Espionage codename: Shen Gongbao

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After venting his anger, Wu Sibao squatted by the roadside, clutching his head tightly with both hands.

My whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

The fierceness from before was completely gone, replaced by a deep-seated bitterness and nausea.

He closed his eyes, his mind replaying everything that had just happened uncontrollably.

The color of the lipstick.

An even, glossy finish after touch-ups.

There's also a lingering smell on the lips and teeth.

Thinking of this, Wu Sibao's stomach suddenly clenched.

"vomit!"

I couldn't vomit anything; only acidic fluid welled up in my throat.

Wu Sibao wiped his face hard with his sleeve.

His eyes were red-rimmed.

Tears streamed down my face.

He dared not think.

I couldn't help but think about it again.

In such a short time, they were still inside No. 76.

In a place where everyone is watching.

Aizhen actually managed to get together with Wang Xuesen!

If she didn't want to, she could stop Wang Xuesen's actions with just a shout.

But she didn't.

The answer is clear: Ai-zhen opened her mouth willingly.

The thought of his beloved kneeling at Wang Xuesen's feet made Wu Sibao's heart feel like it was being cut by a dull knife, causing him to spasm with pain.

He's not someone who hasn't experienced this before.

He had already heard about the secretary in Suzhou.

But he kept telling himself that it was just socializing, it was just for show.

Moreover, being far away means you won't be bothered by what you see.

But Wang Xuesen was different.

That bastard is always hanging around right under my nose.

He calls himself his brother every day, and keeps calling him "brother-in-law" this and "brother-in-law" that.

He turned around and pressed his wife down onto the sofa.

Wu Sibao became increasingly angry and kicked the utility pole by the roadside twice more.

"Wang Xuesen!"

I'll kill you.

Wu Sibao stood there, his chest heaving violently, his eyes filled with malice.

Tonight's dead mailbox.

As long as we find something in that dead mailbox.

Even if it's just a scrap of paper or a note.

He wanted to ensure that Wang Xuesen died a gruesome death to appease the hatred he felt for his wife's humiliation.

……

office.

Wang Xuesen leaned back on the sofa, his legs dangling over the edge of the coffee table, a cigarette dangling from his lips, as he reviewed recent actions.

The situation regarding rescuing Mao Liying is currently largely under control.

The fourth brother handled the division of the spoils—the medicine and the batteries—cleanly and efficiently, leaving no loopholes.

The things left for Li Shiqun were enough for him to eat his fill.

All are happy.

The plan targeting Bai Junqi is also progressing steadily.

The syphilis case has been sealed at Renji Hospital, and the affair between Bai Junqi and Fang Yao is also under investigation.

Once the time is right, that old devil Fujita Hajime will naturally turn against the Bai family.

There are currently no vulnerabilities.

The only potential source of change is Wu Sibao.

Wang Xuesen exhaled a puff of smoke and squinted at the ceiling.

Offending Wu Sibao was not an accident; it was something he did intentionally.

In game number 76, Li Shiqun was the player.

But those playing chess around him each had their own agendas.

Yang Jie wanted to rise to power.

Wu Si protects food.

Hu Junhe was ostracized.

The three people had three different minds, and Li Shiqun was the one who kept them in check.

What Wang Xuesen wanted to do was to pry these cracks even bigger.

Wu Sibao was in charge of the operation and had both guns and men.

Hu Junhe was in charge of intelligence and was well-informed, but lacked military power.

Neither of these two lines can be easily grasped by Li Shiqun.

For the past six months, Wang Xuesen and Wu Sibao have maintained an excellent relationship.

Hu Junhe was so good that he always kept a wary distance from him and dared not get close.

Making an opening with Wu Sibao would be beneficial in winning over Hu Junhe.

Divide, alienate, fight each other, and consume each other.

This is the prescription Wang Xuesen gave to No. 76.

On either side of the scale, add weight to whichever side is lighter, so they can bully their own kind.

As for Wu Sibao's revenge?

Not afraid.

There's also Yu Aizhen's influence through pillow talk.

Although that woman was shrewish and vicious, she was a hundred times more clear-headed than Wu Sibao when it came to personal gain.

I thought of Yu Aizhen.

Wang Xuesen's lips curled up unconsciously. It was a pity that Wu Sibao ruined it.

Otherwise we would have been able to eat meat today.

Wang Xuesen stubbed out his cigarette, sat up straight, and glanced at his watch.

5:20!

Time to clock out and leave work.

He stood up, picked up his briefcase, and straightened his suit collar.

Lock the office door and walk down the corridor.

He deliberately slowed his pace as he passed the intelligence office.

