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

"idiot!"

Makio Tanaka's face, which had turned bright red, instantly contorted and deformed, with veins bulging on his forehead.

He suddenly raised his arm, palm high, and slapped his subordinate who was bowing his head.

With a sharp "smack," the force was so great that Okazaki staggered, his head tilting to the side, and a bright red handprint instantly appeared on his face.

But Makio Tanaka seemed to feel that this slap was far from enough to vent his anger, so he immediately slapped back with his other hand.

The blow caused blood to trickle from Okazaki's mouth. He swayed a few times before barely managing to stand, but he only dared to grit his teeth and mutter a low "Hai."

Duan Zhenliang was a figure of special and significant value to them.

This was the first senior agent from the Party Investigation Department to surrender to them; his intelligence value was one aspect, but more importantly, his political value was significant.

Duan Zhenliang was a figurehead who made those opportunists consider surrendering.

But now, the Military Intelligence Investigation Service has responded to them with an iron fist.

Traitors will only meet their end in death.

Moreover, this Duan Zhengliang was as cunning as an old fox. In order to obtain the protection of the Japanese military police for a long time, he revealed information only sparingly, like squeezing toothpaste.

He would only utter a few words slowly and deliberately every now and then, carefully controlling the amount so that the Japanese would always pay attention to his safety.

After all, in the eyes of the Japanese, only by ensuring that he is unharmed can they continuously extract secrets from him, at least until all his value is completely squeezed out, so that he can live well.

However, Duan Zhenliang died under mysterious circumstances.

He must have had even more important information buried in his heart, but that information went to his grave with him.

The guards responsible for picking him up only discovered the already cold and stiff corpses of Duan Zhenliang and the woman beside him when they went to meet him the next morning as usual.

Duan Zhenliang had more than ten bullet holes in his body, and a fatal wound on his forehead.

Judging from the scene, the perpetrator most likely committed the crime the night before under the cover of darkness.

Moreover, judging from the number of gun holes, there were at least two perpetrators.

But now that a night has passed, the murderer may have already escaped from the city.

To capture them again would be as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Tanaka Makio felt his blood rushing to his head, his head buzzing. He suddenly drew the gleaming samurai sword from his waist and, as if he had gone mad, slashed at the desk several times.

With a few sharp "crackling" sounds, wood chips flew everywhere, directly severing a corner of the thick wooden table, which then fell to the ground.

But he was still not satisfied, and with a sudden burst of strength, he overturned the table to the ground with a crash.

The exquisite porcelain pieces that were originally displayed on the table suddenly fell to the ground, making a series of crisp cracking sounds, with shards flying everywhere and leaving a mess on the floor.

At this moment, Makio Tanaka could only silently hope that the murderer had not yet left the city.

However, no useful clues were left at the crime scene. Even if the murderer were standing right in front of you, you might not be able to detect any flaws.

"Immediately close the city gates and conduct a city-wide search. Arrest anyone found who is even slightly suspicious. If they dare to resist, kill them without mercy!"

Makio Tanaka roared at the top of his lungs, his spittle splattering all over Major Okayama's face.

Major Okayama didn't even dare to raise his hand to wipe it; his body was taut and he didn't dare to breathe.

Finding the murderer is actually quite simple. It's just a matter of finding a few scapegoats, labeling them as the murderer, and executing them by firing squad in the market. That would at least have a deterrent effect.

They're sticking to their story anyway, so who knows if they're really the murderer? As long as their political goals are achieved, that's all that matters.

Immediately afterwards, Makio Tanaka abruptly changed the subject, his cold gaze sweeping to the side, his voice growing even icy:

"Also, those few good-for-nothings who can't even do their basic job of guarding are just a waste of food to keep around."

Send them all to the epidemic prevention and water supply unit, let them fulfill their last value there, it's a way of making use of waste.

Major Okayama had heard of the notorious reputation of the epidemic prevention water supply unit, and he involuntarily took a step back, his expression instantly becoming tense.

That's the real hell.

......

In one night, Su Mingzhe and his group could travel dozens of miles and would soon be out of sight of Xinjing.

"Shopkeeper, you're truly amazing!"

Luo Dayou looked at Su Mingzhe with excitement and admiration, his eyes sparkling.

"Those people in the Party Affairs Investigation Department usually act all high and mighty, boasting and bragging, but no matter how much they try and scheme, they can't get anything done."

Unlike you, who killed that Duan fellow with a single move, leaving him utterly and completely dead.

Moreover, we can withdraw safely and unharmed.

As Luo Dayou spoke, he excitedly slapped Shen Bei's thigh.

"To be honest, boss, ever since I came here with you to carry out this deadly mission, I've thought that I'm probably going to lose my life here nine times out of ten."

But now, hey, it feels like a dream.

This assassination mission, which was fraught with peril, became as easy as child's play for Su Mingzhe, who manipulated the entire Japanese military police force in Xinjing with ease.

Looking back on that period, Luo Dayou recalled that he simply disguised himself as an ordinary vendor, setting up a stall and selling goods on the streets and alleys, or keeping watch and recording Duan Zhenliang's travel patterns, which was almost effortless.

The thought of successfully completing the mission and being promoted to lieutenant upon returning home straightened his back a bit more, and the smile on his face became even more unconcealable.

Tell my mother that I, Luo Dayou, have not disgraced her!

"Stay vigilant. We are still in Japanese-occupied territory and must not let our guard down."

Su Mingzhe's face was cold and stern. He lowered his voice and glanced at the two people beside him before giving his orders.

Luo Dayou was still basking in the afterglow of his successful mission, sharing his inner feelings at length. Upon hearing this, he was instantly silenced, his mouth shut, and he swallowed the words that were about to come out.

Fortunately, although I was always on edge throughout the journey, there were no major incidents or dangers.

As for the Kwantung Army search teams that were searching everywhere, they had long been left far behind.

However, spending a long time in this desolate wilderness, exposed to the elements, with the howling of the northern wind overhead and rugged dirt roads underfoot, meant that one had to endure the elements for an extended period.

When they were hungry, they would eat a few bites of dry food; when they were tired, they would find a patch of grass or a dilapidated temple to take a nap. Day after day, the three men's once full faces gradually became thinner, their bodies became much thinner, and their clothes were covered in dust and wrinkles.

They looked exactly like three beggars.

After countless days and nights of arduous travel, when the outlines of towns where the Japanese flag no longer fluttered came into view, the three felt an indescribable surge of excitement.

They finally made it out of the Japanese-occupied zone.

His tense nerves finally relaxed a little, and after letting out a long sigh, he walked briskly toward the nearby train station.