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

Upon hearing the name "Xiao Zhenguang," Yamashita Tomo's pupils contracted. The Military Intelligence Investigation Department actually knew about this!

His beliefs had crumbled, and now that the officer in front of him had mentioned those three words, there was no need for him to hide anything anymore.

"Xiao Zhenguang's wife is a Special Higher Police agent codenamed Butterfly, but she has no affiliation with me. Xiao Zhenguang has now been turned."

Su Mingzhe nodded in satisfaction; the Japanese spy in front of him hadn't tried anything funny.

"I need evidence that Xiao Zhenguang is colluding with Japan."

"Can I have a cigarette?"

Yamashita Satoshi's voice was slightly hoarse, carrying an indescribable weariness and longing.

A hint of expectation flickered in his eyes as he quietly gazed at Su Mingzhe across from him.

Su Mingzhe was slightly taken aback, then gave a signal with his eyes.

Shen Bei, who was standing to the side, immediately understood and took out a Cai Feng brand cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Yamashita Tomo.

Yamashita Tomo nodded slightly and took the cigarette with his slightly trembling hand.

Shen Bei took out another match, lit it with a "snap," and helped Yamashita Satoshi light his cigarette.

Yamashita Tomohisa took a drag, the smoke swirling around his mouth and nose.

He closed his eyes slightly, as if immersed in this moment of tranquility.

A relaxed expression appeared on his face as he slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze at that moment, leaving only Yamashita Satoshi to enjoy this rare moment of tranquility.

"There's a safe half a meter under the third paving stone from the left in the courtyard of Liu's Pharmacy. Everything you need is there."

"Can you answer my question now?"

Yamashita Satoshi looked at Su Mingzhe, his hand holding the cigarette trembling uncontrollably. He was both expecting and terrified of the answer.

Su Mingzhe originally wanted to ask why he should keep his promise, but he still "kindly told Yamashita Satoshi.

"Changze Jinzhong".

Didn't you realize that you were exposed as soon as he left? Because you were no longer of any value to his career, he simply sold you off for a good price.

The Azalea Group is really expensive.

After saying that, Su Mingzhe ignored Yamashita Satoshi's roar and led the two away from the interrogation room.

Su Mingzhe was curious to see Yamashita Satoshi's expression. He was shouting and yelling in the interrogation room; he must be very happy, right?

Su Mingzhe was happy for him too.

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained top-secret information]

Xiao Zhenguang's wife, whose real name was Sakai Keiko and codename was Butterfly, possessed a radio and a codebook.

The codebook!

Although Su Mingzhe was excited, he could not take action against Xiao Zhenguang for the time being, so he had to suppress his joy.

"Dayou, go assemble the team. Shenbei, you take your men to the equipment room to collect their gear, including MP18 submachine guns and Type 97 grenades."

The leader of the cuckoo group has already confessed, and the other group members have completely lost their value.

It would be best to capture them alive, but if that's not possible, they can be eliminated directly. Su Mingzhe doesn't mind.

Before long, the more than 30 elite agents of the first group of the Action Section had assembled.

The other two deputy team leaders each led a team, while Su Mingzhe personally led a team.

He handed two of the portraits to the other two deputy team leaders.

"From now on, no one is allowed to leave the team for any reason. The person in the painting is the target of tonight's operation, dead or alive. The specific address is behind the painting."

We'll all move out at 8 PM sharp tonight. Let's try to minimize casualties. Good luck to everyone.

Su Mingzhe rolled up his sleeves, revealing a mechanical watch on his wrist.

"Check your watch, it's 2:38:12 PM now."

The other deputy team leaders and team leaders also rolled up their sleeves and set their watches to the same time as Su Mingzhe.

Led by the deputy team leader, all the agents went to the target location to lie in ambush.

"Luo Dayou, Shen Bei stay behind, the rest of you go and prepare."

After everyone else had gone far away, Su Mingzhe said:

“Dayou, go to the courtyard of Liu’s Pharmacy. There’s a safe half a meter under the third tile from the left in the second row. Dig it out and bring it to me.”

"Shen Bei, take one of your men to monitor Xiao Zhenguang and his wife. Remember not to make any rash moves, just keep an eye on them. If there are any unusual situations, call me from a public phone booth."

After saying this, Su Mingzhe wiped his Browning pistol and followed the others to the ambush site.

Time passed very slowly; the five short hours felt like an eternity.

The target returned home at 5 p.m. and has not come out since.

As the minute and second hands coincided at 12, Su Mingzhe waved his hand, and his agents surrounded the small house.

"on!"

Under the cover of night, several well-trained agents, like ghosts in the darkness, silently scaled the wall.

They crouched low, their steps as light as cats, and tiptoed slowly toward Chinatsu Kawashima's bedroom.

Every movement was made with extreme care, for fear of making the slightest sound.

But at this moment, an accident happened.

Somehow, one of the agents accidentally ran into a thin string that was holding a wind chime.

Suddenly, the clear sound of wind chimes rang out in the bedroom, sounding particularly abrupt in the quiet night.

Chinatsu Kawashima was already in a light sleep, and the sudden sound of the wind chimes instantly woke her up.

Without the slightest hesitation, she swiftly grabbed the pistol that had been hidden under her pillow.

Her cold gaze quickly swept out the window. By the dim moonlight, she saw figures moving outside the window. After a careful count, she realized there were at least four people!

There were four people in front of the house, and who knows how many more were behind it. This could not possibly be a thief!

She's been exposed!

Although she had no idea why she was exposed at this time, a strong sense of crisis made her react immediately.

She grabbed the pistol and, without hesitation, began firing at the figure outside the window.

Realizing their presence had been discovered, the agents immediately sought cover, thankfully without any casualties.

Chinatsu Kawashima's eyes revealed determination and resolve as she shouted:

Even if I die, you won't get a single piece of information out of me!

After saying that, she bit open her collar and swallowed the potassium cyanide inside.

Then, she squatted behind the wall and skillfully changed the magazine.

She knew in her heart that her life was already counting down, and in these final moments, she thought that taking as many enemies as possible with her would be a bonus.

Before she could react, two Type 97 grenades were thrown in through the window. The grenades traced a dangerous arc in the air, like a harbinger of impending death.

The grenade exploded with a loud bang in the room, and flames and smoke instantly filled the air.

Chinatsu Kawashima felt a tremendous impact hit her, and her body was violently thrown to the side.

Her mind was somewhat hazy. Shouldn't the Military Intelligence Investigation Department be capturing her alive to obtain intelligence? Why were they launching a direct assault before she had even put up much resistance?

That's not how the Special Higher Police teachers teach, is it?

But these thoughts were fleeting; Chinatsu Kawashima picked up the pistol from the ground, intending to continue resisting.

Suddenly, a strong feeling of nausea and dizziness filled her mind, and she unconsciously dropped the gun she had just picked up.

The effects of potassium cyanide have kicked in.

She started foaming at the mouth, her breathing became increasingly difficult, and her body felt heavier and heavier.

The world grew darker and darker, and Chinatsu Kawashima's consciousness was gradually swallowed by nothingness.