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

Almost no one could refuse such a generous offer of 20 silver dollars.

Xu Feng achieved his KPI in just one day.

There were ten waitresses, eight women and two men, an old man with a limp left leg and an old woman with a limp right leg, a teenage boy, and the rest of the women were mostly in their twenties or thirties.

On their first day of work, Su Mingzhe paid these ten people a month's salary, which was twenty yuan.

“I know your families are struggling financially, and many of you have run out of food. This month’s wages are meant to help you buy food and clothes.”

By the way, next month's wages will be paid as usual.

Su Mingzhe looked at the group of people and said calmly.

Then he looked at Yan Yun:

"Yan Yun, show them around the work."

"You guys come with me."

Afterwards, Yan Yun took them away and gave them instructions.

Yan Yun was officially promoted from waiter to lobby manager.

All of this was done in front of a group of guests, so it could be considered a show.

Then, through their words, they completely established the persona of Yubu Tahei.

Sure enough, the guests applauded when they saw all of this.

The junior officers in the navy applauded the most enthusiastically.

No one knows whether tomorrow or death will come first. The military pay of these junior officers is not much, just enough to barely support their families. Once they die, the livelihood of their parents, wives and children will be in trouble.

The end result is that wives remarry or even sell their souls just to make ends meet, and this kind of problem is actually very common.

Therefore, no one is immune to worrying about what will happen after they pass away.

But at this time, someone says to you, "I will take care of your wife and children, so you don't need to worry."

How would you feel?

Therefore, it is understandable that these people are excited.

Even some officers from the Special Higher Police were somewhat moved.

Damn it, what the hell am I doing as a spy? I should have joined the navy back then.

Ignoring these people, Su Mingzhe simply thought to himself, "A bunch of bumpkins," before going upstairs.

I had just gotten upstairs and hadn't even had a sip of hot tea when I heard a sharp whistle coming from afar.

The sound of this whistle was very penetrating, but it was too far away, and the sound was already very faint by the time it reached Su Mingzhe's ears.

Su Mingzhe used the system to determine the direction of the sound, and the result was Jisifeier Road.

Immediately, Su Mingzhe knew what had happened.

It's likely that one of Yu Wen's agents did it; his entire family is dead.

These scourges should have died long ago. Su Mingzhe is kind-hearted and let them live so long.

......

No. 422 Jisi Feier Road.

Martial law has been declared here, and military police are everywhere.

The military police surrounded the area, preventing anyone from approaching.

The air was thick with the stench of blood; the pungent, sweet, and rotten smell wafted straight into people's nostrils.

It instantly made one's stomach churn and almost made them want to vomit.

Twelve heads were severed, the cuts at the necks were mangled and bloody, the dark red blood had dried and formed gruesome scabs.

They were strung together on lanterns that swayed in the wind at the doorway, threaded through their hair buns with rough hemp rope.

His eyes, which had been pierced by a sharp object, were now blinded, and the dark eye sockets silently spoke of his pain and fear.

Their tongues had also been cut off, and the lacerations at the corners of their mouths were twisted and contorted.

These faces, mangled and disfigured, are so horrifying that it's impossible to look directly at them.

These people have indeed inherited Su Mingzhe's true skills, and they have quite a bit of his style of doing things.

The words "This is what happens to traitors" were written in blood on the wall, a clear provocation.

"idiot!"

Watanabe Kazuya, who had rushed over, slapped a lieutenant next to him.

Not satisfied, he slapped her a few more times with his backhand.

His facial muscles contorted with rage, and his once clear eyes were now bloodshot.

Watanabe Kazuya's chest heaved violently, each breath accompanied by a heavy sound, and his body trembled uncontrollably due to the intense emotional turmoil.

In reality, he was completely unmoved, and even felt a little amused.

This is clearly the work of the Director.

Watanabe Kazuya dared to say that no one in the Special Higher Police Division understood Su Mingzhe better than him.

You deserve to be traitors!

This was Watanabe Kazuya's true inner thought, little did he know that he himself was a traitor.

He is now just a stateless anti-Japanese fighter.

The plight of these dozen or so people was nothing to him. If you had ever been to Su Mingzhe's interrogation room, you would know just how fortunate these dozen or so people were.

In that interrogation room, it was truly a situation where one could neither live nor die.

Even now, Watanabe Kazuya's body still trembles when he recalls the scene of being doused with cold water.

Then, he raised his hand and slapped the lieutenant next to him twice.

"Hai."

"What a bunch of useless trash! This is an important partner of the Special Higher Police, and this is how you protect him?"

Do you realize how bad the impact of this is? It will make Yu Wen's successors hesitant, and it will make the empire's operations behind enemy lines even more difficult.

Can you bear the consequences?

Faced with Watanabe Kazuya's endless stream of hats, the lieutenant broke out in a cold sweat.

Even ten of him couldn't withstand such a heavy blow.

"Major Watanabe, I..."

"What do you mean, 'I'? I'm a complete piece of trash."

Watanabe was still not satisfied, so he slapped him twice more.

He discovered for the first time that hitting someone could feel so good.

The root of all this may be that he spent more and more time with Su Mingzhe and became influenced by him.

Then, he sighed deeply and shook his head.

"Never mind, I know your parents are old and they can't live without you if you die."

I can't stand seeing my brother suffer like this. I'll take some of the blame for you and put in a good word for you with Section Chief Asada. You won't be in any trouble.”

This rhetoric is exactly the same as Su Mingzhe's.

This tactic of winning people's hearts, though simple and crude, is indeed effective.

As soon as Watanabe Kazuya finished speaking, the young lieutenant almost knelt down before him.

"Major Watanabe, I will never forget your great kindness in my life."

From this day forward, whatever you do, you shall obey my commands without question.

The lieutenant was so excited he almost cried. The ups and downs of his life had come too quickly for him to accept.

"Alright, you can check the clues here first. I'll report the situation here to Section Chief Asada now."

"Hai."

Seeing the lieutenant walk away, Watanabe Kazuya found it somewhat amusing.

Young people are so easy to fool. This lieutenant's eyes are like those of a recent college graduate—foolish yet clear-eyed.

Turning his head, Watanabe Kazuya picked up the public phone next to him and dialed Asada's office.

Of course, he couldn't possibly take any responsibility himself, so Watanabe Kazuya directly shifted all the blame onto the lieutenant from earlier.

Upon hearing Watanabe Kazuya's report, Asada Monji flew into a rage.

Unlike Watanabe Kazuya's feigned anger, he was genuinely furious.

This makes it a complete joke that the Special Higher Police will have no credibility or capability left in the future.