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

As Liu Xu walked down the street, the night was as dark as ink, weighing heavily on his heart.

Suddenly, a commotion arose ahead. He looked up and saw that the Military Intelligence Investigation Bureau was conducting a large-scale search.

The blinding beam of the flashlight swept haphazardly through the darkness, as if trying to tear the night apart.

Liu Xu's heart tightened suddenly, and he felt a surge of panic. He dared not linger for another second, abandoned his plan to help someone with the night shift, and hurried home.

Back home, he first wrapped the pistol in tarpaulin and hid it in a hidden compartment under the floor.

He then adjusted the radio knob and changed the channel, which made him feel a little more at ease.

He had been carrying out his covert operation for several years, and everything had been calm.

But recently, for some reason, the Military Intelligence Investigation Service has become extremely active.

His team leader told him that the entire Azalea Group had been arrested and met a tragic end.

He also specifically instructed Liu Xu to be extra careful in his actions recently and not to expose himself under any circumstances.

However, he comforted himself, saying that the information he usually provided was about the weather, which was simply his job, so how could anyone suspect him?

He has been in China for many years, living a life that is neither human nor ghost.

Every day, I have to wear a mask of hypocrisy, say things I don't mean to those around me, do things I hate, and constantly be on guard against being exposed.

He was homesick.

However, the Special Higher Police have explicit regulations prohibiting undercover agents from entering Japanese restaurants and coming into contact with anything related to Japan, supposedly to avoid arousing unnecessary suspicion.

But Liu Xu had been suppressing his feelings for too long; the taste of his hometown constantly haunted him.

He walked into the kitchen, the dim light casting dappled shadows on his face.

Liu Xu decided to make a sushi, even if it was just a small one, to satisfy his taste buds, which were about to be driven crazy by longing and repression.

He carefully prepared every ingredient. To avoid arousing suspicion, he divided the ingredients for making sushi into several batches and purchased them at different times and places.

Just as Liu Xu was fully focused on making sushi, a loud bang was heard.

The windows of his house were shattered instantly by a kick from the action team, sending shards of glass flying everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, the door was also blown open by a small amount of explosives. The powerful impact caused the door frame to shake violently, and dust filled the air.

Several burly men burst in like tigers, and without a word, they pinned Liu Xu to the ground.

"What are you doing?"

Liu Xu's eyes were filled with terror as he struggled frantically, his limbs flailing about.

He saw the group of people pin him down, first roughly tearing at his collar, then rummaging through his mouth, searching for a possible poison sac.

That look clearly indicated that he was preventing himself from committing suicide.

A terrifying name flashed through Liu Xu's mind instantly—the Military Intelligence Investigation Department!

He had no idea how he had been exposed; at that moment, all he knew was that he was doomed.

Just as he was about to bite his tongue to commit suicide, his chin was suddenly subjected to a tremendous force, and someone dislocated his jaw.

Intense pain surged through Liu Xu's head like a tidal wave, almost causing him to faint.

"Want to die? Not so easy. Take me away!"

Su Mingzhe slowly walked into the house, glanced at Liu Xu, his indifferent gaze devoid of any emotion, as if he were looking at a lifeless object, a dead person.

"Wang Xiao, Zhao Younian, you two search carefully. The rest of you come back to the station with me."

Judging from Liu Xu's reaction just now, he is undoubtedly a Japanese spy.

To prevent other Japanese spies from getting wind of the situation and escaping, Su Mingzhe began interrogations overnight.

After Su Mingzhe's antics over this period, the interrogation room always had a bloody smell that wouldn't dissipate.

Even though Liu Xu had prepared himself mentally, he still couldn't stop trembling when he saw this scene.

It was a shiver that came from the depths of one's soul.

He tried to speak, but his jaw was dislocated, and he could only make "ah ah" sounds.

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained ordinary information.]

Liu Xu's real name is Watanabe Kazuya, codename Spoon. He keeps a Nambu Type 14 pistol in his home, hidden in a secret compartment in the floor.

Can't stand it?

If it weren't for him, Su Mingzhe would have really thought that all Japanese spies were tough guys.

How did such a spineless coward manage to pass the Special Higher Police's torture training? Did he pull some strings?

"Just pour in cold water."

The so-called "cold water pouring" refers to using a water pipe connected to a tap to force water into the victim's nostrils.

Su Mingzhe used things that the Military Intelligence Bureau had invented a few years later, and he simply adopted them.

This punishment may not sound like much, but this kind of torture will cause the victim's lungs to choke on blood within two or three minutes, causing them to lose consciousness and resulting in serious damage to their body.

It's simple and practical, and very few people can endure these tortures.

For these agents, Su Mingzhe's understanding of punishment was groundbreaking.

Strangely enough, ever since Su Mingzhe arrived at Chang'an Station, Liu Changchun, the former deputy head of the interrogation team, has been out of work.

Liu Xu frantically shook his head to avoid the water pipe going into his nose, but the next moment his head was firmly held down by the agent.

Shake your head?

Even if you shake your head, you still get it poured.

Luo Dayou roughly grabbed Liu Xu's hair, forcing his head back, and then shoved the cold, hard tube into Liu Xu's nostril.

A sharp pain shot through Liu Xu's nasal cavity. He instinctively struggled, but his body, which was firmly bound, was completely unable to move.

At the same time, Shen Bei slowly turned on the water gate.

In an instant, the water roared into the pipe like a raging beast, pouring into Liu Xu's body.

Liu Xu's body began to tremble violently, and he coughed incessantly, each cough sounding as if he were coughing up his heart and lungs.

His eyes bulged out from extreme pain, bloodshot, and tears, snot, and water streamed down his face.

He could no longer utter a complete sound, only painful whimpers from deep in his throat.

A short while later, his body jolted violently, and he then vomited a mouthful of blood.

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained encrypted intelligence]

The Eyebrow Thrush Group consists of four people. The mailman who usually contacts them is codenamed Lightning. The leader of the Eyebrow Thrush Group is codenamed Eagle. He is a rickshaw driver affiliated with Datong Rickshaw Company and owns the only radio in the Eyebrow Thrush Group.

Then, images of the two appeared in Su Mingzhe's mind.

The eyebrow-drawing group only has four people?

Once we capture the Eagle and get his confession, and then capture the remaining Japanese spies, another Japanese intelligence group will be wiped out.

Actually, it didn't matter much that the last Japanese spy escaped. Once the team leader was arrested and his identity was exposed, he became worthless.

Just as he was thinking this, the system's mechanical voice sounded in Su Mingzhe's mind again.

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

The Thrush Team was the pioneer of "Operation Long Sky," which aimed to carry out strategic bombing of key military targets and densely populated areas in Chang'an. The Thrush Team was responsible for reconnaissance.

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