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

Su Mingzhe draped a Nationalist army uniform over Watanabe Kazuya's shoulders, and then found him a hat.

This person's identity is top secret. Apart from the station chief, he doesn't intend to tell anyone else, not even Section Chief Li, with whom he has a close relationship.

Just after Watanabe Kazuya was escorted out of Chang'an Station, the other groups had also brought back their targets.

Apart from the Japanese spy codenamed Lightning, the other four were ordinary civilians who had never seen anything like this before.

Some people were so frightened that they wet their pants, and a pungent smell of urine filled the air.

Su Mingzhe frowned slightly, covered his nose with a handkerchief, and then waved for Shen Bei to come over.

"Except for the Japanese spy disguised as a postman, let's just scare the rest and let them go."

As for him, you can judge him as you see fit; he's no longer of much value.

Shen Bei immediately straightened up, saluted, and replied loudly, "Yes, sir!"

"I'll have to trouble you all today. Everyone in the action team, go to the finance department tomorrow to collect your 200 yuan bonus. I'll go to the station chief first thing tomorrow morning to apply for it myself."

Su Mingzhe's words were resounding.

This 200 yuan is equivalent to half a year's salary for them.

Then, cheers erupted from the training ground.

Having such a good leader is truly a blessing they've earned in eight lifetimes.

Their backaches and leg pains vanished instantly, and they were filled with energy.

Afterwards, Su Mingzhe led everyone to Datong Car Dealership in a hurry.

Since Watanabe Kazuya knew nothing about their team leader's residence, Su Mingzhe and his group had no choice but to choose a suitable location near the car dealership to ambush him.

They planned to capture the Japanese spy when he came to work in the morning.

Yesterday, Takumi Sato also encountered personnel from the Military Intelligence Investigation Department who came to search his home looking for suspicious individuals.

Fortunately, he had hidden the radio and pistol properly beforehand, which allowed him to narrowly escape disaster.

For the past two days, Sato Takumi has inexplicably felt flustered and had a persistent sense of unease.

He had planned to ask for a day off, but since he had previously taken on a monthly contract, asking for leave suddenly might arouse suspicion from others.

After much deliberation and weighing of options, he finally felt he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go to the car dealership to pay the fee, then pick up the car and start working.

He sensed something was wrong as soon as he reached the entrance of the car dealership.

Quiet, too quiet.

Usually, the entrance is bustling with noise at this time, but today there's not a soul in sight.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw two men slowly approaching him.

Sato Takumi's alarm bells went off instantly.

The two operatives reacted instantly to the Japanese spy's unusual behavior, leaping forward and kicking him to the ground.

Knowing he had no hope of escaping, Sato Takumi bit down on his collar.

Upon seeing this, Su Mingzhe raised his hand and fired a shot into the Japanese spy's right hand.

A sharp pain shot through him, and Takumi Sato instinctively curled up, covering his wound with his left hand.

But in that one second of delay, the two team members immediately pinned him down.

One person grabbed his hair, while the other hand pressed against his jawbone, lifting his head upwards.

The other person stripped off his shirt to prevent him from committing suicide by poison, and then handcuffed his hands behind his back.

The movements were smooth and efficient, without any hesitation.

Pedestrians on the street were terrified when they saw this.

People stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with terror, and then scattered and fled like startled birds.

In an instant, the street became deserted.

This has indeed caused quite a commotion, and Su Mingzhe secretly thought to himself that things were going badly.

He clearly realized that the last Japanese spy would likely choose to flee if things went wrong.

Time was of the essence, and there was no time to bring the Japanese spy into the interrogation room for a thorough interrogation.

Su Mingzhe made a quick decision to interrogate the suspects on the spot.

He first walked quickly to the public phone booth, and Su Mingzhe quickly picked up the phone and dialed the station manager's office.

The phone rang briefly before being answered.

"Stationmaster, this is Su Mingzhe."

The station manager's voice came through the phone very quickly.

"Mingzhe, what is it? Tell me."

Only after confirming that the station manager had answered the phone did Su Mingzhe continue:

“We arrested a group of Japanese spies, but the commotion was too great. The last Japanese spy should already know that his group members have been arrested and may have fled the city. I request that the city be sealed off immediately.”

Upon hearing this news, the station manager on the other end of the phone was so shocked that he stood up from his chair.

"What? You said you captured another Japanese spy squad? And an entire unit at that!"

No problem, I'll contact the Chang'an Garrison Command immediately and have them seal off the city.

However, Chang'an is home to many prominent families and officials; I can only try to buy you two days, no, three days at most.

After hesitating for a moment, the station manager revealed the maximum pressure he could bear, which was also the greatest support he could give Su Mingzhe.

"Yes, stationmaster, Mingzhe guarantees to complete the mission."

Su Mingzhe's words were full of determination.

"Okay, I look forward to your triumphant return."

The station manager then hung up the phone.

The pressure of arresting Japanese spies while the city was under lockdown was immense. Su Mingzhe knew that time was of the essence, so he had to make the arrests as quickly as possible.

He turned to Luo Dayou and said:

"Dayou, contact Gong Shouguo, the director of the Jinhua District Police Station, and ask him to bring all the patrol officers to help with the search."

After giving his instructions, Su Mingzhe walked quickly to the Japanese spy's side with a cold expression.

He grabbed the Japanese spy by the neck, lifted him up, and slammed him heavily onto the green belt with a dull thud.

Then Su Mingzhe raised his gun and shot the Japanese spy in the left hand.

This prevents bullets from ricocheting and causing friendly fire, while also ensuring that bullets that penetrate flesh land directly in the soil, thus guaranteeing the safety of those around them.

Takumi Sato screamed in agony, his voice filled with fear and despair.

Several large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and blood quickly stained his sweat-soaked sleeveless vest, the shocking red color sending chills down one's spine.

Upon seeing this, a ruthless glint flashed in Su Mingzhe's eyes.

He picked up his pistol and shot Sato Takumi in both feet.

He struggled frantically, trying to break free of his restraints, but he was held down firmly by those around him and could not move.

Su Mingzhe deliberately avoided arteries and veins, so that Sato Takumi would experience extreme pain without dying from excessive blood loss.

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

Hasegawa Shunsuke, codenamed Leather Shoes, is a member of the Eyebrow Drawing Team. He works as a stock clerk at Shiquan Department Store and lives at No. 3581, Fukang Street, Jinling District.

Intelligence obtained.

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