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

Upon seeing Su Mingzhe injured, the two assassins quickly entered the restaurant and slowly surrounded him from the left and right.

At this moment, Su Mingzhe could clearly hear the footsteps of the two getting closer and closer, the sound being particularly clear in the quiet restaurant.

However, he felt little fear; in his heart, dying on the battlefield was the most glorious way for every Chinese person to die.

He had only one thought in his mind: could he take one more person down with him before he died?

Just as he was resigned to his fate and prepared to fight to the death, several crisp and loud gunshots suddenly rang out from outside.

The familiar gunshot instantly ignited a glimmer of hope in Su Mingzhe's heart.

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The thought immediately popped into his head, after all, the Japanese wouldn't use such a weapon.

Two muffled groans were heard, and then the two assassins fell heavily to the ground like scarecrows that had lost their support.

"Is anyone still breathing inside?"

The sound came from a distance, about thirty meters away.

Upon hearing this voice, Su Mingzhe's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

With the crisis resolved, to avoid accidental injury, Su Mingzhe threw the gun out from behind the counter to show that he was not in danger.

Immediately afterwards, a series of chaotic footsteps were heard, and a group of people surged into the restaurant like a tide.

Then, four gunshots shattered the brief silence as patrol officers finished off the four assassins one by one.

At the same time, they quickly surrounded Su Mingzhe.

"Don't move, hands up."

The patrol officers, holding batons and looking tense, were led by a police chief who pointed a Mauser pistol at Su Mingzhe warily.

“My ID is in my shirt pocket. Take it out and look at it yourselves.”

The sheriff narrowed his eyes slightly and gave a signal. The youngest patrolman beside him looked somewhat frightened, his body trembling slightly.

He hesitated for a moment, then mustered his courage, darted forward, quickly pulled out Su Mingzhe's ID, and immediately retreated.

His hands trembled slightly as he held the identification and respectfully handed it to the police chief.

"Coward, you're just eating sorghum rice for nothing."

The sheriff was furious when he saw the young patrolman, so he kicked him hard in the backside before checking his identification.

The cover of the document reads "Chang'an Station, Military Intelligence Investigation Department" in large characters.

These words made the sheriff's heart skip a beat.

Then, the sheriff solemnly opened his identification.

After carefully comparing the photo on the ID with Su Mingzhe and confirming that they matched, she quickly returned the ID to Su Mingzhe with both hands, her attitude instantly undergoing a complete 180-degree turn.

With a beaming smile, he said, "Team Leader Su, I really didn't know it was you. I'm so sorry for offending you. I hope you won't hold it against me."

Then, he yelled and cursed at his patrol officers:

"Are you blind? Can't you see it's Team Leader Su? Put down what you're holding right now!"

The sheriff quickly helped Su Mingzhe up from the ground and patted the dust off him.

The Military Intelligence Investigation Department oversees the military and police, and is their direct superior department. Its power is unimaginable; killing someone is as easy as crushing an ant.

In the eyes of these junior patrol officers, not to mention the leader of the action group, even the captain of the action team was a very important figure to this police chief.

Then, the sheriff saw a patch of blood on Su Mingzhe's left arm, and the shocking red color made his heart tighten.

"Team Leader Su, are you injured? I'll take you to the hospital right away."

Without hesitation, he took off his patrol uniform and quickly and skillfully tied it to Su Mingzhe's left arm to temporarily stop the bleeding.

"What's your name?"

Su Mingzhe asked the police chief in front of him.

Upon hearing this, the sheriff's expression instantly turned serious. He straightened his back and gave a standard salute.

"Reporting, sir, my name is Gong Shouguo, and I am the police chief of Jinhua District Police Station."

Su Mingzhe nodded slightly, a hint of gratitude in his eyes.

"Thank you, I'll remember you, I'll never forget your life-saving kindness."

Upon hearing Su Mingzhe's words, Gong Shouguo's face lit up with joy, and an indescribable excitement welled up in his heart.

He was just on a routine patrol today, but he didn't expect to run into this mess.

He originally didn't want to get involved, after all, it's better to avoid trouble.

But when he heard the sound of the pistol sounding remarkably like the Japanese Type 14 Nambu, a surge of patriotic fervor rushed through him, and his sense of responsibility was instantly ignited. That's why he rushed out without hesitation.

Every patrol officer entering the police station must be able to distinguish the sound of Japanese firearms; this is one of the mandatory subjects for probationary officers to become full-fledged officers.

Unexpectedly, it was this passion that led him to meet the important figure before him, and such a young team leader at that, whose future prospects were immeasurable.

Su Mingzhe first slowly bent down and carefully put the sidearm that had been thrown on the ground back in his pocket.

Then, he walked somewhat heavily to the shop entrance.

Despite his suspicions, a sliver of hope lingered deep within him, wishing things wouldn't turn out as badly as he feared.

However, when his gaze fell on Uncle Xiangzi, the cruel reality instantly shattered his last shred of illusion.

Uncle Xiangzi had five shocking bloody holes in his body, and blood gushed out like a spring, staining a large area of ​​the ground red.

Uncle Xiangzi lay there quietly, lifeless.

"Uncle Xiangzi!"

Su Mingzhe cried out in grief, his voice filled with endless sorrow.

It felt as if a sharp blade had stabbed his heart, and the pain instantly spread throughout his body.

From this day forward, the person he loved most in this world has left him, and was even indirectly killed by him.

His eyes were red-rimmed, and a surge of sadness overwhelmed him instantly.

After a long silence, Su Mingzhe, suppressing his grief, slowly spoke:

"Chief Gong, please give this old man's body a proper burial. Thank you."

After saying that, he turned around and hailed a rickshaw to go to the hospital.

Watching Su Mingzhe's departing figure, Gong Shouguo couldn't bear to let him go alone, so he immediately sent two patrolmen to follow him on foot.

After turning several corners, Su Mingzhe arrived at the nearest Ping An Hospital.

The hospital wasn't big, and there weren't many patients inside.

After all, medical care is too expensive, and it's simply unaffordable with wages in this era.

At this moment, Su Mingzhe was wearing a dirty white shirt, with a police uniform tied to his left arm, and two police officers following behind him.

The two had run all the way here and were exhausted, but they dared not breathe loudly, for fear of affecting the mood of the important person in front of them.

"Which of you three needs to see a doctor? Where does it hurt?"

Seeing the strange behavior of the three people, the nurse on duty put down her pen and asked them a question.

"Gun wound."