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

"Tianping-kun, come! Have a drink with me!" Hasegawa Naoki was in high spirits. He pulled Su Mingzhe into the captain's cabin.

Inside, there were fine whiskies, chilled champagne, fresh caviar... everything imaginable.

"To our 'Amaterasu'! To our impending victory! Cheers!" Naoki Hase raised his glass, beaming with pride.

"To Your Excellency! To the Empire! Cheers!" Su Mingzhe also raised his glass, a perfectly timed smile on his face.

The two clinked their glasses together, making a crisp sound.

Su Mingzhe downed the wine in his glass in one gulp.

The spicy liquid burned his stomach as it went down his throat.

But he no longer cared.

Looking at the fool in front of him, whose mind was clouded by power and desire, he had only one thought in his mind.

Enjoy yourself, Naoki Hase.

These are your last few days of glory, for the ship to hell has already set sail.

And you are a passenger on this ship.

The Amaterasu was sailing smoothly on the vast blue waves of the East China Sea.

This "giant ship," converted from a civilian roll-on/roll-off vessel, may have a shoddy interior, but its exterior construction is impeccable.

The massive ship cut through the white waves, drawing a graceful arc on the sea surface.

The towering bridge gleamed with a metallic sheen in the sunlight.

The menacing cannon at the bow of the ship inspires awe in everyone who sees it.

The naval officers and men on board were in high spirits.

Naoki Hase, on the other hand, was immersed in alcohol and flattery, living a life of debauchery.

He practically moved the entire naval officers' club to the ship.

Every day, he would host lavish banquets for his guests in his captain's cabin.

The ship's senior officers took turns toasting him, showering him with sycophantic praise.

"General Hase, you are truly the pillar of the Imperial Navy! Building the 'Amaterasu' in just one month—such an achievement is unprecedented and will likely remain so!"

"Yes! Once we return to Tokyo, the position of Vice Admiral will undoubtedly be yours! No, in my opinion, it won't be long before you become an Admiral!"

"We are truly honored to be able to follow Your Excellency, General!"

As Naoki Hase listened to these flattering remarks and drank the expensive champagne, he felt elated, as if he had already reached the pinnacle of life.

He had even begun to plan how to maneuver after being promoted to lieutenant general in order to secure a lucrative position as fleet commander.

Su Mingzhe, on the other hand, was like a most competent adjutant, staying by his side every day.

He drank with him, accompanied him to social events, and listened to his pointless flattery.

His face always wore that gentle and humble smile, leaving no room for criticism.

But his heart was ice-cold.

In the dead of night, he would come to the deck alone.

The sea breeze caressed his pale face.

He would light a cigarette and look at the lonely moon on the horizon and the deep, seemingly all-consuming starry sky.

In his mind, the faces of Uncle Wang, Old Han, and countless comrades who sacrificed themselves for this country would appear.

He would also think about his dwindling life.

[Host's remaining lifespan: 4 days, 07 hours, 16 minutes, and 49 seconds...]

Every time he sees this countdown, a sense of urgency wells up inside him.

But he wasn't afraid.

He simply felt that his time was running out. He had to make this fireworks display even more spectacular in the last moments of his life.

Xu Feng, like the most inconspicuous shadow, disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people on the ship.

He used his position as a "service soldier" to quickly become friends with the ship's logistics personnel.

Every day, he would wander through every corner of the ship's cabin under the pretext of "checking the lines" and "maintaining the equipment."

He had successfully placed the high-frequency acoustic oscillator in the storage room next to the ammunition depot and connected it to a power source.

He had already strictly followed the list given by Su Mingzhe to place those deadly shells.

Everything is proceeding according to plan and in an orderly manner.

The third day of sailing.

Su Mingzhe's life ends in 3 days, 00 hours, 16 minutes, and 49 seconds...

The Amaterasu has sailed into the depths of the East China Sea.

All around was an endless, azure ocean.

The weather was excessively sunny.

Naoki Hase threw another party in the captain's cabin.

Today's theme is to celebrate the successful completion of the halfway mark of the Amaterasu voyage.

"Come! Gentlemen! To our great 'Amaterasu', to our glorious future! Cheers!" Naoki Hase raised his glass, his face flushed, and delivered his toast.

"Cheers!" the officers responded in unison.

Su Mingzhe also raised his glass, a smile on his face.

However, at this moment.

"Report!" A communications soldier rushed in, holding a newly translated top-secret telegram.

"Baka! Can't you see we're celebrating?" a drunken officer shouted angrily.

"Get out!"

"Wait a minute." Naoki Hase waved his hand. Although he had drunk quite a bit, he wasn't completely confused.

He knew that something major must have happened to make the communications soldier so distraught and barge in.

"What is it?" he asked, taking the telegram and frowning.

The communications soldier didn't speak, but pointed to the telegram with trembling hands.

Naoki Hase looked down.

With just one glance, the smile on his face froze instantly.

That intoxication seemed to vanish instantly, as if doused with a bucket of ice water.

His face turned deathly pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The hand holding the telegram began to tremble violently.

"Sir, what's wrong?" Su Mingzhe asked, noticing the look on his face as if he had seen a ghost.

The surrounding officers also noticed something was wrong, and they all stopped making noise and turned their attention to Naoki Hase.

Naoki Hase did not answer.

He just stared blankly at the telegram, his lips trembling, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

After a long while, he suddenly slammed the telegram in his hand to the ground!

"Baka yarou—!!!"

A bloodcurdling roar erupted from his throat!

He swept all the bottles, glasses, and food off the table like a mad bull!

"Clang! Crash!"

Expensive utensils were shattered on the ground.

The entire captain's cabin was a mess.

The officers present were all terrified.

They had never seen General Hasegawa so angry.

"Your Excellency! What happened?" Su Mingzhe stepped forward and picked up the telegram from the ground.

The contents of the telegram also made his pupils shrink sharply.

The telegram, from Tokyo, was sent by Prince Yu.

The content, however, is absolutely bad news.

"We have received a confidential report from the military headquarters that someone has accused Naoki Hasegawa of serious corruption in the 'Giant Ship Project.' The military has established a special investigation team and will send a special plane to Shanghai to verify the relevant accounts. If no evidence is found, the position of lieutenant general is within reach. If…"

The rest of the sentence was left unsaid.

But the meaning is self-evident.