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

As time ticked by, more and more people gathered around the execution ground.

The once empty space was gradually filled with people, and the noise of the crowd was deafening.

To maintain order, hundreds of police officers moved through the crowd, constantly shouting and waving their batons to signal people not to push.

Dozens of team members also worked together to set up a cordon, keeping the onlookers at least 50 meters away.

However, even so, it was difficult to dampen the public's enthusiasm for gossip.

They craned their necks, their eyes fixed on the execution ground. Some even stood on tiptoe, trying to see more clearly than the people in front of them, while constantly speculating with those around them about what was about to happen.

Su Mingzhe, dressed in a crisp military uniform, sat below the stage with a group of officers to watch the execution.

Since Li Qi went to Jinling to carry out a mission, today's execution will be overseen by Deputy Station Chief Wang Shiji.

With half an hour to go until noon, Deputy Station Chief Wang gave a signal, and immediately a group of action team members appeared behind him, escorting the prisoner slowly forward.

Due to Su Mingzhe's special instructions, apart from Yamashita Tomohisa and his lover, the dozen or so Japanese spies at Chang'an Station who were still alive were all taken to the execution ground.

After all, the kind-hearted Su Mingzhe had promised to let the two of them be together forever, through thick and thin.

These Japanese spies, once arrogant and domineering, are now all in a sorry state.

Especially that Japanese spy who had been castrated, was soaking in a latrine, and was barely clinging to life.

He was dragged up by two operatives like a dead pig. He reeked of a nauseating stench, like garbage that had been rotting for hundreds of years.

The Japanese spy's body was covered with maggots, which wriggled among his flesh.

Half of his flesh had been gnawed away, revealing his white bones, and pus and blood were still flowing from his wounds.

The Japanese spy's eyes were vacant, filled with endless emptiness, as if his soul had long since been ripped from his broken body.

Next comes a series of procedural procedures, such as verifying identity.

Although the identities of these Japanese spies had already been confirmed at Chang'an Station, the process still had to be completed because so many eyes were watching.

These dozen or so Japanese spies showed no fear whatsoever; their eyes revealed only relief.

Especially the Japanese spy soaking in the latrine, his lips trembled slightly, he had truly experienced what it meant to be worse than dead.

The executioners nearby also tried to keep their distance from him, as the foul smell and disgusting appearance made them physically uncomfortable.

As time ticked by, Wang Shiji coldly pulled out a pocket watch from his pocket.

He stared intently at the movement of the pocket watch's hands, and heard the ticking sound of the watch, which marked the beginning of the death countdown for these dozen or so Japanese spies.

The instant the hour, minute, and second hands perfectly aligned at the 12 o'clock position, Deputy Station Chief Wang's eyes sharpened. He quickly closed his pocket watch, then abruptly looked up and shouted:

"Execution!"

A dozen or so team members wearing black masks and sunglasses stood in a row.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized; with a "whoosh," they pulled back the bolts, and the dark muzzles of their guns were pointed at the Japanese spy's head.

"put!"

With this command, a loud "bang" was heard.

The guns of more than a dozen operatives simultaneously spat fire, blowing the heads of the Japanese spies in front of them apart. Blood and brain matter splattered out, and the dozen or so Japanese spies all fell to the ground, completing their 24-hour deep sleep.

However, this was not the end. The team members quickly reloaded and once again aimed their guns at the Japanese spy's heart.

Another burst of gunfire rang out, this time to ensure the complete annihilation of these Japanese spies.

The stationmaster slowly rose from his seat, his face full of smiles, and clapped his hands vigorously.

There were tears glistening in the stationmaster's eyes, a mixture of relief, pride, and感慨 about the hardships of the past.

"Mingzhe!"

The stationmaster's voice trembled slightly.

"I've never seen this scene before, even though Chang'an Station has been built for so long. To be honest, it's quite exciting."

Seeing this, Su Mingzhe also stood up from his seat and clapped along with the stationmaster.

"It's all thanks to the stationmaster's cultivation; how could Mingzhe dare to take credit?"

The officers behind them had been watching the two big shots' actions closely. When they saw that the station chief and Su Mingzhe had stood up and applauded, they did not dare to be negligent and followed suit.

Thunderous applause erupted, a spectacular and enthusiastic scene as everyone celebrated this great victory.

The crowd erupted into a frenzy, like a powder keg that had been ignited.

They waved their arms, shouting "Good!" "Well done!" "That was great!" and clapping their hands in approval.

When Liu Jingjing heard the gunshot, her heart felt as if it had been squeezed hard by an invisible hand.

The sound of those shots seemed to hit her directly.

"what happened?"

Lu Youwei, standing beside him, asked with a concerned expression.

"It's nothing, it's just that it's the first time I've heard gunfire, and I'm a little scared."

Liu Jingjing quickly adjusted her expression and once again revealed her shy, demure, girlish demeanor.

She lowered her head slightly, a shy smile playing on her lips, her eyes sparkling as if she were truly just a frail woman frightened by the sound of gunfire.

Seeing Liu Jingjing like this, Lu Youwei felt a ticklish sensation in his heart, as if he had been scratched by a cat's claws.

A lewd smile crept across his lips, and his eyes revealed undisguised desire.

He reached out and wrapped his arms around Liu Jingjing's slender waist, which was as supple as a water snake, and whispered in her ear:

"I'll personally fire a few shots tonight to show you."

His voice carried a hint of ambiguity, and his hot breath brushed against Liu Jingjing's ear.

Liu Jingjing frowned slightly, glared at him, and gently pressed her finger on his forehead, scolding him playfully:

"Look at your lecherous face."

Although her tone contained reproach, it also carried a unique charm.

However, their flirtatious banter was clearly seen by the action team members hiding in a nearby building using binoculars.

Since the other party is a female Japanese spy from a defection team, the enemy will definitely target high-value targets.

Therefore, women dressed in fine clothes who are accompanied by Kuomintang officials in key positions will be prime suspects.

The young woman in front of them, dressed in an expensive cheongsam, had clearly fallen into their prime suspicion.

The team members quickly took out their cameras, adjusted the focus, and clearly photographed Liu Jingjing and Lu Youwei's faces.

Next, they took photos of all the suspicious people at the scene.

I prepared a large quantity of film this time, which is more than enough.