The door was half open, and the inside was empty.

Hu Junhe is not here.

Peng Sanhu was not there either.

Wang Xuesen paused for two seconds, then calmly looked away, turned into the east corridor on the first floor, and pushed open the door to the equipment room.

The head of the equipment room was Yao Yong, a man in his early forties, tall and thin. He had worked as a warehouse manager at the Shanghai Arsenal in his early years before eventually ending up at No. 76.

Upon seeing Wang Xuesen enter, he quickly stood up from his chair, bowing and scraping.

"Oh my, Director Wang is here! What a rare guest!"

"Please sit down, let me pour you some tea."

Wang Xuesen waved his hand, speaking in a businesslike tone: "I won't sit down."

"Let me see the equipment disbursement records for the past two days."

"It's mid-month, the finance department needs to tally up the losses."

"Sister Ye is urging me to submit this, so I need to do it right away."

Yao Yong paused for a moment, then quickly turned around, pulled out a thick ledger from the cabinet, and handed it over.

"Look, I've remembered everything, down to the last detail."

Wang Xuesen took the ledger, opened the records of the past few days, and traced the entries line by line with his finger.

It suddenly stopped.

He frowned.

"Old Yao."

"Why."

"Why are five guns and one hundred rounds of ammunition missing?" Wang Xuesen looked up, his sharp gaze fixed on Yao Yong. "There's no corresponding record of their receipt in the account."

Yao Yong's smile froze, and he quickly explained, "This was... taken away by Director Hu."

"Director Hu?" Wang Xuesen slammed the account book on the table, his tone turning serious. "Why didn't you register it after taking it?"

Yao Yong's face was full of bitterness:

"Director Wang, you are unaware of this."

"Since the establishment of No. 76, when Director Hu came to collect things, he always just gave a verbal greeting and took them away."

"He's one of Director Li's men, how could I dare to interfere with him?"

Wang Xuesen stared at him for two seconds, then said coldly, "Old Yao, I'm asking you, who's in charge of the equipment room?"

"Return to the finance department."

Who is in charge of the finances?

"Sister Ye, Sister Ye."

"That settles it then." Wang Xuesen tapped the cover of the ledger. "Sister Ye asked me to check the accounts, and I found a discrepancy. What if Director Hu loses something later and denies it without a signature? How am I supposed to explain that to her?"

"Do you think Sister Ye is blaming me or you?"

"Me, me!" Fine beads of sweat appeared on Yao Yong's forehead.

He certainly knew Ye Jiqing's temperament.

Wang Xuesen is an irreplaceable celebrity, while he himself will most likely be "killed" as a scapegoat.

"Director Wang, this really isn't my fault..."

Wang Xuesen softened his tone slightly, but it was still uncompromising: "Old Yao, I'm not here to cause you trouble. What's past is past, I won't pursue it."

"But from today onwards, whoever comes to collect the equipment must register and get a receipt."

"Whether it's Director Hu or Captain Yang."

"Even if Director Li comes to pick it up in person, all the necessary procedures must be followed. Just say that this is the eldest sister's rule."

"Otherwise, if the accounts don't match up later, you'll be held responsible for the whole deficit."

Yao Yong nodded repeatedly, sweat streaming down his face.

"Yes, yes, I remember. I will definitely register it and get a receipt."

"Thank you for your guidance, Director Wang."

Wang Xuesen nodded, closed the ledger, and turned to leave the equipment room.

Behind him came the sound of Yao Yong letting out a long breath.

The corridor was dimly lit, and Wang Xuesen walked at a leisurely pace.

Five guns, one hundred bullets.

What is Hu Junhe doing with so many weapons?

The intelligence department doesn't need such a large firepower configuration for its daily work.

Based on previous reports from Qingfu, it's highly likely related to shipments; they're afraid of being double-crossed.

Hu Junhe and Peng Sanhu finally couldn't hold back any longer.

It seems that Bai Junqi's promise to them is about to come true.

Tonight is most likely the time for the shipment to be released.

Wang Xuesen chuckled to himself.

good thing.

The plan can finally proceed as scheduled.

He made his way to the reception room on the east side.

Push the door open and go inside.

A young female medical worker in a white coat is changing Zhan Shen's dressing; her technique is nimble and her movements are gentle.

Wang Xuesen stood silently by the door, waiting for her to finish treating her wound.

The female medical staff packed her medicine kit, nodded slightly to Wang Xuesen, and left.

The room fell silent.

Zhan Shen glanced at the doorway to make sure no one was there before his face fell, and he said in a low voice, "Old Wang, are you out of your mind?"

Wang Xuesen pulled up a chair and sat down on the edge of the bed.