostrich, in an attempt to avoid Asada Monji's wrath.

The room fell into a deathly silence, with only the soft rustling of the scattered papers on the floor.

Although Asada Monji was furious, he also clearly realized that he had arrested the wrong person this time.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his brows furrowed, and he began to quickly think about his next plan.

To catch the assassin, we need to start by investigating who leaked the information.

“Write a reasonable interrogation report, then have him put his fingerprints on it. Execute him by noon tomorrow, and say the assassin has been brought to justice to avoid causing panic.”

Asada Monji, looking exhausted and helpless, slowly waved his hand.

The interrogating officer felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He hurriedly bent over and carefully backed out of the room, afraid of offending Asada Monchi in the slightest.

The case is closed, but that doesn't mean the investigation is over.

Asada Monji raised his hand and vigorously rubbed his throbbing temples, trying to relieve the fatigue and stress that kept assaulting his brain.

"A tough opponent."

he murmured.

Then, he slowly took out a cigarette, pulled a lighter from his pocket, and lit it with a "click".

He brought the cigarette to his lips, took a deep drag, and the smoke instantly filled his mouth and nose.

Then, he slowly exhaled a long plume of smoke.

He pondered to himself, and he had a rough idea of ​​who the other party was. It was probably one of those persistent guys from the Military Intelligence Investigation Department.

Asada Monji had always had an idea in mind: to form an intelligence agency directly under the Special Higher Police, consisting of the former Songhu Station personnel who had been arrested and the Party Affairs Investigation Department personnel who had surrendered en masse.

Using Chinese people to fight against Chinese people might have a surprising effect.

After this incident, Asada Monji felt it was necessary to put the establishment of this organization on the agenda.

The recent series of assassination attempts has left Asada Monji in a state of utter chaos.

Faced with these assassination attempts, the entire Songhu Special Higher Police appeared so weak, helpless, and utterly powerless.

Their incompetence was laid bare in these assassinations, making them the object of ridicule from all sides.

This is a slap in the face to Section Chief Nagasawa!

Asada Monji knew that, given the current situation, they were in a very passive predicament and there seemed to be no other more effective way out.

Left with no other option, he had to order another large-scale, comprehensive search and arrest operation.

However, the efficiency of this search operation was shockingly low.

How many people are caught in each raid depends entirely on luck.

Moreover, such search operations are inherently fraught with unknown dangers. The rebels will not sit idly by and wait to be killed; they will certainly fight to the death, which will undoubtedly bring huge casualties to the search personnel.

But at this moment, Asada Monji couldn't care less about anything else.

He knew perfectly well that this investigation was less about effectively cracking down on the resistance forces and more about reporting back to his superiors and quelling the growing discontent.

However, things haven't gotten too bad; at least Colonel Nitta's health is recovering, isn't it?

There is still room for things to turn around.

Asada Monji now only hopes that Ren Tian will get out of Shanghai as soon as possible, and that he will not die in his area of ​​responsibility.

......

At this time, Shen Bei was planning to assassinate Ren Tian.

After two days of exploration, along with the hospital blueprints provided by Su Mingzhe and the subtle probing of Asada E, Shen Bei has figured out the hospital guards' patrol patterns and shift changes, as well as Ren Tian's ward.

Although Ren Tian's health has gradually recovered and he is out of danger, he is still staying in the emergency room.

It's located upstairs in Shenbei.

That saves a lot of trouble.

Taking advantage of the darkness, they climbed over the outer wall directly to the upper floor and opened the window to enter.

Then, use an air needle to send that old Japanese devil Ren Tian to his death, without anyone noticing, and you can even avoid the guards at the door.

A few days ago, Shen Bei had already observed the area around the hospital and found that the Japanese searchlights were not shining on the hospital at all.

Now that the syringes are ready, it's time to act. Otherwise, if that old devil Ren Tian wakes up, things will get really serious.