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

Su Mingzhe pondered for a while, then said to the stationmaster:

"Stationmaster, you are well aware of the current situation; the smell of gunpowder for war is growing stronger."

I have an idea: I want to take all these Japanese spies to the execution ground and publicly execute them.

This will serve as a deterrent, preventing petty thieves from acting rashly again, and also giving a warning to those who are opportunistic.

He took a breath and continued:

"Secondly, this move can greatly boost the morale of our soldiers and civilians in their determination to resist the enemy and unite them in a common hatred of the enemy."

The third point, which I believe is the most crucial, is...

The crowd of onlookers was a mixed bag, and it was highly likely that there were Japanese spies from the subversion group among them.

We can focus on those wearing cheongsams in the crowd, since we previously learned that the leader of the defection team was a young woman wearing a cheongsam.

By combining this with our investigation of the fabric shop's purchase records, we might get unexpected results.

Perhaps we can follow the clues to find the defection team and, incidentally, uncover the mole lurking within our ranks.

Upon hearing Su Mingzhe's words, the stationmaster raised an eyebrow and fell into deep thought.

He was truly shocked by Su Mingzhe's bold move. This was no small matter; once implemented, it would inevitably attract attention and reactions from all sides.

However, after careful consideration, he had to admit that the advantages outweighed the disadvantages.

The crimes committed by those Japanese spies are too numerous to count, and their public execution is what the people want.

Moreover, if we can really use this opportunity to expose the defection team, that would be even better.

Therefore, he finally made up his mind to support Su Mingzhe's idea.

"I think the execution should be scheduled for three days from now."

The station manager continued:

"For these three days, I will make sure that all newspapers carry this news on their front page for three consecutive days."

We must also report in detail on the crimes committed by these Japanese spies, maximizing the impact of the entire operation and ensuring that everyone in the city and surrounding areas knows about our actions.

Even if the Japanese female spy from the defection team doesn't come, this move is still a sure win.

Hearing that the stationmaster was going to order all newspapers to publish the news, which suited Su Mingzhe perfectly, a hint of gratitude appeared in his eyes:

"Thank you, Station Chief."

The stationmaster smiled slightly, his eyes full of admiration for Su Mingzhe:

"Mingzhe, why are you still being so polite with me?"

We are all working for the cause of resisting Japanese aggression; as long as it benefits the country, we will do it without hesitation.

......

Miho Suzuki wore a well-tailored cheongsam, which looked like a beautiful work of art.

The delicate silk fabric gleams with a soft sheen, and every line is exquisitely detailed.

It shimmered under the sunlight, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, like countless tiny gems sparkling.

The luster followed the contours of the cheongsam, meandering from the neckline to the hem, perfectly highlighting her graceful figure.

She was affectionately linking her arm with that of a middle-aged man, and the two looked very close.

The man was dressed in a sharp suit and his shoes were shiny. The two of them strolled leisurely down the bustling street.

She was one of the leaders of the Japanese intelligence subversion team.

Now, under the alias Liu Jingjing, she is infiltrating the city to recruit key Kuomintang officials.

The man beside her was none other than Lu Youwei, the deputy director of the Chang'an City Police Bureau.

The two entered a high-end cosmetics shop, where the air was filled with the fragrance of various cosmetics.

The shelves were filled with colorful and exquisitely crafted rouge boxes.

The two of them wandered among the shelves, selecting rouge.

Lu Youwei's gaze would occasionally drift away from the rouge and land on Liu Jingjing's curvaceous body.

Suddenly, overcome by lust, he saw Liu Jingjing's round and perky buttocks and could no longer resist his desire, so he gave them a hard squeeze.

Liu Jingjing winced in pain, glared at him angrily, but a shy blush spread across her face as she said coquettishly:

"There are so many people outside, don't you know shame?"

Her voice had a special charm, as melodious as a nightingale's.

The two of them flirted and teased each other in the rouge shop, oblivious to everyone else around them. Their ambiguous behavior drew strange looks from the people around them.

"Breaking news! Breaking news! In three days, Japanese spies will be publicly executed at Chang'an Station! Breaking news! Breaking news!"

A newsboy dressed in tattered clothes appeared on the street, carrying a thick stack of newspapers.

The bombshell news that Japanese spies would be executed instantly caused a huge stir and attracted the attention of many people on the streets.

People who were busy with their own things stopped in their tracks, their eyes drawn to the newspaper in the newsboy's hand.

"One for me!"

A young man shouted eagerly, reaching out to hand money to the newsboy as he did so, his eyes sparkling with excitement and curiosity.

"Give me one too!"

Not to be outdone, a middle-aged man wearing glasses shouted loudly as he pushed his way through the crowd, trying to get closer to the newsboy.

Before long, the previously loose crowd quickly surrounded the newsboy like a tidal wave.

People pushed and shoved, jostling to buy the newspaper from his hands.

Upon hearing this news, Liu Jingjing, who was in the cosmetics shop, felt a sudden tightness in her chest.

She unconsciously tugged at the hem of her cheongsam, a flicker of panic in her eyes, but she quickly masked it.

Seeing Liu Jingjing looking somewhat dazed, Lu Youwei's eyes showed a hint of concern, and then he asked softly:

"Jingjing, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Upon hearing Lu Youwei's question, Liu Jingjing immediately understood, a captivating smile playing on her lips, and replied smoothly:

"It's all because of you. You were so rough last night, and now it still hurts."

As she spoke, she struck a charming and alluring pose, her eyes seemingly carrying a hint of seduction, which aroused Lu Youwei's pity. He quickly hugged Liu Jingjing even tighter.

However, Liu Jingjing's mind was no longer on flirting; she was in a state of utter confusion.

But now she wants to do something to stop it all, yet she is powerless to do so.

They could only watch helplessly as they were executed one by one.

This news appeared on the front page of the newspaper for three whole days.

The eye-catching headlines and detailed reports quickly spread throughout the city.

Whether in teahouses on the street, bustling markets, or quiet residential areas, people were discussing the upcoming public execution of the Japanese spies.

All the Japanese spies in the two defection groups received this message one after another.

After three agonizing days of waiting, the four of them arrived at the execution ground without prior arrangement.

Among the crowd, one figure stood out: Liu Jingjing, dressed in a floral cheongsam, with Lu Youwei beside her.

She blended into the crowd with an air of composure, but her slightly trembling fingers betrayed her inner turmoil.