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

As dusk settled, the hustle and bustle of the banquet hall gradually subsided.

Shen Bei and Luo Dayou were beaming with pride, surrounded by their former brothers from the same action team.

They said they were catching up, but in reality, everyone was determined to give them a good beating.

However, Su Mingzhe declined everyone's invitations.

He raised his hand and waved it gently, palm facing outwards, a bitter smile playing on his lips:

"I won't go. If I go, everyone will be too restrained and won't be able to eat or play to their heart's content."

Su Mingzhe was sensible enough to realize that if he actually went, the reminiscing would turn into a lecture.

After saying that, he turned and went back to his office.

The office is softly lit, and the solid wood desks exude a rustic luster.

Su Mingzhe walked straight to the table, picked up the old-fashioned black telephone, and dialed a number:

"Get me the director of the Chang'an Police Station."

The operator on the other end of the phone answered crisply:

"Okay, wait a minute."

A moment later, a faint "click" sound came from the receiver, and the operator had transferred the line to the office of the director of the Chang'an Patrol Police Bureau.

At this moment, in the director's office, Director He Wei was lying sprawled out on the rosewood rocking chair, his eyelids drooping, seemingly asleep but not quite, immersed in the lazy afternoon rest.

The telephone on the table suddenly started ringing loudly, the shrill sound shattering the silence of the room. He Wei frowned and cursed aloud.

"Which son of a bitch is calling at this hour? Doesn't he know I'm taking my lunch break?"

He was extremely unwilling and shouted irritably:

"Which one?"

Su Mingzhe held the receiver, his expression calm, his tone unhurried, and said in a low voice:

"My name is Su Mingzhe."

These words traveled directly into He Wei's ears through the telephone line.

In an instant, He Wei felt his scalp tingle and cold sweat pour down his back. He was so scared that he almost wet his pants, and his drowsiness vanished instantly.

His mind was like a runaway projector, with all the shady things he had done in the past flashing through his mind like a revolving lantern.

The sheer volume of his corruption, bribery, and abuse of power led him to despairingly realize that, in a true sense, execution would not be an exaggeration.

Spicy balls!

His voice was trembling uncontrollably as he spoke in a shaky voice:

"What...what can I do for you?"

???

Am I that scary?

Su Mingzhe was speechless for a moment.

Just by giving his name, he scared the director of the Chang'an Police Station to death?

I still prefer your defiant attitude from just now.

Su Mingzhe, not wanting to beat around the bush, said directly:

"Director He, what do you think of Gong Shouguo, the director of the Jinhua District Police Station?"

Upon hearing Su Mingzhe's words, He Wei's mind raced.

It is common knowledge that Gong Shouguo is one of his men; this is an open secret, and Su Mingzhe has never hidden it.

Suddenly remembering something, He Wei said:

"Director Gong is very capable and has helped solve many cases involving Japanese spies. We have already drafted his promotion report for the position of deputy director of the Chang'an Police Bureau and are preparing to make the arrangements."

Section Chief Su, what do you mean then?

Since Lu Youwei lost his life because he was involved in a case involving Japanese spies, the position of deputy director has remained vacant.

This is also He Wei's guess about Su Mingzhe's meaning.

It can only be said that it is completely correct.

sensible!

No wonder he was able to become the bureau chief.

Su Mingzhe nodded and said:

"I didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to ask you about Gong Shouguo's work situation. I feel relieved to hear you say that."

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Su Mingzhe hung up the phone.

Hearing silence on the other end of the phone, He Wei finally put down the phone, his hands trembling.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead, only to realize that the short phone call had soaked his back with cold sweat.

He Wei swore he never wanted to experience that feeling again in his life.

It felt like I had just escaped death.

This deadly jinx!

......

Anhe Teahouse, in the east of the city.

The first rays of dawn pierced through the thin clouds and quietly fell on the bluestone pavement of the old street.

As usual, Sun Yang wore his slightly faded but clean cloth shirt, holding a rag tightly in his hand, and focused on wiping every table in the teahouse.

The teahouse was quite small, with only four or five tables and only two people working there, including Sun Yang.

Outside the shop, the shop assistant was shouting in a local accent, trying to attract passersby.

His words were full of enthusiasm, trying to liven up the otherwise quiet business.

The shop has been open for over a month, but there aren't many customers.

Order a pot of coarse tea and sit for a while.

Although I can't make a lot of money, I can make a living by staying in this little corner of the world.

However, Sun Yang and his buddies had been waiting for one person, a superior they had never met before—Comrade Songbai.

Just then, Su Mingzhe appeared at the entrance of the teahouse.

He had changed into casual clothes, wearing a gray-blue robe. His expression was calm yet alert. After quickly scanning the store, he walked in, found a dimly lit corner, and quietly sat down.

Sun Yang was wiping the table when he caught sight of the newcomer out of the corner of his eye. His expression sharpened, and he instantly put away the rag, a professional smile spreading across his face. He quickly stepped forward, slightly bowing, and asked softly:

"Sir, what would you like to drink?"

Upon hearing the shopkeeper's question, Su Mingzhe then replied:

"Boss, do you have this year's West Lake Longjing tea?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Yang's eyes flickered slightly, and he continued to reply:

"We don't sell West Lake Longjing tea here, but we do have Biluochun tea, would you like some?"

Su Mingzhe shook his head and said:

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

Only then did Sun Yang realize that the person in front of him was Comrade Songbai, whom he had been waiting for.

Although Sun Yang was excited, his expression remained calm as he finished reciting the remaining coded messages:

"Our Xinyang Maojian tea is the most authentic in all of Chang'an."

Then, Sun Yang made a gesture of invitation.

"Sir, the Xinyang Maojian tea is in the tea baskets inside the room. Please help yourself."

Sun Yang glanced warily at the doorway, and after confirming that no one was paying attention, he deftly lifted the curtain and stepped aside to let Su Mingzhe into the inner room.

The inner room was dimly lit, with only a few rays of light filtering through the small window, barely illuminating the simply furnished table and chairs.

Outside the shop, a waiter took a rag from Sun Yang and kept wiping the table with his hands.

He kept repeating his daily tasks, but his eyes were no longer as casual as before; they were full of vigilance as he looked towards the door.

Although we are now in a period of cooperation to jointly resist foreign aggression, we still need to be cautious in everything we do.

They couldn't be sure about Principal Chang's character; he'd done things that had no moral boundaries more than once.