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

Chapter 214 What exactly is the intelligence?

The car drove through Rue Foch and arrived near the upscale residential area of ​​the French Concession. To sever ties with his family, Lin Xueli deliberately broke off relations and then moved into a luxury apartment in the French Concession with his family.

This place is very close to the police station. If the Japanese discover his identity, the police station can provide some assistance and buy him some time.

The driver was Seiichi Takada from the Transportation Division, an honest Japanese man.

The two didn't exchange any words along the way, but Lin Xueli instinctively sensed something was off from Chen Yang's tone.

Given Chen Yang's intelligence, it could be said that it was a coincidence that he was captured by the Jinling Special Service Committee the first time, and it could be said that it was an accident that he was captured by the Special Higher Police the second time.

And now that he's appeared near the crime scene again, even if Lin Xueli has done his homework, Chen Yang still won't believe that he's simply going to meet a client.

There aren't that many coincidences in the world, especially not for a director of a secret service. How could he possibly believe in such things as coincidences?

But why does Chen Yang keep defending me? Is it really because of friendship?
In an instant, Lin Xueli felt that Chen Yang had become an absolute stranger.
Shanghai, Special Higher Police.

Koyama Yukiteru moved all the items confiscated from the safe house by the Nanjing Special Service Committee back to headquarters.

All the agents in the investigation team worked through the night organizing the items they had brought back from the safe house.

They took everything, from books and changes of clothes to even the potted plants in the safe house.

After emptying the soil from the flowerpots, I carefully sifted it through the soil.
"Major Minamida, we've checked twice already. We haven't found anything." The head of the investigation team, Yokoji Matsui, sounded somewhat frustrated.

So many people worked all night.

It was almost dawn outside, but they hadn't found a single clue. Even though they were certain there was a secret here, they really couldn't figure out what that secret was.

Old Zhong doesn't have many possessions; most of them are books.

Yoko Nanada's gaze slowly swept over the books, which covered a wide variety of subjects: essays, poems, political treatises, introductions to capital, and even some revolutionary books.
"Did you find anything in the book?" Nantian hesitated for a moment before asking.

It's worth noting that during the office debate, Chen Yang argued that the Red Party might have hidden information in books.

If what he said is true, could there be any clues in these books?

"Sorry, nothing unusual is apparent at the moment."

Yoko Minamida's face darkened. Just then, Yukito Koyama stepped forward and said, "Major Minamida, there was a little incident when we went to the safe house yesterday."

"We apprehended a suspicious individual near the safe house."

Yoko Nanada's brows furrowed suddenly: "Who is it? Where are they now?"

Koyama Yukizo respectfully replied, "He is Section Chief Chen Yang's older brother."

“He said he was going to visit a client, but the client had gone home for the Spring Festival, and he couldn’t find the client. He was about to go home when he happened to run into us.”

Nantian Yangzi paused for a moment, a thoughtful expression appearing on her face: "Interesting. Last time Chen Yang broke into the Special Higher Police Department, it was for this big brother."

"It's such a coincidence that we ran into each other near the safe house again. I never believed there could be so many coincidences."

"Matsui-kun, do you still have the documents you left behind last time?"

Matsui nodded and immediately ordered someone to fetch the documents.

A moment later, an agent brought over the interrogation files from the last time. Nantian opened the files and looked at them carefully: "Xiaoshan-kun, go and keep an eye on this person at the address on the file. Remember, whatever you do, don't let him find you."

"I want to know what he does all day."

Matsui hesitated and asked, "Major Minamida, do you suspect that there's something wrong with this Lin Xueli?"

“Of course,” Yoko Minami said sinisterly, “why wouldn’t I suspect him?”

“Last time we had no evidence, this time I’ll see if this person really has any problems.”

"Have Ando prepare the necessary personnel. If it's confirmed that Lin Xueli is involved in something, arrest him immediately."

"Yes, I'll go find Ando-kun right away." Matsui bowed slightly, turned and left the office.

Shanghai, Southern Transportation Department.

Chen Yang had barely stepped into the office, and before he could even sit down, Li Ningyu appeared at the office door.

"Sir, there's a very beautiful woman at the door looking for you. She said her surname is Lin."

"Lin Su?" Chen Yang was taken aback. This was the Southern Transportation Department. How could Lin Su have found this place?

Logically speaking, she should know what's important.

"Please let her in," Chen Yang said calmly.

Li Ningyu nodded slightly, then turned and went out to deliver the message.

"Section Chief Chen," a clear female voice rang out shortly after, and Lin Su, dressed in an ordinary cheongsam, appeared at the office door.

"Miss Lin, is there something you need?" Chen Yang invited her into his office and asked gently.

Lin Su stepped forward and quickly stuffed the note into Chen Yang's hand. "It's nothing. I was just passing by and thought I'd drop by to see Section Chief Chen."

Chen Yang's heart stirred slightly. He opened the note, which read: "Major Ando called. The Special Higher Police suspect your elder brother is involved in something and are sending people to follow him."

"Oh no!" Chen Yang's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't panic. Instead, he calmly put the note into his pocket.

"Ms. Lin, please have a seat for a moment while I make a phone call."

After saying that, Chen Yang picked up the phone on the table and called Lin Xueyi: "Hey, second brother, your uncle wants you to come home for dinner tonight."

"Please inform your older brother."

"What? Big Brother went to the Jinshang Bank on business?"

"Okay, don't forget to tell him."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yang understood that it seemed Old Zhong had locked the intelligence in the safe deposit box at Jinshang Bank.

