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

Liu Jingjing was tied to an interrogation chair by two team members.

Su Mingzhe strode in, his gaze sweeping over Liu Jingjing.

She was a real beauty, with such a pitiful appearance that anyone else would have felt sorry for her.

What do your parents do? Where are they now?

Su Mingzhe asked coldly.

At this moment, feigning composure would be a death sentence, so Liu Jingjing burst into tears.

She answered, her voice trembling:

"Boss, I didn't do anything! Please let me out, boss..."

Her eyes were full of pleading.

"Are you deaf? I'm asking you a question."

Luo Dayou, who was standing to the side, suddenly shouted.

The sudden roar instantly silenced Liu Jingjing's crying.

Luo Dayou's face, full of fat, trembled, and he was about to lash out with his whip.

Just then, Su Mingzhe frowned slightly and made a stop gesture.

"Speak calmly, don't be afraid. Where are your parents? What do they do?"

This time, Su Mingzhe adopted a gentler tone and spoke softly.

Liu Jingjing then choked back tears as she answered:

"When I was little, they both died of malaria."

I was young then and didn't understand anything. I only remember them lying in bed in pain.

Later, I was raised by my aunt, but after she remarried, my uncle couldn't tolerate me, so I was kicked out.

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face again.

Su Mingzhe nodded upon hearing this. Her background was indeed tragic, and coupled with her beautiful face, no normal man would not be tempted.

Of course, Su Mingzhe is clearly not one of them; the word "cherishing women" doesn't exist in his vocabulary.

He only heard the keywords: Liu Jingjing's parents were dead and she had no one to rely on.

That means there's no background.

It's like killing someone and no one will care.

After all, the investigation was rushed and some oversights were inevitable, but this has now been confirmed.

Immediately, Su Mingzhe's face turned cold, and the tenderness in his eyes vanished without a trace.

"Wear mourning clothes for her."

The so-called "wearing mourning clothes" involved inflicting external skin injuries on Japanese spies and then pouring irritating liquids such as chili water and salt water onto the wounds.

Afterward, the strip of cloth was placed on the wound of the Japanese spy. After the cloth dried, it was suddenly torn off, causing the skin, flesh, and tendons to fall off at the same time.

After listening, Luo Dayou sneered. He slowly walked to the shelf where the torture instruments were placed, his eyes scanning the cold instruments with a sinister look, finally landing on a rusty iron brush.

Luo Dayou picked up the iron brush and then rinsed it in the bucket of chili water next to him.

Then he raised the brush high and scrubbed it hard against Liu Jingjing's delicate skin.

Each forceful brush stroke tore up a large chunk of flesh.

Liu Jingjing's screams shattered the silence of the torture chamber. Her eyes bulged from extreme pain, and tears, sweat, and blood mingled and streamed down her cheeks.

Her legs kicked wildly and uncontrollably, trying to break free, but it was all in vain.

For Liu Jingjing, this pain was a double torment.

She was someone who cared a great deal about her appearance, and her exquisite face was her source of pride.

Now that she has been disfigured, it is undoubtedly destroying her soul little by little.

Before long, Liu Jingjing's body was completely soaked in blood, and she looked like a blood-soaked person pulled out of a pool of blood.

Fresh blood continued to seep from the wound, pooling into a red puddle beneath her.

Shen Bei, expressionless, picked up a basin full of chili water and splashed it directly onto Liu Jingjing's already bloodied and mangled body.

The moment the pepper spray came into contact with the wound, Liu Jingjing felt an excruciating pain, as if she were being burned by fire.

Her already weak consciousness could no longer bear it; everything went black, her head lolled to the side, and she completely fainted.

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained encrypted intelligence]

Miho Suzuki, also known as Liu Jingjing, is the leader of the Cuckoo Group.

The Cuckoo Group consists of four people and is mainly engaged in defection work.

As expected, he was a Japanese spy.

Seeing that the Japanese spy had already fainted, Su Mingzhe continued:

"Put her in the electric chair to wake her up."

Luo Dayou and Shen Bei untied Suzuki Miho's restraints and then tied her back to the electric chair.

This electric chair has only been at the station for less than half a year, and it is already covered in bloodstains and water stains left by filth that cannot be washed off, so I simply left it alone.

With a "click," the power switch was suddenly pushed up.

A powerful electric current instantly swept over Miho Suzuki's limp body.

She, who had fallen into a coma due to the previous torture, instantly regained consciousness. This "forced activation" was yet another cruel baptism of her soul and body.

"what......"

Miho Suzuki let out a piercing scream.

Her body began to convulse violently, and in less than two minutes, her bodily functions lost control under this extreme torment, and she lost control of her bladder.

The filthy substance, emitting a pungent odor, slowly flowed from her body, and the nauseating smell quickly filled the entire interrogation room.

As Suzuki Miho's face grew paler and paler, and her body convulsions gradually weakened, she was on the verge of going into shock.

Su Mingzhe frowned slightly and waved his hand gently. Shen Bei, who had been guarding the switch, immediately pulled down the switch and cut off the current.

At this moment, Miho Suzuki was like a lump of mud. After a while, she seemed to regain her breathing rhythm and gasped for breath.

However, before she could even catch her breath, she vomited up her stomach contents uncontrollably.

Su Mingzhe simply stood there quietly, watching everything unfold.

He did not issue further orders to carry out the torture, because he knew very well that if he rashly increased the torture at this moment, she might suffocate to death because of the foreign object entering her trachea.

This way of dying is too easy for her.

At the very least, they squeeze out the remaining value before they die.

Five minutes later, the female Japanese spy regained some of her energy, her eyes filled with fear, and she looked up at Su Mingzhe.

She said in a trembling voice:

"You're not human, you're a demon, a devil..."

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained encrypted intelligence]

As soon as the system's mechanical voice sounded, Su Mingzhe's mind was filled with the basic information and portraits of the other three Japanese spies.

That's it.

Before the female Japanese spy could finish speaking, Luo Dayi lashed out with his whip, striking her face.

He held back a third of his strength, leaving a deep bloody mark on Suzuki Miho's face, but not enough to kill her outright.

"How dare you, a bitch, question our section chief?"

Then, Luo Dayou spat a mouthful of phlegm onto Suzuki Miho's face.

"I'll confess, I'll confess..."

"It's trembling," Miho Suzuki said.

Then she told everything she knew.

It was fairly honest, and its information basically matched what I had just learned.

"Describe the physical characteristics of the three of them."

Then, Su Mingzhe took out a piece of drawing paper and started drawing.

Under Miho Suzuki's horrified gaze, three lifelike portraits were drawn.

And it took less than half an hour to do all of this.

Then, Su Mingzhe handed the three portraits to Shen Bei.

"Grasp."