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

The saying goes, "A generous reward will surely attract brave men."

This reward of three thousand yuan is a huge sum of money that can change the course of a person's life.

With this money, one can transform from a penniless, down-on-his-luck bachelor into a small landowner. Who could resist such a temptation?

As a result, the entire city of Chang'an was in an uproar, and those who participated in the search operation were all incredibly enthusiastic, as if they had been injected with adrenaline.

When Kenichi Nakamura and his entourage arrived at the city gate in a hurry, they found the gate tightly closed, with guards on both sides armed and on high alert.

Looking at the number of troops stationed there, it was twice as many as usual, clearly indicating that they were there specifically to target them.

"Didn't the city just go into lockdown a few days ago? Why is it happening again today? The streets are full of soldiers now, how are we supposed to live in peace?"

A young man dressed in fine clothes started yelling and cursing at the platoon leader guarding the city gate.

His fair face flushed red with anger, and the silk robes he wore trembled slightly with his movements.

As soon as he finished speaking, several young men around him joined in the commotion, their shrill voices rising and falling, sounding particularly jarring in the noisy crowd.

These young masters are all spoiled brats who have been pampered since childhood. Relying on their family's power, they act recklessly and are typical spoiled brats who bring trouble upon their fathers.

They are mostly deformed products of inbreeding, resulting in intellectual disability. They are of no use except to cause trouble for others.

The platoon leader frowned slightly, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes. He didn't want to waste words with these unreasonable young masters, so he picked up the Czech light machine gun next to him and started firing at a 75-degree angle towards the sky.

The gunshots were like thunder, exploding at the city gate and making people's ears ring.

The bullets whistled into the sky, which served as a powerful deterrent, silencing the troublemakers and preventing innocent bystanders from being injured.

These young masters had never seen anything like this before, and they were instantly terrified, their faces turning pale and their legs going weak.

Just moments ago they were swaggering around, but now they were like frightened rabbits, crouching on the ground with their heads in their hands, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, looking quite comical.

The platoon leader guarding the city gate was also helpless; he didn't want to offend these powerful young men.

Normally, he might have tried to reason with him, but this was a death order from Chief of Staff Zhao, strictly forbidding anyone from leaving Chang'an City, with the threat of execution.

Faced with military orders, he had no choice but to use this forceful method to maintain order.

As soon as the machine gun fired, people scattered like startled birds.

The once bustling and crowded city gate area suddenly became empty.

Taking advantage of the chaotic crowd, several Japanese spies discreetly concealed themselves among the panicked masses.

With their heads bowed and hat brims obscuring most of their faces, they moved with the flow of people in a seemingly hurried yet orderly fashion, quietly leaving the city gate.

Now, their only way out has been cut off, leaving them in a desperate situation.

Left with no other option, the group had to hide in a safe house in an attempt to buy time.

They secretly pondered to themselves, "Chang'an can't be under lockdown forever, can it?"

As long as the ban is lifted in Chang'an, the matter will be dropped.

This method may be old-fashioned, but it is indeed effective.

But this time, they completely miscalculated.

This time, the Military Intelligence Investigation Department went all out, determined not to give up until these Japanese spies were brought to justice.

Just when everyone thought they could disperse, a large group of patrol officers and action team members quickly surrounded the crowd.

Based on experience gained from previous operations, it is highly likely that Japanese spies are hidden among this group.

"Everyone line up, those at the back, stand in line, one at a time."

The patrol officers shouted at the top of their lungs as they moved through the crowd, maintaining order.

Meanwhile, the team members held portraits and carefully compared them one by one with the people in the crowd.

Because the team members only had a portrait of Yusuke Kobayashi, Kenichi Nakamura and the female Japanese spy escaped.

Using the crowd as cover, they slipped away in the chaos.

As Kenichi Nakamura fled, he inadvertently glanced at the lifelike portrait out of the corner of his eye, and he felt his heart leap into his throat.

Kenichi Nakamura was devastated, taking deep breaths to try and calm himself down.

Then, he forced himself to remain calm, making himself appear as if nothing had happened, and walked towards the safe house that had been prepared beforehand with seemingly easy but actually heavy steps.

A safe house is a concealed location used by intelligence agents for covert operations.

Its appearance is indistinguishable from that of an ordinary house, blending in with many other houses and not easily arousing suspicion.

In addition, the safe house also has a certain amount of living supplies to deal with situations where intelligence personnel may need to evade tracking for a long time.

It includes food, water, and basic medical supplies, and is equipped with emergency escape routes.

His legs were trembling, and Kenichi Nakamura didn't even know how he got to the safe house.

Meanwhile, Kobayashi Yusuke was weaving through the crowd, his eyes fixed on the box in his hands.

Clearly, he was unaware that danger was already lurking beneath the surface.

He simply gripped the box tightly, as if he wanted to etch his fingerprints onto it.

He had only one thought in his mind: if the box slipped from his hands, the mission would fail, and he absolutely could not fall into the hands of those people from the Military Intelligence Bureau.

At that point, he would immediately take potassium cyanide.

Unfortunately, what he didn't know was that this huge net was prepared specifically for him.

The team members searched for the target in the crowd. One of the team members held a portrait and scanned back and forth between the portrait and the crowd. When his eyes fell on Yusuke Kobayashi, he immediately became alert.

He held the portrait up to Kobayashi Yusuke and compared it to the portrait again and again. After repeatedly confirming that it was indeed the person in the portrait, he then gave Kobayashi Yusuke the signal to go.

Just as Kobayashi Yusuke saw the signal to let him pass and relaxed a little, the moment his tense nerves loosened, his knee was suddenly struck by a tremendous force.

The force came so suddenly that he was caught off guard and staggered forward, falling to the ground.

Before he could react, a group of people rushed up, pinned him to the ground, and tore off his collar.

Kobayashi Yusuke's eyes widened in horror as he stuck out his tongue to lick the scattered potassium cyanide on the ground, but his head was suddenly snapped upwards.

He looked utterly desperate, and closed his eyes in anguish, as if contemplating his tragic fate.

But at that moment, a member of the action team, eager to make a contribution, opened the box containing the radio without authorization.

"boom!"