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

That shot not only knocked the gun out of Cheng Hao's hand, but also threw him into disarray.

A bone-chilling cold shot straight to the top of the head.

It's that sniper again!

Just as precise and elusive as when they ambushed Zhou Zheng in the suburbs last time!

Who is he?

Was he a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau?

Or is he Japanese?

He realized that tonight's situation was far more complicated than he had imagined!

He may have fallen into a trap set by someone else from the very beginning!

"Take cover! Take cover now! There's a sniper!" Cheng Hao shouted hoarsely, clutching his bleeding wrist.

The agents of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) panicked when they heard the shouts.

They all sought cover, no longer daring to show their faces easily.

For a moment, the originally fierce offensive came to a halt.

Meanwhile, the pressure on the Special Higher Police (STPR) has decreased significantly.

"Fight back! Give them a good beating!" Watanabe Kazuya roared, his spirits soaring as he commanded his men to retaliate.

With the sniper's distraction, the situation on the battlefield was reversed in an instant.

Cheng Hao knew he couldn't delay any longer.

The enemy sniper was like a sword hanging over their heads, ready to take their lives at any moment.

Moreover, once the Special Higher Police's reinforcements arrive, they will be attacked from both sides.

"Retreat! Retreat now!" Cheng Hao gritted his teeth and gave the order to retreat.

Although he was unwilling, he knew that if he didn't leave now, he really wouldn't be able to leave at all.

"Station chief, what should we do with the goods and the prisoners?" the action team leader asked anxiously.

"Take them with you! Take Wang Fuquan and those men with you!" Cheng Hao said fiercely.

"Yes!"

The agents of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) began to take turns providing cover, preparing for their retreat.

They dragged Wang Fuquan, Li Zhenquan, and several other captured personnel out of the factory.

"Stop them!"

The Special Higher Police officers rushed forward like madmen.

In the darkness in the distance, the mysterious sniper fired again.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Seeing this scene, Cheng Hao knew that he was completely doomed tonight.

Not only did they fail to catch the perpetrators red-handed, but they also suffered heavy losses and got themselves into a huge mess.

"Let's go! Let's go!"

Cheng Hao, no longer willing to fight, scrambled into a car under the protection of his men and fled the scene in a panic.

The remaining agents of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) had no will to fight any longer. They took Wang Fuquan and a few other prisoners, left dozens of corpses behind, and retreated like a tide.

The factory has finally returned to calm.

All that remained were spent shell casings, bloodstains, and the acrid smell of gunpowder.

Watanabe Kazuya leaned on his gun, panting heavily.

He glanced at his own side; more than a dozen people had been killed or wounded, but at least most of the people and supplies had been saved.

He walked over to the dead communications soldier, looked at the radio that was riddled with bullet holes, and felt a wave of fear wash over him.

Without snipers, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Watanabe-kun, what do we do now?" a Special Higher Police officer asked as he approached.

"Take stock of the wounded and treat them. Then, bring in our trucks and load all the goods!" Watanabe Kazuya directed as he inspected the shipment.

The goods were saved at last.

"Hayi!"

The Special Higher Police officers began cleaning up the battlefield.

……

Inside the chess club.

Su Mingzhe put down the phone, his face expressionless.

The call was from Xu Feng.

He remained hidden near the factory, using a high-powered military telescope and a Mauser 98K sniper rifle equipped with a silencer to control the entire battlefield situation.

Everything that just happened was included in his report.

"Chief, the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) personnel have withdrawn. They took Wang Fuquan, Li Quanfu, and several other comrades with them." Xu Feng's voice was somewhat heavy.

"Understood." Su Mingzhe's voice was unreadable.

"Should we try to rescue Uncle Wang and the others?" Xu Feng asked.

"We need to save them, but we have to think of a way," Su Mingzhe said urgently.

"Don't worry," Su Mingzhe said, "Cheng Hao won't get anything of value out of them."

"Yes."

"Clean things up over there and come back immediately," Su Mingzhe ordered.

"clear."

After hanging up the phone, Su Mingzhe walked to the window and looked at the brightly lit Shanghai at night.

His heart was not as calm as he appeared.

Wang Fuquan has been arrested.

This was the biggest surprise in his plan.

It was also the most fatal one.

This was like a thorn, piercing deeply into Su Mingzhe's heart.

What makes him even more uneasy is that he has now completely lost contact with the entire underground procurement network.

Wang Fuquan was the sole contact person.

His arrest is tantamount to Su Mingzhe being cut off from his lifeline.

Although Watanabe Kazuya has temporarily taken over the hundreds of tons of supplies, how should the subsequent transportation and handover be carried out?

How can we connect with the overseas procurement networks in Hong Kong and Southeast Asia?

All the lines are broken.

Su Mingzhe felt a headache coming on.

While investigating the unusual activity in the black market, Cheng Hao set his sights on Zhou Zheng, who had just reported on the matter to him a few days prior.

What was my answer to him at the time?

"If the sky falls, there will always be someone taller to hold it up. You just need to do your own job well."

Thinking of this, Su Mingzhe broke out in a cold sweat.

He realized that he had made a fatal mistake.

He underestimated the enemy.

"Damn it!"

Su Mingzhe cursed under his breath.

But in any case, he must come up with a solution as soon as possible.

Otherwise, not only would the entire plan fail completely, but he himself would also be exposed to danger.

Just then, the office phone rang urgently.

Su Mingzhe picked up the phone, and a voice he least wanted to hear came through.

It's Shigeru Kurokawa.

"Tahira-kun! Something terrible has happened!" Kurokawa Shigeru's voice was filled with anger.