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

Upon arriving at the interrogation room, Su Mingzhe immediately ordered his men to tie the Japanese spy to the electric chair without saying a word.

For such stubborn molecules, there's no need to say more; just apply strength directly.

As high-voltage current flowed through the Japanese spy's body, the spy writhed wildly, his face contorted in rage, veins bulging.

"The Empire will avenge me! You will all die soon! Aaaaah..."

Su Mingzhe snorted coldly. Sure enough, he was like a rock in a latrine, smelly and hard. Even after being reduced to fish on a chopping board, he still couldn't forget to talk big.

"I don't know when I'll die, but I do know you won't live much longer."

Three minutes had passed since the electric shock, and the system's voice still hadn't sounded. Su Mingzhe frowned.

As the leader of an intelligence team, he knew far more intelligence than a lieutenant radio operator.

However, the fact that the three-minute electric shock could not even yield ordinary intelligence shows that this Japanese spy's tolerance for pain and willpower were far greater than he had imagined.

"Turn on the power."

As the power was switched on, the Japanese spy, panting heavily, grinned and looked at Su Mingzhe with a mocking expression.

"Hahaha...cough cough...Chinese man, you're not afraid I'll die, are you? Hahaha..."

Seeing this, Luo Dayou took a rag he had just pulled out of the latrine and stuffed it into the mouth of the Japanese spy.

"Shen Bei, bring Sakai Ichiro over here."

A short while later, Shen Bei dragged Sakai Ichiro over like a dead dog.

Sakai Ichiro, who had been lifeless, suddenly saw Yamashita Satoshi's eyes widen in anger, as if the fury in his eyes was about to devour Yamashita Satoshi.

The person in front of me betrayed me, betrayed the Azalea Group, and betrayed the Empire!

Su Mingzhe glanced at Yamashita Satoshi in the electric chair and sneered.

"I hope you can still smile."

"Luo Dayou, use a hammer to smash the animal's fingers on the ground one by one."

Upon hearing Su Mingzhe's words, Yamashita Tomoya's previous calm demeanor vanished, and he began to make whimpering noises as he struggled to break free from the electric chair.

Anxious!

It seems there really is a deep bond between master and disciple.

Luo Dayou grinned maliciously and spat out a mouthful of phlegm.

He even put the hammer in the charcoal stove to heat it up, waved it in front of Sakai Ichiro, and then smashed Sakai Ichiro's thumb into mincemeat with the hammer.

The intense pain caused Sakai Ichiro to faint, but Su Mingzhe wasn't about to let him off so easily.

"Splash him awake, then continue."

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

Fujiwara Hiroshi, a member of the Azalea Group, codenamed Tobi, also known as Xu Jun, is a middle school teacher and lives at No. 367, Tianxinyou Road.

Then a portrait appeared in Su Mingzhe's mind.

This is the right way to do it, Su Mingzhe thought with delight.

Then he walked over to Yamashita Satoshi and began to whisper the devil.

"Ichiro Sakai's current predicament is entirely your fault. It's because of your lack of cooperation that he has suffered such torture!"

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

A member of the Azalea Group, Fujiwara Taku, codenamed Salty Fish, also known as Li Fu, works as a rickshaw driver and lives at No. 10 Huangxing Road.

Then another portrait appeared in Su Mingzhe's mind.

Luo Dayou continued swinging the hammer, smashing all ten of Sakai Ichiro's fingers into a bloody pulp.

Sakai Ichiro fainted several times during filming, but Su Mingzhe forced him to turn the machine back on each time.

Seeing that Luo Dayou had stopped, Su Mingzhe said:

"Why stop? Even if you lose your fingers, you still have toes. Keep going."

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

Kawashima Chika, a member of the Azalea Group, codenamed Bee, also known as Zhu Shan, works as a bank teller and lives at No. 723 Huangxing Road.

A portrait of an ordinary-looking woman slowly emerges.

Su Mingzhe wasn't idle either; he picked up the interrogation record book and started drawing.

Thanks to his good skills in simple line drawing, he drew three simple portraits in just ten minutes.

Su Mingzhe looked at the three portraits and nodded in satisfaction, indicating that his previous skills were still intact.

Seeing that Ichiro Sakai was about to die from blood loss, there was probably nothing left to extract from him.

Just then, Yamashita Satoshi, sitting in the electric chair, seemed unable to withstand the psychological pressure any longer and was about to confess.

"Weren't you pretty tough just now? I still prefer your rebellious side."

Su Mingzhe walked up to the Japanese spy with three portraits in his hand and patted his face with the drawing paper.

"There's one more thing. Why do you think I want to hear your testimony? If I have to listen to it just because you say so, wouldn't I lose face?"

Then Su Mingzhe unfolded the three portraits one by one in front of Yamashita Tomo.

Seeing his intelligence team completely exposed, Yamashita Satoshi was dumbfounded, his brain instantly shutting down.

His intelligence team strictly prohibited sharing their identities, and apart from him, the team leader, no one could possibly know the identities of the other four.

"Looks like you're a complete idiot; you still haven't realized it."

"The Special Higher Police have our moles at Chang'an Station, and your Cuckoo Group is quite expensive."

Su Mingzhe's words completely shattered Yamashita Satoshi's belief. The Special Higher Police were all elites of the empire with noble bloodlines, and those who could obtain specific information about the members of the Azalea Group were even more of a high-ranking and noble person.

But even such elites of the empire would betray the empire and willingly become the lackeys of the Chinese!

Has he forgotten his oath to be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor?

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained encrypted intelligence]

Xiao Zhenguang, the deputy commander of the Chang'an City Garrison Regiment, had a wife who was a Japanese Special Higher Police spy codenamed Butterfly. Xiao Zhenguang had already defected to Japan.

This is deadly intelligence. If war breaks out in the future, Xiao Zhenguang will be a time bomb that could explode at any time.

It seems that turning Xiao Zhenguang to defect was one of the main tasks of the Dujuan Group.

Before Su Mingzhe could react, the system's mechanical voice rang in his mind again.

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained encrypted intelligence]

Three days ago, Nagasawa Jinchū, the head of the Chang'an Special Higher Police Section, went to Songhu and was promoted to head of the Songhu Special Higher Police Section.

Then, a middle-aged, short man wearing a ghost face mask appeared in Su Mingzhe's mind.

It seems that the Japanese spy in front of us doesn't know what Nagasawa Shinchu looks like.

Compared to these things, he cared more about obtaining evidence of Xiao Zhenguang's collusion with Japan.

He could arrest an ordinary person without hesitation, but he had to be cautious about dealing with a lieutenant colonel deputy regimental commander who held military power, especially since he was Commander Xiao's nephew.

"Dayou, remove the rag from his mouth."

Yamashita Satoshi, finally gaining the right to speak, his face contorted with rage, asked:

"Who? Who betrayed the empire?"

This question had become his obsession. Although he knew he was doomed, Yamashita Satoshi still wanted to know the answer.

"You have no right to ask, and I have no obligation to answer you."

Su Mingzhe pondered for a moment, then continued:

"But I'm in a good mood today, so I can answer your question. But before that, I have a question for you too. That's fair, isn't it?"

Do you know Xiao Zhenguang?