Spy game? Stop guessing, I really am an undercover agent!

Chapter 207 The Blunt Knife Plan
"Intelligence?" Yoko Minami stood up, took the intelligence report, and looked it over.

"Director Zuo, you did a great job. You were able to deliver such important intelligence to the Special Higher Police in such a timely manner. It seems that you are a friend of ours."

Matsui Yokoji said sarcastically, "I just wonder if Lord Kagesa would be angry if he knew what you did?"

Zuo Mingquan was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled awkwardly, "Section Chief Matsui, Major Nantian, I have already reported this intelligence to Director Chen."

"Director Chen believes that since you are currently interrogating Xue Lian and Lao Zhong, the major instructions mentioned in this intelligence report are likely related to these two people."

"That's why Director Chen ordered me to send the intelligence to the Special Higher Police for you to handle."

"If there's nothing else, I'll head back now."

"Director Zuo, please don't rush." ​​Nan Tian stood up, leaned forward slightly, and placed his hands on the desk: "The Special Higher Police are a bit short-staffed."

"The next task will require some assistance from the Nanjing Special Service Committee."

"I wonder if Director Zuo could make an arrangement?"

Zuo Mingquan immediately patted his chest and said, "Major Nantian, as long as the Imperial Army needs us, the Special Service Department will do everything in its power, even if it means going through fire and water."

Yoko Nanta nodded and gave a charming smile: "I greatly appreciate Director Zuo's attitude, so thank you in advance."

Zuo Mingquan's heart began to race; this Japanese girl was actually quite attractive.
"Then I'll take my leave first."

Yoko Nanta bowed slightly and said, "Director Zuo, please take care."

Watching Zuo Mingquan's departing figure, Nantian Yangzi's lips curled into a slight smile as she pushed the intelligence Zuo Mingquan had delivered in front of Matsui Yokoji. "Matsui-kun, what do you think?"

Matsui Yokoji glanced at the writing above, his eyes revealing not excitement, but a deep sense of worry.

Something's not right.

“The Red Party previously sent a special envoy to oversee the work, and now they have suddenly sent someone of the same rank.”

"The time is too short. If it's true, then it means that they don't agree on rescuing Lao Zhong and Xue Lian from our clutches."

"This seems very unprofessional for a mature organization."

"Moreover, the timing is too coincidental."

"We just missed our target, and now another piece of information of this importance is being sent over."

"This is practically tailor-made for us; the implication is too strong, it doesn't make sense."

"The most important point is that we still cannot determine whether the failure of the last operation was due to the exposure of our insides or because the Red Party changed the location at the last minute."

"If it was because of an exposed informant, they used an informant to pass on false information last time, and in fact they had already sent out the information they had."

"At this point, they shouldn't have any very important intelligence."

Nantian nodded slightly: "So, Matsui-kun means that this information is unreliable."

Matsui Yokoji was silent for a moment, then nodded: "At least that's what I think."

After saying that, Matsui Yokoji gave Minamida a meaningful look: "I suppose Major Minamida thinks so too."

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have said those things to Zuo Mingquan just now."

Nantian laughed and said, "Matsui-kun has a keen eye for observation. That's right, I also think this intelligence report is too obviously staged."

"Those Chinese really think our Special Higher Police are so easy to fool."

“They can easily fabricate a false intelligence report, create some kind of special envoy, and we’ll be led by the nose.”

"This is a gross underestimation of our capabilities."

"The Special Higher Police can develop tens of thousands of subordinates in China, and that's not just something they talk about."

Matsui Yokoji nodded in agreement: "Major Minamida, do you already have a plan?"

Yoko Nanada chuckled, "I was just worried about how to get them to come to me on their own initiative. This is a good opportunity."

"They're not trying to lure us in; we might as well play along."

"Matsui-kun, you're in charge of the news from Old Zhong's side."

"Zuo Mingquan and I put on a show for them, making them think that our main force had been transferred away."

“Once their team enters the ambush area, let’s see how they escape.”

Office of the Chief of the Land Transportation Section, Southern Transportation Department, Shanghai.

Chen Yang carefully reviewed the dispatch order, signed his name and stamped it with the Land Transportation Department's seal, and then handed the dispatch order to Li Ningyu.

"Secretary Li, send the dispatch order to Ino-kun's office. This is the 11th Army's supply for February. It cannot be delayed."

"Yes, sir." Li Ningyu nodded and walked out of the office.

Chen Yang got up and stretched his wrists and waist. He had been staying at Elsa's house for the past few days, using work as an excuse.

It wasn't that he was afraid to go home, but rather, it was just too annoying.
Lin Zonghan seemed determined to tie him to Shen Qingyao, and Chen Yang really didn't have much interest in this young girl who hadn't even graduated from university.

Lin Zonghan kept talking about marrying a virtuous wife, and Shen Qingyao was kind-hearted, good-looking, and the daughter of Shen Xingshan, who could help him in his career.

Chen Yang scoffed. What could a leader of the Eight-Legged Party possibly help him with? Besides, Shen Qingyao wasn't as obedient as he made her out to be; the little girl had long been under the watchful eye of the Jinling Special Service Committee.

