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

The dim light flickered in the small room, and Guo Tianyou and his wife sat solemnly to one side, barely daring to breathe.

Their attendants, however, sat in the main seats, tapping their fingers lightly on the table, making the oppressive atmosphere even more intense.

Guo Tianyou was merely this person's shadow, or even a scapegoat who could be discarded at any time when necessary. The attendant in front of him was the head of the Chang'an Special Higher Police.

Of all the Japanese spies in Chang'an, only the couple knew the section chief's true identity.

Kenichi Nakamura frowned, a strong sense of unease washing over him like waves, making him restless.

First came the Cuckoo Group, followed by the Thrush Group. Two meticulously trained intelligence groups were almost completely wiped out.

Only one person managed to escape, returning in a sorry state to the Songhu Special Higher Police.

The two intelligence teams were exposed without any warning, and didn't even have time to send out an alarm before they were all pulled out of service.

Kenichi Nakamura had just taken over the Chang'an Special Higher Section, intending to make great strides, but he did not expect to encounter such major changes so soon after taking office.

The entire Chang'an region had been undercover for decades, and six intelligence teams had been painstakingly established, but now a third of them had been lost in an instant.

Just now, he received an accountability call from headquarters, which gave him a severe dressing-down.

His tone was extremely stern, ordering him that if he still could not make any progress, he should commit seppuku to atone for his sins and comfort the spirits of these outstanding agents in heaven.

Losing just two intelligence teams wasn't unbearable, but the capture of the codebooks was the most devastating blow, nearly bringing the Empire's intelligence operations to a standstill.

They were forced to adopt a new codebook, which was the main reason for headquarters' fury.

Kenichi Nakamura took a deep breath, trying to suppress his inner turmoil and fear. Then, he looked at Guo Tianyou and said in a low voice:

"Kobayashi-kun, have you discovered anything?"

The sound echoed in the silent room, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible tremor.

Terrifying, his opponent is terrifying.

Yusuke Kobayashi hesitated for a moment, then swallowed hard and slowly said:

"Section Chief, according to the intelligence we've gathered, both of our intelligence teams were captured by a young man named Su Mingzhe."

This person is no ordinary individual; he possesses extraordinary abilities and exceptional courage.

After hesitating for a moment, Yusuke Kobayashi continued, "He was also very lucky."

"Su Mingzhe?"

Kenichi Nakamura quickly searched his mind for the name, but he couldn't recall the person at all.

“He only graduated from military academy a few months ago, and we just learned about this news. It’s normal that you haven’t heard of him, Section Chief.”

Yusuke Kobayashi added cautiously, his voice growing softer and softer.

Upon hearing this, Nakamura Kenichi felt his blood rush to his head and almost explode with anger.

How could a greenhorn, barely out of his teens, wipe out two of his elite intelligence teams in just one month?

Was it just because of good luck?

This reason seemed utterly absurd to him.

Kenichi Nakamura believed that if he submitted such an investigation report, his superiors in the Special Higher Police would tear him apart and nail him to the pillar of shame of the empire.

"Baka! What are you two good for? Is this your investigation? You two have successfully made me re-evaluate the level of Imperial agents."

Kenichi Nakamura couldn't help but roar, raising the teacup in his hand, intending to smash it on the ground to vent his anger.

He gritted his teeth and held back, slowly lowering his hand. The teacup trembled slightly in his hand, just like his uneasy and angry heart at that moment.

"Yes."

When Mr. and Mrs. Kobayashi saw their section chief get angry, they turned pale with fright, immediately stood up, and lowered their heads.

Although neither of them knew exactly what they had done wrong, they were instinctively afraid of the section chief's wrath.

This person was a complete novice, with a resume that was almost entirely blank, offering no clues whatsoever.

In this quiet, somewhat oppressive room, the air seemed to have frozen.

Suddenly, the radio placed in the corner started ringing out abruptly without warning, the sound particularly jarring in the quiet environment.

It is only used to transmit information in emergency situations.

Yusuke Kobayashi quickly pulled out a pen and paper from his pocket. He gripped the pen tightly, leaned forward, and approached the radio, preparing to record the telegram.

The radio first emitted a series of static noises, followed by a bunch of meaningless nonsense.

Finally, a long string of numerical codes appeared, and the radio broadcast this string of numerical codes twice in a row.

Yusuke Kobayashi was taking notes with complete concentration, not daring to blink for fear of misremembering any number.

After confirming that everything was correct, he carefully opened the codebook and began to convert the string of numbers into text information.

As he deciphered the text, the words "The raccoon has been exposed, leave immediately, be careful" gradually appeared on the paper.

When Kobayashi Yusuke saw the word "tanuki," his heart sank, because "tanuki" was his code name.

The news struck like a bolt from the blue. Kobayashi Yusuke's face turned deathly pale instantly. He was so frightened that he almost fell off his chair, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief.

Kobayashi Yusuke kept telling himself, "This is impossible, how could this be?"

He tried to calm himself down and began to recall his actions.

Yusuke Kobayashi can assure you that he has not met with any member of any intelligence group.

After all, he was the section chief's shadow, and a shadow can only exist in the shadows.

Others only know that such a person exists; his true identity, background, and other basic information are completely blank, with no possibility of any leak.

However, recalling the inexplicable arrests of the two intelligence teams before him, a terrifying thought involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

Could it be that high-ranking officials at the Special Higher Police headquarters have defected?

Once the idea came to him, it wouldn't leave his mind.

"what happened?"

Seeing Kobayashi Yusuke's panicked appearance made Nakamura Kenichi's already tense nerves tighten even more, and a nameless fear began to spread in his heart.

He strode over and picked up the telegram that had just been deciphered.

The moment his gaze fell upon the contents of the telegram, his eyes instantly filled with terror, and his pupils contracted sharply.

His lips trembled slightly involuntarily, and his throat felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, leaving him speechless for a long time.

He quickly guessed why he had been exposed—Qingxiang Teahouse.

It must be Qingxiang Teahouse!

Out of caution, he chose to abandon this meeting place, but his cleverness backfired.

It was precisely because of his unusual behavior that the Military Intelligence Investigation Department deduced his identity.

If he continues to go to Qingxiang Teahouse as usual, the person across the street may never discover his true identity.

"Damn it!"

He spent his days hunting geese, but now the geese have pecked out his eyes.

But it's too late to understand now.

Kenichi Nakamura knew perfectly well that if they didn't evacuate now, they would never have a chance to escape.

It's already too late to evacuate now.

"Pack your things and leave immediately!"

Kenichi Nakamura's voice carried a hint of unprecedented panic, yet he tried his best to remain calm.

"Burn the codebook! We must not let it fall into enemy hands, or we will all become traitors to the empire!"

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

"Inform all intelligence teams in plaintext to remain silent, cease all operations, and await further instructions."

The three of us prepared potassium cyanide. If anything goes wrong, we will serve the Emperor with our utmost loyalty; this is our last vestige of dignity!