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

Because Su Mingzhe seized a large number of codebooks, this provided valuable materials for the experts in the telecommunications department.

Based on these, they deduced some patterns in the Japanese telegrams.

Persistence pays off. After hundreds of people worked day and night on deduction and trial and error, they finally cracked the Japanese telegram code for the first time after the Japanese changed their codebook.

During this period, the Military Intelligence Investigation Department intercepted several important Japanese telegrams, causing considerable losses to the Japanese side.

The Japanese army also discovered that their telegrams had been cracked and urgently replaced their codebook.

If you crack my telegrams and arrest my intelligence team, I will send beautiful female agents to sleep with your high-ranking officials to extract intelligence. This is also a consistent practice of Japan.

The simpler the method, the more effective it is; there will always be some cunning individuals who control the big picture.

The two sides went back and forth like this, neither gaining the upper hand, with each side winning and losing.

This period lasted for about half a year until the latter half of that year, when war broke out.

Japan's wolfish ambitions could no longer be contained, and it launched a war under an extremely absurd pretext.

The flames of war swept across this vast land, causing immense suffering and leaving countless people displaced.

Su Mingzhe looked at all of this in the newspaper, feeling a mix of emotions.

A sense of powerlessness rose in his heart. Even though he was a time traveler and even though he had done his best, one person's strength was still no match for the rolling wheels of history.

He was ultimately too insignificant.

Due to the significant disparity in military strength and insufficient personnel training, the frontline battles were unsuccessful.

For a time, a gloomy and desolate atmosphere prevailed.

Even many people at Chang'an Station remained pessimistic.

However, the members of the Action Section were highly motivated and were not affected by the setbacks at the front.

This is perhaps the confidence that Su Mingzhe has built up over the past year by leading them to unstoppable success.

With few field missions recently, Su Mingzhe has been working overtime to train his elite agents in Japanese.

Besides the foundation Su Mingzhe had built from watching Japanese movies in the past, his spoken English has become quite good after six months of intensive training.

The spoken English skills of the other agents in the training program also improved significantly.

Fluent conversation may be impossible, but understanding is no problem at all.

Since the Japanese language instructor hired by Su Mingzhe had studied in Kyoto, the group of them also specifically studied Kyoto's history and culture.

Maybe it will come in handy someday.

Su Mingzhe had a premonition that this day wouldn't be too late.

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In the dark, damp, and blood-soaked interrogation room of the Songhu Special Higher Police, a battered man covered in blood was tightly bound to a cold interrogation rack with heavy ropes.

The Japanese soldiers carrying out the execution, their faces contorted in a ferocious and twisted expression, slowly walked toward the red-hot branding iron.

The branding iron gleamed a chilling red light in the dim light. He suddenly grabbed the branding iron and, with a fierce force, pressed it down hard on the man's chest where the skin was already torn and bleeding.

Instantly, the hot iron block made close contact with the man's skin, producing a hissing sound.

A pungent, burnt smell and a disgusting meaty aroma quickly filled the air.

The man's body trembled violently, veins bulged on his forehead, and large beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks, yet he gritted his teeth and refused to utter a single sound of begging for mercy.

"Yo-ho, two hours already, you're doing great."

A Japanese officer stood by with his arms crossed, coldly observing the scene.

A barely perceptible hint of admiration flickered in his eyes.

Despite the fact that the man before him was their enemy, he couldn't help but feel a sense of respect for these men of principle.

However, despite their respect, they will not hesitate to use any ruthless methods to obtain intelligence.

Then, he slightly raised his chin and gestured to the Japanese guard beside him.

Immediately afterwards, the two soldiers behind him sprang into action.

They brought over a dilapidated and stained bench, and four heavy bricks.

The soldiers roughly tied the man's legs tightly to the chair, and then one of them bent down and began adding bricks to the man's feet, one by one.

With each piece added, a piercing pain shot through the man's leg joints, causing his body to shake violently.

As any reader who can walk knows, a person's legs are bent backward.

The design of the tiger bench is inherently contrary to human physiology.

The hard bench and binding devices served only one purpose—to forcefully pull the victim's legs forward in an extremely barbaric manner.

With each additional brick, the leg bones and ligaments suffer under immense pressure.

When the fourth brick was added, a sharp pain surged through me.

His consciousness began to waver in extreme pain, and he almost fainted.

The man was struggling painfully inside. He had once thought he could face death calmly, but this endless torment was like a leech, gnawing away at his will little by little.

His mental defenses crumbled at that moment, and in utter despair, he weakly uttered, "I confess, I confess..."

These words were spoken with a voice full of resentment and pain.

"I am Guo Yulang, deputy head of the intelligence section of the Songhu Station of the Military Intelligence Investigation Division..."

He rattled off the names of over a hundred people in one breath, effectively wiping out the entire team of agents at the Songhu Station.

The current Military Intelligence Investigation Department is still very inexperienced, especially lacking in infiltration experience.

In hindsight, it was a completely outrageous mistake, but at the time almost no one noticed it.

The increasingly rich experience in infiltration is all learned by stepping on the bones of predecessors.

This is both a limitation of the times and a tragedy of the times.

Upon hearing so many names, the Japanese officer in charge of the interrogation grinned.

He clapped his hands and said:

"Yoshi, Guo Sang, congratulations, you have gained the right to live."

As soon as the officer finished speaking, the Japanese soldiers next to him stepped forward and untied Guo Yulang.

Hearing the Japanese officer in front of him say that he could live, Guo Yulang felt no joy at all.

His eyes were filled with bitterness, and he kept cursing himself for not being human.

However, he was finally freed and no longer had to suffer that endless torment.

Because he was put on the tiger bench, Guo Yulang was temporarily unable to stand.

He was carried out of the interrogation room by two Japanese guards to receive treatment.

This was the first time he had made a contribution since he arrived here, and it was a great contribution.

The Japanese officer smiled knowingly.

He also wants to become a hero like Watanabe!

Then he summoned a guard.

The Japanese officer's eyes hardened, and he uttered a few words:

"Assemble the team, make the arrest!"