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

Chapter 94 Arresting the Red Party
Zuo Mingquan stood aside, unsure how to respond.

Zhang Xiaolin glared at Zuo Mingquan and said angrily, "Director Zuo, you really do have a lot of meddlesome things to do."

Chen Yang said from the side, "This brother's injuries are so serious, should I call a doctor over?"

"Big brother, I'm fine," Tian Darong said in a low voice, but Zhang Xiaolin's expression grew even more gloomy.

"Thank you for your kindness, Commander Chen. I can afford to pay for the doctor's visit."

"Director Zuo, thank you for showing mercy and sparing my brother's life."

"Can we go now?"

Zuo Mingquan glanced at Chen Yang and said gently, "It's a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding. Mr. Zhang, you can take your people and leave at any time."

Zhang Xiaolin cupped his hands in greeting and called out. Several Green Gang members standing at the door quickly came in and helped up Tian Darong, who was covered in wounds.

The group didn't even bother to say goodbye; they helped the person up and hurriedly left the office.

Zuo Mingquan couldn't help but shake his head and say, "The local gangs are really too impolite..."

Chen Yang smiled and said, "Director Zuo is fair and upright in his work, and he is not afraid of powerful people. He has a bright future ahead of him."

Zuo Mingquan's triangular eyes darted around, and he said ingratiatingly, "It's all thanks to Director Chen's excellent teaching."

"Director Chen, do you think we should continue?"

Chen Yang said slowly, "Director Zuo, you've had quite a haul this time; it should be enough to cover your expenses for the foreseeable future."

"Zhang Xiaolin is like a spring; you can't push him too hard, and you have to be careful to prevent him from becoming desperate and doing something rash."

Just as Zuo Mingquan was about to speak, the telephone on his desk suddenly rang.

Zuo Mingquan apologized and quickly stepped forward to answer the phone: "This is Zuo Mingquan from the Shanghai Office of the Jinling Special Service Committee."

"Lieutenant Asano, hello, hello."

"What? Okay, okay, we'll leave right away."

"Goodbye Lieutenant Asano."

After hanging up the phone, Zuo Mingquan said apologetically, "Director Chen, Lieutenant Asano has assigned us a mission to assist in arresting a communist liaison on Avenue Joffre in the French Concession."

Chen Yang quickly said, "Work is important. Director Zuo, you have a task, so I'll head back first. We can talk about it later."

"Take care, Director Chen."

Shanghai, Avenue Joffre
Cold raindrops pattered against the glass windows of the bookstore.

A bookstore clerk hands a copy of "Women's Pictorial" to a customer.

The customer glanced at the contents, nodded in satisfaction, and went to the counter to pay.

The waiter continued wiping the bookshelf with a rag while keeping an eye on the clock on the wall.

The intelligence indicated that we were supposed to meet at 1 p.m., and the time has come, but our contact has not yet arrived.

I don't know if something unexpected happened.

When the intelligence was relayed last time, the liaison officer codenamed "Tailor" specifically reminded him that the recent disappearance of this new army special envoy had caused quite a stir and might have already attracted the attention of the Special Higher Police.

Remind him to stay vigilant and pay attention to his own safety.

So, could this saying really come true? Could something have really happened to the tailor?

According to internal rules, if an intelligence officer is 15 minutes late, he can leave under the pretext of preventing accidents; 10 minutes have already passed.

Something's wrong, absolutely absolutely wrong.
The shop assistant pondered for a moment, threw the rag into the bucket, and carried the bucket to the bookstore owner.

"Boss, I'm not feeling well, I'd like to go to Huichuntang on the street to have a look."

The bookstore owner quickly said, "Mingzai, if you're not feeling well, go home and rest. I'll take care of the rest of the work." Zhang Mingda repeatedly said, "Thank you, boss."

After putting the bucket back in its place, Zhang Daming glanced at the clock on the wall; it was 1:15.

It seems the tailor really is in trouble.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Daming took off his apron, picked up his oil-paper umbrella, and prepared to leave the bookstore.

Suddenly, the screeching sound of brakes from across the street ripped through the rain like a sharp knife.
The bookstore door was violently kicked open, and a stern shout, mixed with Japanese and Chinese, rang out: "Don't move! The Special Higher Police are conducting a joint investigation with the Nanjing Special Service!"

Wearing a black raincoat, Asano Ozo was the first to rush in, his eyes scanning like those of a hawk.

Behind him, several Japanese military police and plainclothes agents led by Zuo Mingquan quickly blocked the shop entrance, their dark gun barrels pointed at the shop owner and his employee Zhang Daming.

Zhang Mingda's expression changed drastically. Without hesitation, he threw the intelligence he had tucked into his clothes into the kerosene stove next to him. With a whoosh, flames shot up.

"Baka!" A Japanese soldier rushed forward to extinguish the flames, while Asano Ozon stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Mingda's wrist tightly.

"What's inside? Is it a message from the special envoy?" Asano Ozo roared at Zhang Daming.

"Pah!" Zhang Mingda spat a mouthful of saliva accurately onto Asano Ozo's face.

A Japanese soldier reached into the kerosene stove and pulled out half a love letter. By then, the edges of the love letter were blackened by soot, and half of it had been burned. Most of the writing was illegible, and only the character "路" (road) could be seen on the edge.

Based on deduction, this intelligence message should be an address, somewhere on a certain road.
"Speak, what exactly is the intelligence? Is it related to the special envoy?" Asano Ozo's cold voice rang out.

Zhang Mingda snorted coldly and closed his eyes without saying a word.

"Very good. I hope you can maintain this attitude when you get to the Special Higher Police."

"Director Zuo, seal off the scene and take everyone back for thorough interrogation! Don't let a single one escape!"

The chilling command echoed through the bookstore, which was filled with the stench of blood and death.

The afternoon rain pounded furiously against the windowpanes, as if foreshadowing an even more brutal manhunt to come.

In Shanghai, at the Jiangnan Wharf, the stars shone brightly in the midnight air after the rain, and even the air felt exceptionally fresh.

However, the middle-aged man waiting on the dock didn't seem to care about the smell in the air at all; instead, he appeared extremely uneasy.

His eyes darted around, constantly observing the surroundings.

Before long, a rickshaw stopped at the entrance of the dock, and a middle-aged man wearing a long gown and a brown hat got off and walked quickly into the dock.

"Clang, clang, clang." The middle-aged man picked up a stone and tapped it on the pillar a few times.

Upon hearing the voice, the person rushed forward: "Comrade Tailor, what happened? How did Lynx get exposed? What went wrong?"

If Chen Yang were present at this moment, he would recognize that the middle-aged man speaking was his elder brother, Lin Xueli.

The middle-aged man, codenamed "The Tailor," shook his head: "I don't know."

"The lynx sent me a contact signal, which only said important information and requested a meeting."

"Just as I was about to go to my appointment that afternoon, I suddenly received a message: There are enemies lying in ambush on Avenue Joffre, do not go there."

"The intelligence report was unsigned, but the markings underneath were emergency communication signals from within the organization. It must have been received and transmitted by one of our own people."

Lin Xueli nodded: "Comrade Tailor, I came here today to understand the specific situation."

“You have direct contact with Lynx. If something happens to Lynx, for safety’s sake, this line of communication will be cut off. You must leave Shanghai immediately.”

Lin Xueli then handed him a slip of paper: "Go to Hong Kong Island first. The contact address is on it. The comrades there will make arrangements."

“But that intelligence from Lynx,” the tailor pondered, “I suspect it might be related to the missing special envoy.”

(End of this chapter)