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

Su Mingzhe stared at the table full of staple food and fell into deep thought. Chu Yunfei was right!

However, Hou Zhiguo had no interest in using these hometown noodles to toast everyone one by one.

Of everyone present, only Watanabe Kazuya was focused on eating.

"General Hou, I have the utmost respect for heroes. Please drink this cup to the brim."

Nanzo Yunzi gave a charming smile, sat down next to Hou Zhiguo, and gently took his arm.

She's a seasoned player in the dating scene, well aware of the principle of moderation, so she stopped short of making any further moves.

A man must be suspended, but the distance between them must be neither too far nor too close.

If you're too far away, the fish will easily get away; if you're too close, the novelty and mystery will quickly disappear.

However, those who could reach the position of director of the Military Intelligence Bureau's Telecommunications Department did not have a strong primal desire for women, especially career-oriented traitors like Hou Zhiguo.

What he wanted was power that was infinitely close to the top; what he wanted was for everyone to submit to him.

But Hou Zhiguo knew that this was a direct bait thrown by the Japanese, and he had to take the bait.

So he decided to take the act seriously and enjoy the tofu.

"By the way, General Hou, I have a telegram here that was recently intercepted, and the communications department hasn't been able to crack it yet."

"You've arrived just in time; please take a look and see what this means."

After saying that, Asada Monji presented a telegram.

This was the initial probe.

Because he couldn't be sure if Hou Zhiguo was a spy for the Military Intelligence Bureau, although the probability was low.

Using himself as bait, he stole intelligence from the Special Agents Headquarters and the Special Higher Police, and even risked his life to betray them at a crucial moment.

This lesson was painful, and Asada Monji still remembers it vividly to this day.

Not only the Military Intelligence Bureau and the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, but the Japanese also continuously learned and grew during the war.

This telegram had long been deciphered by moles hidden within the Military Intelligence Bureau. It contained a list of supplies, including the time and place of delivery, of weapons that the Germans were supplying to the Nationalists.

With the formation of the three Axis powers, Japan presented Germany with a choice: Japan or China.

Although Germany was reluctant, it had no choice but to agree to Japan's request and stop providing weapons aid to China.

This was the last batch of weapons aid.

Because the sea routes were blocked by Japan, they had to be transshipped through a third-party country. The transaction took place at the border with Southeast Asia, and the time was a month later.

This intelligence is very important. If Hou Zhiguo has any ulterior motives and translates it carelessly, he will be shot.

Of course, this was an overreaction from Asada Monji; Hou Zhiguo was determined to become a traitor.

He reached into his jacket pocket, rummaged around for a bit, and pulled out a gold-plated fountain pen.

At this moment, his mind was like a projector, rapidly flashing through all kinds of coded information he had previously mastered. Following that deep memory, his fingers danced skillfully on the paper.

In less than five minutes, clear lines of text appeared on the paper, and he successfully deciphered the code.

Then, he slowly got up.

The reason I stood up was purely out of professional habit, in order to avoid the gaze of others present and prevent the deciphered telegram from being seen by others.

Then, he went to Asada Monji and handed him the telegram.

Asada Monji looked at the accurately translated intelligence and his wariness of Hou Zhiguo lessened by half, but he felt more contempt for him.

This is only natural; people always pay tribute to heroes and despise traitors who sell out their masters for personal gain.

Even if a traitor's defection is advantageous to oneself, one's deep-seated thoughts cannot be changed.

"General Hou achieved great success as soon as he arrived in Shanghai. He truly deserves the title of 'Codebook'."

I'm combining this welcome banquet with a victory celebration.

"Section Chief Asada, you flatter me. It's all thanks to the brothers in the telecommunications department who intercepted this telegram. Shikoku was just taking advantage of the situation."

Seeing the two of them looking radiant, Su Mingzhe's heart sank.

In his previous life, Hou Zhiguo did not betray the country, nor was he found to have any corruption issues, because most of his assets were in Jiangcheng.

But now that Jiangcheng has been defended, his misdeeds have been exposed.

The effect of Su Mingzhe's butterfly flapping wings manifested itself at this moment.

"General Hou, don't you have any gifts to give them?"

Now it's Nanzo Yunko's turn to ask a question.

It was called a gift, but it was really a pledge of allegiance.

Without a ladder, how dare you climb high branches?

Hou Zhiguo understood this principle, of course, and he was prepared for it.

However, he couldn't be the one to say this, otherwise it would make him seem like a desperate fugitive. He needed to elevate his own status, so only the Japanese could bring it up.

"Oh dear, look at my memory, I've completely forgotten about this."

After saying that, Hou Zhiguo took out two codebooks from his pocket and handed them to Nanzo Yunzi.

"These are two codebooks commonly used by the Military Intelligence Bureau. Consider them my gift to you."

In my haste to leave, I left several classified codebooks locked in the cabinet without taking them with me.

But all of these things are in my head, ready to be used anytime.

In fact, he had plenty of time to bring these things out; it was purely intentional.

He can't squeeze all his value out of himself right away; that wouldn't do him any good.

Although the Japanese promises to him will not change, he can still control the entire intelligence headquarters.

But he became a pawn that could be replaced at any time; if the Japanese were in a bad mood, they could kick him aside.

At the same time, Hou Zhiguo was terrified of assassination attempts by Kuomintang agents. Boss Dai hated traitors the most and was ruthless in enforcing the family law.

Maintaining high value over a long period is also a way to seek asylum from the Japanese.

Only in this way will the Japanese truly go to great lengths to protect his safety.

Slip!

This was Asada Monji's impression of Hou Zhiguo.

But he had no choice. Hou Zhiguo was sincere, and he couldn't push him too hard. Asada Monji could only grit his teeth and accept it.

At this moment, Watanabe Kazuya had almost finished eating. He picked up a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, showing no intention of probing.

In fact, his main purpose was simply to make up the numbers.

As for Zhou Zheng?

Sorry, he's not qualified.

As the person of lowest status in the room, he could only keep pouring drinks, and so far, apart from offering a few words of congratulations to Hou Zhiguo, he hadn't said a single word.

Therefore, Su Mingzhe became the last person to ask a question.

But he's a "latecomer" to the field, at least in the eyes of the Special Higher Police, so don't expect him to ask any insightful questions.

Su Mingzhe clearly didn't want to ask any insightful questions; he figured he'd leave the rest of the secrets for Hou Zhiguo to take to the cemetery.

Then he posed a potentially fatal question:

"By the way, I remember that the army launched an operation codenamed Hurricane against Jiangcheng some time ago, but I heard that the operation's communications were intercepted, which ultimately led to the failure of the operation."

General Hou, are you aware of this matter?

This question sounds innocuous and is extremely subtle, but it is actually the most damaging question in this test.