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

As for interrogating these thirty-odd stupid pigs, that's none of Su Mingzhe's business.

The original plan was to escort them to Jinling and hand them over to Boss Dai, but they just received a telegram that Principal Chang would arrive in Chang'an in three days.

The first inspection target was Chang'an Station, and these people were naturally handed over to the principal for review as well.

Su Mingzhe knew that this was the first time President Chang had convened a meeting to discuss military plans targeting the Red Party.

It wasn't until two months later, while hiking in her pajamas, that she "voluntarily" changed her mind.

With a major battle imminent, there is no time to waste.

Su Mingzhe hurried back to his residence.

At a familiar street food stall, he casually bought two roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) and a bowl of steaming hot hulatang (spicy soup).

Since Wang Fuquan's identity was exposed, Su Mingzhe has kept him in his study.

To avoid causing unnecessary trouble, Wang Fuquan has been staying at home.

Su Mingzhe returned home, pushed open the door to his study, and said softly:

"Uncle Wang, here's the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) and hulatang (spicy soup) I bought for you. Eat them while they're hot."

Without the slightest affectation, Wang Fuquan reached out, grabbed a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), and began to eat it in large mouthfuls.

Su Mingzhe looked at Wang Fuquan quietly, his eyes filled with reluctance.

I am parting from you, and I know not when I will return.

This parting may mean that the two of them will never have the chance to meet again in this lifetime.

As Wang Fuquan ate, he noticed that Su Mingzhe was staring at him. A thought struck him, and he seemed to understand something.

Su Mingzhe had discussed with Wang Fuquan a long time ago about finding a way to send a batch of medicines out of the city.

Today, all signs indicate that the plan is about to be implemented.

This means that the day of parting has truly arrived.

Su Mingzhe took a deep breath and said to Wang Fuquan:

"Uncle Wang, please contact the organization and have someone meet you at a small temple thirty miles outside the city at 10 p.m. tonight."

I'll deliver the medicine out of town, and you can hide in the truck. I've already taken care of everything.

Also, be sure to inform the organization that the Kuomintang is about to launch a large-scale military operation against the organization. Please be extremely careful and make preparations as soon as possible.

Upon hearing this, Wang Fuquan put down the food in his hand and nodded solemnly, knowing the importance of this mission.

Wang Fuquan thought for a moment and said:

"In a few days, a teahouse called Anhe Teahouse will open in the east of the city."

The teahouse owner, acting as your contact, will only communicate with you through a single channel. This will benefit the continuation and security of our intelligence work.

The secret code between the two of you is: Boss, do you have any West Lake Longjing tea this year?

The answer is that we don't sell West Lake Longjing tea here, but we do have Biluochun tea, would you like some?

Then you say, "Never mind, let's just get some Xinyang Maojian tea instead."

The answer is that our Xinyang Maojian tea is the most authentic in all of Chang'an.

Remember? "

Su Mingzhe muttered it twice, then nodded.

Then, Wang Fuquan extended his right hand and shook hands tightly with Su Mingzhe.

......

To avoid attracting attention, and mainly to prevent Qian Kun from seeing him and making a fuss, Wang Fuquan hid in a box, which was then loaded onto a truck along with the medicine and guns.

After everything was ready, the box was carefully lifted onto the truck.

Inside the truck bed, two layers of floral fabric were placed on the outside as camouflage, mainly to deal with possible surprise inspections.

Su Mingzhe stood to the side, his brows furrowed. His gaze swept back and forth across the truck, and only after confirming that there were no flaws did he breathe a slight sigh of relief.

Then, Su Mingzhe took out paper and pen from his pocket and wrote a pass.

The pass was still stamped with the seal of the Military Intelligence Investigation Department, which meant that Su Mingzhe had prepared it in advance.

I dare not say anything else, but with Su Mingzhe's pass, no one in Chang'an would dare to stop him.

After finishing writing, Su Mingzhe handed the pass to Qian Kun.

"Xiao Wu, deliver the goods to the small temple thirty miles outside the city, and you can come back after the handover is complete."

Su Mingzhe patted Qian Kun on the shoulder and said.

Qian Kun nodded vigorously and answered firmly:

"Don't worry, shopkeeper. If anything goes wrong, I'll pay with my head."

After saying that, he turned and walked toward the truck.

After turning around, Qian Kun's back, which had been unconsciously bent over, gradually straightened up.

With a roar of engines, the convoy slowly started and headed towards the city gate, its wheels kicking up clouds of dust.

Su Mingzhe stood quietly in place, his gaze following the convoy until it completely disappeared from sight.

This was the first time Qian Kun had stood up for himself, brazenly leaving the city with several truckloads of contraband.

They were stopped by the city guards as soon as they arrived at the city gate.

"Stop the car! Inspect it!"

The platoon leader shouted at Qian Kun.

In the past, Qian Kun would have addressed even a minor official like a platoon leader as "boss."

But now, he didn't even get out of the car; he just pulled a pass out of his pocket.

Although the platoon leader was illiterate, he could still recognize the document style and distinctive red seal of the Military Intelligence Investigation Department.

How could he dare to stop these old men?

Even if the truck were full of contraband, let alone if there were no contraband, he wouldn't dare to stop it.

The goods were intercepted in the afternoon, and the head was taken off at night.

The platoon leader on duty quickly took two steps back and gestured to his subordinates.

Then, the barricades blocking the road were removed, and the convoy slowly drove out of Chang'an City.

Because of the poor road conditions and the risk of damage to the medicine and guns inside the vehicle, the car was not driven fast.

They didn't arrive at the meeting point until after 9 p.m.

Qian Kun leaned against the truck, looked up at the sky, and realized it was still early before the delivery time.

He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and with a "hiss," the match struck, the faint light flashing in the darkness and illuminating his stubble-covered face.

He took a deep breath, the red dot on the cigarette glowing intermittently in the darkness, and smoke slowly billowed from his mouth and nose.

"Boss, who do you think is on the other side?"

One of Qian Kun's henchmen leaned close to him and asked in a low voice.

Qian Kun suddenly turned his head and glared fiercely at his underling.

He lowered his voice and said fiercely:

"If you want to die, just say so. You fucking remember this: you're deaf, blind, and mute now. Don't ask anything, don't worry about anything, understand?"

"I heard..."

The younger brother had just opened his mouth to answer subconsciously when he suddenly came to his senses, quickly covered his mouth with his hand, and nodded vigorously.

At exactly 10 o'clock, a group of people suddenly appeared in the woods.

Because it was far away and dark, it was difficult to see clearly.

The other party showed no intention of coming out.

Qian Kun understood that the other party did not want to show their face, so he directed his men to unload the boxes from the car one by one.

It took about ten minutes to unload all the supplies from the truck.

Qian Kun clasped his hands in a fist salute towards the opposite side, then grabbed the passenger door frame and jumped into the car.

Then, they disappeared into the night.

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