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

Su Mingzhe, who had just rushed back to the chess club from outside, did not linger at all and went straight into the bedroom on the third floor of the chess club where he usually rested.

Upon entering the room, he quickly turned around and locked the bedroom door tightly from the inside.

Immediately afterwards, he strode to the spotless desk in the room, reached deep into the drawer, and took out three sheets of white paper.

He spread them out neatly on the table. Su Mingzhe took a deep breath, then closed his eyes and began to carefully search his mind for those memory fragments.

He tried to perfectly replicate the key information he had observed onto these three sheets of paper.

Su Mingzhe wrote with complete concentration, his pen dancing smoothly across the paper, while also keeping a close eye on the word count.

Su Mingzhe tried his best to make the number of words on the three sheets of paper roughly the same.

At least as far as Su Mingzhe knew, Shen Bei, Yan Yun, and Xu Feng's telegram sending speeds were all about the same.

As for why Luo Dayou wasn't allowed to send the telegram?

Do not ask.

Su Mingzhe ensured that the content on each page could independently form a relatively complete and valuable piece of intelligence.

If the intelligence sent is merely to mechanically balance the word count without considering the completeness and logic of its actual content, it will inevitably suffer a great loss at critical moments.

To put it bluntly, if Shen Bei and his men are captured, and the telegrams are not fully sent, the value of the remaining two telegrams will plummet due to the delay in sending them.

Then, all that Su Mingzhe has done will be meaningless.

Time passed quietly, and half an hour later, Su Mingzhe finally put down his pen.

The three sheets of paper in front of me were densely covered with two or three hundred words of writing.

Su Mingzhe knew that these words carried not only information, but also the fate of hundreds of thousands of people.

For sending a message, such length and content is undoubtedly a formidable challenge, and even for experienced agents, the difficulty level is extremely high.

But Su Mingzhe knew that this was the best he could do within the limited time and conditions.

He had considered other avenues, such as seeking help from the organization or other agents at the Songhu Station to jointly complete the mission of sending this intelligence.

In this turbulent and perilous intelligence battlefield, the secrecy of intelligence is a matter of life and death.

With each additional person who gains access to the intelligence, the risk increases exponentially.

Although they all share the same mission and goal, people's hearts are unpredictable. In this cruel environment, no one can guarantee that every agent who infiltrates Shanghai will have unwavering faith.

If even the slightest act of betrayal by a traitor occurs, the entire chain of operations will collapse instantly.

All efforts and plans will be in vain, the meticulously prepared operation will fail completely, and countless lives and blood will be sacrificed in vain.

This intelligence is no ordinary document; it concerns the lives of hundreds of thousands of people, and any slight error could lead to irreversible consequences.

Therefore, we must be extremely cautious and absolutely cannot be careless or negligent in the slightest.

After finishing writing, Su Mingzhe solemnly handed the three intelligence reports to the three people in turn, and earnestly instructed them:

"The three of you will each go to one of the three safe houses I have arranged in advance. The specific addresses are written at the end of the intelligence report."

Remember, only these three rooms are equipped with working radios.

You must use these backup radios to accurately transmit the intelligence I have given you to the mountain town.

In order to distract the enemy and increase the chances of successfully sending intelligence, the three of you must send messages simultaneously, keeping the enemy busy and overwhelmed.

The operation is scheduled for 7:00 PM tonight.

This mission is of paramount importance, concerning the interests and mission of the Party and the country. I hope that each of you will give it your all and live up to the cultivation and trust that the Party and the country have placed in you.

Wish ya'll good luck. "

His voice was deep, and his words carried an undeniable authority.

Suddenly, there was a sense of tragic grandeur, like the ancient warriors before their departure for battle, reminiscent of the mournful cry of the Yi River.

Watching the three figures gradually disappear into the distance, a resolute and decisive look flashed in Su Mingzhe's eyes. He immediately set about carrying out the second step of his plan.

After a series of upheavals and adjustments, the Songhu Railway Station is now gradually moving towards integration.

Although it hasn't reached the point where all the agents have joined the Green Gang and are directly under his command.

However, under the current circumstances, Su Mingzhe has already gained a certain amount of power and can unilaterally issue mission orders to them.

The task he assigned to these agents was simple and clear—to launch an assassination operation against the Shanghai-Songhu Special Higher Police at around 7 p.m. tonight, and to carry out a large-scale attack.

If conditions permit, we must also try our best to destroy the Special Higher Police's signal monitoring vehicle.

In this way, without the patrols of those few heavy armored vehicles, the success rate of Shen Bei and his two companions sending messages can be greatly improved.

Finally, it was Su Mingzhe who stepped in.

Use chaos to quell chaos, and win amidst chaos.

Su Mingzhe planned to provoke conflict between the Japanese Navy and Army on a small scale, preferably to the point of physical altercation, causing chaos and congestion in the city and delaying the Special Higher Police's investigation.

This is the best that Su Mingzhe can do with his current abilities.

"Dudududu..."

Under the pitch-black night sky, the beeping of radio waves broke the silence of the night.

As the radio continued to broadcast, the entire city seemed to be dragged into an abyss of chaos by an invisible hand.

Flames soared into the sky in the streets and alleys, and explosions rose and fell, the deafening roars like the roars of beasts tearing apart the tranquility of the night.

Gunfire erupted in rapid succession, bullets whistling through the streets and alleys with deadly force.

Amidst the billowing smoke, crowds of people could be seen fleeing in panic, a stark contrast to the figures lying haphazardly on the ground.

Many civilians were accidentally injured, but the vast majority of those who fell were Japanese invaders, especially members of the Special Higher Police.

However, soon, the military intelligence investigation team also suffered heavy casualties.

Some who were injured and unable to escape chose to commit suicide by swallowing potassium cyanide.

The Japanese won't be able to capture a single one alive.

This is a battle where lives are traded for time.

Although small in scale and with few people, it is still magnificent.

The purpose was to deliver a fatal blow to those Special Higher Police members who had committed numerous atrocities, making them pay a heavy price for their violence.

And also to rekindle the flame of hope for resistance on this war-torn land, even if that flame must bloom amidst blood and sacrifice.

Long live victory!