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

The sound of strips of cloth being torn apart from flesh could be heard repeatedly from the interrogation room.

Yamamoto Takeshi's voice had long been hoarse from the screams and struggles he had endured, and now he could only breathe heavily with his mouth half open.

He is now unrecognizable, his body is covered in blood and gore, and his wounds are still bleeding.

Seeing that Yamamoto Takeshi had completely exhausted all further information, Su Mingzhe was too lazy to waste time with him and turned to leave the interrogation room.

Prepare immediately to capture the other three members of the Wildcat Group.

Subsequently, Su Mingzhe summoned Shen Bei, Luo Dayou, and Xu Zhi.

At this moment, Xu Zhi stood there, his gaze fixed on Shen Bei and Luo Dayou, and his heart was filled with waves of emotion and a multitude of feelings.

Just six months ago, the two of them were just ordinary special agents following behind him, doing the most basic front-line arrest and support work, obeying his commands and orders.

But as time went by, they have now become lieutenant officers, just like him.

However, this thought only lasted for a moment.

Su Mingzhe then assigned the task to the three of them.

"It's already past 2 a.m., we must finish the operation before dawn, otherwise things may change."

Each of you in your task force will arrest one Japanese spy, keeping the operation as quiet as possible.

The three men gave a respectful military salute and then left to carry out their orders.

In the past six months, the group has been catching Japanese spies and moles so many times they've gotten tired of it.

From initial excitement to current numbness, I'm just mechanically following Su Mingzhe's orders.

When they learned that these were the last three Japanese spies in Chang'an, they all felt it was somewhat unreal.

Without the Japanese spies, even the people in the Operations Section didn't know what to do next.

These six intelligence groups were cultivated by the Japanese over more than forty years with painstaking effort and countless resources.

But now, everything has vanished.

Even if the Special Higher Police send intelligence teams to the Chang'an area again, the effect is far less than before.

Without a systematic intelligence network, without a legitimate way to conceal their identities, and without the support of connections, these undocumented immigrants can only do the lowest-level jobs.

The intelligence obtained was of almost zero value.

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After the group left with their team members, Su Mingzhe returned to his office.

He gently rubbed his temples; he had once again stayed up all night, as was the case today.

Fortunately, he is young and physically strong, and can barely keep up with the high-intensity work pace.

If the station manager is kept awake all night, he'll have to pay reimbursement within a week.

Now that he's in a high position, he doesn't need to be on the front lines. But if you let your subordinates work themselves to the bone while you go back to sleep, over time, the people below will definitely have some complaints, and it will have a significant impact on morale.

Once such negative emotions take root and spread, their impact on the morale of the entire team should not be underestimated.

Su Mingzhe firmly believes that leading by example is the best way to unite people and boost morale.

He made himself a cup of coffee, picked up the cup, and took a small sip.

As the rich coffee spread between his lips and teeth, the bitter taste instantly stimulated his taste buds, and his drowsiness gradually subsided.

He hoped that after eliminating the Japanese spies in the Chang'an area, he could have a good rest, even if it was just a short moment of peace.

War is about to break out, and peaceful days will not last long.

Therefore, Su Mingzhe cherishes every minute and every second now.

As dawn broke, three Ford cars drove into Chang'an Station one after another, the sound of their engines echoing in the quiet station area.

Shen Bei and the others are back.

Su Mingzhe pushed open the window and looked down. He saw a group of action team members escorting two Japanese spies who had been wrapped up like spring rolls, and dragging the corpse of another Japanese spy like a dead dog.

There were no obvious wounds on the body, and gunshot wounds were ruled out as the cause of death.

It is highly likely that the Japanese spy committed suicide by poisoning himself during the arrest.

The operation went wrong, but it's unknown whether there were any casualties.

Upon seeing this, Su Mingzhe hurriedly ran downstairs.

At this moment, Luo Da looked dejected; he had managed to mess up such a simple task.

He betrayed the section chief's trust.

Thinking about how he had just been awarded the rank of lieutenant, Luo Dayou felt a burning pain on his face.

The arrest operation was going smoothly, and the collar of the Japanese spy's coat, which contained potassium cyanide, was torn off.

But who would have thought that this Japanese spy had a poison sac hidden in his mouth.

Seeing no hope of escape, he immediately chose to commit suicide.

The poison took effect too quickly; the Japanese spy died in just over three minutes, without any remedial measures.

Thinking about this, Luo Dayou wished he could slap himself a few times.

Who would have thought that this Japanese spy had a poison sac hidden in his teeth while he slept?

Isn't he afraid of accidentally biting through the skin and dying?

"Damn it!"

Luo Dayou grew angrier the more he thought about it and muttered a curse under his breath.

He did try to make amends for his foolish command.

Seeing that the Japanese spy's life was about to vanish after taking poison, Luo Dayou ordered a search of his home.

However, no codebook was found in his house; only a radio and some recent telegrams were discovered.

Radios were nothing new at Chang'an Station.

Any officer in the Action Section who hadn't captured a Japanese spy's radio was embarrassed to admit they were from the Action Section; the Action Section couldn't afford to lose face like that.

If outsiders ask, just say you're from the interrogation department, since they spend most of their time in the interrogation room anyway.

The telegram was of little value, merely recording the recent movements of the Japanese army's epidemic prevention and water supply units.

In other words, Luo Dayou's only gains from this trip were a radio and information about the recent movements of a Japanese medical team.

Luo Dayou was prepared to be berated by Su Mingzhe.

Just then, Su Mingzhe hurriedly ran downstairs.

"How is it? Are there any casualties among the brothers?"

Upon hearing Su Mingzhe's words, Shen Bei and Xu Zhi both shook their heads, and then everyone's gaze fell on Luo Dayou.

At this moment, Luo Dayou wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"There were no casualties, but the capture failed, and the Japanese spy committed suicide by poisoning himself."

"Section Chief, please scold me."

Luo Dayou didn't want to make excuses for his mistakes; a mistake is a mistake.

Upon hearing that there were no casualties, Su Mingzhe immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he did not intend to pretend he hadn't seen Luo Dayou's mistake.

Good deeds are punished, while bad deeds are punished.

If subordinates' mistakes are tolerated without any limits, the entire team will become disorganized and lack execution.

It doesn't warrant a severe punishment, but Luo Dayou should be taught a lesson.

In the brutal battlefield of espionage, one wrong move can cost you your life. Giving Luo Dayou a warning is for his own good.

Su Mingzhe coldly shouted:

I'll settle the score with you later.

Then his gaze swept over the two bound Japanese spies, and he said:

"Take them to the interrogation room."