Last time, he used his position as a superior to force people out. If he gets solid evidence later, he might be dragged down with him too.

A knock sounded on the door, and Chen Yang said gently, "Come in."

Zuo Mingquan pushed open the office door, bowed and said, "Director Chen, the intelligence has been delivered to the Special Higher Police."

"However, Major Nantian hopes that we can cooperate with them in the arrest operation."

"Hmm?" Chen Yang frowned slightly. It seemed that Nan Tian was not so easy to fool.

After Zhu Yeqing transmitted this information, Chen Yang clearly sensed that something was wrong.

The design is too obviously influenced by tradition.

Previously, intelligence from Zhuyeqing claimed that the Southern Bureau of the Red Party had dispatched a special envoy codenamed "King of Spades" to oversee the rescue operation of Lao Zhong and Xue Lian.

It's only been a few days, and another special envoy has appeared. This clearly doesn't make sense in intelligence work.

Moreover, just as the previous intelligence report from Zhu Yeqing had gone wrong, leaving the Special Higher Police officers empty-handed, a second top-secret intelligence report immediately emerged.

They even specified that Zhuyeqing should receive it. Please, there are so many scammers in the world, how many fools would fall for it?

Chen Yang didn't know what the comrade in charge of this plan was thinking; it was a huge underestimation of the vigilance of a veteran intelligence worker.

He originally thought that Zuo Mingquan, that idiot, would drag Nantian down with him, but now it seems that Nantian didn't fall for it.

She was also verifying the authenticity of this information, or rather, she had already determined that the information was false.

So, what are her plans next?
"Has Zhuyeqing made any requests?" Chen Yang pondered for a moment before posing a question.

“He wants some money,” Zuo Mingquan answered honestly.

"Trying to run away?" Chen Yang wasn't surprised, but he wasn't going to let him get away so easily.

Even if the organization can forgive him, Chen Yang has no intention of letting him off the hook.

"The mission was only half completed, why is he running away?"

Chen Yang tapped the table lightly with his right hand: "Tell him that money is not a problem, but we need to get the personnel list of the Shanghai underground transportation station."

"Director Zuo, as you know, Lord Yingzuo gave me three months. I want to hold onto this position."

"So, you have to find a way to get everything out of this person's belly."

"If I can achieve that, I'll take the position of deputy director of the Jinling Special Service Committee."

Zuo Mingquan felt a surge of hot blood.

The director of the Jinling Special Service Committee was only a mid-level cadre; if one reached the position of deputy director, it would be a completely different story.

Chen Yang doesn't focus much on intelligence agencies. If he can become the deputy director, he will become one of the main leaders of the intelligence agency.

The Shanghai Stock Exchange is like their own private territory; they can do whatever they want with it.

"Please rest assured, Director Chen, I will definitely find a way to make him tell me everything he knows."

Chen Yang nodded slightly and said, "However, Director Zuo, we should be more gentle in our approach. If we can avoid a complete breakdown in relations, we should try our best to avoid it."

"There's no need to resort to violence when money can solve the problem; otherwise, it will be difficult to carry out the persuasion work in the future."

"Others will think we are fickle and treacherous people, which will have a bad influence."

"Of course, of course," Zuo Mingquan nodded repeatedly, assuring everyone that if Zhu Yeqing only wanted money, he would definitely find a way to resolve the issue.

Finally, he asked one more question: "Director Chen, what did Major Nantian tell you?"

"Oh, so you're asking me to help arrest someone?" Chen Yang hesitated for a moment, then said, "Since the higher-ups have given instructions, then you should do as they say."

"However, I still have to remind you, just don't cause me any trouble."

Zuo Mingquan immediately assured him, "I understand, and I will definitely keep your teachings in mind."

Shanghai, French Concession, abandoned warehouse of Darong Cotton Yarn Factory.

This cotton mill was once a microcosm of Shanghai's national industry, but now only ruins remain.

The massive brick factory building, like the skeleton of a prehistoric beast whose internal organs have been removed, lay silently in the night.

The shattered glass window, like a dark, gaping eye socket, stares into the darkness.

The air was filled with the musty smell of rotting cotton and the metallic smell of rusty machinery.

The moonlight was occasionally torn apart by the thick, dark clouds, casting a pale, fleeting glow that added to the eerie atmosphere. (Wrong)
The complex warehouses, abandoned tracks, and mountains of broken spindles and cloth formed a huge maze.

Led by Nakamura Isamu of the Special Higher Police's Second Action Team, a six-man elite team, dressed in black night clothes for easy movement, and relying on their superb stealth skills, managed to sneak into the heart of the warehouse district ahead of time, undetected by the Jinling Special Service Committee personnel on the periphery!
"Reporting to Lieutenant Mura, we've found some signs of human activity here." A team member, with a tactical flashlight in his mouth, crouched down and looked at the footprints left on the ground.

“The traces are well preserved, so it can’t be too old,” Nakamura said in a deep voice. “Continue the search and see if there are any other discoveries…”

(End of this chapter)