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

The escort went smoothly. The soldiers in charge of the escort all looked serious, their eyes scanning the surroundings warily, their weapons gripped tightly in their hands.

Kenichi Nakamura, who was being escorted, was safely taken into the interrogation room under the close guard of the soldiers.

As soon as he was strapped to the interrogation chair, the cold, hard touch made Kenichi Nakamura frown slightly, but he quickly regained his composure and began to speak:

"I want to see your highest commander."

His voice was deep yet carried an undeniable arrogance, as if he were still flaunting his former high and mighty status.

As soon as Kenichi Nakamura finished speaking, Xu Zhi suddenly stepped forward, his eyes full of disdain, and slapped him across the face.

"Damn it, does he think he's some kind of high-ranking, worthless section chief from the Special Higher Police?"

Xu Zhi cursed angrily, his voice echoing in the interrogation room.

"Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? You think you're worthy of coming to our station manager?"

The slap was extremely powerful, causing Kenichi Nakamura's head to tilt to one side, leaving a bright red handprint on his face.

Presumably influenced by Su Mingzhe, Xu Zhi didn't waste any words when he saw the Japanese spy and immediately struck him, the slap being particularly natural.

This slap not only struck Kenichi Nakamura's face, but also stripped him of the last shred of his dignity and pride.

With that slap, he instantly transformed from an arrogant Special Higher Police Chief into a prisoner.

Just then, the station chief walked into the interrogation room, followed by Li Qi and Su Mingzhe.

As soon as he entered the interrogation room, his gaze was fixed on Kenichi Nakamura. The station chief's eyes lit up the moment he saw Kenichi Nakamura.

In his view, Kenichi Nakamura's work is a living medal of honor, another major milestone in his career.

The station chief then waved his hand, and everyone in the interrogation room, except for Li Qi and Su Mingzhe, left in an orderly fashion.

"I heard you want to see me?"

The stationmaster raised an eyebrow and said to Kenichi Nakamura.

His tone was slightly sarcastic; he hadn't been far away and had naturally heard Nakamura Kenichi's arrogant request.

"who are you?"

Kenichi Nakamura asked, trying to regain some of the initiative, although his voice no longer had the confidence it once had.

It was rare for the stationmaster to be in such a good mood today. He cleared his throat, straightened his collar, and said with a confident air:

"Let me introduce myself. I am Song Shuhan, the colonel and station chief of the Chang'an Station of the Military Intelligence Investigation Department. I am qualified to be your chief of the Special Higher Police Section, am I?"

Seeing that the person in question had arrived, Kenichi Nakamura slightly raised his chin and began to speak to himself:

"My name is Kenichi Nakamura. I am the head of the Special Higher Police Section in Chang'an, with the rank of colonel. I want to do things for you in exchange for my freedom and your protection."

His voice was deep, yet it sent a jolt through everyone present.

Upon hearing this, Su Mingzhe and the others exchanged bewildered glances.

They never expected that the head of the Special Higher Police would say such a thing.

It's one thing for low-level henchmen like Watanabe Kazuya to surrender, but that was only after he had been subjected to severe torture.

But this guy in front of me, the head of the Special Higher Police, couldn't even withstand the torture before he broke down?

It seems their so-called loyalty to the Emperor is no different from farting.

A deep suspicion flashed in their eyes as their gazes swept over Kenichi Nakamura as if they were real.

Kenichi Nakamura ignored the suspicious looks from the group; their reactions were exactly what he had expected.

He continued, speaking slowly and deliberately:

"To show my sincerity, I can tell you about the intelligence on the remaining intelligence group in Chang'an. You should know its value."

After a pause, Kenichi Nakamura frowned slightly, as if recalling something, and then said:

"The Special Higher Police have a total of four intelligence groups in Chang'an. Among them, the Nightingale Group is led by Yamashita Tomohisa, who uses the alias Wang Zuyin and is the editor-in-chief of the Chang'an newspaper."

He used his position at the newspaper to collect and transmit intelligence, while also gathering public opinion to incite internal conflicts within your organization.

There's also the Osmanthus Group, led by Matsumoto Jun'ichirō, who uses the alias Shen Jiufeng and works as a doctor at Ping An Hospital.

After saying this, his eyes suddenly turned sinister. He glanced at Su Mingzhe, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his lips:

"You're really lucky. Last time you were shot and sent to Ping An Hospital, we had planned to take care of you there."

But who knew, the hospital ran out of anesthesia that day. You were conscious the whole time, and the surgery was very short. It was truly a case of bad luck. To prevent exposure, we ultimately didn't proceed.

Upon hearing this, Su Mingzhe felt a chill of fear; all sectors of Chang'an had been infiltrated by Japanese spies.

I can only say that I'm very lucky to have survived.

"The other two intelligence teams are responsible for turning your key officials against their superiors, but I don't know their specific identities."

Moreover, every time the head of the intelligence team came to see me, it was through a screen, so I didn't actually know what the four of them looked like.

The only useful clue I know about these two intelligence groups is that the two group leaders are a man and a woman.

Judging from the voices, the man was probably middle-aged, while the woman was very young with a clear and melodious voice. Every time she came to see me, she wore a cheongsam, and I remember clearly the rustling sound of the cheongsam as she moved.

I've shown my sincerity; now it's your turn to show yours.

Kenichi Nakamura raised an eyebrow, his eyes gleaming with confidence. He was naturally confident that these people wouldn't do anything to him.

After all, the propaganda value of a Special Higher Police chief's treason far outweighs the value of executing him, and he believed these people wouldn't easily give up this opportunity.

Su Mingzhe listened quietly to Nakamura Kenichi's story, his brows furrowing slightly, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

In his heart, he already believed it to a great extent.

If Kenichi Nakamura's only intention was to have the Military Intelligence Investigation Department mistakenly arrest people who were actually Japanese spies to pass on dangerous information, then there was absolutely no need for him to do so.

Firstly, all Japanese spies have been ordered to remain silent.

Secondly, as the head of the Special Higher Police, his death would be the best protection for all intelligence teams. He could have committed suicide before being arrested, but he did not.

For days, Su Mingzhe had been battling wits and courage with these Japanese spies, walking a tightrope between life and death. Even with such hardship, he had only managed to dismantle two intelligence groups.

Now, Kenichi Nakamura is offering to give away information about two intelligence teams for free, which is undoubtedly a huge contribution to them.

The stationmaster, who had been sitting there deep in thought with a serious expression, was also unsettled after hearing the news.

He suddenly stood up and called Su Mingzhe and Li Qi out.

The stationmaster hurried toward the telecommunications department, as he needed to send a telegram immediately to request instructions from Boss Dai.