My years of espionage

Chapter 2003 Secret War
Nanjing.

Japanese Army Hospital.

"The surgery was basically successful; the bullet has been removed," Fukui Hikaru said to Mori Juichiro, removing his mask.

"Fukui-kun, when will he wake up?" Mori Jūichirō asked.

"When I said the surgery was successful, I meant the removal of the bullet. For this person, it's already a miracle that he didn't die on the operating table," said Mitsuya Fukui. "However, this person is still in extremely critical condition."

……

"What does Fukui-kun mean?" Mori Jūichirō asked, frowning.

“The patient may die at any time, or may remain in a coma. Of course, there is a certain chance that he will wake up, although the chance is relatively low,” said Mitsuya Fukui. “Whether this person can survive depends on his will to live.”

“I understand.” Mori Jūichirō nodded and bowed slightly. “Fukui-kun, thank you for your hard work.”

Fukui Hikaru waved wearily and hurriedly left.

In the past two days, a lot of wounded soldiers have been transported back from the Zhejiang-Jiangxi front. The medical staff of the entire army hospital can be said to be working around the clock.

……

Radish Ditch.

At Hu Yingju's home.

Honda Junto led his men in a thorough search of the area.

At this moment, Honda Junto is carefully examining the suspicious items placed on the table.

A Mauser pistol, two magazines.

There was also a Kuomintang wooden-handled grenade.

A diary containing the accounts of buying groceries and rice. Honda Junto decided to study it carefully, feeling that the diary was not as simple as it seemed.

In addition, there are woodworking planes and wooden rulers.

The three packs of cigarettes are noteworthy because they are different brands: one is Marlboro, one is Sanpaotai, and the other is Laodao.

Honda Junto immediately understood that Hu Yingju was very cautious and that these three packs of cigarettes were for use as a cover for his identity in different situations.

In addition, there was a kerosene lighter on the table, a German brand.

This lighter caught Honda Junto's attention because this German brand lighter was not common and not cheap, so it didn't seem like it should be here.

……

Just then, Nagashima Masato brought his men in.

"What did you find out?" Nagashima Masato asked.

Honda Junto then reported his findings, along with some speculations and analyses, to Nagashima Masato.

Nagashima Masato first glanced at the Mauser pistol.

“The enemy is not lacking in weapons and equipment,” Nagashima Masato said in a deep voice.

“That’s true.” Honda Junto nodded. Hu Yingju carried a Mauser pistol with him, and also had a pistol and spare magazines, as well as grenades, hidden at home. Such weaponry was quite impressive.

It should be noted that as the Empire and the Wang Jingwei regime intensified their searches and investigations, life became difficult for both Red Party members and Chongqing factions. Even the Military Intelligence Bureau personnel, who were known for their superior weaponry, faced a shortage of equipment.

……

"Let the professionals take the ledgers to them for review," Nagashima Masato said to Honda Junto, pointing to the ledgers. "Have them check if there's anything fishy about them."

“Hai,” Honda Junto said.

"As for this lighter," Nagashima Masato said, fiddling with the kerosene lighter, a thoughtful look on his face. "It certainly doesn't seem like an item that should be here. This should be a key item for investigation."

"Hai," Honda Junto said, then looked around and asked in a low voice, "Major, are we just going to let this go like this?"

“Of course not.” Nagashima Masato snorted coldly. “I have already reported this matter to Commander Matsumoto, and I believe Commander Matsumoto will seek justice for us.”

"That's great!" Honda Junto said happily.

Commander Matsumoto was fiercely protective of his own. The military police had snatched a prisoner from their hands. Given his temperament, Commander Matsumoto would definitely help them get justice and vent their anger.

……

"Major, is there something wrong with this box of pastries?" Honda Junto asked, noticing Nagashima Masato staring intently at the trampled pastries.

This box of pastries was what Hu Yingju was carrying at the time. While fleeing, Hu Yingju carelessly threw the pastries away, and they were trampled by the pursuing agents.

“Hu Yingju did not return home yesterday,” said Masato Nagashima. “Where was he on the night he disappeared? What did he do? These are questions we need to investigate.”

"Does the Major suspect that Hu Yingju might be with that Zhou Changliu?" Honda Junto immediately understood.

“That possibility exists,” said Nagashima Masato. “Send someone to investigate and see if there is such a pastry shop near Luobogou.”

