Republic of China: Ace Pilot

Chapter 204, Section 203: The Destruction of the Japanese Biological Base in Progress; Anti-Japanese United Army and Survivors of Human Experimentation

During the special agent training, Fang Wen specifically instructed Professor Elfman Parks to teach some human experimentation techniques.

When they heard that the Japanese army was actually using living Chinese people for experiments, these hot-blooded young people were immediately outraged.

This is something that ordinary people can't bear, let alone them.

Just as a shouting match was about to break out, Fang Wen spoke up to stop it.

"Stop. Have you forgotten what the instructors said during training: 'Don't let your emotions control you; adaptability is the way.' How can you go to the Northeast with peace of mind if you act like this?"

The British instructor's original words were to hide one's true feelings and never reveal them. Fang Wen changed it to an Eastern expression, which is easier to accept.

The classroom fell silent instantly.

Fang Wen pointed to the map and continued.

"The Japanese army has set up a heavily guarded camp here, which is known as Zhongmabao. I will lead you to parachute into the suburbs of Harbin. After landing, you should first try to obtain local identities, and then consider spying on Zhongmabao. In addition, I will select an intelligence agent to be responsible for reporting the situation and receiving and transmitting instructions for subsequent operations."

The members of Taishan Aviation Special Operations Department carefully recorded Fang Wen's account. This information could only be presented in this classroom and would be burned afterward, existing only in their memories.

While everyone was memorizing the operation details, Fang Wen walked over to Wu Yingzong.

“Come out with me, and you’ll be the intelligence agent.”

Wu Yingzong followed Fang Wen to Shao Sishen's office.

Fang Wen stared at Wu Yingzong: "The five of you were valued by the Thief Sect and recruited as disciples to be carefully taught. I know you are all orphans, but you are a bit special. You fled from the Northeast, right?"

Wu Yingzong nodded with a sorrowful expression: "Two years ago, after the September 18 Incident, my family and I fled to the interior of China by boat. We were bombarded at sea by Japanese warships, and everyone on board perished at sea. My father, mother, sister, and brother all died. I was lucky; my clothes were hanging on the deck, and the waves carried me to the shore. I begged my way to Shanghai to survive. It was my master who saved me and gave me a new life."

"Do you hate the Japanese army?" Fang Wen asked.

“Hate, I hate not only the army, I hate them all.” Wu Yingzong’s eyes blazed with hatred, a hatred that was deeply rooted.

"Alright, the duties of an intelligence agent are now in your hands. You know the importance of this job; you must protect yourself first and not act rashly. No matter how much you hate someone, you must complete the mission. Can you do that?" Fang Wen asked seriously.

Wu Yingzong didn't reply directly, but instead asked, "I just want to know, what will happen to the Japanese there after the mission is completed?"

“Zhongmabao?” Fang Wen’s expression turned cold. “It will no longer exist, including the Japanese inside. I will make those people pay with their lives for the innocent victims.”

Wu Yingzong loved this reply.

He readily accepted and then followed Fang Wen to learn how to compile pinyin secret codes and how to use radio wave positioning devices.

The Taishan Aviation Operations Department has been established, the mission in Northeast China has been confirmed, and there are still final preparations to be made.

If the operation fails, we need a backup plan.

Fang Wen didn't believe that the special operations team members he had trained in a month would have the strong will to keep the secret.

Therefore, other methods must be used to compensate for this deficiency.

If the operation fails, or some members are arrested, the members are not required to strictly maintain secrecy, but they must not reveal Taishan Airlines' involvement. Therefore, if arrested, they can reveal specially prepared identities.

This is Fang Wen's self-protection strategy.

Once members of an operation are arrested, it's better to plan an escape route for them in advance rather than trusting their loyalty.

What is the way out?

With multiple intelligence agent identities, and under the halo of these identities, no one would care about the connection to Taishan Airlines.

To achieve this, money alone is not enough; you also need connections.

The solution was found through Elfman Parks, a retired instructor from MI6.

Although he has retired, many of his colleagues continue to work for British intelligence agencies.

To this end, Fang Wen had in-depth communication with Elfman Parks.

Fang house.

Fang Wen and his wife Kuang Mingzhu hosted Elfman Parks.

We were drinking gin, a favorite spirit of the British. This strong spirit with its distinctive aroma is one of the few strong spirits that suits the British taste.

Moreover, it was an original London-made gin that was brought from the UK by someone from the international routes branch of Taishan Airlines.

After a few drinks, Elfman Parks became more talkative.

“That’s not how we drink it where I’m from. I’ll teach you how to make liqueur.”

"What negative influence?" Fang Wen asked with a smile. At this point, it was best to let the other party speak, as this would be more conducive to the conversation that followed.

