Crossing the spy war, my code name is God of Wealth

Brain Storage Center

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In the winter of the 26th year of the Republic of China...

This was an extremely dark year in modern history.

On July 7, 1937, the Marco Polo Bridge Incident broke out.

On August 9 of the same year, the Japanese Marine Corps Command created the famous "Hongqiao Incident" in Shanghai.

The Japanese took this as an excuse to launch an attack and sent massive troops to Shanghai. Four days later, on the morning of August 13, General Zhang led his troops into Shanghai first. The next day, the Battle of Shanghai broke out.

This battle, which lasted more than three months, caused heavy losses to the national army.

Fourteen generals died in the battle, thousands of officers died for their country, the National Army’s Central Navy was completely wiped out, and 300,000 Chinese men shed their blood in the Huangpu River.

The battle ended with the Nationalist Army retreating and the announcement of the complete fall of Shanghai.

Although the Shanghai stock market fell, the war did not stop there.

On November 17, the Japanese army attacked Nanjing City in three directions.

In the national army's capital of Nanjing, the sound of gunfire could be heard. The superiors planned to withdraw from Nanjing and shift their focus to the rear.

Before leaving, the Fuxing Society received an order from Dai Yunong and sent three special agent teams to Shanghai, where they secretly lurked and organized information and intelligence gathering in the enemy-occupied areas.

On November 29, the Intelligence Department held its first secret meeting, but the secret was leaked by a traitor. The Japanese military police dispatched two reorganized squadrons of more than 200 people to carry out a bloody encirclement and suppression of the stronghold.

The battle lasted for more than ten minutes, and all the team members participating in the party were killed.

But things are unpredictable, and the net of heaven is vast, there will always be one or two fish that slip through the net...

midnight.

Bang bang bang, a burst of rapid gunfire instantly woke Chen Yang up.

Chen Yang reached around vigilantly, but didn't feel the gun. Instead, he felt something warm and smooth.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" A gasp sounded, Chen Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead and forced a smile: "Nothing, nothing, I was just too nervous."

"Master, don't worry," the woman beside him sat up and smiled sweetly to comfort him, "I'm safe here."

"Haha," Chen Yang smiled, touched his stomach, and subconsciously said, "Is there anything to eat at home? I'm hungry."

The woman was slightly startled. "There are still some noodles. If you don't mind, I'll make some for you."

"Okay," Chen Yang nodded...

The woman put on her clothes and went to the kitchen to cook noodles. Chen Yang propped himself up with a pillow, leaned against the head of the bed and rubbed his eyebrows.

Chen Yang is actually a time traveler.

In his previous life, he was a dog planner in a game company, designing auxiliary scripts for a war game called "Rise of Empire".

Before traveling here, he had been working hard at his workstation for seven days and seven nights.

When the script ran successfully, his vision suddenly went dark and when he woke up again, he inexplicably became a small spy for the Fuxing Society.

Fortunately, God treated him well. After traveling to this world, he brought nothing else with him, but the auxiliary script he designed suddenly appeared in his mind.

This auxiliary script has many functions, such as audio and text synchronization, panoramic map, precise calculation, battlefield identification, target lock, long-range shooting assistance and so on.

However, for Chen Yang, there are currently only two most practical functions, one is battlefield identification, and the other is assisted aiming.

The identification function is used to identify opponents on the battlefield. Just open the map you are in. Those with green dots are friendly forces, those with yellow dots are neutral NPC characters, and those with red dots are hostile forces.

The aiming function is slightly worse in comparison. Because it is a war game, this function is generally used to assist large weapons such as artillery to carry out precise strikes, but there is no outstanding performance in firearms.

However, in this world, this function still has its highlights, that is, it is incredibly accurate when hitting moving targets.

Facing moving targets, his hit rate can reach over 90%, which is far beyond the reach of even the best sniper in the Fuxing Society.

Originally, the best choice for someone with this ability was to be a gunner. However, compared to the bloody battles on the battlefield, Chen Yang still wanted to stay in the rear where it was safer, so he continued to stay in the Fuxing Society and be an ordinary spy.

Humans are animals that seek benefits and avoid harm. Chen Yang is just an ordinary person, not an invulnerable superman, so it is understandable that he is afraid of death.

Having said that, the reason he was able to escape from the encirclement of the stronghold was largely due to this auxiliary system.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a bunch of red dots appearing on the map. If I didn't run, I would be caught...

Uh, I think I've gone off topic.

Soon, a bowl of simple plain noodles was served. Supplies were extremely scarce in that era.

The noodles cooked by the woman were simply made of water, a spoonful of soy sauce, a spoonful of lard, and a few chopped green onions sprinkled on top as a symbolic garnish.

Although the taste was light, Chen Yang enjoyed it very much...

After eating the noodles, Chen Yang hugged the woman and lay on the bed, dazed. In this chaotic world, he didn't know if he could live to twelve years later to wait for the beginning of a new life.

Forget it, live one day at a time. If there is really no way out, save the last bullet for yourself...

Mountain city, Hunan Guild Hall.

"Good-for-nothing, waste," the huge shouting almost blew off the roof.

Chen Gongshu stood in front of the desk without saying a word, with his head lowered, not daring to breathe.

As an old man in the Intelligence Department, he was well aware of the moody personality of the man in front of him. He had no doubt that if he dared to shirk his responsibility at this moment, the officer opposite him would slap him in the face without hesitation.

Moreover, he really had no reason to shirk responsibility. More than 20 key members of the Fuxing Society were lurking in Shanghai for less than half a month before they were wiped out.

The key point is that the news about this incident was obtained from the newspaper three days after it happened, which made the Fuxing Society a complete laughing stock of the Intelligence Department.

The middle-aged man in front of him was breathing heavily and pulling open the collar of his shirt with force.

The two brothers from the CC faction have always been at odds with him, and secretly arranged for Xu Encheng to hinder him.

Although the two sides have not yet reached the point of breaking off relations, they are not far from it.

Now that he has lost so much face, that person must be laughing in his dreams at night.

This is not the most important thing. The important thing is that his superiors have begun to doubt his ability and whether he can still serve as the secretary-general of the Southern Action Committee.

You know, he got this position with great difficulty. In addition to dealing with Xu, his superiors also hoped that he could compete with the two brothers of the Chen family in the future.

After a burst of anger, the middle-aged man said with a gloomy face: "My superiors came to talk to me, and they hinted that they wanted to set up a new department. Now this mess has happened. How do you think they will look at me?"

"Tell me, what went wrong this time?"

"Is it you, is it you..."

"I, I didn't..." Chen Gongshu shook his head repeatedly, but he stammered and couldn't explain clearly.

It is at this moment...

"Knock, knock, knock," there was a rapid knock on the door and an officer rushed in with a telegram.

"Good news, good news."

"The Shanghai market was not completely wiped out. One person even escaped."

"What? Another one ran away?" The middle-aged man was startled and stood up suddenly...