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

Upon hearing Su Mingzhe's order, Shen Bei revealed a sinister smile.

He slowly drew the sharp dagger from his waist, spat on it, and said with a mocking tone, "Consider this disinfecting it for you. Bear with it, my knife is very fast."

At this moment, Shimizu Yutaro, who was tightly bound to the interrogation chair, had a look of terror in his eyes.

He struggled desperately backward, but the interrogation chair only made a creaking sound that made his teeth ache, and he couldn't break free at all.

Su Mingzhe stood indifferently at the doorway, slightly turning his body to avoid getting blood on him if it splattered later.

Shen Bei's eyes hardened, and he swung the dagger down fiercely. In an instant, Shimizu Yutaro broke Sun Yaoting's record in a completely new way.

But Su Mingzhe assured that he would definitely not be the last one to refresh the page.

Yutaro Shimizu's wounds were shocking; warm blood gushed out like a spring, instantly spilling onto the ground.

He felt a sharp pain, as if the whole world was collapsing, and the next second everything went black before he fainted from the pain.

Upon seeing this, the guards turned pale, their eyes filled with shock and fear, and unconsciously moved further away from Su Mingzhe.

In their eyes, Su Mingzhe was a heartless killer who treated human life as worthless.

"Use a tourniquet to stop his bleeding. Is he so eager to die? That's too easy on him."

I have not given him the right to die; he only has the fate of being chosen.

Su Mingzhe's voice remained cold.

The interrogation room had readily available basic medical equipment. Shen Bei hurriedly opened the medical kit, took out a tourniquet, pressed it onto the bloody wound, and then quickly wrapped it with gauze.

The bleeding has finally stopped, and now it's just gradually staining the tourniquet red, which is under control.

"Help him wake up."

Seeing that the Japanese spies were temporarily out of danger, Su Mingzhe gave another order.

A basin of cold water was held high and then splashed onto Shimizu Yutaro's face.

"Waaaaah... Waaaaah!"

The Japanese spy, subjected to such torture, reacted violently, his eyes wide open as if they were about to bulge out.

He had been brainwashed by the Bushido spirit since childhood, and this humiliation was more painful for him than death.

This is not only an insult to him personally, but also a disgrace to his family and to the entire Bushido!

The grief and pain in Shimizu Yutaro's heart were beyond words.

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained encrypted intelligence]

Yutaro Shimizu communicates with the praying mantis through a dead letter box, located on the third stone brick to the left of the big tree at No. 23 Huangshan Road.

Sure enough, the two didn't need to meet or talk; Deputy Station Chief Wang had been proven to be innocent, and the dead mailbox did indeed exist.

However, since Deputy Station Chief Wang is innocent, the suspicion against Zhao Peng, the head of the intelligence department who instigated Deputy Station Chief Wang to go to the photo studio, has been amplified several times over.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain his motives; Su Mingzhe never believed in coincidences.

Moreover, Shimizu Yutaro's bones aren't as tough as Su Mingzhe imagined, which is good news.

Yutaro Shimizu raised his blood-stained face and looked at Su Mingzhe with eyes burning with rage.

However, deep within that anger lay an even greater, unconcealable fear.

In his mind, this person was a demon crawling out of the depths of hell, terrifying to behold.

"By the way, Shen Bei, have you ever seen a human pig? There's one right here."

Su Mingzhe's calm voice rang out again, as if he were talking about something perfectly ordinary.

Even Shen Bei was unsettled. He opened his mouth slightly but did not reply.

Shen Bei thought to himself, "It seems I still have a lot to learn from the team leader."

However, Su Mingzhe's plan to turn Shimizu Yutaro into a human pig was just talk.

Because the bleeding from severing limbs would be enormous and the risk of infection would be extremely high, Su Mingzhe clearly did not want the Japanese spy in front of him to die so easily.

After all, Shimizu Yutaro only took out the radio, and the codebook is still missing.

"Alright, alright, since you guys don't seem too keen on it, let's try a different way of playing."

Su Mingzhe shook his head slightly, then turned his gaze to the guards beside him.

"You two bring in a water tank, and also take a lid."

The guards looked at each other, wondering what Team Leader Su meant, but dared not ask, and could only hurry to do so.

About half an hour later, the two men, panting heavily, carried in a large water vat.

"Fill the water tank halfway with water, put the Japanese spy in, and make a hole in the lid so that only Shimizu Yutaro's head is sticking out."

They smeared honey all over his face, threw a few pieces of maggot-infested excrement into the water, and then placed him next to the outhouse, assigning someone to guard him and deliver three meals a day to him.

Before long, flies would crawl all over his face, and maggots in the water tank would slowly gnaw at his flesh out of hunger, causing him to die a slow, desperate death—that's what it means to be unable to live or die.

Su Mingzhe remained calm, but everyone present stared wide-eyed, their hearts filled with shock. Their worldviews were completely shattered at that moment.

Upon hearing Su Mingzhe's words, the Japanese spy on the interrogation chair was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

He struggled desperately, making "woo-woo" sounds filled with despair and fear.

The punishment was horrifying just to hear about, and he was the one who was directly subjected to it.

Yutaro Shimizu now deeply regrets choosing this mission; he would rather die with Kenta and the others.

He would rather die immediately than endure even a second more of pain. Driven by extreme fear, he decided to confess!

Seeing the despair on Shimizu Yutaro's face, Su Mingzhe slowly said:

"I've already said I have no questions today, you don't need to answer, and I'm too lazy to listen to your nonsense."

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained top-secret information]

The wall connecting the toilet tank to the second-floor restroom of the photo studio is hollow, and a codebook is hidden inside.

It really is a codebook!

Finally, hard work pays off.

Su Mingzhe looked at the Japanese spy who was on the verge of insanity and felt a deep sense of contempt.

Don't take on a job you're not qualified for. If you can't even handle this little bit of hardship, you're definitely not good at anything else.

What are you two standing there for?

Su Mingzhe glanced at the guard beside him.

The guards were terrified. Finally, they came to their senses and hurriedly picked up the water vat and headed towards the outhouse.

Then Su Mingzhe looked at Shen Bei and said:

"Shenbei, assemble the team."