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

The two Japanese spies were trembling violently, terrified out of their wits, their faces deathly pale.

Their hands and feet were bound, yet they still twisted their bodies frantically, making futile struggles. The ropes binding them dug deep into their flesh, but fear made them oblivious to the pain.

Looking back on the various methods employed by the Military Intelligence Investigation Department over the past six months, they were all too familiar with them.

On ordinary days, just hearing rumors is enough to make one's heart pound, let alone experiencing or witnessing such scenes firsthand.

Especially the public execution that shocked the entire city a few months ago.

There were more than a dozen Japanese spies standing on the stage, and the image of them was etched into the minds of the two Japanese spies like a nightmare.

They would never forget the horrific ordeal of those dozen or so people; they must have suffered unimaginable torture after being arrested.

At this moment, their eyes gleamed and their minds raced. They had already made up their minds that as soon as they entered the interrogation room, they would immediately tell everything they knew without saying a word.

In their calculations, such frankness might save them from the severe punishment that was about to befall them.

"We must expose the team leader first!"

The same thought flashed through their minds at the same time: the team leader, as a senior agent, possessed core secrets and a vast intelligence network, making him an extremely valuable "bargaining chip" wherever he went.

They fantasized that if they cooperated well enough, the Military Intelligence Investigation Department might be so pleased that they would set aside their past grievances and recruit them as informants for the Special Higher Police.

This way, not only can they save their lives, but they might also regain their freedom and return to their former lives.

Thinking of this, the two glanced at each other simultaneously.

They all secretly resolved to reveal everything they knew before the other party confessed.

Only in this way will one's intelligence appear more valuable, and only then will it be more likely to secure a way out in this life-or-death struggle.

Su Mingzhe frowned slightly, his expression hardening. He then looked up at Luo Dayou and the other two, cleared his throat, and said:

"Did you find anything after thoroughly searching the Japanese spy's house?"

The Japanese spy team in Chang'an is nearing completion; it's time to organize our efforts and give the station chief a proper report on our achievements.

Upon hearing this, Xu Zhi first sighed helplessly, shook his head, and spread his hands, saying:

"Oh, don't even mention it. I turned the place upside down, and apart from a few scattered silver coins, I really didn't find anything else."

"It's alright, though. Once we're in the interrogation room, we can interrogate them thoroughly; we're sure to get them to talk."

Shen Bei, standing to the side, straightened his back, a smug look on his face, and said:

“We seized a radio and also obtained a list.”

As he spoke, he strode forward and solemnly handed a creased list to Su Mingzhe with both hands.

Su Mingzhe's expression brightened, and he hurriedly took the list, scanning it with his eyes.

There were more than twenty Japanese names neatly listed on it, each with basic information such as age, address, and skills.

Su Mingzhe's expression grew increasingly serious, and he hurriedly began to carefully read the documents that Shen Bei had brought.

After a long pause, Su Mingzhe finally raised his head and said in a deep voice:

"As expected, these twenty or so people were the Special Higher Police officers who had recently infiltrated Chang'an."

They arranged for this group of people to come in, and even specifically assigned the Wildcats team to help them with their identities and jobs.

They tried to quietly take root right under our noses, but thankfully we dug them out!

With this list, arresting these twenty-odd people was simply a matter of following the clues.

Before even having the chance to convey a single piece of valuable information to their master, they were already on the verge of being utterly defeated and sunk to the sands.

Then, Su Mingzhe looked at Luo Dayou.

Without comparison, there is no harm; compared with Shenbei's illustrious achievements, my own gains are truly pitiful.

Luo Dayou, who was usually very talkative, fell silent. Seeing Su Mingzhe looking at him, he braced himself and reported to Su Mingzhe.

It wasn't that Luo Dayou was too cowardly; it was just that the section chief's presence was too oppressive.

"Section Chief, we have seized a radio."

There was also information regarding the mobilization of a Japanese military medical unit.

There's really nothing to say; this operation was a complete failure for Luo Dayou.

Medical team?

Su Mingzhe couldn't help but think of something and felt a little wary.

"Give me the relevant documents and telegrams regarding the situation you just mentioned."

Although Luo Dayou was curious as to why Su Mingzhe was so interested in a Japanese medical team, he was currently under investigation and didn't want to embarrass himself by asking Su Mingzhe.

Upon seeing the words "epidemic prevention and water supply troops" on the telegram, Su Mingzhe's breath hitched.

It really was those damned beasts.

These are all smokescreens by the Japanese army.

What they called an epidemic prevention and water supply unit was clearly a Japanese biological warfare unit, given a respectable label.

This finally gave him a chance. Having been reborn, he could no longer allow the Japanese biological warfare unit to ravage this land.

Su Mingzhe's originally calm and composed face now radiated a chilling light.

Su Mingzhe leaned closer to Luo Dayou, his voice low yet carrying an undeniable air of authority, and asked:

"Besides you, who else has seen this telegram? Think carefully before you answer me."

This was the first time Luo Dayou had seen Su Mingzhe like this, and he thought the section chief was very dissatisfied with the failure of his operation.

He stammered and hurriedly replied:

"No...no, Section Chief, I'm really the only one who's ever seen it."

Upon hearing this, Su Mingzhe's tense expression eased slightly, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

He straightened his somewhat disheveled clothes and solemnly instructed Luo Dayou:

"You must keep this matter a secret from me. You are not allowed to reveal a single word to anyone. Keep the contents of the telegram firmly buried in your heart."

I'll go report this to the station manager right now.

After saying that, he didn't even glance at the two newly captured Japanese spies again, and hurriedly ran towards the door, his figure quickly disappearing at the end of the corridor.

At this moment, the stationmaster had just stepped into the station, still wearing his coat, which was dusty from his journey.

My throat was parched and burning, and I was thinking of making a cup of hot tea to soothe my throat and relax my tense nerves.

But before he could do anything, there was a sudden, urgent knocking on the office door.

"Dong dong dong..."

The stationmaster frowned, but instantly recognized the unique knocking rhythm. He cleared his throat and responded loudly:

"Come in."

She knew in her heart that among all the people at Chang'an Station, only Su Mingzhe was so uninhibited in knocking on doors.

As expected, after receiving permission, Su Mingzhe rushed into the office.

After checking that there was no one else in the corridor, Su Mingzhe closed the door behind him.

"Stationmaster, I have an important report to make."