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

"Oh!"

Boss Dai slammed his right hand down hard on the exquisite teacup on the desk.

In an instant, the teacup shattered into pieces, piercing deep into Boss Dai's flesh.

Fresh blood gushed out of the wound, then dripped from between his fingers onto the desk.

The once pristine desktop was soon stained a glaring crimson.

However, Boss Dai seemed completely oblivious to the excruciating pain; his eyes were slightly red and glistening with tears.

His body trembled violently, a deep-seated grief and anger.

The more than one hundred agents at Songhu Station were his carefully trained subordinates and his brothers-in-arms.

Now, however, because of a traitor, the entire army has been wiped out.

For Boss Dai, this was tantamount to having a sharp dagger pierce straight into his heart.

His eyes were fixed on his secretary, and time seemed to freeze at that moment. Only the sound of dripping blood remained in the room, sounding exceptionally clear in the silence.

After a long pause, Boss Dai managed to squeeze out a few words from his almost choked throat, his voice hoarse:

"Go, bring Guo Tianlang's family here to be punished according to family rules. Let the people in the station see what happens to traitors."

While the principle of "a merciful general cannot command an army" is cruel, it can largely prevent spies from defecting and implicating more people.

As for right and wrong, merit and demerit, let future generations judge.

Subsequently, Boss Dai issued a series of measures regarding infiltration.

One of the rules is that the suspect must confess within 48 hours of being arrested, in which case family discipline will be enforced.

If he confesses after 48 hours, it will not be considered a defection, but rather a meritorious service, and his family will be treated well and protected by the Military Intelligence Investigation Department.

Then, Boss Dai realized the injury on his hand and removed the porcelain shards from his hand.

After rinsing for a while, I picked up some gauze and did a simple bandage.

But he remained absent-minded, his brow furrowed.

Songhu Station was, after all, a Class A station, with a special location and a particularly important status.

Now that the Songhu Station has been completely wiped out, it's time to find someone to take over.

Countless figures flashed through his mind like a slideshow, but he rejected them one by one.

It wasn't until a young face appeared in his mind that Boss Dai hesitated for a moment before finally making up his mind.

Sending Su Mingzhe to Shanghai was tantamount to putting him on the edge of a knife.

In truth, Boss Dai was also reluctant to send such an excellent agent into the clutches of the Japanese.

Leaving him in the rear will still allow him to play a significant role.

But right now, there's really no one available.

This young man is full of clever ideas and has a meticulous mind; he might have a surprising effect.

I was about to call someone from the telecommunications department, but I swallowed the words back down.

He should send such top-secret telegrams himself.

Inside Chang'an Station, the telecommunications department suddenly received a top-secret telegram, encrypted with a special codebook.

Only the site administrator has access to this special codebook.

Deputy Section Chief Huangfu picked up the telegram and went to the stationmaster's office.

He stood outside the door for a minute, organizing his thoughts, before finally knocking on the stationmaster's office door.

"Boom boom boom..."

The knocking was soft, but just loud enough for the person inside to hear.

This is a whole field of knowledge.

Or rather, in the entire Chang'an Station, only Su Mingzhe dared to knock loudly on the door.

"Enter."

The stationmaster's deep voice came from inside the room.

Deputy Section Chief Huangfu then walked into the office with the telegram in his hand.

The stationmaster's face was imposing without being angry, which made Huangfu feel a little uneasy.

Even after working with the station manager for so long, he still had an instinctive fear of him.

Putting these distracting thoughts aside, he began to speak:

"Station Chief, a top-secret telegram from the General Administration."

Huangfu presented the telegram with both hands, showing utmost respect.

Upon hearing this, the stationmaster nodded and said:

"Okay, I understand. You can go out now."

After Huangfu left, the stationmaster took out the key from his pocket, opened the drawer of his desk, and took out the codebook inside.

As soon as the drawer was opened, a very thin strand of hair floated down.

This proves that no one has opened the drawer during this period.

The stationmaster opened the codebook and deciphered the telegram word by word.

As the decryption progressed, he unconsciously swallowed hard, and his hand holding the pen trembled involuntarily.

Finally, he could barely hold a pen.

He was a seasoned veteran who had seen life and death many times, a hero who had rolled out of piles of corpses, but the contents of this telegram truly shocked him.

The entire Songhu Station perished, with no one spared; the deputy head of the intelligence section betrayed them.

Another piece of news was that Su Mingzhe was dispatched to be in charge of rebuilding the Songhu Station and to carry out the infiltration plan.

The agents sent to Shanghai this time were elite agents selected from all over the country, which was also for security reasons.

The fact that a large number of highly qualified personnel could infiltrate the same location at the same time would inevitably arouse suspicion from the Japanese puppet regime.

Moreover, if they knew each other, the tragedy at Shanghai Station could very well be repeated if just one of them were arrested.

So they simply assigned special agents to lie low for a period of time.

Even if someone was exposed, the Japanese would only arrest two or three agents, which wouldn't have much impact on the overall situation.

Once they had fully adapted to the environment of Shanghai and were no longer suspected by the enemy, they were reunited.

The specifics of the restructuring will be determined based on the situation at that time.

In addition to Su Mingzhe, four other slots were allocated to Chang'an Station this time.

With the situation already unavoidable, the station chief simply went to Su Mingzhe's office and walked in.

As soon as I entered, I saw Su Mingzhe reading a Japanese book.

"Mingzhe, you've done your homework very well."

The website administrator had heard about Su Mingzhe starting a Japanese language training class, and was now making the most of his time to read Japanese books.

Perhaps he had already prepared to lie in wait.

I hope I'm just overthinking it.

"Mingzhe, Boss Dai has personally ordered you to be in charge of reorganizing the Songhu Station. You can take four people with you."

"Just tell me who you like in the whole station, and I'll call you directly."

Su Mingzhe didn't hesitate at all and immediately named four people.

"Shen Bei, Luo Dayou, Xu Feng, Yan Yun."

Most importantly, the four of them were extremely loyal to him, which was essential for his future infiltration.

Seeing Su Mingzhe's confidence, the stationmaster felt much more at ease.

However, I still had to give them some advice.

After all, no elder would feel comfortable letting their younger generation go to the battlefield to risk their lives.

This parting may be forever.

"Mingzhe, the situation in Shanghai is complicated. You must be careful there."

I'm waiting for you to come back so we can celebrate our victory. I hope we'll meet again someday in this lifetime.

Come back safely.

"There will be a day like this."