Elfman Parks laughed as he revealed his liqueur recipe.

Sweet and sour strawberries and citrus, plus sugar, cream, and lemon.

"So sweet!" Fang Wen frowned. He couldn't get used to the taste, but Kuang Mingzhu seemed interested.

But none of these materials are available now.

Elfman Parks regretfully revealed the second recipe: dried lavender flowers, gin, sugar, and water. After sealing and letting it sit for a week to a month, the lavender aroma will dissolve in the alcohol, and then it will be successful.

China doesn't have lavender, but it has roses, which have an even better fragrance. Fang Wen smiled and said to Kuang Mingzhu, "Why don't you make liqueur with rose petals? It might taste pretty good."

“Yes, then I’ll go and prepare the materials with Chuncao and Qiuju. You two continue chatting.” Kuang Mingzhu got up and left, leaving Fang Wen and Elfman Parks to have a private conversation.

Picking up his glass, Fang Wen asked, "Parker, I'd like to hire you long-term as the company's security chief."

Elfman Parks, his drunkenness subsiding, replied, "I can't let money override the confidentiality agreement I signed upon retirement."

"Probably not," Fang Wen listed:

"Does the confidentiality code state that you cannot work for me?"

Elfman Parks shook his head.

"Does the confidentiality rules state that you can't introduce former colleagues to a businessman for dinner?"

Elfman Parks shook his head again and asked, "General Manager, I know that Easterners are good at being tactful in their communication, but I'm really not used to this style of communication. Could you be more direct?"

Since the other party wanted to be direct, Fang Wen was direct as well.

"I want to use money to make some friends and get some help and support without violating their principles. For example, those people you teach are willing to join the British Far East intelligence station, serve it, and provide intelligence on Japan."

Elfman Parks was surprised!
In his view, those trainees were excellent; they were definitely special agents.

Joining the British intelligence service would greatly enhance intelligence work in the Far East.

But he also understood Fang Wen's intention: to use the name of the British Far East intelligence station to do some things of his own.

Elfman Parks weighed the pros and cons in this regard.

Fang Wen continued, “I have no conflict of interest with you. To you, I am just a businessman, and my motherland, China, cannot have any influence on Britain’s global situation. On the contrary, Japan has already extended its sharpened claws, ready to tear apart the existing order. Therefore, we should be partners and friends. Friends should benefit each other. I will help you obtain intelligence on the Japanese, and you will provide my operatives with identity protection.”

Elfman Parks agrees with this view. Currently, there is no conflict between Britain and China, but Japan does have some problems. Judging from the September 18 Incident, the January 28 Incident, and the Great Wall Resistance, the Japanese desires are constantly expanding, and they are likely to have conflicts of interest with Britain in the future.

At that moment, Fang Wen picked up a leather suitcase from under the table and opened it.

It was full of pounds sterling, in five-pound and ten-pound denominations.

This money eventually tempted Elfman Parks. A retired MI6 instructor, Elfman Parks had connections; as long as the money was right and they could genuinely provide intelligence on the Japanese, the head of MI6's Far East station wouldn't mind recruiting a group of peripheral intelligence agents.

And he would actually send these peripheral intelligence agents to the Northeast to conduct intelligence gathering work.

It can be said that the mission was accomplished, which was also a great achievement for the British Far East intelligence station.

Now that he has a way out, Fang Wen can begin to act.

3 month 26 day.

The Taishan Aviation Special Operations Team members are fully equipped and ready to go.

Each person's basic equipment included: 3 kilograms of marching rations, 2 liters of water, 40 kilograms of parachute, a pistol, a tactical short shovel, a map, and 200 silver dollars for the operation.

In addition to these basic equipment items, there is also team equipment: telegraph machine, radio wave transmitter, sniper rifle, explosives, napalm and hand grenades.

These equipment will be carried by relevant personnel and distributed during future operations.

At 3 p.m., they entered the Taishan No. 1 hangar and boarded the plane.

On the plane, Fang Wen gave his final instructions: "Remember, be careful, don't be complacent, keep in touch every day, and report the situation on time."

The team members echoed in unison.

Fang Wen nodded, entered the cockpit, and drove Taishan-1 out of the hangar, heading towards Jinan.

The Taishan No. 1, loaded with cigarettes and medicinal herbs, landed at Jinan Airport at 5 o'clock. Sun Debiao, the manager of the aviation distribution company, brought people to unload the cargo. He did not allow the workers to board the plane, but instead had two disguised members of the operation unload the cargo on the plane, while the others remained hidden in the cabin.

After unloading the cargo and putting the plane into the warehouse, it seemed like today's work was over.

At 8 p.m., as darkness fell, a quiet operation took place inside the airport.

