Spy War: My Cheat Code is a Rat

"Are you sure this is the place?"

"Squeak squeak".

Looking at the tavern-like building in front of him, Lu Chen was very suspicious that Sato Yosho was here, but then he thought of the absolute obedience of the rats to him, so he patiently went inside.

Why isn't Sato Yosho at his intelligence department job? What's he doing at this little bar in broad daylight? Getting drunk?

Lu Chen thought it was unlikely. He was the head of the intelligence section, and it was obvious that his monthly salary was ridiculously high, and his status in the Special Higher Police was not low either.

What could possibly drive someone like that to a pub to drown their sorrows? Unless their family is destroyed.

But how could that be? As far as Lu Chen knew, it might be possible for low-ranking soldiers, but for those with some status, their families were all in Japan and not on the battlefield, so how could they possibly end up with their families destroyed?

As Lu Chen entered the tavern, he immediately spotted Sato Yosho, who was sitting in a corner drinking with another person.

Lu Chen first left the tavern, dressed up, and only returned to the tavern after confirming that he was unrecognizable as he was before sitting down not far from Sato Yosho.

The two communicated in Japanese, so Lu Chen could understand them.

Lu Chen casually ordered a drink and sat there listening to the two talk.

The shop was full of Chinese people, and the two assumed that no one could understand Japanese, so they didn't hide anything and chatted openly.

"Oh, Mr. Song, what should I do?"

Sato Yosho had already drunk quite a bit; his cheeks were flushed, and he reeked of alcohol when he spoke.

Lu Chen carefully examined the person opposite Sato Yoshinori, and now he could confirm that the person was the one who made contact with Shen Ruoqiu.

Lu Chen wondered why Sato Yosho would call him Song-kun; he figured it was probably a pseudonym.

"Sato-kun, business hasn't been good lately either. With the Japanese army occupying the Chinese territory, everyone is on edge. I don't have much money to lend you."

The man looked worried and reached out to pat Sato Yosho on the shoulder, showing a deep empathy.

Sato Yosho had been drinking quietly by himself here, but then the businessman sat down in front of him.

He had initially thought this person was suspicious and was quite wary of him. After getting to know him for a while, he learned that he was a businessman. After drinking quite a bit of alcohol, the two started talking more.

Sato Yosho earns a decent salary, but his wife in his hometown is seriously ill. His family has provided a lot of support, but it's still far from enough; his salary is simply not sufficient.

"Recently, a business partner of mine told me that winter is coming and winter clothes and other winter items will sell very well, but I can't get them."

The man picked up his glass and downed it in one gulp, completely unaware that the wine had dripped onto his thick wig. After speaking, he stole a glance at Sato Yosho across from him.

"Really? Mr. Song?"

Sato Yosho, as if grasping at a straw, grabbed the man's arm and stared intently at him.

Lu Chen clearly saw that when Sato Yosho grabbed the man's arm, the man's body trembled uncontrollably.

Lu Chen knew that Sato Yosho had touched the man's gunshot wound on his arm; the man's arm had been wounded when he killed the sniper.

Previously, Lu Chen wasn't certain, but now he was completely certain that this bearded man was the one who contacted Shen Ruoqiu.

"It's true, people in China are having a hard time. Even if it's a dollar or two cheaper than the market price, there's no shortage of buyers, but there's just no stock."

The man, pale-faced, chuckled softly and subtly moved Sato Yosho's arm away.

Sato Yosho's face turned pale and then red, and it was unclear what he was thinking. His expression changed rapidly. Finally, he took a sip of strong liquor, as if he had made up his mind, and stared intently at the man before speaking.

"I'll get you a batch of cotton-padded coats in a few days, try to sell them as soon as possible."

"Really? That's great, Sato-kun! If you can really get your hands on it, we'll split the profits 50/50!"

The man was excited. He poured himself a glass of wine and then poured one for Sato Yosho. The two clinked glasses and drank.

Upon hearing this, Lu Chen got up and left the tavern, refusing to listen any further.

Originally, he had to find a way to frame Sato Yosho, but now he didn't need to at all; Sato had actually delivered himself to him.

The two will definitely meet here again, and all I need to do is take a picture, which will serve as the most direct evidence.

However, he still has to wait a while until the man has fully obtained the winter supplies.

After all, they were an anti-Japanese organization, so they were practically accomplices with the same goal.

It was already noon, and Lu Chen did not choose to return to the French Concession. Instead, he went to the Gendarmerie to see how Liu Jie and his team had been doing all day.

Upon arriving at the military police headquarters, all the other members were absent except for Liu Jie, whom Lu Chen immediately summoned to his office.

"Xiao Jie, how's it going?"

Lu Chen lit a cigarette and relaxed in the chair that belonged to the bureau chief.

"Brother Chen, it's going very smoothly. We have a lot of manpower, so we can act quickly. We've basically taken care of all the small gangs near the military police station."

"Those gang leaders have also been arrested and imprisoned by the military police. We have taken full control of their businesses, private grain supplies, and other possessions."

Liu Jie gave a methodical report, detailing to Lu Chen which forces had been taken over, the locations of their shops, and the industries they operated.

"Alright, Xiao Jie, you're the boss of this organization now. I'm just the head of the military police."

Lu Chen stood up, patted Liu Jie's shoulder forcefully, and entrusted the matter to him with peace of mind.

Liu Jie nodded in agreement. Lu Chen had told him about this before, and he had always remembered it.

"Where's your younger brother, Xiao An? Did he go to school?"

In a rare moment of relaxation, Lu Chen thought of his younger brother Liu Jie. He had already arranged everything, and Liu An should be in school right now.

"After I left, I took my brother and Xiaoyao to school early this morning. Xiulian, on the other hand, kept talking about you, telling you to take good care of yourself and not to overwork yourself."

When talking about his younger brother, Liu Jie smiled and casually mentioned Lu Xiulian.

Lu Chen shook his head and smiled slightly. He hadn't expected to hear his younger sister's instructions even in the military police headquarters.

"Xiao Jie, do you know anything about cameras? Go get me one."

Lu Chen asked Liu Jie if he needed to get a camera, otherwise how could he take that substantial evidence for Sato Yoshinori?

Lu Chen took out a silver note and handed it to Liu Jie, asking him to buy him a camera and some film.

Liu Jie took the silver note and nodded. Cameras weren't hard to find at this time, they were just expensive, but it was still easy to buy one.

Lu Chen kept asking him to buy things, but those things seemed strange and unusual to him, and he didn't know what to do with them.

However, Lu Chen didn't say anything, and he wouldn't ask. He just needed to do what Lu Chen asked him to do, and he wouldn't ask about anything else.

After Liu Jie left the office, Lu Chen began to carefully consider the matter of the military police.

Thanks to his words that morning, the military police members had gained some loyalty, but not much. The only problem now was that these people were all idle hooligans who had no skills.