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

(season finale)

An hour later, when Su Mingzhe's helicopter landed on the tarmac of Songhu Airport.

The Japanese soldiers, still in shock, didn't notice his return.

Only a few junior officers came over to complete the formalities, and then, as Su Mingzhe requested, sent a car to take him to the chess club.

Su Mingzhe knew that the Japanese would soon find out about his return.

Until the specific circumstances are clear, he needs to keep his whereabouts hidden.

After getting off the bus, he didn't even go inside the chess club; he hailed a rickshaw and left.

After changing rickshaws twice and confirming that no one was following him, he entered a phone booth and called Zhou Zheng.

Upon hearing Su Mingzhe's voice, Zhou Zheng dropped his pen on the ground with a "clatter".

He suddenly stood up from the chair, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

"Director...Director..."

"See you at the usual place in half an hour."

……

Upon meeting, Zhou Zheng's first words were, "The Amaterasu?"

Su Mingzhe did not answer, but simply nodded slightly.

Then he said, "I came back after I finished my business." Su Mingzhe's tone was very calm.

boom--

Another explosion resounded in Zhou Zheng's mind.

"They've all gone down to feed the turtles," Su Mingzhe added.

Zhou Zheng was completely speechless.

He stared blankly at Su Mingzhe, feeling as if he were listening to a myth.

With his own strength, he outmaneuvered the entire Japanese navy at Shanghai, sending a massive 10,000-ton warship, along with thousands of Japanese soldiers, to the bottom of the sea.

What a masterpiece!

What a courage!

"Chief...you..." His voice trembled with excitement.

"I came to see you today to find out the reactions from all sides after the Amaterasu incident, so that I can make my next move." Su Mingzhe didn't give him much time for sentimentality and went straight to the point.

"Chief, we already know about the sinking of Amaterasu... More importantly, the Tokyo Special Higher Police have sent a telegram and are issuing a warrant for your arrest. You must leave immediately."

"Issu me?"

"That's right. The Special Higher Police's intelligence agents who infiltrated the Amaterasu sent the news of your departure to headquarters. Headquarters has just issued an arrest warrant and is preparing to set up surveillance."

Su Mingzhe knew that the Special Higher Police were omnipresent, but he never expected that there were Special Higher Police agents on the Amaterasu. The Japanese knew about it as soon as he left.

It seems I really have no place to stand in Shanghai!

I should go where I want to go!

"After I leave, I'll leave this place in your care." Su Mingzhe looked at him with an unprecedented seriousness in his eyes. "This road is not easy. I know you've suffered a lot of injustices and carried a lot of infamy."

"But please believe me. History will remember your achievements."

“I…” Zhou Zheng’s eyes reddened.

He had been waiting for these words for far too long.

Now, he has received the most direct and solemn affirmation.

"Chief, please rest assured!" He choked up and nodded heavily. "As long as I, Zhou Zheng, have a breath left, I will definitely live up to your expectations!"

"Okay." Su Mingzhe patted him on the shoulder.

After saying that, Su Mingzhe didn't linger and turned to walk towards the door.

"Chief!" Zhou Zheng called out again from behind him, and Su Mingzhe paused.

But he didn't look back.

He simply waved his hand lightly, then opened the door and went out.

That night.

Night fell over the Wusongkou Wharf.

An inconspicuous cargo ship quietly sailed away from the port.

On the deck, an ordinary-looking young man was facing the sea breeze, gazing into the distance.

That night, the Huangpu River surged with furious waves.

This is the roar of countless Chinese soldiers, a testament to their contempt for the fascist invaders.

Victory ultimately belongs to China.

......

A month later.

Yandi, at the foot of Pagoda Mountain.

The morning sun shines on this yellow land, gilding the simple cave dwellings with a warm golden hue.

Su Mingzhe, dressed in a faded Eighth Route Army uniform, was sitting on a small stool in front of the cave dwelling, holding a slightly curled copy of "On Protracted War," which he was reading with great interest.

Over the past month, he has embarked on a long journey from sea to land, and from south to north.

He had witnessed firsthand the struggles and suffering of his compatriots in the occupied territories under the iron heel of the Japanese invaders.

I have also witnessed the corruption and incompetence of the bureaucrats in the Kuomintang-controlled areas.

Furthermore, I have witnessed the faint yet ever-burning flame of revolution on this barren yellow land.

Here, there are no dazzling lights and no decadent pleasures.

All that existed were simple cave dwellings, coarse meals, and faces weathered by time, yet radiating sincere and simple smiles.

Here, from leaders to soldiers, from cadres to ordinary people, everyone wears the same clothes and eats the same food.

They are not distinguished by high or low status, but only by their different roles.

In their eyes, there is no personal self-interest, only a shared expectation for the future of the country and the nation.

This atmosphere of unity between officers and soldiers, and of the military and civilians as one family, was something Su Mingzhe had never seen before, and something he had always longed for.

Here, he finally found his true home.

He vaguely heard three shouts, which gave him a jolt.

Long live the people!

Long live the people!

Long live the people!

(End of book)