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

As dusk fell, Wang Fuquan returned home. He gently closed the door, leaned against it, and let out a long sigh, his tense emotions finally easing slightly.

After calming himself down, he quickly walked to the corner of the room and skillfully opened the hidden compartment behind the old wardrobe. Inside lay the radio, his lifeline for contacting the organization.

He carefully moved the radio onto the table, ready to send a message.

Yesterday was too close. He was almost discovered by the patrol officers. Luckily, the two officers didn't suspect anything and searched his house, otherwise he would definitely have been exposed.

"Recently, the Red Party and the Nationalist Party forces fought an encounter battle outside the city. The Red Party fighters, with firm beliefs, fought bravely and ultimately won the battle."

However, the victory came at a heavy price, with significant casualties among the troops.

Some of the young soldiers were seriously wounded, and some had their limbs blown off; they groaned in pain in pools of blood.

Even more critically, the troops were already facing a severe shortage of medicine.

In the medical station at the rear, there were wounded soldiers everywhere, their eyes filled with a desire to survive.

Many of the wounded soldiers' injuries could have been healed with enough medicine, allowing them to return to the battlefield to continue fighting for their ideals, or to return home and reunite with their families.

But now, they can only lie on simple hospital beds, waiting for death to come in pain and despair. Every passing minute and second is like the death knell tolled by the Grim Reaper.

Therefore, the organization entrusted Wang Fuquan with the arduous task of finding the medicine.

Wang Fuquan knew the weight of his responsibility, so he traveled all over the city, using his connections built up over the years and various clandestine channels to collect medicines by any means possible.

Although the quantity of medicines was still insufficient, he had done his best.

The medicines are now ready; all that's needed is a telegram to contact the organization so these precious medicines can be sent out.

Time is life. Every second wasted could mean the loss of a young soldier's precious life.

Wang Fuquan was extremely anxious. He sat in front of the radio, his fingers rapidly moving across the send/receive button.

Hearing the radio transmitter inside the room from outside the window, Su Mingzhe knew something was wrong.

The reconnaissance vehicle set off before him and must have arrived in Jinhua District by now.

Moreover, Su Mingzhe saw that all the lights in the distance went out in an instant, meaning that the power outage would soon engulf the area.

If the power goes out here, the detection vehicle will also lose its signal at the same time, which proves that the radio station is in this area, and the agents only need to search house to house.

It's like a large net; it's really hard for any fish to escape.

Su Mingzhe reached into his jacket pocket with his right hand and tore off a note.

He quickly wrote "You have been exposed, leave immediately" on the sticky note with his left hand.

He then quickly searched the surrounding area for a suitable object.

Soon, his gaze fell on a sharp-edged stone on the ground.

Su Mingzhe bent down, picked up the stone, tightly wrapped the note with the writing on it around the stone, and threw it forcefully towards the window, instantly smashing a large hole in the paper window.

Inside the room, Wang Fuquan, who was concentrating on sending a telegram, heard this sound and his heart skipped a beat.

He quickly turned around, his eyes warily fixed on the window.

He clearly saw a stone fly in, with a piece of paper wrapped around it, which looked particularly glaring in the dim light.

and many more!

There seem to be words on that paper!

He strode forward, grabbed the paper from the stone, and eagerly opened it.

When those words came into view, he felt a chill run down his spine.

He's been exposed!

However, Wang Fuquan did not hesitate at all. He did not think about when he was exposed, nor did he try to guess the reason for the exposure, nor did he know who provided him with this information.

At that moment, only one thought was echoing wildly in his mind:

Once he leaves the radio station, firstly, carrying such a conspicuous object, he will inevitably be captured sooner or later under the enemy's heavy encirclement.

Secondly, the comrade who can accurately provide information on the movements of Chang'an Station must be in a very important position, and if I were to escape, the risk of him being exposed would greatly increase.

Trading a pharmacy owner for an officer in the military intelligence investigation department is simply not worth it.

Thirdly, once he begins to flee, it will be difficult to find a safe place for him to send messages in a short period of time.

What should we do with all the medicines we managed to collect?

What about those soldiers who are still struggling between life and death?

He can afford to wait, but the soldiers can't!

Wang Fuquan's eyes became incredibly determined. He was now prepared to die; even if it meant being exposed, he would still send out the telegram.

The radio must never be left to the enemy. If we are really desperate, we might as well pull a grenade and die together with those spies.

From the very first day he joined the Red Party, he was prepared to dedicate himself to the revolutionary cause.

Therefore, he resolutely chose to continue sending telegrams.

The familiar sound of a telegram rang out again in the room. Su Mingzhe, who was not far away, felt his heart clench when he heard the sound.

He knew that these must be members of the Red Party; only they would have such a disregard for life and death, and such a willingness to do anything for their mission.

After another long three minutes, the continuous telegraming finally stopped.

Wang Fuquan seemed to have completed an incredibly sacred mission. He slowly lowered his hand that was sending the telegram and let out a long sigh of relief.

In this brief moment of peace, he felt no fear of death, only the relief of having completed his mission.

Even if he sacrifices himself today, it will be worth it.

Wang Fuquan acted quickly, packing the radio into a box.

He knew that every step from here on out was fraught with danger, but he showed no sign of backing down.

Just as Wang Fuquan finished fastening the box, the lights in the room went out without warning, plunging the room into darkness.

In the darkness, Wang Fuquan's heart sank; he knew the enemy had arrived.

"In this direction!"

"One of the agents from Action Group Three shouted excitedly."

Since Su Mingzhe arrived at Chang'an Station, he has taken credit for almost everything, big or small.

However, Team Leader Su was a decent guy. Whenever there was a harvest, he wouldn't keep it all to himself, but would always let the other guys get a share too.

That's why there was almost no one in the entire operations department who didn't respect him.

However, how can drinking soup compare to the enjoyment of eating meat yourself?

The agents of Action Group Three had long yearned for an opportunity to distinguish themselves on their own.

Today is the day their third action team will make its debut.

Like a group of sharks smelling blood, they quickly surrounded the area where the power had just gone out, forming a huge but loose encirclement.

The rest is to methodically and gradually narrow down the encirclement, and then capture the prey in one fell swoop.