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

The Bund.

The clock on the customs building had just struck, its sound deep and resonant.

A Chevrolet sedan, as if possessed, recklessly swerved through the congested traffic, its horn blaring and tires screeching against the pavement, drawing the attention of passersby.

Su Mingzhe's knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly.

His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, his face was pale, and his lips were pressed tightly into a line.

He was gripped by waves of stomach cramps, but he didn't care.

There was only one thought in his mind.

faster!

Faster!

He could feel that he was racing against death, and also racing against that bastard Cheng Hao.

Every traffic jam made him extremely anxious.

On several occasions, he even drove his car directly onto the sidewalk, drawing gasps and curses.

Finally, the iconic granite building came into view.

Citibank!

However, at that very moment, he saw Cheng Hao walk out with a smug look on his face.

His face was filled with uncontrollable elation and pride, and behind him followed three burly men.

Cheng Hao himself was carefully holding a long, narrow brocade box in his hands!

His steps were so light and spirited.

He didn't even notice that just twenty paces away, a man was sitting in a car, staring intently at him.

late.

In the end, it was too late.

Su Mingzhe watched helplessly as Cheng Hao, the culprit who killed Uncle Wang, walked right past him, looking so smug.

Cheng Hao seemed to sense something and subconsciously turned his head.

His gaze met Su Mingzhe's gaze in the air.

Cheng Hao's smile froze instantly.

Almost instinctively, he clutched the brocade box in his arms tighter and quickened his pace.

"Quick! Get in the car!"

Three burly men immediately protected him and rushed toward a black Ford sedan parked on the side of the road.

Su Mingzhe didn't move because a sweet, metallic taste welled up in his throat.

He gripped the steering wheel and coughed violently.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood splattered onto the steering wheel.

The excruciating pain in his stomach was like a ferocious beast tearing at his body.

After a while, an anxious voice rang out from behind.

Xu Feng had arrived without anyone noticing.

"Chief! What's wrong? You're vomiting blood!"

"I am fine."

Su Mingzhe waved his hand, slowly straightened up, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Xu Feng".

"exist!"

"Follow up on the black Ford with license plate number Shanghai A-7418 that just left!"

"Okay." Xu Feng got into the driver's seat, while Su Mingzhe moved to the passenger seat and started the car.

French Concession, Avenue Joffre.

A black Ford sedan was speeding down this road.

Inside the car, Cheng Hao's emotions had calmed down from the shock he had just experienced.

He looked down at the exquisite brocade box in his arms, and a smug look reappeared on his face.

"Damn, that really scared me," Cheng Hao cursed, still shaken.

The oppressive feeling from that look in his eyes when we were at the bank was just too strong.

But now that I think about it, so what?

The item is already in my hands!

Even if Su Mingzhe has extraordinary abilities, how could he possibly steal it?

In his eyes, Su Mingzhe was already a loser, a loser destined to be trampled under his feet.

"Speed ​​up, back to safety!" Cheng Hao urged. "I can't wait to see what's hidden inside this treasure!"

"Yes!"

The driver responded and stepped on the gas, causing the Ford to accelerate noticeably.

However, at this moment.

"boom--!!!"

A tremendous roar of engines suddenly came from behind them!

The driver glanced instinctively in the rearview mirror and saw a black Chevrolet sedan hurtling toward them!

The driver screamed in terror and jerked the steering wheel to the right in an attempt to avoid it.

But it was all too late.

The front of the Chevrolet crashed hard into the rear of the Ford sedan!

The immense impact caused the Ford to instantly lose control!

The car spun wildly 360 degrees on the road like a spinning top that had been whipped into the air, before crashing heavily into a large sycamore tree on the side of the road!

"Bang!"

The front of the car was severely deformed, the hood popped up, and thick black smoke billowed out.

Inside the car, Cheng Hao was stunned by the sudden impact, his head slamming hard against the front seat, and he saw stars.

The exquisite brocade box he was carrying slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, "Bang! Bang!" several gunshots rang out, and the bodyguards who had been knocked unconscious were instantly killed.

Su Mingzhe's bloodless face appeared outside the car window.

