Spy War: My Cheat Code is a Rat

"Lu Chen, wait for me at the door, I'll be right there."

"Hey, by the way, Xiao Jie, can you drive?"

Huang Dayong asked Liu Jie that now that Da Hu was dead, he no longer had a driver.

"Director Huang, I can drive, but I don't have a driver's license."

"It's alright. In Chinese-controlled areas, I'm in charge. It's fine even if I don't have it. From now on, you'll be my driver."

Huang Dayong waved his hand, indicating that it was not a difficult task, and tossed the car keys to Liu Jie, telling him and Lu Chen to wait for him at the door.

Lu Chen and Liu Jie waited for a while at the entrance of the military police station before Huang Dayong, looking quite respectable, came out and got into the car.

Liu Jie started the car, and the group drove towards the Japanese concession.

"I recently acquired a batch of logistical supplies, which is perfect for doing business with the Japanese and French. So, Lu Chen, you'd better learn French quickly; you'll reap the rewards."

Huang Dayong sat in the back seat, comfortably reclining in the car, completely unprepared for Liu Jie and Lu Chen.

In Huang Dayong's eyes, Lu Chen was a cowardly businessman. He felt that with his cowardice, he would never make much money in his life.

In his eyes, Liu Jie was just a petty thug, posing no threat whatsoever.

He said these words without even being prepared.

"Without a doubt, this batch of supplies must have been given to the soldiers by the organization. There is fighting on the front line, and winter is just a few months away. Without this batch of supplies, the soldiers will definitely have a hard time."

Lu Chen immediately made a decision: he needed to find a way to prevent the trade of these supplies, but he couldn't openly stop it.

On the surface, he echoed Huang Dayong's words, indicating that he would definitely study hard.

Upon arriving at the entrance to the Japanese concession, Huang Dayong identified himself and was not harassed by the guards. This time, they were allowed to enter without even being searched.

Following Huang Dayong's directions, Liu Jie parked the car. After Lu Chen got out, he realized that he had arrived at the same sushi restaurant as before.

Upon entering the store, Colonel Kuroda was already sitting inside, with two puppet soldiers standing behind him, who had Chinese faces but were wearing puppet army uniforms.

"Colonel Kuroda."

"Mr. Huang, Mr. Lu is a little late."

Colonel Kuroda was in a great mood for some reason. He invited the three of them to sit down and poured each of them a glass of wine.

Lu Chen didn't say anything, but instead took out the pistol from his back and slammed it on the table.

"What are you going to do?"

The two puppet soldiers behind Colonel Kuroda immediately raised their guns and aimed them at Lu Chen, instantly filling the air with a tense atmosphere.

"Mr. Lu, what does this mean?"

Colonel Kuroda narrowed his eyes, his expression becoming wary. Everyone present, including Huang Dayong and Liu Jie, was watching Lu Chen.

"Colonel Kuroda, I'm taking out my gun voluntarily to avoid any misunderstanding."

It would be a lie to say Lu Chen wasn't nervous under the gaze of so many people, but he still pretended to be calm.

Since I brought a gun, I might as well take it out. I wasn't searched when I entered the Japanese concession this time, but if they find out later, it will be hard to explain.

"Ah, Mr. Lu, there's no need to be so formal. Put down your guns, how can you point them at Mr. Lu?"

Upon hearing Lu Chen's explanation, Colonel Kuroda smiled again and ordered the two puppet soldiers behind him to put down their guns.

Instead of returning the pistol to Lu Chen, he held it in his hand and examined it for a few moments.

"Mr. Lu, this gun is so outdated. How could you use such a cheap pistol?"

Kuroda smiled and placed the gun at his feet, not returning it to Lu Chen.

"Needless to say? All the good guns have been taken by the leadership, so I can only use this outdated pistol that's been outdated for who knows how many generations."

Lu Chen inwardly complained about his superiors, blaming them for not giving him a good gun, but outwardly he acted differently.

"Sigh, Colonel Kuroda, I have no choice. Guns are so expensive these days, this is all I can get my hands on."

Lu Chen shook his head, looking helpless.

"Don't be discouraged, Lu Jun. I'll get you a good one later."

Colonel Kuroda smiled, raised his glass, and clinked it with Lu Chen's. Lu Chen smiled but didn't drink; he wouldn't believe a word Kuroda said.

"Colonel, I have a thousand cotton-padded coats and a thousand pairs of cotton-padded shoes. This is the most supplies I can get."

Seeing that the atmosphere had finally eased, Huang Dayong quickly held up a finger and spoke.

Lu Chen then realized that it was actually winter supplies; he had thought it was food or something.

However, it is equally important because the winters in Shanghai can be deadly cold. Without the support of these logistical supplies, the intelligence bureau of the Shanghai station would have lost countless people.

"Good job, Your Majesty. Two coins per piece, four thousand coins in total. What do you think?"

Kuroda's eyes lit up, and his expression and tone showed that he was very satisfied.

Four thousand legal tender is just a drop in the ocean for Shanghai's special-official banknotes, because they are secretly printing legal tender.

The intelligence gathering capabilities of the TGOAT are well-known, and their technology for printing currency is also extremely advanced. Unless observed by professionals, it is basically indistinguishable from the real thing.

This is also why Kuroda was so generous.

"Sure, Colonel Kuroda's got a straightforward approach, I'll do it!"

Huang Dayong was very happy, as people at that time only earned an average of about 10 yuan a month.

A cotton-padded coat costs only about twenty yuan. The exchange rate is 1:20, which means a cotton-padded coat costs about one yuan.

Huang Dayong made nearly double his money with this one transaction, and the supplies were obtained from the organization, meaning he had no cost whatsoever and made pure profit.

Tsk tsk tsk...

After thinking it through, Lu Chen couldn't help but admire Huang Dayong's business acumen; he really didn't want to suffer any losses.

"By the way, Mr. Huang, do you have a way to get your hands on morphine?"

After clinking glasses with Huang Dayong and finishing a drink, Colonel Kuroda suddenly leaned closer and asked in a low voice.

"morphine?"

Huang Dayong was stunned for a moment, then shook his head. Morphine was an extremely important strategic material. Even if he was the director of the Military Intelligence Bureau's warehouse, he could not easily obtain it. At the same time, he wondered what Colonel Kuroda wanted morphine for.

Seeing Huang Dayong shake his head, Colonel Kuroda was somewhat disappointed; the two doctors he had captured on the front lines last time had actually escaped.

Fortunately, they eventually found them; they were just doctors in a small clinic. Through questioning, they learned that they used morphine to make the Japanese soldiers feel no pain.

Hearing the conversation between the two, Lu Chen made a plan in his mind. He didn't know what the Japanese army wanted morphine for, but judging from Colonel Kuroda's disappointed expression, it must be something very important.

"Find a way to get morphine and see what the Japanese army is up to."

Lu Chen's understanding of morphine was limited to its anesthetic effect.

Wait, anesthesia?!

Lu Chen suddenly thought of the fearless performance of the Japanese soldiers on the battlefield. Anesthesia can make people not feel pain, and now Colonel Kuroda wants morphine.

Was the fact that Japanese soldiers were not afraid of pain related to morphine?

With this in mind, Lu Chen became even more determined to get his hands on morphine and find out exactly what the Japanese army was up to.