Sun Debiao and Fang Shouxin turned on the runway lights to guide Taishan-1 out of the hangar. The aircraft entered the runway and gradually accelerated towards high altitude.

Fang Wen piloted an F-220 night bomber high in the sky, the Chinese mainland dotted with stars under the night sky.

The plane crossed the Bohai Bay, passed Shenyang and Changchun, and arrived in Harbin after more than four hours.

It was already 1 o'clock in the morning.

Harbin is sparsely lit, and the area below is dim.

Fang Wen controlled the aircraft to circle at high altitude, but did not issue an airdrop order.

He had to determine the exact drop zone; otherwise, if these operatives landed in the city, they would become prisoners delivered to the Japanese army.

The location of Zhongmabao appeared in Fang Wen's mind, and he wondered what method he could use to pinpoint it.

Zhongmabao is located southeast of Harbin, near a railway. These landmarks, when viewed from the sky, form a unique shape, much like the Great Wall viewed from above.

He gradually adjusted the plane's circling position, searching in the southeast direction of Harbin.

Half an hour later, at 1:30 a.m., the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, revealing the bright moon.

Moonlight poured down, covering the earth.

Although the light was not strong, it made Fang Wen, who was in a human-machine integrated state, see more clearly.

He saw it.

There is a group of buildings next to a railway.

There were barracks surrounding the area, as well as buildings arranged in a grid pattern resembling a prison.

That should be Zhongmabao!

The layout of the buildings alone reveals the heavy security of this place.

Of course, an airdrop was not an option here. Fang Wen turned the aircraft around and flew westward, only issuing the order when the area was in the wilderness dozens of kilometers away.

"Prepare for airdrop."

Everyone stood up and lined up in the cabin. Pan Jiafeng, the co-pilot, also came to the rear cabin and waited by the door.

Fang Wen lowered the fuselage, descending to an altitude of 1000 meters.

This altitude wasn't the lowest possible drop altitude, but any lower would definitely attract ground attention. Therefore, Fang Wen immediately called out, "Begin the jump."

Pan Jiafeng immediately opened the hatch.

The 11 members of the action team lined up, filed out, and jumped.

They counted silently in their minds, from one to eight, with each pause lasting a steady one second.

At the eighth second, the parachute pull ring was simultaneously deployed.

At this point, the altitude was already around 500 meters.

At an altitude of 500 meters, the parachutes were deployed, and the 11 people quietly circled and descended in the air.

Not long after, the first person landed successfully. He immediately collected the parachute, held it in his arms, and looked for his companions nearby.

Amidst the chirping of birds, the team members established contact with each other.

They gathered together, dug a pit to bury the parachute, and then walked to nearby villages and towns.

For them, the primary task at present is to complete their infiltration, and only then can they explore the secrets of Zhongmabao.

Meanwhile, the Taishan-1 spacecraft in the sky returned to Jinan.

After a four-hour flight, we arrived back in Jinan at 5 p.m. in Ningcheng.

After the plane landed, Fang Wen was unable to fall asleep.

He was very worried about the safety of the team. Had they landed successfully? Had they encountered any problems during the subsequent operations?

These concerns cannot be answered today; they can only be addressed during the regular telegram communication time at 8:30 PM.

There was no response when I tried to contact them on the first night.

There was still nothing the second night.

Just when Fang Wen thought something had happened, he finally got a call back on the third night.

The ticking sound of electricity came through the headphones, forming Morse code.

Fang Wen recorded it and then translated it into a telegram.

[All is well. The reason I couldn't return calls the past two days was mainly due to an encounter with the local anti-Japanese coalition. Now the misunderstanding has been cleared up, and we have also received important news from the coalition.]

According to members of the Northeast Anti-Japanese United Army, among the newly recruited anti-Japanese personnel, seven were survivors of human experiments who had escaped from Zhongmabao. It was through these seven individuals that the United Army learned of the atrocities committed by the Japanese, and therefore they prepared to organize a military operation to strike Zhongmabao.

As Fang Wen read the telegram, he pondered the fact that there were survivors who had escaped from Zhongmabao. This was important; they were key witnesses.

As for the Northeast Anti-Japanese United Army's attack on Zhongmabao, given their strength, it was impossible for them to destroy Zhongmabao; in fact, it might alert the enemy.

He immediately called back:
[Find a way to stop the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces' offensive, tell them we're here to expose the Japanese atrocities, and wait until the evidence is collected before we unite to destroy Zhongmabao.]

After the telegram was sent, there was nothing Fang Wen could do. He was really hoping that things would go smoothly in the Northeast so that the Japanese biological and chemical experimental base could be completely destroyed.

(End of this chapter)