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

The crowd gradually dispersed, like the tide receding, leaving only an empty execution ground.

The bodies of those dozen or so Japanese spies were hung on the city wall, where they would forever endure the wind, sun, and rain, becoming a pillar of shame for their crimes, a warning to everyone who saw them.

After doing all this, everyone returned to the station.

Upon returning to Chang'an Station, Su Mingzhe waved his hand coldly, and several of his men immediately understood his meaning, dragging Yamashita Tomohisa and the half-dead female Japanese spy from their place of confinement into a car.

The female Japanese spy left a scarlet trail of blood on the ground. Her hair was disheveled and scattered across her face. Her eyes were half-open and half-closed, and she occasionally let out a weak moan.

When Yamashita Tomohisa saw his beloved woman in this state, he felt as if his heart was being twisted by a sharp knife.

His eyes were filled with rage, and his body struggled violently, like a maddened beast trying to break free of its restraints to protect his lover.

A low growl escaped his throat as he thrashed his feet against the ground, the ropes digging into his flesh and drawing blood.

Upon seeing this, one of the team members frowned and walked over with an impatient look on his face.

Without saying a word, he raised the butt of his gun and slammed it down hard on Yamashita Tomohisa's back.

With a loud thud, Yamashita Tomohisa cried out in pain, his body jerking forward and nearly falling to the ground.

The heavy blow momentarily blurred his consciousness, and his struggling movements gradually slowed down, causing him to become more docile.

The car started and bumped along the rough road.

After driving for about ten minutes, we arrived at a deserted wasteland.

The surrounding area was deathly silent, with only withered yellow weeds trembling in the wind.

Su Mingzhe stopped the car, and then Shen Bei, Luo Dayou, and several other team members took out shovels from the car and started digging hard in the ground.

The soil here is relatively loose, and each time the shovel is inserted into the soil, a large chunk can be easily dug up.

Soil was continuously thrown out of the pit, and in just over 20 minutes, the group had dug a large pit a meter deep in the ground.

After everyone had climbed out of the pit, Su Mingzhe walked expressionlessly to the two Japanese spies.

He raised his foot and kicked the two Japanese spies down into the pit, one after the other. The two spies rolled to the bottom of the pit like broken sacks, raising a cloud of dust.

"Fill it with soil!"

Su Mingzhe said coldly.

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately picked up shovels and covered the loose soil that they had just shoveled out back up, shovel by shovel.

Tomohisa Yamashita and the female Japanese spy felt death approaching and writhed wildly.

Their eyes were filled with fear and despair, and because their mouths were gagged with rags, they could only utter indistinct whimpers.

However, they were still unable to break free of the ropes and could only watch helplessly as the soil gradually engulfed them.

After the two were completely buried, there was no more sound from the pit after a while, except for the occasional sound of loose soil.

To prevent the two from rising from the dead, Su Mingzhe had Luo Dayou and the others jump vigorously in the pit to compact the soil.

After doing all this, everyone dusted themselves off, got on the train, and returned to Chang'an Station.

Xu Feng was organizing the photos he had just taken at noon in the darkroom.

Just then, he caught a glimpse of Su Mingzhe walking in out of the corner of his eye. He immediately stopped what he was doing, stood up straight, and gave a crisp salute with a "snap."

Upon seeing this, Su Mingzhe's lips curled up slightly, revealing a gentle smile.

He raised his hand, gently pressed down, and said in a kind tone:

"Just keep working, there's no need to be bound by these formalities."

Xu Feng nodded, sat back down in his seat, and continued organizing the photos.

As he tidied up, he reported to Su Mingzhe:

"Section Chief, we took more than 100 photos at noon, and there are three people among them who are the most valuable."

Two people were wearing cheongsams, while the other was wearing a Western-style dress.

The fact that the Japanese spy only wore cheongsams does not necessarily mean that she would wear them all the time.

Therefore, all young women wearing expensive clothes were placed on the list of prime suspects.

However, people who wear cheongsams are more likely to have problems.

"Xu Feng, this mission is of utmost importance. You have three days to find out all the information about these more than one hundred people."

As for these three key targets, I need to see their detailed information by tomorrow morning; there must be no errors.

Su Mingzhe's expression was serious, and although his tone was calm, his words carried an undeniable authority.

In the battlefield of espionage, time is life, and speed is of the essence. The success or failure of each operation may be determined in just a few minutes.

Any delay could lead to irreversible consequences, so every instruction must be executed as quickly as possible.

"Yes, I promise to complete the mission."

Xu Feng's movements as he sorted through the photos and documents became even faster.

Su Mingzhe glanced at him, nodded slightly, then turned and left, returning to his office.

After Su Mingzhe entered the office, he felt a wave of fatigue wash over him.

He walked to his desk, propped his head up with his hand, leaned against the desk, slowly closed his eyes, and rested for a while.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the hands of the wall clock pointed to a little past five.

Su Mingzhe's stomach rumbled, and he realized he was a little hungry. He got up to get something to eat so he would have the energy to continue his work.

"Knock knock knock..."

A knock came at the door.

"Enter."

Su Mingzhe responded.

Hearing Su Mingzhe's voice, Xu Feng pushed open the door and walked in.

He was clutching a file folder tightly to his chest.

Xu Feng respectfully walked up to Su Mingzhe, handed him the file folder, and said:

"Section Chief, the detailed information about the target has been obtained and is in this file folder. Please take a look."

Xu Feng's work efficiency was quite high, and Su Mingzhe was quite satisfied with him.

He opened the file bag, picked up the three people's information, and glanced at it briefly.

Ouyang Wan, age 16, is the biological granddaughter of General Ouyang.

This couldn't be more perfect.

Su Mingzhe immediately picked up the next document.

Mo Jiajia, age 21, is the top courtesan at Yichun Courtyard. She was raised by the madam of Yichun Courtyard since childhood.

The man beside her was the son of a wealthy businessman who specialized in the fabric business.

Su Mingzhe shook his head after reading it; it didn't seem like it either.

Being taken in by a brothel owner from a young age meant she had almost no time to learn intelligence, so how could she possibly become the leader of an intelligence team?

Even if we take a step back and assume she really is a Japanese spy, what's the point of going to such lengths to turn a wealthy businessman's son against her?

It wasn't until Su Mingzhe picked up Liu Jingjing's file and began to look at it carefully that things started to change.

"Xu Feng, have your men keep a close eye on her. If anything seems amiss, arrest her immediately."