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

Compared to the slight setbacks Xu Feng encountered when capturing Yamamoto Takeshi, the capture of Chen Lin this time was incredibly easy.

When he was arrested, Chen Lin made almost no move to resist.

His legs went weak and he knelt on the ground, muttering words of pleading for mercy. His voice trembled with fear, and his words became intermittent and indistinct.

He fully complied with the orders of the action team members, daring not to disobey in the slightest.

Thus, the entire arrest operation proceeded smoothly without any obstacles, and the team members successfully apprehended Chen Lin with minimal effort.

After successfully apprehending Yamamoto Takeshi and Chen Lin, the Action Division immediately conducted a thorough search of their residences.

Even after turning Yamamoto Takeshi's house upside down, they still found nothing.

Meanwhile, Chen Lin's home was a completely different world.

Nine boxes full of counterfeit money were found in his home.

In addition, there are a large number of precious antique paintings and calligraphy, bundles of US dollars, French currency, silver dollars and gold bars.

The total value of these assets is nearly one million yuan.

When Su Mingzhe learned of the search results, he was also very surprised.

The recent frequent appearance of counterfeit currency in the Chang'an area has yet to reveal its source.

Now, the truth has finally come to light.

As Chen Lin was being escorted, he staggered into the interrogation room and slumped into the interrogation chair.

Before the interrogators could even ask any questions, he spilled everything he knew, like beans pouring from a bamboo tube.

His eyes were filled with fear and unease, and he would occasionally steal glances at the young officer sitting opposite him.

A chill ran through Chen Lin’s heart. He could clearly sense that although the person in front of him was young, he exuded a sinister aura.

It's a unique quality that only those who have spent a long time teetering on the edge of life and death and have become accustomed to bloodshed possess.

"My name is Chen Lin, and I am the president of Dalian Commercial Bank."

The distribution of counterfeit currency, bribery of officials, and assassination of political figures—these were all done by that Japanese man named Yamamoto Takeshi, and have nothing to do with me.

"Sir, I was instructed by that Japanese pig. He'll kill me if I don't help him."

Before Su Mingzhe could even ask, Chen Lin confessed to all the crimes and then pinned the blame entirely on Yamamoto Takeshi.

Then, as if remembering something, he said:

"Sir, please let me go. All the gold bars and dollars in my house are yours. Consider it a reward for my brothers."

"From now on, when you come to Dalian Commercial Bank, I'll give you preferential internal policies."

This guy is probably still half asleep; a death row inmate thinking he's a bank manager.

"You're quite generous; even if I kill you, all of this will be mine."

Su Mingzhe spat on Chen Lin.

Chen Lin is no longer of any value; such a spineless person would hardly hide anything at this critical juncture.

After all, this is their lifeline.

Moreover, the Japanese wouldn't tell him core secrets, and even if he became a Japanese citizen, no one would really consider him one of their own.

However, Su Mingzhe would not let such a heinous beast die a quick and painless death.

Then, Su Mingzhe turned to look at Yan Yun.

"Yan Yun, you did a good job. I will ask the station chief to commend you."

He'll just give you a chance to practice; tell him everything he knows, whether you live or die.

Su Mingzhe has already begun training his subordinates in interrogation skills, and Shen Bei and Luo Dayou are already halfway through their training.

An action unit that cannot conduct interrogations is not a good action unit.

Su Mingzhe walked straight toward the closed door, then grasped the doorknob, exerted a little force, and stepped into another interrogation room.

Upon entering the room, a murky air, a mixture of dampness, sweat, and a faint smell of blood, hits you.

Chen Lin is just a nobody; Yamamoto Takeshi is the real star here.

As Su Mingzhe stepped into the interrogation room, Xu Feng gave a signal with his eyes. The guard beside him understood immediately, grabbed the rag that Yamamoto Takeshi had just pulled from the outhouse and stuffed it into his mouth, and then pulled it outwards with great force.

Without holding back any force, a sickeningly loud "crunch" was heard as the rag was pulled out, and Yamamoto Takeshi's two front teeth were ripped out.

Blood gushed from Yamamoto Takeshi's mouth, leaving him in a sorry state.

His gaze swept across the faces of everyone in the room, and he immediately discerned from their positions, expressions, and subconscious respect for Su Mingzhe that the officer in front of him, with his stern face and youthful vigor, was the highest-ranking person present.

Yamamoto Takeshi shouted at Su Mingzhe with all his might:

"The Empire will kill you all..."

This vividly illustrates what it means to "slander someone with false accusations."

However, before he could finish his harsh words, the guard beside him took the opportunity to stuff the rag, which had just been pulled out and was still dripping with dirty liquid and blood, back into the interrogation room, instantly restoring the superficial silence.

Only Takeshi Yamamoto's heavy breathing could be heard through his nose.

I just ate shit, and my mouth definitely tastes bad.

For those who are unwilling to cooperate, Su Mingzhe usually just goes through the motions.

Not hiring?

It's okay, I'll confess once I'm on the electric chair.

As he watched himself being lifted onto the electric chair, Takeshi Yamamoto struggled violently.

One of his torture training sessions in the Special Higher Police was the electric chair.

He knew all too well that this thing was something no human could withstand.

However, he still had no intention of speaking.

If he could stall for long enough, his other three team members would notice the anomaly and escape. This would be the last thing he did for the Empire.

As the interrogator pressed the switch, a burst of high-voltage current, accompanied by a hissing sound, surged into Takeshi Yamamoto's body.

In an instant, he began to convulse violently out of control.

Takeshi Yamamoto's facial muscles contorted and deformed violently, his eyes wide open, the whites of his eyes bulging out, his eyeballs seemingly about to pop out of their sockets.

His mouth was wide open, but due to the spasm in his throat caused by the electric shock, he could only make a few broken, incoherent "uh uh" sounds.

The veins on his neck bulged and throbbed wildly with the shaking of his body.

His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turned white from the force, the muscles on his arms bulged and tensed, and his legs were kicking desperately on the chair.

This kind of mental and physical torment is simply unbearable for a human being.

He regretted it.

What kind of teammates are these? What kind of damn emperor is this? To hell with him!

He couldn't take it anymore; he was going to confess!

But with a rag stuffed in his mouth, he could only make muffled sounds.

Seeing this, Xu Feng sneered:

"That son of a bitch is pretty resilient."

Su Mingzhe shook his head, the mechanical voice of the system echoing in his mind, and smiled without saying a word.

It is indeed quite resilient.