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

After receiving Zhou Zheng's call, Su Mingzhe learned that Yan Shihuangda had been dealt with, and a weight was lifted from his heart.

Now, he has one last, and most important, thing to deal with.

Xu Feng.

He had to get that silly boy out of his life.

Chess club, secret room.

The dim light cast long shadows of the two people.

The air seemed to freeze.

Su Mingzhe sat quietly on the edge of the bed, looking at Xu Feng, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

He was about to embark on a dead end with no way back.

He couldn't, and didn't want to, take this foolish boy with him to his death.

"Director..."

He pulled over a chair, gesturing for Xu Feng to sit down.

"sit down."

Xu Feng hesitated for a moment, but still sat down as instructed, though his body was tense.

Su Mingzhe also sat down, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, and handed one to Xu Feng.

Xu Feng did not answer.

Su Mingzhe lit one himself, took a deep drag, and the smoke blurred the expression on his face.

"Xu Feng, I am going there to... die."

In the end, he chose to be honest.

Because he knew that any deception or concealment was an insult to Xu Feng.

Xu Feng's body jolted violently.

Although he had already vaguely guessed this outcome, when he heard Su Mingzhe say it with his own ears, his heart still felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

"Why?" His voice was terribly hoarse.

"Because of my body." Su Mingzhe pointed to his stomach, a bitter smile on his face. "There's something bad growing here. The doctor said I don't have much time left."

[Host's remaining lifespan: 22 days, 18 hours, 31 minutes, and 25 seconds...]

In my mind, that string of cold numbers was still relentlessly pulsating.

"Rather than lying in a hospital bed like a useless person, I would rather use my last bit of time to do something meaningful."

"The 'Amaterasu,' that so-called miracle, its hull was pieced together from the thinnest steel plates. I tampered with its main gun. Its ammunition magazine was filled with thermobaric bombs that I had Yamagami specially rush to make."

"I want to take this ship to Yokosuka Port. Then, under the watchful eyes of all the high-ranking Japanese officials, I will turn it, along with myself, into a dazzling firework."

"I want to use this explosion to tell those Japanese devils who are still dreaming of the 'Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere' that their end has come."

Su Mingzhe's voice was very calm.

But every word carries a resolute determination to destroy everything.

Xu Feng listened blankly, completely dumbfounded.

He finally understood why the director insisted on getting rid of him.

“So, Xu Feng,” Su Mingzhe looked at him, his eyes filled with unprecedented tenderness and pleading, “you must leave.”

"I can't take you with me to die."

"I hope you can live. Live well for me, for Uncle Wang, and for all the brothers who sacrificed their lives."

“Go to the Red Zone, where our comrades are, where our hope lies. There, you can start a new life.”

"I'm begging you... please."

Xu Feng looked at Su Mingzhe and smiled.

"Chief, you're right, but have you considered that you definitely can't handle bombing such a big ship by yourself?"

"You need a helper, someone you can completely trust with your back, someone you don't have to worry about any accidents."

"There is no one else but me."

He walked up to Su Mingzhe, straightened his chest, and his bloodshot eyes shone with an unprecedented determination.

"Senior, please don't send me away."

"On the road to the underworld, I will accompany you."

"You are the living Yama, who decides life and death."

"Then I, Xu Feng, will be your henchman, the Soul Reaper!"

Su Mingzhe looked at him, opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, it only turned into a long sigh.

He reached out and patted Xu Feng's shoulder heavily.

"it is good."

A single word, yet it carries the weight of a thousand pounds.

"We, together."