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

Thanks to Xu Zhi's meticulously planned and highly targeted search operation, results were quickly obtained.

Xu Zhi was keeping a close eye on the situation in the city from inside the temporary command post when a team member rushed over and reported an important message to him.

A resident reported that a plump woman had mysteriously entered a house that had been uninhabited for years in the west of the city and had never come out again.

This news quickly alerted Xu Zhi.

Firstly, this kind of house is very similar to a safe house, so it's worth searching for.

Secondly, in this era, not having enough to eat was the norm. While it's not to say that everyone had enough to eat, the word "plump" was clearly somewhat out of place.

Adhering to the principle of "better to arrest the wrong person than let one go," Xu Zhi made a decisive decision and immediately arranged for his team to carry out the arrest operation.

The team members quickly assembled and approached the target house. Everyone looked serious, gripped their weapons tightly, and were ready to make the arrest at any moment.

Meanwhile, the woman inside the room, who was under immense tension, had clearly heard the subtle noises coming from outside.

She was taken aback at first, then the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a bitter and self-deprecating sneer.

That laughter seemed to contain endless mockery of his own tragic life.

Throughout her life, she was like a puppet tightly bound by the ropes of fate, never experiencing true freedom.

From birth, he was treated as a pawn, joined the Special Higher Police and subjected to rigorous spy training, and never lived a day for himself.

Perhaps, only now, in this moment as she bites open her collar and swallows the potassium cyanide, in these few short minutes while waiting for the poison to take effect, does she truly belong to herself.

Not long after, the action team rushed into the house.

However, the Japanese spy had already collapsed to the ground, and her skin began to turn an eerie cherry red.

Her body convulsed violently and uncontrollably, and the filth from her incontinence filled the entire room with a nauseating, fishy odor.

All of these are clearly typical symptoms after taking potassium cyanide.

Xu Zhi frowned slightly, but simply waved his hand gently.

Upon receiving the order, the operatives immediately sprang into action. They skillfully used tools to lift the Japanese spy's limp body and quickly dragged her out of the house and stuffed her into a sack.

Fortunately, this woman was not the main target of this operation. In terms of intelligence value, she knew limited information, even less than the Shadow we captured earlier.

Her value lies solely in assisting the shadows to remain hidden, nothing more.

Section Chief Su had previously stated clearly that his only requirement for this person was to find her, regardless of whether she was alive or dead.

Now that part of the task is complete, there is only one goal left.

This was also the last big catch.

On the other side, Kenichi Nakamura had just returned to the safe house in a panic, looking like a lost dog or a fish that had escaped a net.

Like a frightened mouse, he fled into the cellar in a panic.

The cellar was dark and damp, filled with a pungent musty smell, but Kenichi Nakamura couldn't care less about that at the moment.

His hands trembled as he opened the cabinet in the cellar and took out a pistol.

He cocked the pistol with trembling hands, then placed it beside him.

At the same time, he held the collar containing potassium cyanide high so that he could quickly face death if danger struck.

However, when he truly faced the possibility of death, Kenichi Nakamura deeply felt the bone-deep fear of death.

He was the one who shouted the slogan "I will die for the Emperor" when he was running away, but in the end, he was the one who was most afraid of dying.

It's ironic, but there are actually quite a few people like that.

Unlike the female Japanese spy who calmly took poison, he was a prominent figure in the Special Higher Police.

He was once high above others, wielding power, and could decide the life and death of many people with a single order.

He had tasted the sweetness of power; it was an intoxicating kind of sweetness.

He had experienced the good things in life; lavish banquets, exquisite cuisine, and the flattery of others were all part of his daily routine.

Therefore, he did not want to die. He was attached to this prosperous world and dared not die. Death was like an endless dark abyss to him, making his soul tremble.

The intense fear caused his body to tremble uncontrollably.

When a person is under extreme tension and fear, their body will involuntarily feel cold. Coupled with the dark and damp environment of the cellar, the chill seeped into his bones, and he involuntarily shivered, his teeth chattering slightly.

In this dimly lit cellar, there were some basic drinking water and quick meals to sustain life.

Kenichi Nakamura was starving, and the sound of his stomach rumbling was particularly clear in the quiet environment.

However, he just stared blankly at these things, without any appetite.

Terrifying scenes kept flashing through Nakamura Kenichi's mind. He dared not make any loud noises, not even the sound of eating, for fear that such a slight sound would attract the attention of the Military Intelligence Investigation Department.

Not only that, he dared not go to sleep.

Whenever his tired eyelids were about to close, he would wake up as if electrocuted.

Kenichi Nakamura's mind kept flashing back to the image of himself bound hand and foot in the interrogation room, the glaring lights, and the various cruel instruments of torture. These imagined scenes haunted him like a nightmare.

In this endless fear, Kenichi Nakamura even had a crazy idea—to defect to China, as he felt that this might be his only chance to save his life.

However, as soon as this idea appeared, it was suppressed by his inner turmoil and fear of the unknown.

And so, every minute and every second seemed to be stretched out infinitely, and three whole days passed.

For the past three days, Kenichi Nakamura has been tormented by fear in this dark and damp cellar.

The surrounding darkness relentlessly eroded his sanity. The air was thick with the stench of decay, the very essence of despair.

Finally, the cellar was suddenly opened by the team members, and a dazzling light enveloped the dark cellar.

The light was so intense that it caused him to lose his sight temporarily.

However, his body's instincts still made him subconsciously reach for the pistol on the ground.

"boom!"

A gunshot rang out in the cellar, and a blinding spray of blood instantly appeared on Kenichi Nakamura's right shoulder.

The intense pain made him suddenly release his grip on the gun, which clattered to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, several well-trained team members jumped down into the cellar.

Without the slightest hesitation, they rushed forward and roughly ripped off Nakamura Kenichi's collar.

Then, they swiftly and decisively tied Nakamura Kenichi's hands behind his back.

In fact, during that long moment, he had countless opportunities to commit suicide by swallowing potassium cyanide and end it all, but he was ultimately cowardly.

His attachment to life and fear of death caused him to lose the courage to end his own life at the last moment.