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

The silence on the other end of the phone lasted for a full half minute.

Su Mingzhe knew that Wang Fuquan needed time to process this news.

In cooperation with the Special Higher Police, they used vehicles belonging to the Japanese military police to transport supplies to support the anti-Japanese front.

This sounds like a fantasy, a plan only a madman would come up with.

"Mingzhe... are you... are you sure?" Wang Fuquan stammered, uttering something about this bizarre plan.

“I’m sure, Uncle Wang,” Su Mingzhe said calmly. “This is our only, and safest, option right now.”

“But…this is too dangerous! Cooperating with the Japanese is like asking a tiger for its skin! If anything goes wrong, all of us involved will…” Wang Fuquan didn’t finish his sentence, but the meaning was self-evident.

“I understand your concerns, Uncle Wang,” Su Mingzhe said in a deep voice. “The risks are indeed very high. However, the amount of supplies we’ve acquired this time is enormous, hundreds of tons. Using our own channels, it’s simply impossible to safely transport them out of Songhu in a short period of time.”

"Only by relying on the Japanese and using money to lure them into doing things for us can we do it without anyone noticing."

"I've already reached an agreement with Shigeru Kurokawa, the head of the Japanese Special Higher Police. He will send an armed convoy, bearing the Special Higher Police's markings, to help us transport the supplies to the designated location. All checkpoints along the way will give us the green light once they see the Special Higher Police's pass."

Su Mingzhe briefly explained the entire plan to Wang Fuquan.

On the other end of the phone, Wang Fuquan fell silent again.

He could imagine the price Su Mingzhe paid and the risks he took to accomplish this.

This plan sounds absurd, but upon closer examination, it is the only way to break the deadlock at present.

“Mingzhe, it’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s just… this matter is too complicated. I need to report it to my superiors.”

As the person in charge of the underground front in Shanghai, he could not make such a major decision alone.

“I understand.” Su Mingzhe nodded. “But, Uncle Wang, we don’t have much time. I’ve already arranged with Kurokawa Shigeru to meet at the factory in the west of the city tomorrow night at midnight. If you can’t deliver the goods on time, the whole plan may fail.”

“I know.” Wang Fuquan took a deep breath. “Don’t worry, I will give you an answer before tonight. If the higher-ups approve, we will deliver the goods on time. If… if they don’t approve, we will think of another way.”

“Okay,” Su Mingzhe said. “Uncle Wang, please trust me.”

After hanging up the phone, Su Mingzhe leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

He knew that he had presented Wang Fuquan with a huge problem.

Everything he could do has been done.

Now, it's up to the organization to make a decision.

He believed that the organization's leaders would understand his intentions.

……

Meanwhile, in the French Concession, at Wang Fuquan's tea shop.

Wang Fuquan put down the phone, his face very serious.

Reason told him that Su Mingzhe's plan was too crazy and too risky.

But from a personal emotional perspective, he also trusted Su Mingzhe.

This young man has accomplished far too many impossible things since he appeared in Shanghai.

He always manages to find a glimmer of hope in the impossible and turn the rotten into the miraculous.

Wang Fuquan stood up and paced back and forth in the store.

He knew that this matter had to be reported immediately.

He went into the inner room, closed the door, and took out the radio from the corner.

After skillfully setting up the antenna and putting on his headphones, he began sending an urgent telegram to headquarters in the distance using the agreed frequency and code.

The telegram detailed Su Mingzhe's transportation plan, as well as the risks and benefits involved.

Radio waves traveled across mountains and rivers, flying towards the Loess Plateau.

……

In an ordinary cave dwelling in the Soviet area.

Several high-ranking members of the Red Party are studying the latest developments in the battle.

A confidential secretary hurried in, carrying a telegram that had just been received.

"Commander, urgent telegram from Comrade Wang Fuquan of the Songhu Special Branch."

A middle-aged man in charge of Tekori, wearing glasses, took the telegram, glanced at it, and immediately frowned deeply.

A brief silence fell over the cave dwelling.

Only the flame of the kerosene lamp flickered gently.

"Hehe..." After a long while, the person in charge let out a soft laugh.

"This young comrade is truly remarkable, just like me when I was young." His voice carried a hint of approval.

"Using the Japanese Special Higher Police's convoy to transport our supplies? This idea is truly... outlandish!"

"Yes," the person next to him shook his head with a wry smile, "This plan is too risky. It's practically sending our comrades and a large amount of precious supplies directly to the Japanese devils' slaughter."

"I think it's worth a try."

"What we lack most on the front lines? Medicine and weapons! If this batch of supplies can be delivered, it will be enough to equip several of our regiments and save tens of thousands of wounded soldiers! The temptation is too great!"

"I believe in Comrade 'Songbai'."

His voice wasn't loud, but it made a clear sound.

"Judging from the intelligence he provided, he is a comrade who is both brave and resourceful, bold yet meticulous. If he dared to propose this plan, he must have been confident in it."

"What kind of work in our Special Branch isn't risky?"

"I think this risk is worth taking!"

"It's settled then! Send a telegram back to Wang Fuquan, agreeing to Comrade 'Songbai's' plan! Let him go ahead and do it!"

"At the same time, tell him that the organization will fully cooperate with him. Tell him to pay attention to safety, protect himself, and protect our comrades and supplies!"

"Yes!" The confidential secretary immediately wrote it down.

"Also, tell the comrades at the front to prepare for the reception. We must ensure that such a large batch of supplies is delivered safely!"

"Yes!"

A radio wave flew from the Soviet area to Shanghai.

When Wang Fuquan received the reply from the Special Branch headquarters, it was already evening.

Looking at the eight large characters on the telegram, "Agreed with the plan, go for it," Wang Fuquan breathed a long sigh of relief.

The organization's trust in him filled him with motivation.

He immediately picked up the phone and dialed Su Mingzhe's number.

"Mingzhe, the boss has agreed."

"Okay." Su Mingzhe's voice remained calm on the other end of the phone.

"Uncle Wang, thank you for your hard work. See you at the West City Factory tomorrow night at midnight."

"See you there or see you."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Fuquan immediately began to take action.

He gathered his men and began the final preparations: loading the trucks, camouflaging, route planning, and assigning tasks to the men...

Night fell, and the darkness deepened.

A major upheaval began in Songhu.

Unbeknownst to them, a vast net laid by the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) was tightening around them.