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

Zhou Kai had heard of Gong Shouguo before, and in his memory, he was just a junior police chief who had served in the Jinhua District Police Station for ten years.

In the past ten years, there has been no news of Gong Shouguo having any connection with any high-ranking officials or dignitaries, nor has anyone heard of him having any remarkable background or powerful backers.

Zhou Kai has never taken such minor characters seriously.

But recently, for some reason, the old director was transferred away, and Gong Shouguo, as if he had hit the jackpot, took over the director's position.

Logically speaking, someone like him should be more discreet and keep a low profile.

But Gong Shouguo is different. Not only did he not do that, but he also acted arrogantly and now he's even flaunting his power over Zhou Kai.

In Zhou Kai's view, this was simply courting death.

Today, Zhou Kai is determined to show this arrogant Gong Shouguo who really calls the shots in Jinhua District.

Not long after, Zhou Kai led his guard squad and stormed into the police station.

Upon seeing this, the security guard at the police station nervously swallowed, hesitated for a moment, and then mustered up the courage to verbally dissuade him a few times.

But when he saw Zhou Kai's cold and oppressive eyes, he was immediately filled with fear and opened the door from the bottom of his heart.

Meanwhile, Gong Shouguo sat calmly in the police station office, as steady as an old dog.

He remained calm and composed, quietly waiting for Zhou Kai to come and cause trouble.

With a loud bang, Zhou Kai kicked open the office door, which had been tightly closed.

The door slammed against the wall and bounced back, making a teeth-grinding tremor.

"You surnamed Gong, I really don't know if you've had enough of living or if you're deliberately looking for death."

Zhou Kai's face was gloomy, and his eyes flashed with angry flames.

Gong Shouguo calmly sipped his coffee, trying to adapt to the drink and improve his taste.

In response to Zhou Kai's question, he simply replied, "What's the difference between the two?"

That carefree and self-satisfied demeanor only fueled Zhou Kai's anger.

"Aren't you being too polite? Don't you know your place?"

Zhou Kai roared, a surge of anger rising to the top of his head. This was the first time in all these years that he had been provoked like this.

He flipped the table in front of him over.

Documents and office supplies were scattered all over the table, and a cup broke on the floor with a crisp sound.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Kai rushed to Gong Shouguo, grabbed Gong Shouguo's collar tightly, and pulled him in front of him.

Two guards from the guard squad raised their guns, the dark muzzles pointed at Gong Shouguo.

The remaining men, following Zhou Kai's previous instructions, rushed to the prison and released Xue Rong and the others.

Xue Ronggang was still somewhat dazed when he walked out of the prison cell.

He had originally made a deal with Director Gong, so he was essentially arrested voluntarily. He was still waiting for Director Gong to release him, so why is the guard squad here now?

He hadn't figured these things out yet, so he decided to stop thinking about them and just ask Brother Ma later.

When Xue Rong saw Qian Kun lying on the ground, evil thoughts welled up in his heart.

A smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he raised his foot and stomped hard on Qian Kun's face, rubbing it back and forth a few times.

"Does it feel good? Hahahaha..."

Qian Kun roared angrily, "You little bastard, if you've got the guts, let go of your Grandpa Qian. Let's fight a few rounds. If I don't twist your head off, I'll write the character 'Qian' backwards."

Just then, a black Ford car slowly came to a stop in front of the police station.

A squad of well-equipped soldiers followed behind the car, dressed in neat uniforms and armed with standard weapons.

Shen Bei had just turned off the car when he quickly opened the back door, and Su Mingzhe slowly stepped out of the car.

He first straightened his uniform, and then strode into the police station.

It came at "just the right time".

"Who goes there, daring to touch my men? Put down your guns and arrest them."

Su Mingzhe's voice carried an undeniable authority.

Upon seeing Su Mingzhe arrive, Gong Shouguo immediately breathed a sigh of relief; he had been quite nervous when two guns were pointed at him earlier.

Upon hearing Su Mingzhe's order, the soldiers immediately rushed forward and, in the blink of an eye, pinned down the guards and Xue Rong's men.

The action was quick and decisive, without any hesitation.

The soldiers skillfully disarmed the guards. Just as Sergeant Ma was about to resist, his eyes suddenly widened, his gaze fixed on the soldiers' distinctive armbands.

"Military Intelligence Investigation Department!"

Squad Leader Ma exclaimed in alarm, his voice filled with fear and despair.

When the guards heard that it was someone from the Military Intelligence Bureau, they had no intention of resisting anymore.

Without hesitation, they threw down their guns, covered their heads with their hands, and obediently squatted on the ground, their bodies still trembling involuntarily. They knew the name of the Military Intelligence Bureau like the back of their hand.

People go in vertically, but they almost always come out horizontally; some people's bodies can't even be found.

Who would dare to defy the Military Intelligence Service?

They would be immediately labeled as traitors, and even if they died, they would still bear the name of a collaborator, which would even implicate their families.

Whether someone is guilty or not is not up to you to decide; it is up to the Military Intelligence Bureau to decide.

Zhou Kai's heart skipped a beat. He had originally thought that Gong Shouguo was just ignorant and arrogant, and that he was too young to distinguish right from wrong after becoming the bureau chief, which was why he had the confidence to challenge him.

He couldn't understand how Gong Shouguo could have gotten involved with the Military Intelligence Bureau.

Zhou Kai immediately changed his expression like a Sichuan opera face-changing act, his face, which had just been full of anger, instantly transformed into a fawning one.

He approached with a fawning expression, his face like that of a lapdog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

"Sir, is there some misunderstanding between us? My uncle is..."

Zhou Kai tried to invoke his powerful connections, his words tinged with a hint of wishful thinking, his eyes fixed on Su Mingzhe, hoping to see a softening on the other's face.

However, Zhou Kai was about to introduce himself when Su Mingzhe ruthlessly interrupted him.

"No misunderstanding, you're the one I'm arresting. Take him away!"

Upon hearing Su Mingzhe's order, the two agents grabbed Zhou Kai's arms tightly, one on each side.

The force was immense; Zhou Kai felt as if his arm was about to be crushed, and his feet were dragged along the ground, leaving two messy tracks.

Zhou Kai was truly panicked now, his eyes filled with terror.

He knew very well that once he entered the Military Intelligence Bureau, there would be no way out for him.

"My uncle is..."

Zhou Kai tried to invoke his powerful connections to save his life again, but before he could finish speaking, an agent pulled a dirty rag from his pocket and roughly stuffed it into his mouth.

The rag emitted a foul odor, causing Zhou Kai to cough violently. However, his cries for help were muffled, and he could only make muffled "woo-woo" sounds.

The rest of the group were quickly subdued by the agents.

Their hands were handcuffed behind their backs, and the agents tied them together with a thick rope before escorting them to Chang'an Station.

After everyone was taken away, the police station fell silent.

Su Mingzhe then slowly turned his gaze to the burly man lying on the ground.

He frowned slightly, a scrutinizing look in his eyes.

"You're that Ghost Blade Fifth Master?"

Qian Kun looked disheveled; his clothes were tattered, and his face was covered in dust and blood.

Upon hearing Su Mingzhe's question, he quickly got up from the ground.

In front of this officer, how could he dare to call himself Fifth Master?

"Sir, you can just call me Xiao Wu."