Then, he forcefully pulled open the dented car door, picked up the brocade box, and delivered a chop to the back of Cheng Hao's neck.

Cheng Hao's vision went black, and he completely lost consciousness.

"Take him with you, along with this box." Su Mingzhe handed the brocade box to Xu Feng, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"Yes, Virgo!"

Looking at Su Mingzhe's pale face and the trace of blood that had not yet dried at the corner of his mouth, Xu Feng felt both worry and awe.

……

An abandoned warehouse located on the edge of the French Concession.

This is Su Mingzhe's secret safe house, remote, secluded, and isolated from the world.

The warehouse was filled with a damp, musty smell and the odor of dust.

Four thick wooden stakes stood in the center of the warehouse.

Cheng Hao was tightly tied to a wooden stake, his mouth stuffed with a rag, and he was unable to move.

A bucket of cold water was poured unceremoniously onto Cheng Hao's face.

The icy sensation jolted him awake from his unconsciousness.

He opened his eyes blankly, and the first thing he saw was the dim light and the cobweb-covered beams above his head.

When he realized he was tied to a wooden stake, and that Su Mingzhe was sitting quietly in a dilapidated chair not far away, his heart sank to the bottom.

“Su…Su Mingzhe…” Cheng Hao struggled, squeezing out a few indistinct syllables from his throat.

"Cheng Hao."

He spoke, his voice a little hoarse, but exceptionally clear.

"In 1933, you were in Nanjing. In order to compete for the position of deputy section chief, you framed your colleague Zhou Muzhi, which led to the secret execution of his entire family of thirteen."

Cheng Hao's body jolted violently!

He stared wide-eyed at Su Mingzhe in disbelief.

Zhou Muzhi!

This is the most dishonorable and secretive chapter in his rise to power!

There was no way a fourth person could know about this except for him and a few other people who were already dead!

How did Su Mingzhe find out?

"In 1935, you were ordered to escort a batch of military pay to the front lines. You embezzled 30% of it and used it to buy a luxury house in Shanghai and keep a mistress."

Su Mingzhe's voice remained calm.

But every word was like a heavy hammer blow, striking Cheng Hao's heart hard.

His breathing began to quicken.

Cold sweat streamed down his forehead in large beads.

"In 1937, during the Battle of Shanghai, you, as the head of the intelligence group, deliberately leaked the movement route of friendly forces to the Japanese in order to claim credit, which led to the annihilation of 120 elite members of the Military Intelligence Bureau's 'Iron Fist' action team."

"No...it wasn't me! You're lying! You're making false accusations!" Cheng Hao finally broke down, shaking his head frantically and roaring.

The "Iron Fist" action team was the ace of the Military Intelligence Bureau, and their demise was a painful blow to the entire Bureau.

This incident has always been considered an accident.

No one could have imagined that such a dirty deal was behind it all!

Su Mingzhe ignored his explanation and continued speaking.

"In 1938, you were promoted to Inspector of the Songhu District of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics. Within three months, you arrested more than two hundred innocent businessmen and students on charges of 'colluding with the Communists' and 'colluding with the Japanese.' You tortured them to extract confessions and extorted money from them, and all the money you obtained went into your own pocket. Among them, thirty-seven people died in your interrogation room because they could not bear the torture."

"In 1939, you secretly colluded with Ding Mocun and Li Shiqun of the Wang Jingwei regime, selling out seven secret liaison points of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (Zhongtong) in exchange for ten gold bars and the position of deputy director of the 76th Special Agent Headquarters..."

"The 29th year of the Republic of China..."

Su Mingzhe's voice was like a scalpel, peeling away Cheng Hao's hypocritical mask layer by layer, exposing the filthy, rotten, and blood-filled sins within him to the air.

Every single thing he recounted was detailed, down to the exact time, place, people, and even the specific amount of money.

Cheng Hao's psychological defenses crumbled inch by inch.

He went from denying it at first, to being shocked, to being terrified, and finally... to despair.

Looking at the pale-faced young man before him, he felt like a criminal stripped naked and standing on the judgment seat.

And the other party is none other than the King of Hell, who holds the Book of Life and Death and decides the fate of people!