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

"Xu Zhi, this operation is entrusted to you."

You take the brothers from the first group and bring these guys back to me. Remember, dead or alive, it doesn't matter.

The key is to thoroughly search the house to see if you can find the radios used by the Japanese spies, especially the new codebooks.

Be careful during the search; they often use booby traps and similar tactics.

After speaking, Su Mingzhe handed the interrogation record book to Xu Zhi.

The notebook clearly records the detailed information of the three Japanese spies, including their identities, names, and specific addresses.

Xu Zhi took the notebook and nodded solemnly.

"Yes! Promise to complete the mission!"

Xu Zhijing saluted, then turned around and gathered the brothers in the first group to carry out the arrest operation.

Codebooks are like keys for intelligence work, while telegrams are like different types of locks.

The more types of codebooks there are, the more likely it is to clearly discern the patterns and habits of Japanese spies in compiling codebooks.

With this knowledge, telecommunications experts could significantly increase their chances of cracking Japanese military telegrams.

Xu Zhi had just left when a commotion of footsteps came from outside.

Hu Lushan returned with the brothers from the second group.

Their eyes gleamed with the excitement of completing their mission. In the middle of them was a Japanese spy, bound hand and foot like a rice dumpling.

"Ha, what a perfect timing."

Su Mingzhe said calmly, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.

"Take him to the interrogation room."

Meanwhile, in a separate cell on the other side, Yamashita Tomohisa had already been brought in by guards.

His face was full of anger and resentment, his eyes were wide like copper bells, and he kept cursing Su Mingzhe in Japanese, the sound echoing in the cell.

He shouted for a long time until his voice became hoarse and harsh, but he still showed no sign of stopping.

The guards were annoyed by his noise. One of them frowned, picked up a piece of latrine rag that smelled pungent, and shoved it into Yamashita Tomohisa's mouth.

Tomohisa Yamashita's eyes widened in shock. The stench nearly made him faint, and he struggled even more violently, but it was all in vain.

......

The interrogation room was a mess, with traces left from the last interrogation still unresolved.

There were some dark red bloodstains on the ground, and a pool of liquid that smelled of urine.

The two smells mixed together and filled the air, creating a nauseating and pungent odor.

Matsumoto Junichiro, using the alias Shen Jiufeng, was tied to an interrogation chair, and then the extra restraints on his body were removed.

Matsumoto Jun'ichirō's forced composure began to contort, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his eyes were filled with fear and despair. He trembled as he cried out:

"I'll confess, I'll confess!"

Another patient with osteomalacia.

Junichiro Matsumoto had been a part of Japan's intelligence community for many years, and he was very familiar with the interrogation methods of the Military Intelligence Investigation Bureau.

He knew perfectly well that with his physical condition and meager willpower, he simply couldn't possibly hold on.

Rather than suffering endless torment before revealing the truth, it's better to confess now and at least suffer less.

Su Mingzhe sat behind the interrogation table, his brows furrowing slightly, his eyebrows raised, and a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes.

He then waved his hand, signaling that Matsumoto Jun'ichirō could begin.

Jun'ichirō Matsumoto swallowed hard, a gurgling sound coming from his throat, and said in a trembling voice:

"I am the leader of the Osmanthus Group, my real name is Matsumoto Junichiro, and there are five people in our group."

He then proceeded to recount in detail the information about the other four people.

From their age and physical characteristics to their respective expertise in intelligence gathering, nothing was overlooked.

He can be described as a competent team leader.

Su Mingzhe thanked his entire family on behalf of his team members.

"I hadn't even had a chance to make contact with Kenichi Nakamura, the head of the Chang'an Special Higher Police Section, when I learned of the silence."

Therefore, our group does not yet have a new codebook, and we have not sent any messages yet.

Su Mingzhe listened quietly, his cold and stern face remaining completely calm.

After hearing these words, Su Mingzhe nodded slightly, a chilling smile playing on his lips. He then ordered, enunciating each word clearly:

"Castrate him."

The sound wasn't loud, but it exploded in Matsumoto Jun'ichirō's ears like a bolt from the blue.

Upon hearing this, Matsumoto Jun'ichirō's already pale face instantly turned completely bloodless. His eyes widened, he struggled frantically, and shouted hoarsely:

"You broke your promise. I've already confessed, so why are you still torturing me?"

His body trembled violently, and the shackles on his hands and feet rattled loudly.

Hearing this, Su Mingzhe was amused and let out a cold laugh.

"When did I say that I wouldn't have to torture you if you confessed?"

Furthermore, I work for MI6, and it's common knowledge that I'm untrustworthy.

"Torture him."

If it weren't for good luck that day, Su Mingzhe would very likely have died at his hands. How could he be spared just because he confessed?

Even if we take a step back and you confess, I won't have to torture you anymore, so wouldn't I have arrested you for nothing?

This time, Luo Dayou was in charge again.

He grinned maliciously as he approached Matsumoto Junichiro, who was firmly strapped to the interrogation chair.

Matsumoto Junichiro's eyes were filled with terror. He twisted his body desperately, but he couldn't move an inch.

Luo Dayou slowly walked up to Matsumoto Junichiro and took off his pants.

Matsumoto Jun'ichirō let out a desperate scream.

The noise was so loud that Luo Dayou frowned.

He turned and walked to the table, placing the knife on it.

When he saw Luo Dayou stop what he was doing, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, a hint of luck flashing in his eyes.

Physical castration is an unbearable disgrace for any male.

However, Luo Dayou only paused for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed the funnel next to him and roughly shoved it directly into Matsumoto Junichiro's mouth. The edge of the funnel cut the corner of Matsumoto Junichiro's mouth, and a trickle of blood slowly flowed out.

Then, Luo Dayou picked up a basin full of chili water and poured it into Matsumoto Junichiro's mouth.

"Cough cough..."

Matsumoto Junichiro coughed violently from the pepper spray, his face turned bright red, and tears and snot streamed down his face along with the pepper spray, making him look utterly disheveled.

However, this method is simple and efficient.

Junichiro Matsumoto stopped calling him that.

Luo Dayou remained expressionless, picked up the dagger on the table, and swiftly brought it down.

Jun'ichirō Matsumoto successfully broke the record for the last eunuch.