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

Of course, Watanabe Kazuya also received a scolding.

Asada Monji believed that the next day, major newspapers in the Nationalist-controlled areas would publish stories of Yu Wen's family's tragic fate, with headlines such as "The Fate of a Traitor."

The fake government spent a year putting in a lot of effort to promote itself, and now it's all been for nothing.

The lieutenant who spoke earlier was directly responsible, while Watanabe Kazuya was the department head. With Yu Wen's entire family gone, one less person was held responsible for the leadership's incompetence.

But that's about it.

After all, Watanabe Kazuya and Tahira Yubu hit it off immediately, and it was Watanabe Kazuya who facilitated Tahira Yubu's entry into the Special Higher Police.

As for Yuu Tahira's background, it goes without saying that he is a direct descendant of General Hasegawa.

Asada Monji also learned through an inside source that the name Tahira Yubu had even appeared on General Nagumo's desk, indicating that he had connections to the highest levels.

At the same time, Watanabe Kazuya was also Colonel Kurokawa's student. With this relationship, Asada Monji couldn't do anything to Watanabe Kazuya.

In the end, after scolding Watanabe, Monji actually offered a few words of encouragement and suspended Watanabe's salary for three months, resulting in a half-hearted resolution.

Unlike those spies who lived off military pay, Watanabe Kazuya had a flexible moral bottom line.

Before Su Mingzhe came to Shanghai, he made a fortune selling intelligence from the Special Higher Police to the Americans. After Su Mingzhe arrived, he also got a share of the profits from the smuggling business.

It's fair to say that the one thing Watanabe Kazuya has in abundance right now is money.

It was just three months' worth of military pay, nothing to him. He was now the richest stateless person in the entire Songhu Special Higher Police.

Living a life of luxury, frequenting brothels, and swaggering around Shanghai – that's the current reality for Kazuya Watanabe.

It's better to betray them. Only a dog would become a Japanese. I'm an anti-Japanese fighter now!

Just yesterday, Watanabe Kazuya received intelligence that the Navy had secretly lent the Army a large sum of money.

This greatly shocked him, and his worldview collapsed.

When did the Navy and Army become so close?

However, upon further reflection, Watanabe Kazuya figured it was probably another of the Director's outrageous and unethical ideas, so he let it go and just waited to see what happened.

It was through this incident that a false friendship was temporarily formed between the army and navy in Shanghai.

When the two groups meet, they don't spit at each other but greet each other in a friendly manner.

I wonder what Lu Jun will think when he finds he has to pay back dozens of times more money.

It's impossible to repay the money; it all depends on how tough the army's top brass really is in the end.

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"We've finally arrived at Songhu City, this wonderful place where even the air feels free."

Hou Zhiguo stood upright at the corner of the pedestrian street, his hands firmly on his hips, his chest rising and falling slightly, as he took a deep breath.

His gaze slowly swept across the bustling pedestrian street in front of him.

"Chief, I'm sorry to have troubled you these past few days."

Lu Guanzhen quickly stepped forward respectfully, his face showing concern, and handed over a clean white towel, gently wiping the fine beads of sweat from Hou Zhiguo's forehead.

Hou Zhiguo was the former director of the First Division of Telecommunications of the Military Intelligence Bureau, and Lu Guanzhen was his secretary.

His anger was completely ignited by his dissatisfaction with Boss Dai's personnel arrangements, specifically the promotion of Song Shuhan, the stationmaster of Chang'an Station, to major general.

Hou Zhiguo asked himself honestly, "I have worked diligently for so many years, and the merits I have made are numerous."

But what about Song Shuhan?

His so-called repeated achievements were nothing more than having a good subordinate, Su Mingzhe, who had already died in the Japanese spy assassination attempt last year.

For a whole year, Song Shuhan had accomplished nothing and was just a parasite lying on the merit list. What right did he have to be promoted to major general before him?

Of course, he wouldn't know that Su Mingzhe was still alive, much less that Song Shuhan's promotion to major general was a special approval granted by the principal, thanks to Su Mingzhe's influence.

However, the so-called dissatisfaction with Boss Dai's personnel arrangements is just an external explanation.

The reality is that Hou Zhiguo was a corrupt official, and the anti-corruption campaign happened to target him. If he continued to stay in the Military Intelligence Bureau, he would inevitably be punished according to the rules.

Even worse, he sold top-secret intelligence to the British, Americans, and even the Japanese for money, which caused the Kuomintang's several large-scale arrests to fail.

You can't hide fire with paper forever; there will always be a day when it can't be concealed.

If Hou Zhiguo is like this, his secretary is no better; they're all a bunch of snakes and rats.

But a person who can become a colonel and director of the Telecommunications Department may be bad, but he is definitely not incompetent. Hou Zhiguo was called the Military Intelligence Bureau's codebook by Boss Dai.

There may be a wrong name, but no wrong nickname. Hou Zhiguo could recite all the codebooks of the Military Intelligence Bureau, except for the few top-secret codebooks personally managed by Boss Dai.

This person was of immense value, and in order to cover his successful defection, the Nanjing puppet government even deployed several hidden agents buried in the mountain city.

He was given very generous treatment, serving as a major general in charge of the Special Operations Headquarters, and concurrently as the Deputy Minister of Political Affairs of the Police Department of the puppet government.

Hou Zhiguo's first stop was to visit the headquarters of the Special Higher Police in Shanghai.

Not long after, the Special Higher Police sent a car to pick him up.

"Director Hou, please."

Hou Zhiguo didn't stand on ceremony and sat directly in the back seat of the bulletproof car, while his secretary sat in another car.

On the bus, Hou Zhiguo kept looking around at the ancient city of Songhu, while secretly memorizing the route.

He's known as a codebook; his memory is phenomenal. He can never forget anything he's seen once.

However, it was precisely because of this that he suffered from severe insomnia. At night, fragments of memories would flash through his mind like a slideshow.

"What's going on up ahead? There's a chaotic mess of soldiers running around everywhere?"

Hou Zhiguo speaks good Japanese and can communicate with the driver without any problems.

Upon hearing this, the driver clearly didn't want to answer, so he changed the subject and took a different route.

It wasn't until Hou Zhiguo repeatedly pressed him that the driver finally revealed the truth.

Upon hearing this, Hou Zhiguo's brain completely shut down.

Yu Wen's whole family died tragically because he became a traitor, so what about me?

Hou Zhiguo broke out in a cold sweat instantly, and his lips turned pale.

How could I have run into something like this so soon after arriving? What damn bad luck! I should have known better than to betray them.

However, given the awful things I've done, I wouldn't survive if I didn't run away.

Hou Zhiguo immediately gave a bitter smile, a smile that was even uglier than a cry.

The driver saw Hou Zhiguo's face in the rearview mirror and realized he had said the wrong thing, so he quickly said:

"Director Hou, I was just talking nonsense, please don't take it to heart."

How could I not take it to heart!

However, Hou Zhiguo didn't say anything and just waved his hand.

Did you just speak? I'm hard of hearing and didn't hear you clearly.

Then he took out a silver note from his pocket and handed it over.