He said to Honda Junto, "If there aren't any nearby, it means that Hu Yingju bought the pastries elsewhere. In that case, the area around where he bought the pastries should be on our radar."

"Yes." Honda Junto nodded sincerely. As expected of the major he greatly respected, he could see through the details.

……

"I'm not willing to leave Nanjing like this," Qiao Chuntao said to Xia Xiaoying.

“I understand,” Xia Xiaoying said. “It’s just that both you and I have already been exposed to the enemy and can no longer remain hidden.”

"I was just expressing my feelings," Qiao Chuntao said with a smile. "I am naturally aware of the pros and cons involved."

Xia Xiaoying looked at her husband and then smiled, pointing to her mouth.

Qiao Chuntao smiled too; now, when he speaks, he occasionally slips into the Wu dialect and Shanghainese.

"If we evacuate, who do you plan to hand over Nanjing Station to?" Xia Xiaoying asked.

……

“I plan to recommend Ma Benzai to the director,” Qiao Chuntao said. “Ma has made great progress in the past two years, and he is quite familiar with Nanjing.”

He greatly admired Ma Benze, a capable lieutenant he had obtained from the Chief of Staff. After he withdrew from Nanjing, Ma Benze would continue to lead his comrades in the fight, preserving the fighting spirit of the Military Intelligence Bureau and the Special Intelligence Bureau in Nanjing.

Therefore, after Ma Benze leaves during the day, unless there is an extremely urgent matter or he actively sends a summons signal, Ma Benze will not return to avoid appearing in the vicinity and attracting the attention of the enemy.

In fact, for the entire Nanjing station of the Special Operations Department, apart from him, Xia Xiaoying, and a few other brothers who needed to evacuate, most of the brothers had not been exposed and did not need to be evacuated urgently.

……

“I have a question.” Xia Xiaoying pondered, her expression serious, and said, “If Ada really betrays us, and he knows about Xiao Ma, will it implicate Xiao Ma?”

"You mean Xiao Ma's good citizen certificate?" Qiao Chuntao immediately understood what his wife meant and asked.

Xia Xiaoying nodded.

"It's alright," Qiao Chuntao said.

He didn't explain much to his wife.

In fact, Ma Benzai has two good citizen certificates. One of them was issued at his current address, Luobogou, and the photo on it is genuine.

He also had a good citizen certificate, but the certificate itself was fake. To be precise, the certificate was real, the photo was of him, and it was indeed processed at the document department. However, because he paid money and used the connections of a notorious thief, the photo was not kept on file.

For this reason, it can also be said that the fake document is real, because when the enemy checked it, the document itself had no problems.

Ada only knew the alias used by Ma Benzai on the fake ID. If the enemy wanted to use this alias to locate the person and find the original photo, it would be impossible.

In other words, unless the enemy gets hold of the good citizen certificate in Luobogou, it will be impossible for them to know Ma Benzai's physical characteristics.

It was precisely because of this that Qiao Chuntao felt at ease arranging for Ma Benzhe to stay in Nanjing to continue the fight.

Their current safe house is only occupied by the couple and two other brothers who are responsible for protecting them. Apart from the Chief and Ma Benzai, no one else knows about this place.

……

Nanjing.

Gendarmerie Headquarters.

“Mr. Morito.” Matsumoto Mayuto stared at Morito Yui with a livid face. “I don’t want to hear your long-winded explanation. In my opinion, it’s all just sophistry.”

He snorted coldly, "I already know the whole story. Both Zhang Lei and Hu Yingju are Kuomintang agents that my Special Higher Police Department is secretly investigating and pursuing. It was your people who were despicable in monitoring and following us, and even shamelessly robbed Hu Yingju."

Matsumoto Mayu looked at the Morito oil well and said, "I only have two requests now."

He held up one finger, “First, immediately hand over the military intelligence agent Hu Yingju to us.”

"Secondly," Matsumoto Mayuto said, "the military police's attack on our Special Higher Police resulted in the deaths and injuries of many members of our Special Higher Police. Those responsible must be dealt with, a formal apology must be issued, and compensation must be paid."

Morito Yui looked at Matsumoto Mayuto, his brows furrowed and his face grim. "Matsumoto-kun, I always thought you were an honest gentleman, but now it seems you're full of lies too."

He raised his hand, gesturing for Matsumoto Mayu to listen to him, "The facts I know are quite the opposite."

