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

Yamamoto Takeshi was alone in his room, his brow furrowed, his expression full of frustration and worry.

His body was stiff, and his hands unconsciously rubbed the hem of his clothes repeatedly.

Since the Special Higher Police officers infiltrating the Chang'an area were captured and scattered by the Action Section led by Su Mingzhe, their infiltrating team has become the only remaining "sole survivor" in the Chang'an area.

The pride that once belonged to the Special Higher Police has vanished, leaving only a sense of dread and paranoia.

In order to protect himself and prevent the Military Intelligence Investigation Department from uncovering his whereabouts, Takeshi Yamamoto had no choice but to order his team to cease almost all espionage activities.

The base was repeatedly moved, all means of communication were destroyed, and the members went into hiding.

Because the matter of smuggling a large amount of counterfeit currency into Shaanxi Province is of great importance, Chen Lin is currently his only contact with an insider.

However, at this moment, something unexpected happened to Chen Lin's side, and someone noticed something amiss!

The counterfeiting scandal was, after all, a scandal for the army, and he would cover it up even if it cost him his life.

After much deliberation, even knowing that the assassination of Vice President Zhang carried a considerable risk of exposure, Takeshi Yamamoto gritted his teeth and made up his mind to take the plunge and take action.

Under the cover of night, he quietly left the house.

Takeshi Yamamoto stopped alertly, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily. After confirming that no one was following him, he crouched down and carefully examined a pile of messy bluestone bricks in the corner.

He then reached out and moved a brick aside, carefully placing the note he was holding in his palm underneath.

Beneath these unassuming bluestone bricks lies the "dead mailbox" through which he communicated with the other members of his undercover team.

At this moment, Xu Feng was hiding in a dark corner of the street, where a damp smell permeated the cramped and dimly lit area.

His body tensed up; Xu Feng had already received the arrest order from Su Mingzhe.

The hands of his wristwatch ticked away as he stared intently ahead, quietly waiting for the appointed time to make his arrest.

However, without any warning, there was a change in the target member, Takeshi Yamamoto.

This made Xu Feng's scalp tingle, his heart leap into his throat, and he unconsciously held his breath, afraid that the slightest movement would reveal their location.

At the same time, we are always prepared to make arrests in advance.

However, this would give the other party time to commit suicide, significantly increasing the likelihood of a failed capture.

Fortunately, Yamamoto Takeshi did not discover their whereabouts, and Xu Feng's tense body relaxed slightly.

Yamamoto Takeshi swiftly placed the note, then, just as he had come, silently returned to his residence, the door closing slowly behind him.

At this moment, Xu Feng's heart was still pounding wildly from the thrill he had just experienced.

Midnight has arrived, and the moment of arrest has officially begun.

Xu Feng's taut nerves were instantly ignited, and a cold glint appeared in his eyes. He no longer had time to continue fishing for dead mailboxes.

The most urgent task is to capture Yamamoto Takeshi alive.

He suddenly waved his hand, and the silent command instantly reached those behind him.

The team members moved in unison, taking advantage of the darkness, in twos and threes, taking a running start, pushing off the wall, and nimbly leaping into Yamamoto Takeshi's house.

Suddenly, shadowy figures swarmed around the courtyard.

The team members quickly secured the doors and windows, blocking any possible escape routes. The remaining men, armed with guns, pressed closer to the house, determined to capture Yamamoto Takeshi in one fell swoop.

At that moment, Yamamoto Takeshi had just lain down on the bed, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep while sorting out the next steps of the plan, when he suddenly heard a strange noise outside. His years of experience as a special agent honed his alertness, and he instantly jumped up and reached under his pillow for his gun.

With his intentions aligned with the unsuspecting opponent, Yamamoto Takeshi's fingers barely touched the gun handle before a loud "bang" shook the air in the room.

The operatives fired decisively, and the bullet pierced Yamamoto Takeshi's palm with perfect accuracy.

Yamamoto Takeshi cried out in pain and released his grip on the gun, his palm instantly turning blood red.

The sharp, burning pain in his palm pierced through the nerves in his arm, making him gasp in pain.

"what--"

A piercing scream burst uncontrollably from deep within his throat.

He instinctively wanted to bite through his collar and commit suicide, but the team members wouldn't give him the chance.

Several operatives lunged forward and forcefully pinned Yamamoto Takeshi's struggling shoulders down. The operatives' arm muscles tensed, pinning Yamamoto Takeshi firmly to the spot.

Another person then used their knee to press against his lower back, rendering him unable to move.

The other team members quickly surrounded him, and in a flurry of activity, Yamamoto Takeshi was pinned to the ground. Despite his resentment and anger, he could only futilely twist his body.

Just as the team members stepped forward and skillfully took out handcuffs from their waists, preparing to handcuff him, Yamamoto Takeshi suddenly unleashed astonishing brute force in his desperate situation.

Ignoring the excruciating pain in his palms, Yamamoto suddenly jerked his arms free, his body arching like a spring.

Using the force, he lunged frantically toward the window, his eyes flashing with determination.

It's just a desperate struggle.

But how could his teammates give him the chance to succeed? Seeing his unusual movement, they all rushed at him.

One of the operatives kicked Yamamoto Takeshi in the stomach, sending him flying backward. Yamamoto clutched his stomach and curled up in pain.

At this point, Yamamoto Takeshi was completely subdued and collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud. His teammates took the opportunity to handcuff his hands and feet tightly.

Next came the Military Intelligence Investigation Service's signature move.

One of the operatives strode forward, grabbed Yamamoto Takeshi by the collar, and yanked hard, tearing the collar apart to reveal the white powder inside.

Before Yamamoto could react, his teammate reached out with his large, iron-like hand, grabbed his chin tightly, and exerted force.

With a chilling "crack" sound, Takeshi Yamamoto's jaw was dislocated.

He was in excruciating pain, his eyes bulging and his facial muscles contorted, but the team members showed no mercy. They reached straight into his mouth and carefully searched between his teeth for any poison sacs that might be hidden there to prevent him from committing suicide.

Despite his resentment and desperate struggles, Yamamoto writhed and kicked on the ground, but his efforts were futile under the iron grip of his teammates.

A strong sense of humiliation swept over Takeshi Yamamoto.

He is now truly in a state of being unable to live or die.

Yamamoto Takeshi's eyes were tightly shut in pain; he had already foreseen his fate.

Upon hearing the news of the successful capture, Xu Feng was overjoyed, relieved that nothing went wrong.

Then he lifted the bluestone brick and picked up the note inside.

The note contained only meaningless everyday talk, clearly written in code.

Xu Feng couldn't figure it out for the time being, so he decided to wait until he got back to the station and have the Japanese spy confess to him.

He waved his hand and said to the team members behind him:

"Close the team!"