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

Chapter 33 Sir, times have changed

The burly man hesitated to answer; there were hardly any secrets in Shanghai's black market.

These businessmen all received some information about the $150,000 drug deal.

Xie Yuankui put his hands behind his back and paced around the room.

"Is the news reliable?" Xie Yuankui pondered for a moment and then looked at the big man and said, "Is it possible that someone deliberately spread false information to set us up?"

The burly man exclaimed in surprise, "Brother, do you mean that this news was deliberately leaked by that Lin fellow to cause infighting among the gangs that are interested in the Sixteen Factories Wharf?"

"Unlikely, this news came from inside the Sixteen Factories Wharf."

"It's said that it was that guy surnamed Lin who got drunk and let it slip."

“Brother, we’ve dealt with this Lin guy more than once. Back when Xu Biao was around, this Lin guy was just a gofer, and he didn’t amount to anything after more than ten years.”

"Everyone says he's a pig-headed idiot, but he still has a bit of loyalty, so people still respectfully call him Fifth Brother."

"Otherwise, this guy should have been expelled from the gang long ago and left to fend for himself."

Xie Yuankui nodded repeatedly as he listened; Lin Xueyi was indeed not very capable.

I've been working under Boss Cao for over twenty years, and I'm still just a nobody, unable to even make it to a middle management position.

I don't know what stroke of luck he had this time, but his brothers pushed him up.

However, in the eyes of Xie Yuankui and his ilk, Lin Xueyi was clearly pushed forward to take the fall.

Xu Biao died under mysterious circumstances, and the Sixteen Factories Wharf was a lucrative prize. Whoever took Xu Biao's place became the target of everyone's attacks.

Only someone like Lin Xueyi, who isn't very bright, is suitable to be pushed forward to take the fall.

"Then let's wait two more days." Xie Yuankui finally made up his mind after a long silence.

However, just to be on the safe side, he still instructed, "Send a few people to keep an eye on things at the Sixteen Factories Wharf and see if there are any problems."

"By the way, go and say hello to Shi Heihu, and ask him to pick a few quick and decisive people."

"We must keep control of the Sixteen Factories Wharf; we absolutely cannot let others reap the benefits."

"Yes, brother."

Shanghai, Sixteen Factories Wharf Warehouse.

The night was cool and breezy, but the Sixteen Hong Wharf was bustling with activity. Countless laborers pushed flatbed carts in groups of three or five, shuttling between the wharf and the warehouse.

In mid-March, with the Japanese army and the Blue Army facing off in Xuzhou, most of the transportation on the Longhai Railway and the Jinpu Railway had been suspended.

As a result, inland waterway shipping has increased significantly compared to the past.

Near a warehouse northeast of the Sixteen Factories Wharf, in a dark corner, several figures lurked furtively in the shadows.

They were like rats hiding in the shadows, but their eyes never left the warehouse door.

"Old man, is your source reliable? Is there really going to be a deal here?" The speaker was a middle-aged man with an axe tucked into his waistband.

The man called Lao Gun said in a cautious, ingratiating tone, "Master Tiger, don't worry, I've found out everything."

"They're making the deal tonight, and the amount isn't small; these supplies are worth at least 300,000."

"Tiger, you're the best fighter under our boss. If we pull this off, we'll make a fortune!"

The man known as Tiger patted the other man on the shoulder and laughed, "Old man, as long as the information is accurate, you'll definitely get your share of the loot this time." "I heard you've recently taken a fancy to that widow Tian from the laundry bureau?"

Old Gun scratched the back of his head and chuckled, "Nothing can be hidden from Tiger. I'm already in my thirties and I still don't have a woman who cares about me."

Tiger laughed heartily: "Old stick, I know what you're thinking. Don't worry, as long as you do a good job, Tiger will pay for your wedding."

Upon hearing this, the old man hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Tiger Master, thank you, Tiger Master."

Tiger waved his hand, then seemed to remember something: "Old stick, I heard that Widow Tian is cursed to kill her husbands. She's already killed three men. You'd better watch out, kid."

Old Gun chuckled and was about to speak when a series of hurried footsteps approached. A young man in a black short jacket ran up to Tiger and said breathlessly, "Tiger, Tiger, I see the car, the car!"

"Two large trucks, covered with tarpaulins, so it was impossible to see what they were."

The two trucks were still covered with tarpaulins, and it looked like there was something inside. Could it really be medicine?

However, if it really is sulfanilamide injection, these two truckloads would be astronomical, and Tiger was not entirely sure what was inside.

At this moment, Old Stick came up and said, "Tiger, maybe this time it's a pill, not an injection."

Tiger frowned. Although he still had some doubts, he felt that the information Old Stick had received should be correct.

After all, Lao Gun's position in the gang was to keep the secrets, and he rarely made mistakes over the years.

Moreover, the two large truckloads of sulfonamide tablets do indeed match the transaction figures.

Sulfonamide pills aren't expensive to import from abroad, but if you trade them, it's like winning seven bets in a row, turning a few cents into several dollars.

Nobody buys this stuff in whole boxes; people buy it one tablet at a time as needed. The price fluctuates a lot; at its lowest, it cost two silver dollars per tablet, and at its highest, it cost five silver dollars per tablet.

Seeing Tiger's hesitant expression, the young man couldn't help but ask, "Brother Tiger, should we make a move?"

Tiger nodded and said, "Of course, let the car in first, and have Er Gou take some men to guard the back door so they don't slip away through it."

"The rest of you, follow me to the front gate. Once inside, cut down anyone you see. Be ruthless."

After a pause, a ruthless glint appeared in Tiger's eyes, and he said, word by word, "Leave no survivors."

Sixteen Lines Wharf Warehouse.

Two trucks covered with military green tarpaulins slowly drove into the warehouse. After the trucks came to a stop, Yamada Yasuji jumped out of one of them, and Chen Yang, who was waiting nearby, immediately greeted him with a smile.

"Yamada-kun, you're right on time,"

Yamada Yasuji smiled and said, "Being on time is to be expected. Mr. Chen, let's check the goods first."

As he spoke, Yasuji Yamada clapped his hands, and three or four people came out of the driver's seat, untied the tarpaulin, and jumped into the car.

At Yamada Yasuji's signal, Lin Xueyi and several of his brothers jumped into the car. After prying open the weapon boxes, they found stacks of brand-new firearms neatly arranged inside.

It had the Type 38 rifle, the Nambu Type 2 submachine gun, the Type 96 light machine gun, and the Type 92 heavy machine gun.

Yamada Yasushi's men quickly loaded the bullets into the magazine and then handed the gun to Lin Xueyi and the thugs standing to the side.

Some of these thugs who make a living at the stalls are former soldiers who have been on the battlefield, so they have some knowledge of firearms.

A group of people were standing on the vehicle, repeatedly fiddling with the guns in their hands, when suddenly the warehouse door was smashed open.

A group of people, brandishing axes and shouting, rushed in.
(End of this chapter)