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

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Hatsukawa Kazuyoshi was taken aback. How could this new officer be even more ruthless than him, the head of the Special Higher Police interrogation team?

But thinking about it, it makes sense. The electric chair is so famous that this young officer, who "didn't know how to interrogate," probably only knew about it.

Interrogation is an art; it doesn't mean resorting to torture right from the start, otherwise you could easily kill the prisoner.

However, slowly grinding down prisoners using the "hawk-training" tactic is obviously not feasible. Intelligence requires real-time information; otherwise, even if all the prisoners confess, the intelligence will be worthless.

Therefore, we must make full use of the prisoners' fear, their psychological limits, their desire for life and their fear of death, to obtain intelligence in the shortest possible time with minimal trauma.

That's the allure of interrogation.

However, this is only in theory; in reality, it is often a matter of choosing one of two options.

When Hatsukawa Kazuyoshi heard that Tahira Yubu wanted to use the electric chair, he shook his head and refused.

The electric chair is too uncertain, especially since Qiu Yabin has a heart condition and is very likely to die in the electric chair.

Qiu Yabin is very valuable. If we can get him to talk, we can completely paralyze the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) intelligence system in Shanghai.

This was their chance to shine as the interrogation team, and Hatsukawa Kazuyoshi didn't want to expose his true colors.

Seeing Hatsukawa Kazuyoshi's expression, Su Mingzhe frowned slightly; things were getting complicated.

Without the electric chair, it would be difficult to make Qiu Yabin die unexpectedly in the interrogation room. Based on future historical predictions, he would eventually betray the country and confess everything he knew.

Su Mingzhe could only sigh for the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS). It seemed there was no way to save them; he could only let them fend for themselves.

However, he wasn't foolish enough to risk being exposed by passing messages to the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS).

To put it bluntly, none of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) agents in the entire Shanghai-Nanjing region were as valuable as Su Mingzhe alone.

He had already done more than enough by shooting those assassins before they could speak, allowing the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics to escape unscathed. This had already settled the score for their participation in the previous ambush.

Since we can't let Zhou Jingshan die in the interrogation room, let's cripple him to prevent him from defecting to the enemy and harming the people in the future.

In fact, this is completely contrary to current values.

Before a bad person breaks the law, he is still protected by the law.

But here, even if you're just suspected of being a bad person, let alone knowing you're one, the next second you'll be offered seaweed and egg drop soup.

There was no cauliflower, and no soup.

There were no human rights here; human dignity was ruthlessly trampled upon. This was one of the darkest periods in the entire history of China.

Don't fantasize about traveling back to this cannibalistic era. There aren't that many officials' wives and masters. It's considered lucky to even become a maid or page.

It's most likely just a skeleton frozen to death by the roadside.

Moreover, Su Mingzhe already knows what that beast Qiu Yabin has done since then, even if he can be considered a hero for now.

But from the moment he betrayed his country, all his previous achievements were erased, all his past honors became history, and he would be forever nailed to the pillar of historical shame.

"Mr. Qiu, you know the methods of our Special Higher Police. It's better for both of us to confess sooner rather than later."

"I promise you, as long as you surrender to the Empire, I will grant you a lifetime of wealth and honor, and piles of gold."

Su Mingzhe quickly immersed himself in the role of the deputy head of the Special Higher Police interrogation team, which drew a sidelong glance from Hatsukawa Kazuyoshi.

This young man seems to have a strong learning ability. No wonder he was valued by General Hase at such a young age and was promoted to captain.

"Hey, damn it, bring it on, you little devils! Grandpa isn't afraid to die!"

That's what he said, but his voice was trembling, and his mouth was the only part of his body that was firm.

Being unafraid of death does not mean being unafraid of pain; without unwavering faith, it would be impossible to endure these inhumane tortures.

"Hatsukawa-kun, why don't you let me handle this criminal? It'll be a good opportunity for me to try my hand at it."

"Every day it's either shooting practice or training soldiers, but training people is much more interesting."

After Su Mingzhe finished speaking, Chu Chuan Yijia unconsciously took two steps away from Su Mingzhe. This man had some mental illness, and might even be a pervert.

Although he didn't say anything, his intention to take a step back was very clear: to let Su Mingzhe handle it himself.

Immediately, Su Mingzhe gave instructions to the guards standing nearby.

“Gag him and get a hammer.”

The gag wasn't to prevent him from howling and disturbing the neighbors, but simply to prevent him from biting off his tongue and suffocating to death while shouting.

However, Su Mingzhe interpreted it in a different way.

To prevent him from confessing before he becomes a cripple.

As long as he doesn't have to work for the Japanese, taking this job isn't unacceptable.

Previously, he had been the one to torture Japanese devils, but now he had become the person he used to hate the most.

It's estimated that the first thing the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) will do after its reconstruction is to assassinate that beast, Tian Pingyoubu. Su Mingzhe's face will also be despised by the world.

The rights and wrongs, merits and demerits, will be judged by future generations. All Su Mingzhe can do is kill more Japanese soldiers and save more Chinese people, nothing more.

For this, he was willing to bear all the infamy.

In fact, Qiu Yabin was already considering confessing.

Before he could even speak, a sweat-soaked towel was shoved into his mouth, rendering him unable to utter a single word.

Su Mingzhe could tell that he was somewhat tempted, and now was the time to act decisively.

“Smash his fingers with a hammer, starting with the thumb.”

Upon hearing this, Hatsukawa Kazuyoshi wanted to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

After all, Qiu Yabin's abilities only became apparent after his defection, and now his greatest value lies in the information he can glean.

As long as he confesses, it will be a great achievement; the methods used are secondary.

However, Tian Pingjun's methods were indeed quite ruthless.

Interrogation is a delicate task, and his skills were clearly too rough; he needed more practice, Hatsukawa Kazuyoshi thought to himself.

Tian Pingjun is a former Marine, so it's normal for him to be ruthless; after all, you can't lead troops without decisive methods.

Although Qiu Yabin couldn't understand Japanese, he could guess what the Japanese soldiers were planning to do just by looking at them.

He struggled desperately to back away, but his body was restrained by the interrogation chair and he could not move at all.

I need to recruit! I need to recruit!

However, his mouth was stuffed with a towel, so he couldn't say a complete sentence.

The Japanese soldier swung his hammer and smashed it down on Qiu Yabin's two thumbs.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Qiu Yabin glared angrily, his eyes bloodshot and veins bulging.

He swore that this was the first time in his life he had felt such pain.

Qiu Yabin's two thumbs were smashed to pieces, the bones inside were pulverized and fractured, and there was no possibility of further treatment.

This also means that he will never be able to hold a gun again in his life.