……

He suddenly stood up, placing his hands on the desk. "Zhang Lei is a Kuomintang agent that my military police are secretly tracking. He was also arrested by my department at No. 21 Yihe Road. Zhang Lei had already been arrested, but your department snatched him away."

“Our military police haven’t settled this score with your Special Higher Police yet,” Morito Yui said. “Fortunately, our military police are quite capable. Even after losing Zhang Lei, we still managed to uncover Hu Yingju’s whereabouts. I never expected your Special Higher Police to be so shameless, secretly following us and then trying to steal from us again.”

He slammed his hand on the table. "Matsumoto-kun, do you think the Special Higher Police think we're easy to bully? You've been snatching prisoners time and time again! It's utterly despicable!"

Matsumoto Mayuto was utterly shocked. He looked at Morito Yui, seemingly never expecting that this person could so distort the truth.

……

Morito Yui looked at Matsumoto Mayuto and saw the shocked expression on the other's face. He became even angrier. He believed that Matsumoto Mayuto's expression was fake. The Special Higher Police were turning black into white, making false accusations, and pretending to be innocent. This behavior disgusted him!
"So, you're not willing to hand over the people?" Matsumoto Mayuto asked coldly.

"The people are ours. The Special Higher Police snatched prisoners, causing many casualties among our military police. You are the ones who should be held accountable," Morito Yui said with a serious expression.

"Bag-ya-luo!" Matsumoto Mayu was furious, and he reached for his sidearm at his waist with his right hand.

"Matsumoto, look carefully where you are!" Morito Yui pointed to the portrait of the Emperor hanging in the sky. "What are you doing in front of His Majesty?"

"Moritō, this isn't going to end like this." Matsumoto Mayuto was absolutely furious, glaring fiercely at Moritō Oil Well.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to say,” Morito Yui said coldly, now finding Matsumoto Mayuto utterly repulsive.

"Fine, fine, fine!" Matsumoto Mayu laughed in anger, then stormed off.

Watching Matsumoto Mayuto leave, Morito Yui's face turned ashen. He slammed his fist on the table, "The Special Higher Police are indeed a bunch of despicable and shameless bastards!"

He turned to Seiya Otani and said, "Tell Juichiro Mori to finish the interrogation of the prisoner as soon as possible."

He said with a serious expression, "The fact that the Special Higher Police are so shameless in snatching our prisoners is enough to show that they know this person very well, and that they have even surpassed us in knowledge."

“I really dislike the feeling of being overtaken by such a treacherous person,” Morito Yui said.

"Hai," Seiya Otani said, "I'm going to the army hospital now."

……

The next day.

morning.

Qiao Chuntao and Li Hao secretly met again.

"The Wu Family Troupe." Li Hao handed two pages to Qiao Chuntao. "This contains information about the members of the Wu Family Troupe, including the troupe leader Wu Yingquan. Destroy it immediately after you've finished reading it."

"Okay." Qiao Chuntao took the paper, looked at it carefully, and then, under Li Hao's gaze, he set the paper on fire.

"How do we infiltrate the Wu family gang?" Qiao Chuntao asked. "Won't it arouse the attention and suspicion of the Wu family gang members?"

"No." Li Hao shook his head. "The section chief has already made arrangements. The Wu family troupe will gather at Wanjiaqiao. Once you're dressed up, just blend in there. No one will ask questions, and no one will stop you."

Qiao Chuntao nodded. He understood that this must be because Brother Fan had another line of arrangements in Nanjing, ready to lend a helping hand at a critical moment.

Qiao Chuntao had genuine admiration for the section chief; you never knew how many backup plans the section chief had.

……

"Can the Chief get the latest information about Ada's situation?" Qiao Chuntao asked.

“This is not my responsibility,” Li Hao shook his head. “Once you’re inside the Cheng residence, you can ask Brother Fan directly.”

"it is good."

"Be careful," Li Hao instructed. "From now until you successfully enter the Cheng residence, Brother Fan will have little help to offer you. You'll have to rely on yourselves."

“The Chief has already made arrangements to this extent. If we still can’t proceed to your residence, then we would be too incompetent.” Peach smiled. “Don’t worry, I will be careful.”

"I have a bottle of good wine. I'll treat you to some when you arrive," Li Hao said with a smile.

"It's a deal," Qiao Chuntao said with a smile and a nod.

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