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

Su Mingzhe stopped Luo Dayou and Shen Bei.

Upon hearing Su Mingzhe's order, Shen Bei quickly shut off the water gate.

The water flow stopped abruptly, leaving only water droplets dripping from the pipe.

Watanabe Kazuya felt as if he had been granted a pardon and tried to cough up the water from his lungs.

His body trembled violently as he gasped for breath.

Su Mingzhe stopped the two not out of kindness, but because he saw the strong will to survive in Watanabe Kazuya's eyes and suddenly had the idea of ​​turning them against each other.

"Luo Dayou, put his dislocated jaw back in place."

Upon hearing the order, Luo Dayou frowned, his eyes filled with disgust.

He looked at the Japanese spy in front of him as if he were looking at a pile of disgusting garbage.

He completely ignored Watanabe Kazuya's painful cough, strode forward, grabbed Watanabe Kazuya's head, and roughly put his dislocated jaw back in place.

"what!"

Watanabe Kazuya let out a piercing scream, the pain being more than twice as intense as when his jaw was forcibly dislocated.

He felt as if his head was being pierced by thousands of steel needles, and every nerve was throbbing wildly.

The excruciating pain made him feel as if his head no longer belonged to him, as if his soul was being ripped out of his body by the agony.

"You all get out."

Su Mingzhe waved his hand, and Luo Dayou and Shen Bei exchanged a glance before slowly leaving the interrogation room.

Then, Su Mingzhe picked up the notebook and started drawing.

After everyone left, the interrogation room was deathly silent, with only Watanabe Kazuya's heavy breathing echoing in the air.

Su Mingzhe narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Watanabe Kazuya. To test the possibility of this Japanese spy defecting, he slowly asked:

"Tell me everything you know."

The brutal torture he had just endured had brought Watanabe Kazuya to the brink of mental and physical collapse.

He slumped onto the cold ground, his body trembling uncontrollably, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

At this moment, he was filled with remorse for not choosing to commit suicide immediately upon being arrested, which would have at least saved him from this torment worse than death.

The agonizing torture tore at his will and ignited his fierce will to live.

Struggling between life and death, he had only one thought in his mind at that moment—to live, no matter what the cost.

Thus, Watanabe Kazuya, like a puppet whose soul had been ripped out, spilled all the information he knew.

His trembling lips moved rapidly, and every detail of the intelligence came out of his mouth, exactly the same as what Su Mingzhe had just learned through the system.

This means that Watanabe Kazuya's psychological defenses have completely collapsed.

Su Mingzhe now only needs to make one last move to completely seize this piece.

He slowly took a portrait out of his jacket pocket, walked up to Watanabe Kazuya, and handed him the portrait.

"How's my drawing?"

Su Mingzhe's tone was indifferent.

Watanabe Kazuya struggled to lift his head, and the moment he looked at the portrait, his eyes widened in shock.

Watanabe Kazuya's heart was churning like a stormy sea, his thoughts seemingly caught in an endless vortex.

He screamed inwardly, "How did he know? This is impossible!"

Countless thoughts flashed through Watanabe Kazuya's mind in an instant. Could it be that the entire Eyebrow Painting Group had been arrested?

But if that's the case, why didn't he receive any retreat signals?

Although he was not the team leader, his position in the entire "Long Sky Project" was crucial.

He was one of the most important cogs in the machine for the smooth progress of this plan, and the Special Higher Police would not so easily turn him into a pawn.

Watanabe Kazuya felt his mind was a complete mess. He couldn't figure out the reason, so he simply stopped thinking about it and stared blankly at the portrait, his fear becoming more and more obvious.

Seeing his confusion, Su Mingzhe's lips curled up slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile, and then he told Watanabe Kazuya:

"It was Eagle who betrayed you. Our men disguised themselves as ordinary passengers and captured him when he was completely unprepared. What an idiot."

However, he did have more backbone than you; he held out against me for twelve minutes, five times longer than you.

Su Mingzhe's words were like a sharp dagger, piercing Watanabe Kazuya's heart and shattering his last shred of hope.

Hearing Su Mingzhe say that, Watanabe Kazuya felt relieved.

He wasn't angry that the team leader had betrayed him. He didn't believe anyone could withstand all the torture instruments under this devil's control; it was just a matter of time.

In an instant, the guilt he felt from confessing almost vanished.

"Do you want to live?"

Su Mingzhe said calmly.

"what?"

Watanabe Kazuya wondered if he had misheard. This devil actually wanted to give him a way out?

"I've made myself very clear, and I believe you've heard me. I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer."

Please hurry, I don't have much patience.

"Yes, I want to live."

Without almost any hesitation, Watanabe Kazuya quickly replied.

He had already guessed what Su Mingzhe was planning to do. Watanabe Kazuya felt it was insane, but he had no choice.

"Become my mole, infiltrate the Special Higher Police, and gather intelligence."

Kazuya Watanabe nodded and said, "Okay."

"Sign a surrender document voluntarily relinquishing your Japanese citizenship, and write a short essay denouncing your Emperor, no less than 800 words, and you will be free."

After Su Mingzhe finished speaking, he handed over the paper and pen.

Watanabe Kazuya grabbed a pen and started writing rapidly. This was probably the fastest he had ever written in his life, as he was afraid of angering this plague god if he wrote too slowly.

Before long, both documents were completed.

Su Mingzhe had him hold the two documents while he took a few photos as a memento.

"Mr. Kazuya Watanabe, congratulations, you are free."

Don't even think about turning against me after you walk out of this door. I have the ability to put this photo on the desk of your Special Higher Police Division's Chang'an branch.

Moreover, just considering your betrayal of your teammates, I believe the Special Higher Police's methods are no less sophisticated than mine.

This secret of yours, I'll live off it for the rest of my life.

After Su Mingzhe finished speaking, Watanabe Kazuya shivered. His idea had been exposed by Su Mingzhe, and he no longer had any intention to resist.

"Sir, rest assured, from this day forward, I, Watanabe Kazuya, will be sworn enemies with Japan and will follow your lead without question."

These words amused Su Mingzhe; the Special Higher Police had indeed trained a good dog.

"Heh, it seems your Bushido isn't invincible after all. So even Bushido is afraid of death."

Hearing this, Watanabe Kazuya didn't seem to care much. He had even cursed the Emperor, so why would he care about these things?

He's so shameless now that he's covered in lice he's not bothered by the itch; shamelessness knows no bounds.

"Your code name is Peony, and you will only obey my orders."

You don't need to do anything for now when you return to the Special Higher Police; just try your best to climb the ranks. I will use you if needed.

When I published the missing person ad in the Chang'an Daily for Zhu Yun searching for his son, Zhu Tianming, that was when I needed to see you. Go to Summer Cafe; someone will be waiting for you there.

After saying this, Su Mingzhe pulled out his Browning, cocked it, and fired a shot into Watanabe Kazuya's left arm.

Watanabe Kazuya groaned, and bright red blood seeped out.

"It's a self-inflicted injury; getting shot is better than losing your head."

Watanabe Kazuya gasped, but this pain was nothing compared to what he had experienced before.

As long as he can live.