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

The morning sunlight streamed through the window, bringing a touch of warmth into the room.

Su Mingzhe's expression was solemn; he was well aware of the urgency and importance of this mission.

He summoned the first and second teams of the action group, and everyone quickly assembled in the conference room. The third team was left at the station to deal with any possible emergencies.

Su Mingzhe stood in front of everyone and said:

"Two people form a group and carefully search for proof of the existence of family members four generations back to the address on the business card."

Be sure to be thorough and meticulous, leaving no clue unchecked. Report the situation to me in detail upon your return; collect the funds from the General Affairs Department.

Everyone responded in unison and then quickly got to work.

After dismissing everyone, Su Mingzhe called Xu Zhi and Luo Dayou over alone.

"Dayou, take one of your men and visit Deputy Station Chief Wang's home. Be mindful of your words and actions, and be discreet to avoid causing unnecessary trouble."

Xu Zhi, take some men to Section Chief Zhao's house to look for clues.

These two individuals hold high positions of power within our organization and are the face of our site. They are also currently the two most likely suspects.

Therefore, you must be extremely careful in your actions and avoid alerting the enemy.

Xu Zhi and Luo Dayou nodded solemnly and left to carry out their orders.

The instructions have been given, and now all Su Mingzhe can do is wait.

He was waiting for the results of the investigation after everyone returned, or for some good news to come from Shen Bei.

These past few days, Su Mingzhe has been exhausted by various matters, both physically and mentally, and his mental state is extremely poor. It feels as if his body has been hollowed out, so he decided to go home and rest for a day.

After leaving Chang'an Station, Su Mingzhe walked about two hundred meters before he flagged down a rickshaw.

The Military Intelligence Investigation Department has clear regulations prohibiting rickshaws from parking nearby, mainly because they are afraid of revealing the identities of the personnel inside the station.

A dark-skinned young man saw Su Mingzhe waving and immediately pulled his cart over.

He tossed the towel over his shoulder, then bent down slightly and lowered the car.

"Sir, where are you going?"

The young man's voice was loud and energetic.

Su Mingzhe pondered for a moment and said:

"Xiangzi Restaurant on Jixiang Road".

"Sit tight, please!"

The young man shouted and pulled the cart, running quickly.

Although the driver looked young, his driving skills were quite good. Su Mingzhe sat in the carriage without feeling any bumps.

In just over five minutes, we arrived at Xiangzi Restaurant.

Su Mingzhe casually tossed the driver a dime for the fare.

"Thank you, sir."

The driver was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly.

Then, the rickshaw driver pulled his rickshaw and disappeared into the crowd in a flash.

As Su Mingzhe walked to the restaurant entrance, the familiar signboard gleamed with a worn-out luster in the sunlight.

The boss, with his sharp eyes, spotted him immediately and a warm smile spread across his face.

"Xiao Tian, ​​why are you here so early today? What would you like to eat?"

The boss wiped his hands with a towel draped over his shoulder as he greeted the customers warmly.

Su Mingzhe pondered for a moment and said:

"A bowl of hot porridge, a plate of cold dishes, and a basket of cabbage and pork buns."

He wasn't actually very hungry, but the fatigue of the past few days made him feel he needed to eat something to fill his stomach and regain some strength.

"I'm telling you beforehand, you're not allowed to give me any money this time. You gave me a dollar last time."

The old shopkeeper looked at Su Mingzhe with a stern face.

"Alright, alright, Uncle Xiangzi, I'll eat for free this time, okay?"

Su Mingzhe smiled helplessly; he couldn't do anything about the old shopkeeper.

The old shopkeeper was a man of strong principles. Ever since he became successful, he had offered to give the old shopkeeper some money more than once to thank him for taking care of him over the years.

Without exception, the old shopkeeper firmly refused all offers, which led to the extra money he gave last time.

As soon as they were talking, steaming hot buns were brought to the table.

The steamed buns emitted an enticing aroma, and the white dough was still steaming slightly.

Su Mingzhe then poked a hole in the bun with his chopsticks to let the steam escape so he wouldn't get burned.

Just as I was about to enjoy my meal, a deep, middle-aged man's voice suddenly came from outside the restaurant.

"Is this Team Leader Su?"

The voice was completely unfamiliar; Su Mingzhe was certain he had never heard it before.

Moreover, he never wore military uniform when he went out, so logically, no one could know that he was the leader of the action team.

A strong sense of crisis instantly welled up in my heart.

not good!

Su Mingzhe reacted extremely quickly, almost instinctively leaping over and nimbly flipping behind the counter.

Then, a loud "boom" was heard, and the huge explosion of the grenade resounded like thunder in Su Mingzhe's ears.

The powerful shockwave from the explosion spread outwards like a surging tide, making Su Mingzhe feel as if countless bees were frantically buzzing in his ears.

The explosion occurred right where he had been standing. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would probably have been blown to pieces by now.

Then, the rapid and sharp shots from the Type 14 Nambu pistol rained down on his hiding place.

Each gunshot was like a death knell, exploding in the air.

Listening carefully to the density of the bullets, Su Mingzhe could sense that there were at least two people firing wildly at the same time.

The bullets flew like locusts, their powerful firepower intertwined, creating a suffocating barrage of fire.

This means that the number of attackers was around four.

Su Mingzhe's mind raced as he analyzed the current situation.

Su Mingzhe's eyes sharpened instantly. He quickly pulled out a Browning pistol from his pocket and held it up to the counter as if making a feint.

Sure enough, the assassins' attention was immediately drawn to it.

Su Mingzhe seized this fleeting opportunity, using the momentum to fall and decisively fire his gun from the side of the counter.

Two gunshots rang out, like the roar of death, and the heads of the two assassins exploded instantly, their red and white brain matter splattering all over the ground like exploding fireworks.

After successfully striking, Su Mingzhe took the opportunity to observe that there were four assassins in total. He quickly put away his pistol and waited for the next opportunity.

But his movements were still a little slow, and a sudden, excruciating pain shot through his left forearm.

A bullet struck his left forearm squarely, and dark red blood instantly stained his white shirt.

A sharp pain surged through him like a tidal wave, as if a million ants were frantically gnawing at his arm.

With no time to bandage himself, Su Mingzhe could only grit his teeth, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

He secretly plotted his next move, his mind racing like a high-speed machine, trying to figure out how to survive this desperate situation.