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

Wang Fuquan stuffed the crumpled piece of paper with writing on it into his mouth and began to chew it.

The crumpled paper tasted bitter. He chewed it into a paste between his teeth and then swallowed it.

He then quickly picked up the box containing the radio and walked out the door.

As soon as he stepped out the door, before he could even take a second step, a strong hand grabbed his arm.

Wang Fuquan was startled and turned to see a young man wearing a black trench coat, a hat, and a black scarf that covered most of his face.

"Come with me."

Su Mingzhe said in a low voice.

Wang Fuquan instinctively wanted to create some distance and reached down to touch his lower back.

However, during their brief eye contact, he realized that this person must be the one who had risked his life to warn him earlier, and he felt relieved and immediately lowered his guard.

The people in the Military Intelligence Bureau weren't fools who could be easily fooled. The window with a huge hole and the messy state of the room made it easy for them to guess that Wang Fuquan was a member of the Red Army who had hastily evacuated.

Even though they haven't found the radio station or Wang Fuquan yet, given the Military Intelligence Bureau's modus operandi, martial law will soon be imposed throughout the city, and Wang Fuquan's portrait will be posted at the city gates. It's only a matter of time before they catch him.

Under these circumstances, it is now virtually impossible to safely bring Wang Fuquan out of the city.

At this time, the only safe place was Su Mingzhe's house. No one from the Military Intelligence Bureau would ever think that the Red Party was hiding there, and no one would search the place.

While cautiously observing his surroundings, Su Mingzhe pulled a Browning pistol from his pocket.

Su Mingzhe bought this gun from the black market. The serial number had been erased. He originally planned to use it for dirty work, but he never expected to use it here today.

Su Mingzhe chambered the bullet, and the "click" sound was particularly clear in the silent environment.

There are two streets between here and Su Mingzhe's home, a distance that seems close yet feels incredibly long.

Wang Fuquan and Su Mingzhe ran for their lives through the narrow streets, their breathing rapid and heavy. The houses on both sides of the street flashed by in their eyes like blurry phantoms.

Just as they were about to turn a corner, a series of chaotic footsteps came from the other side of the corner.

They were two military intelligence agents.

The two quickly slipped into a narrow alley, lowering their breathing to minimize their presence, their Browning pistols pressed tightly against each other.

Fortunately, the two agents did not enter the alley to search; instead, they ran back the way Su Mingzhe and his companion had come.

Su Mingzhe knew they had to get rid of the enemy as soon as possible.

After the footsteps of the two spies faded into the distance, Su Mingzhe pulled Wang Fuquan into a narrower alley.

"Come on!"

The air was thick with the pungent smell of garbage, sewage flowed on the ground, and the walls on both sides were tall and mottled.

"Run over the wall!"

Su Mingzhe pulled Wang Fuquan and quickly ran towards the wall at the end of the alley.

Behind them, the chaotic footsteps and shouts grew closer, and the agents from the Military Intelligence Bureau continued their relentless pursuit.

The two ran to the wall, and Su Mingzhe squatted down, clasped his hands together, and gestured for Wang Fuquan to step on his hands first.

Wang Fuquan stepped on it and used the momentum to climb upwards.

Su Mingzhe gritted his teeth and used all his strength to push Wang Fuquan up. Wang Fuquan grabbed the top of the wall with both hands, flipped over, and then Su Mingzhe handed him the box containing the radio.

Then, Su Mingzhe took a few steps back, then suddenly rushed forward, using the momentum of running to push off the wall, grab the top of the wall with both hands, and flipped over.

On the other side of the wall was a desolate yard, overgrown with weeds and piled with discarded junk.

The two had barely landed and hadn't even had a chance to catch their breath when they heard the shouts and curses of the spies coming from outside the wall.

They knew that the enemy would soon find a way to scale the wall and catch up.

Outside the courtyard gate was a winding alley like a python, the narrow space barely wide enough for two people to pass through.

The houses on both sides stand crookedly, their walls covered with cracks etched by the passage of time.

The rickety beams and rotten doors and windows creaked and groaned in the breeze, as if they would collapse at any moment.

After passing through this alleyway filled with a dilapidated atmosphere, you won't be far from Su Mingzhe's home.

While cautiously observing the movements behind him, Su Mingzhe urgently asked Wang Fuquan, "Do you have any grenades?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Fuquan quickly pulled out a special American-made hand grenade from his pocket.

Su Mingzhe took the grenade, pulled out the fuse, and threw it against the stone wall.

The already fragile stone walls on both sides would collapse under the impact of the explosion, thus slowing down the enemy's advance to the greatest extent and buying them precious time to escape.

Without daring to stop for even a moment, the two continued running wildly towards Su Mingzhe's house.

The two hadn't run for long when suddenly, a deafening "boom" resounded, as if it were tearing the entire world apart.

The shockwave from the explosion spread outwards like a surging wave, and the stone walls on both sides began to collapse under the enormous impact.

Stones rained down, raising dust that blotted out the sky and temporarily trapped the spies behind them in chaos.

Taking advantage of the explosion, Su Mingzhe and Wang Fuquan crossed the street.

However, the danger was not over yet, as two secret agents were still guarding the streets.

The two agents were clearly startled by the sudden explosion and turned to look.

Taking advantage of this break, Su Mingzhe and Wang Fuquan crossed the street.

After getting past the guards, the two of them made several turns and finally arrived at Su Mingzhe's house.

Su Mingzhe quickly took out his key, opened the door, and the two of them slipped inside.

He hurriedly closed the door, leaned against it, and gasped for breath.

At this moment, their tense nerves could finally relax. Having temporarily escaped the enemy's pursuit, they gained a moment of peace.