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

Su Mingzhe waited until lunchtime before leisurely leaving Chang'an Station and heading towards Anhe Teahouse.

Compared to pinning one's hopes on the pitiful conscience of a purely political creature like President Chiang, the probability of the Red Party accomplishing this task is much higher.

After all, Principal Chang's achievements are evident to all.

The fact that the dike at Huayuankou was breached was a desperate measure to buy time, a desperate measure forced upon the weak and impoverished nation.

The Central Plains in 1942 was entirely a man-made disaster caused by President Chiang Kai-shek.

At midday, the warm sun hangs high in the sky, and the streets are filled with the aroma of food. Families are gathered around the table, enjoying their lunch in a lively atmosphere.

In contrast, Anhe Teahouse was deserted at the moment, with only a few tea drinkers, all of whom were drinking their tea in silence.

Zhu Tao, a shop assistant, leaned against the door frame with a faded rag casually draped over his shoulder, looking rather bored.

He had just finished his early morning shift, and waves of drowsiness washed over him, causing him to yawn uncontrollably.

He opened his mouth wide, and a few drops of natural tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. Then he blinked hard, trying to force his eyelids open and fight off the overwhelming drowsiness.

Although this teahouse is a liaison point for the Red Party here, it only serves Su Mingzhe and does not conduct any intelligence exchange, so its security is very high.

Zhu Tao was struggling against sleepiness when a figure hurriedly approached from the other end of the street.

At first it was just a blurry outline, but as the distance closed, Zhu Tao stared intently and thought to himself:

Why does this person look so much like Comrade Songbai?

The thought had barely crossed his mind when he became alert, knowing he had to be extremely cautious and not reveal the slightest flaw.

So he gritted his teeth and forced himself to turn his head to the other side, pretending not to see the person coming, but his ears involuntarily perked up, paying attention to the movement.

"Hey buddy, brew me a pot of Xinyang Maojian tea."

A clear, slightly deep voice drifted over from afar. Upon hearing it, Zhu Tao's previously muddled mind instantly cleared, as if injected with a powerful stimulant. He immediately straightened his back, turned, and strode briskly into the shop, loudly responding:

"coming!"

The sound was loud and warm.

Upon hearing Su Mingzhe's voice, Sun Yang, the shopkeeper who had been sitting behind the counter fiddling with the abacus beads, stood up at just the right moment, straightened his somewhat old but clean and tidy robe, and walked out with a big smile on his face.

Su Mingzhe stepped across the threshold, casually scanning the teahouse before glancing at Sun Yang and jokingly saying with a smile:

"Shopkeeper, you really weren't lying to me. Before, when you boasted that your Xinyang Maojian tea was the most authentic in Chang'an, I was initially skeptical."

I took it home and tried it, and wow, the taste was so mellow and fragrant! Last time I took less, and it was all gone in no time.

This time, I'm going to buy a lot more to really satisfy my tea craving.

Sun Yang was a quick-witted man. Upon hearing this, he immediately understood and his smile widened as he quickly replied:

"You are a true connoisseur of tea. Only experts have the best eye for choosing tea. Why don't you go to the back and pick some yourself?"

As he spoke, he bent down, reached out, and deftly lifted the curtain leading to the inner room, gesturing for the others to enter.

Su Mingzhe nodded slightly and strode into the inner room with a calm expression.

Upon entering the room, the feigned ease he had displayed outside vanished, and there was no time for pleasantries. He went straight to the point, speaking with a serious expression:

"Comrade Sun Yang, we have just received reliable information that a Japanese unit, consisting of a battalion, is expected to arrive at Lushun Port in about half a month."

They were a biological warfare unit created by the Japanese in a madman. If they were allowed to successfully travel from Lushun Port to Fujian Province by ship, the consequences would be unimaginable, and the people along the route would suffer.

We absolutely cannot let them leave Lushun Port alive; we must wipe them out before they board the ship.

Sun Yang's smiling face instantly turned serious, his brows furrowing into a deep frown.

"A brigade, that's quite a lot of people."

Sun Yang frowned, his lips moved slightly, and he muttered a few words to himself.

He quickly calculated in his mind that a battalion of Japanese soldiers would have at least several hundred men, well-equipped and highly trained.

What's even more troublesome is that this is in enemy-occupied territory, where the Japanese have numerous informants and tight defenses, making it extremely difficult for our forces to maneuver. To annihilate them in one fell swoop is practically impossible.

Su Mingzhe noticed the difficulty in Sun Yang's expression, hesitated for a moment, and then added:

"The matter is urgent and cannot be delayed. Please inform the organization immediately."

A head-on confrontation with conventional troops to annihilate them would be far too difficult. Not only would troop movements risk alerting them, but breaking through the enemy's firepower would be a huge challenge.

He tapped the table lightly as he spoke, his eyes revealing a thoughtful glint:

"My idea is, could we tamper with the ship they leave on? No matter how vigilant the Japanese are, they might not be so wary of their own ships. If we find an opportunity to do something, we can make them too busy to take care of themselves. This would be much easier and more unexpected."

Sun Yang, who had been frowning, suddenly brightened up upon hearing this and exclaimed excitedly:

"Comrade Songbai, you really have a way with things! This move is brilliant, both subtle and catching them off guard."

"I'll report to the organization right away. We can't delay. We must make sure the Japanese devils' plot fails completely!"

"Okay, then it's up to you."

Su Mingzhe's expression was solemn, his eyes filled with trust and expectation. He spoke earnestly, raising his hand as he spoke and unconsciously patting Sun Yang's shoulder heavily.

Since the purpose of this visit is to buy tea, we must put on a good show.

Sun Yang turned and walked to the shelf filled with tea baskets. He bent down, his hands skillfully moving among the baskets, carefully selecting Xinyang Maojian tea leaves with even texture and tight strands, stuffing handful after handful into the prepared bag, muttering to himself:

"You know your stuff. Our Maojian tea is carefully sourced from Xinyang. The aroma and freshness are unmatched by any other brand."

Before long, the pot was filled with tea leaves. Just then, Zhu Tao walked briskly from the kitchen, carrying a pot of steaming hot tea with wisps of white vapor rising from it, and greeted him with a smile:

"Sir, your tea is here. It's freshly brewed, please have a taste."

Su Mingzhe smiled as he accepted the teacup, first inhaling the rising, rich aroma, then taking a small sip, letting the tea swirl on his tongue, before nodding in praise:

"Yes, your Xinyang Maojian tea is quite good. It's fragrant and flavorful, and the taste is authentic."

After sitting for a while longer and slowly finishing his tea, Su Mingzhe got up, straightened his clothes, and stepped out of the teahouse at a leisurely pace.

As his figure disappeared into the crowd, Sun Yang stared at the door with a solemn expression, clenched his fists, and turned to walk quickly toward the hidden compartment.