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

"Luo Dayou, take two men and escort the Japanese spy back. Make sure he doesn't die."

Luo Dayou snapped to attention and responded in a loud voice, "Yes, sir!"

He then quickly selected two agile brothers to escort the Japanese spy onto the car and prepare to return to the station.

"Immediately seal off Jinling District, especially Fukang Street, and conduct a thorough search!"

The agents acted swiftly upon receiving the order, quickly dispersing and carrying out the blockade mission efficiently and systematically.

Hasegawa Shunsuke already knew about the Military Intelligence Investigation Department's arrest of people at the Datong Car Dealership.

His heart sank, a sense of foreboding washing over him; there was a very high probability that the team leader had been arrested.

In the battlefield of espionage, there is a cruel rule: once you are arrested, you are assumed to confess; it's just a matter of time.

He knew this well, and when he first heard the news, his first reaction was to leave the city as quickly as possible.

He ran frantically, but when he reached the city gate, he was devastated to find that martial law had been imposed and no one was allowed to leave.

It seemed the Military Intelligence Investigation Service was acting faster than he had imagined, which sent a chill down his spine.

Left with no other choice, he had to search for a place to hide.

He rummaged through a dilapidated house and found a set of clothes covered in patches and smelling musty, dressing himself up like a beggar.

He smeared mud haphazardly on his face and sprinkled handfuls of dust on his hair to make himself look even more slovenly.

After doing all this, he finally hid near a trash can on Fukang Street.

He huddled in the shadows of the trash can, silently plotting in his mind.

There's no need to hide for too long; just wait for the lockdown to end. Hasegawa Shunsuke only hopes that Sato-kun can hold on a little longer.

A nauseating odor emanated from the trash can; it was the smell of various kinds of rotting garbage mixed together, a sour and pungent stench.

Hasegawa Shunsuke felt a churning in his stomach, and acid reflux rose up his throat. He fought back the urge to vomit.

He frowned and looked around. He saw an empty watermelon rind on the ground. After hesitating for a moment, he put the rind over his head. The sticky pulp clung to his hair, cold and disgusting.

Soon, he was covered in the smell of decay.

Swarms of flies buzzed around him, some even landing on his face and hands, making him feel incredibly annoyed and disgusted.

When everyone started searching, Su Mingzhe found a secluded spot and took out a few pieces of paper from his pocket.

He sat down on the ground, his eyes slightly closed, and a clear image of a person quickly appeared in his mind. This was Hasegawa Shunsuke from the information he had just received.

Su Mingzhe used a simplified drawing method, using the simplest lines to outline a distinctive portrait.

In just half an hour, six simple portraits were completed.

"Wang Xiao, distribute these portraits and find the person based on their likeness."

Wang Xiao took the portrait. The portrait was lifelike. Although he didn't know where the portrait came from, he had been used to the team leader's extraordinary abilities after working with him for a long time.

So he chose to empty his mind, stop thinking about those unnecessary questions, and become an emotionless task machine, quickly distributing the portraits to everyone.

With the portrait in hand, the search speed increased rapidly, and soon half the street had been searched, gradually tightening their grip on the target.

When Hasegawa Shunsuke saw that the Military Intelligence Investigation Department had accurately located his hiding place, his heart sank to the bottom.

He knew that Takumi Sato had confessed, but the speed was too fast, catching him somewhat off guard.

"coward!"

Hasegawa Shunsuke gritted his teeth and squeezed out the two words, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.

His eyes dimmed, and he murmured, "It's over, everything is over, there will be no more Eyebrow Painting Group."

"look up!"

Three patrol officers walked over, and the one in the lead shouted at Hasegawa Shunsuke.

"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear me tell you to look up?"

Then he picked up his baton and was about to give Hasegawa Shunsuke a whack to wake him up.

Hasegawa Shunsuke felt a little guilty, his eyes darted around, and his heart was pounding wildly in his chest.

However, when he thought about how disheveled he looked, probably even his own mother wouldn't recognize him, he took a deep breath, looked up, and met the eyes of the patrol officer.

There was a hint of wishful thinking in his eyes; he hoped he could get away with it.

The patrol officer compared the portrait to the image, his brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. The more he looked at it, the more it resembled the image.

The facial features in the portrait seemed to overlap significantly with those of the beggar-like person in front of them.

He looked at him more carefully, and became even more certain that it was him!

Hasegawa Shunsuke's gaze was fixed on the portraits in the hands of the patrol officers, his eyes revealing an undisguised fear.

The veins on his forehead throbbed slightly, and large beads of sweat seeped from his forehead and slid down his cheeks.

The Special Higher Police (SPD) is always very strict and forbids its agents from taking photos, in order to protect their identities from being leaked.

Shunsuke Hasegawa himself strictly adhered to this rule, and he never took a single photograph.

Su Mingzhe's simple line drawings are a product of a bygone era, so it's understandable that Hasegawa Shunsuke doesn't understand them.

As the three men slowly approached him, his heart began to pound faster.

Hasegawa Shunsuke's heart sank, and a feeling of despair welled up inside him. He knew that he had been exposed.

He instinctively reached for his waist, only to find it empty.

While hastily changing clothes to evade capture, he had no weapons on him, and even the potassium cyanide he always carried with him was left behind because of the change of clothes.

Suddenly, Hasegawa Shunsuke sprang up like a beast cornered in a desperate situation.

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, and with all his might, he slammed the stinking trash can beside him toward the three patrol officers.

The trash can arced through the air, scattering its contents and instantly filling the air with a nauseating stench.

The three patrol officers were caught off guard by the sudden attack and scrambled to take cover.

Hasegawa Shunsuke seized the opportunity to grab a broken wooden plank and use it to shield himself from possible bullets. He then turned and ran wildly into an alley.

His figure darted through the narrow streets and alleys like a mouse scurrying in the dark.

Seeing this scene, Su Mingzhe stood not far away, a slight sneer appearing on his lips.

His eyes were filled with contempt, as if he were looking at a clown.

Su Mingzhe slowly raised his hand, and with a loud "bang," the bullet shot out like a bolt of lightning, instantly piercing the wooden board.

Immediately afterwards, the bullet pierced through the broken wooden planks and struck Hasegawa Shunsuke's kneecap.

Hasegawa Shunsuke let out a scream, his body fell forward, and he crashed heavily to the ground. Blood gushed from his knees, forming a dark red pool on the ground.

You are as ridiculous as your bunker.

"take away."