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

Several guards roughly dragged the three Japanese spies into the interrogation room like dead dogs.

The three Japanese spies were in a sorry state, their feet leaving two long trails of blood on the ground.

The Japanese spy, codenamed Lightning, trembled, letting out continuous wails of pain.

"Sir, sir, I've really confessed everything! Please, please let me go. I've told you everything I know."

"Or, or you could try to turn me against you. I have value, I still have value. I can provide you with intelligence. I really can't take it anymore, just kill me!"

His eyes were filled with fear and pleading; his groveling and begging manner was utterly repulsive.

Unfortunately, Su Mingzhe had no intention of turning him to defect. He was covered in wounds, and the Special Higher Police officers weren't stupid; they could tell at a glance that he had been arrested.

So at the moment he was tortured, all the value he had left was gone.

"Pooh!"

A Japanese spy next to him spat fiercely at Lightning, spitting a mouthful of bloody phlegm straight into his face.

"Baka! You coward! Traitor!"

The voice was filled with anger and disdain.

The eyes of the other two Japanese spies seemed to burn with rage as they looked at Lightning with disdain.

In their hearts, as agents of the empire, dignity and loyalty are paramount; they would rather die than kneel. Such an act of begging for mercy is a desecration of their beliefs.

Su Mingzhe looked at them coldly and said:

"To be honest, no one here has ever been able to walk out of here upright. If you confess and I just let you go, wouldn't I have captured you for nothing?"

The one named Liu Xu couldn't withstand the torment and is already dead.

Your entire eyebrow-painting team is here, and I know everything about your so-called "Long Sky Project." I even had people search for the radio station you hid.

If you have any other valuable information for me, tell me now. That way, I might be able to let you die a quick death and suffer less.

Then, all three of them fell silent.

These three Japanese spies really didn't have any valuable intelligence left.

Suddenly, they realized that their persistence seemed meaningless; they were merely playthings in someone else's hands.

"Let's try something new today."

Su Mingzhe's lips curled up slightly, a hint of indifference flashing in his eyes.

"Luo Dayou, fill three wooden buckets with water. Shen Bei, go to the market and buy six hundred leeches."

The air around them seemed to freeze instantly. Everyone looked at each other, and they all guessed what Su Mingzhe was planning to do.

Instantly, a chill ran from the soles of my feet straight up to my heart.

Ruthless, too ruthless.

Everyone understood that Su Mingzhe intended to use leeches to suck the three Japanese spies to death; the mere thought of this torture was enough to send chills down one's spine.

The wait was rather long this time, after all, no vegetable market would dare to open near Chang'an Station.

Shen Bei struggled to complete the task. He was carrying a large wooden tub with great effort. The tub was filled with leeches that were constantly wriggling inside. Just looking at the scene was enough to make one's scalp tingle.

"Put the three of them in the wooden tub, and then put the leeches in too, so they can have a leech bath."

Su Mingzhe's tone was as calm as if he were arranging a routine matter.

"It's a bit of a pity. We should have let these little guys go hungry for three to five days. For now, we'll just have to make do."

After receiving the order, the guards had complicated expressions on their faces, but they still acted quickly.

They first roughly stripped the three Japanese spies naked, and the three spies seemed to realize the horror that was about to befall them.

They began to struggle and curse, but their resistance seemed so futile under the strong control of the guards.

Immediately afterwards, the guards threw the naked Japanese spy directly into a wooden barrel full of leeches.

In an instant, the wooden barrel seemed to explode.

Smelling the blood, the massive leeches writhed wildly, attaching themselves to the Japanese spy's body at a terrifying speed, then piercing his skin to begin sucking his blood.

In an instant, the once clear water was stained red with blood, like a canvas soaked in blood, the glaring red spreading and diffusing.

Several Japanese spies let out terrified screams that echoed throughout the space.

This kind of pain is indescribable.

It comes not only from the feeling of having one's blood sucked away, but also from the feeling of life being slowly drained away.

It also stems from a psychological fear of leeches.

Those slimy, disgusting creatures roamed freely over their bodies, covering them in dense clusters. No matter how much they struggled, they could not escape them. This sense of despair overwhelmed them like a dark tide.

However, because leeches secrete a paralyzing substance when they suck blood, the Japanese spies may not have felt the intense stinging pain at first.

It was just a simple physical discomfort, but this discomfort was quickly replaced by a much more intense pain.

Because of the large number of leeches, which surged in wave after wave like a black tide, the Japanese spies were soon covered with leeches.

Some leeches can even burrow into the body through gaps in the skin, such as the mouth, nose, ears, and genitals, using their soft bodies to attach directly to internal organs and suck blood.

The gnawing sensation from within their bodies nearly drove the Japanese spies to a mental breakdown.

The guards around were terrified by what they saw; their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and they kept swallowing, trying to calm their fear.

Some of the more timid among them couldn't bear the bloody and terrifying scene and tightly closed their eyes.

Su Mingzhe turned away, his back to the bloody scene. As long as he couldn't see it, it didn't exist.

He picked up a steaming cup of coffee, took a small sip, and the bitter taste spread in his mouth, somewhat relieving the intense drowsiness he felt after a sleepless night.

"I'll recruit, I'll recruit."

The leader of the eyebrow-painting group could no longer endure the torment; his voice was hoarse and trembling, carrying the last vestige of his will to live.

At this point, he understood why his previous team members had been so "spineless"—this kind of punishment was simply unbearable for anyone.

It has surpassed the limits of human endurance in terms of suffering. Faced with this endless torment, any willpower is as fragile as glass.

At the same time, the system's voice also rang in Su Mingzhe's head.

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

The head of the Chang'an Special Higher Police Section would go to Qingxiang Tea House once a week to meet with the group leaders and exchange information, but no one had ever actually seen him.

The Japanese spy's testimony and the system's notification sounds were exactly the same, so he wasn't lying.

Wow, what an unexpected discovery!