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

For Watanabe Kazuya, all that matters is that he and Su Mingzhe live.

As for the others, their lives or deaths are none of his concern.

Su Mingzhe has now become a major threat to the Special Higher Police, and the entire Special Higher Police wants to get rid of him as soon as possible, which is very necessary to boost morale.

For Su Mingzhe's safety, Watanabe Kazuya decided to do him a favor and provided him with a set of pictures.

They insisted that Xu Zhi's portrait was of Su Mingzhe.

Once the Special Higher Police succeeded, they wouldn't bother with a "dead man" anymore.

However, only he knew about this, and he didn't intend to tell anyone else, including Su Mingzhe.

At this moment, Su Mingzhe was frantically searching for the reason why Xu Zhi was assassinated, and whether the four Japanese spies had any accomplices.

However, after a whole day, they still found nothing.

There was nothing he could do; all the clues had broken down, and he was like a headless fly, with no way to start investigating.

The station manager is already aware of this matter.

The stationmaster was furious and ordered the arrest of the platoon leader in charge of guarding the city gate, accusing him of being a Japanese spy.

Neglecting their duties, they allowed four Japanese spies to brazenly bring weapons into the city.

Sending them to the military court would also result in execution by firing squad.

The result was the same, except that the station chief bypassed the military law department, and no one said anything.

Or rather, no one dared to say anything.

This can be considered as venting Xu Zhi's anger.

The Military Intelligence Investigation Service is notorious for protecting its own, which is also a way of winning over subordinates.

Su Mingzhe dragged his tired body home and, as usual, turned on the radio to listen to the news.

First came a jumble of busy signals, then a middle-aged man's voice came through the radio.

The Japanese biological warfare unit was completely annihilated in Lushun Port before dawn today.

Their actions are outrageous; they violate international conventions, this is...

The specific details of the operation have not been disclosed, and how Su Mingzhe managed to do it is also unknown, but that is no longer important.

Hearing this, Su Mingzhe finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He had been living in fear for far too long, and finally got the answer he wanted.

The fact that the Japanese military has developed and used biological and chemical weapons has now been made public, which has had a serious impact on their own morale.

The international community was outraged and strongly condemned Japan.

Su Mingzhe pressed the button on the radio and relaxed back in his chair.

He deserves great credit for this.

Killing these hundreds of beasts will save thousands or even tens of thousands of people because of him.

Suddenly, a strong sense of pride and honor welled up within me.

This is far greater than any of his previous achievements.

He is a hero hidden in the shadows.

For the first time ever, Su Mingzhe took out a bottle of high-end red wine from the cupboard.

This was a gift from Qian Kun.

Su Mingzhe had originally planned to give it to Li Qi in a few days, but now it seemed unnecessary, so he used it on Li Qi's behalf.

Anyway, Li Qi's injury hasn't fully healed yet, so patients should drink less alcohol.

Su Mingzhe picked up the bottle opener and awkwardly aimed it at the cork on the bottle stopper.

He applied gentle force, and as the bottle opener went deeper and deeper, the cork began to loosen slowly. Finally, with a "pop," Su Mingzhe successfully opened the wooden stopper.

In an instant, a rich and alluring aroma quickly spread and filled the kitchen.

However, since Su Mingzhe neither drinks nor drinks alcohol in his daily life, his home naturally does not have any wine glasses or other drinking vessels that could enhance the drinking experience.

Looking at the empty corner of the wine cabinet, Su Mingzhe shook his head helplessly.

A sense of regret welled up in my heart; the elegant ritual that drinking should have been in this situation was indeed lacking.

After a brief moment of thought, Su Mingzhe decisively picked up a small ceramic bowl and slowly poured the wine into it.

He picked up the small bowl, gently swirled it, and watched the wine residue clinging to the sides of the bowl.

Then he leaned closer, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath of the intoxicating fragrance before slowly bringing the small bowl to his lips and taking a small sip.

Let the wine slowly spread on your tongue, savor its flavor, and feel the unique sensation of the warm liquid sliding down your throat.

It lacks the spiciness of baijiu, but has a gentler feel.

Su Mingzhe isn't much of a wine connoisseur, but this bottle of red wine is indeed delicious.

Why didn’t I notice it before?

Then, unsurprisingly, Su Mingzhe leaned back in his chair and fell fast asleep.

Red wine may not seem like much at first, but it has a strong aftereffect. Someone like Su Mingzhe, a weakling, only deserves to sit at the same table as Wangcai.

......

"You bastards! You should all commit seppuku to atone for your sins and comfort the spirits of my hundreds of warriors in heaven!"

Seemingly realizing that his words were somewhat inappropriate, the white-haired man continued to roar:

"Baka! Seppuku is reserved for samurai. You bunch of good-for-nothings don't even deserve to commit seppuku, you baka!"

"Hai."

The officers below kept their heads down, not daring to breathe, for fear that they might be disemboweled on the spot by the enraged major general in front of them.

What a joke, who wants to die when they can live?

Please refer to Kazuya Watanabe.

The white-haired man grabbed a water glass and threw it at the colonel in the middle.

Instantly, the officer in front of him was bleeding from a head wound.

Warm blood slowly flowed down his forehead.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came, perhaps because shards of glass had entered the wound.

But the officer didn't even dare to cover his wound, and kept responding with "Wash it, wash it."

His back was bent even more, and his head was lowered even further.

The major general was in a fit of rage, unleashing a torrent of powerful energy that made the entire conference room his domain.

Apart from him, no one dared to speak up.

Just as he continued typing, the phone rang.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and then answered the phone.

As soon as I answered the phone, a furious roar came from the other end.

"Baka! You piece of trash! Is this how you serve the Emperor?"

The person on the other end of the phone cursed at him for a full hour.

This incident has had a very negative impact, and the public opinion surrounding it is very strong, especially in Manchuria, where the reaction has been particularly severe.

The major general swallowed hard, constantly wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

Before he knew it, his back was already soaked with sweat.

He dared not refute, nor could he refute, so he could only wait for the person on the other end of the phone to finish cursing.

Finally, the busy tone came from the other end of the phone, and the major general hung up.

At that moment, a sharp pain shot through his back, making it difficult for him to straighten up.

Only then did he realize that his back had unconsciously bent forward.

The magnitude was even greater than that of the previous colonel.

This went on for a full hour, and he only realized it now.

It's already considered a traditional skill.