This is troublesome. If my brother doesn't realize he's being followed, he might be caught red-handed.

Now, the only person he can trust is Lin Su.

Chen Yang had his suspicions that Lin Su might also be a bait.

However, he felt that a smart person like Lin Su wouldn't do something as foolish as betraying him. In a short moment, Chen Yang made a decision, handed his briefcase to Lin Su, and wrote something on the manuscript paper.

"Hand the briefcase to Lin Xueli. Remember, if anyone asks him, he should say he doesn't know. I'll take care of the rest."

Lin Su nodded, indicating her understanding.

Chen Yang took out his wallet, pointed to the family photo on it, and showed Lin Su Lin Xueli's appearance.

Lin Su's greatest skill is her ability to remember someone in a short time; otherwise, how could she have become the top leader in the brothel?

"Section Chief Chen, you have so much to do, I won't bother you any longer."

Lin Su picked up her briefcase and said, "I'm going back now. Come over and visit sometime."

"Miss Lin, please take care."

January 28, 1939, 9:00 AM, Ningbo Road, International Settlement.

In the light drizzle, the Gothic granite exterior of the Jinshang Bank appeared particularly solemn.

Lin Xueli lowered his hat brim, turned up his trench coat collar, and mingled into the crowd of people handling business in the morning as he entered the bank lobby.

The brass key engraved with "5362" in his pocket was heavy, as if carrying the unfinished entrustment of the old clock.

"Sir, what business do you need?" A neatly dressed employee came forward to greet him.

"Safe deposit box business," Lin Xueli lowered his voice, "Number 167."

This is a number mentioned in the second line of page six. If the key is engraved with a password, then this number is the safe's number.

The clerk glanced at the register: "Please follow me."

Lin Xueli followed the staff through the marble corridor to the underground vault. The heavy steel door slowly opened, revealing rows of metal cabinets inside.

"This way, please." The clerk led him to safe number 5362. "You'll need the key and the combination."

Lin Xueli took a deep breath, inserted the key, and then pressed the four numbers "5-3-6-2".

With a click, the cabinet door opened.

There was only one kraft paper envelope inside the cabinet. Lin Xueli quickly took out the envelope, stuffed it into his pocket, closed the cabinet door, and turned to leave.

The whole process took no more than three minutes.

Just as Lin Xueli walked into the bank lobby, a tall and beautiful woman appeared in front of him.

With a "thud," the other person bumped straight into Lin Xueli's shoulder. Just as Lin Xueli was about to ask a question, the woman whispered, "Don't speak, listen to me."

“The Special Higher Police are following you; I’m here to help you,”

"Give me your briefcase."

"Take this. If the Special Higher Police catch you, just keep saying three words: 'I don't know.'"

"Someone else will do the rest."

"If you trust me, give me the briefcase."

Lin Xueli was stunned for a moment. Just then, he heard a loud screech of brakes. Three black sedans sped up and came to a sudden stop in front of the bank.

Lin Xueli subconsciously switched his briefcase with the one in the other person's hand.

The woman stood up and rubbed her shoulders: "How could you be so careless?"

Lin Xueli apologized repeatedly, and both parties tacitly agreed not to pursue the matter further.

The beautiful woman walked towards the back with her briefcase. Lin Xueli took a breath, didn't go out, but turned around and walked to the other side of the lobby. He asked a staff member for a form and started filling it out by himself.

Outside the bank, Yoko Minamida and her Special Higher Police agents rushed out of the car. Yukito Koyama, who was hiding in a dark corner across the street, stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Major Minamida, Section Chief Matsui, that person is inside. I watched him go in."

"Seal off all exits! He can't escape!"

"Hey!" A group of secret agents instantly surrounded the front door of the bank.

Matsui Yokoji then led a few men toward the bank's back door.

"Go inside," Yoko Minami ordered coldly.

A group of secret agents swaggered into the bank, and Koyama Yukito immediately spotted Lin Xueli filling out a form at the counter.

"Mr. Lin, we meet again."

Hearing the voice, Lin Xueli looked at Nantian Yangzi in confusion: "Who are you?"

“Mr. Lin’s memory isn’t very good. Didn’t we meet in the Special Higher Police’s interrogation room?” Nantian Yangzi chuckled. “I am Nantian Yangzi.”

"Miss Nantian, do you need something from me?" Lin Xueli asked, looking somewhat flustered.

"Oh, Mr. Lin, what business do you have at the bank? May I take a look?"

“This is a company secret. If Miss Nantian wants to see it, we’ll have to get permission from the French Concession Municipal Council first.” Lin Xueli pretended to be nervous as he protected his briefcase.

This action further convinced Yoko Minami that the information they were looking for was inside this briefcase.

“I’m afraid it’s not up to Mr. Lin.” Nan Tian waved his hand lightly, and two agents behind him stepped forward to restrain Lin Xueli on the left and right.

"What are you trying to do? I'm a clerk from the French Concession Municipal Council. You can't treat me like this!" Lin Xueli immediately shouted.

Yoko Nanada smiled dismissively and snatched the briefcase from Lin Xueli's hand.

"Is that the intelligence you obtained?"

Lin Xueli struggled to say, "I don't understand what you're saying."

"Still being stubborn," Yoko Minami slowly opened her briefcase, which indeed contained a file folder.

However, upon seeing this file folder, Nantian had a vague sense of unease.

The document bag was stamped with the Navy Ministry's chrysanthemum crest, and below it were the words "Confidential" written in large Japanese characters.
(End of this chapter)