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

"There is obviously a chance, why don't you leave?" Chen Yang's voice was so low, so low that no one could hear it.

Looking at the chess game on the board, Chen Yang seemed to sense a middle-aged figure slowly emerging in front of him.

He held the chess piece in his hand and placed it down step by step. Soon, a complex and beautiful chess game was formed on the board.

The middle-aged man seemed to hesitate for a long time after picking up the black piece, and was reluctant to put it down.

In the end, he made a choice and placed the chess piece in the place where it should not have been placed.

"I'm not leaving because I can't leave." The middle-aged man looked at the chessboard and said to himself, "From the moment I guessed your identity, I knew that I, not just me, but everyone must die here."

"Minister Chen, Minister Chen, you are really amazing. I can't imagine that a section chief of the intelligence department of the Military Control Commission can achieve what you have done."

"At first, I thought you might be Mr. A, but your information and behavior made me give up this idea."

"I began to doubt Mayor Zhou, Director Ding, and even Director Li of No. 76."

"All of them could be Mr. A."

"But it wasn't until I analyzed Ding Cun's behavior and found out that you probably knew that Ding Cun had a connection with us all along that I realized that you are not simple."

"So, I tested you, and you performed very well, being able to instantly discover the cause of Sun Shaoqian's death."

"This also proves my guess. It is impossible for such a person to not understand intelligence work at all."

"You knew that Dingcun had problems, and you could have used him to quietly dig us out, but you never did. With your intelligence and style, it seems that you don't need to retreat again and again against a small Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics action team."

"There is only one answer. Not only Dingcun but also the Japanese have been deceived by you."

"But here I come to the most difficult question: how did you get that information?"

"Dingcun told me very confidently that you have always acted as if you don't care about intelligence, and that such intelligence can only be mastered by the top Japanese officials."

"So, I re-read your resume when you were a transport officer,"

"I found something very interesting. The Japanese wanted to replace you several times, but they found that no one could replace your job."

"That means you are definitely a genius in data processing. This also explains why you can get the information you need just by analyzing the data even if you don't have access to intelligence."

"Once I have connected all the clues, I can finally confirm that you are Mr. A."

"The moment this result came out, I knew I had to die here."

"Minister Chen, for the great cause of the War of Resistance, anyone can become a chess piece as long as they are on this chessboard, and the purpose of the chess pieces' existence is to win the game."

"I just want to use this game of chess to tell you that sacrifice doesn't have to be meaningful. Sometimes you have to learn to compromise with yourself."

"You want us to retreat when faced with difficulties, but you don't know that if we retreat, the chances of your identity being exposed will greatly increase."

"China is not short of smart people. The five major intelligence agencies in Shanghai have spent so much time trying to find us, obviously because there is an insider."

"You knew there was an insider but you deliberately left it alone. You can use Dingcun as a cover-up, but if things get out of control, the intelligence agencies in Shanghai will find that it is still unreasonable after analysis."

"So, I can only place the chess piece here. The best solution to this game is that everyone loses..."

"Mr. Chen, Sang Chen, what's wrong with you?" Qingqi Qingyin's cry brought Chen Yang back to reality.

There were no middle-aged people in front of him, and the seats were empty. Unconsciously, there were cigarette butts all over the floor at Chen Yang's feet.

"Nothing, I'm just wondering if there's anything wrong with this game of chess?" Chen Yang's tone sounded a little tired.

Qingqi Qingyin glanced at the chessboard: "Well, isn't it just a draw? What's so good about it?"

"Don't you Chinese people always say that a draw is the most valuable thing? A draw in chess is normal."

Chen Yang stood up and patted Qingqi Qingyin on the shoulder and said, "Qingqi Jun, you still think too simply."

"This person is trying to say that it doesn't matter if he wins or not, but I must not win."

"Peace is the most precious thing. Humph, there are not so many things that are the most precious thing."

Qing Qi Qing Yin was stunned for a moment, touched his nose and said: "Mr. Chen is still thinking far ahead."

"By the way, have you found any valuable clues here?" Chen Yang didn't intend to dwell on this issue.

Qingqi Qingyin shook his head, "The data was completely destroyed, and there is nothing valuable to find."

"Mr. Chen, is there really something wrong with Director Li?"

Chen Yang frowned and said, "Why would Qingqi-kun think so? Just based on the testimony of a Central Bureau of Investigation agent?"

"Qingqi-kun, Director Li is not an ordinary nobody. If he has a problem, he must have evidence."

"Otherwise, what do you think those who work for the empire will think?"

"Besides, we can't trust everything the Central Bureau of Investigation agents say. The best way is to let Director Li prove himself."

"Mr. Chen, do you mean to hand Gao Shizhan over to Li Qun?" Qing Qi Qingyin frowned and said, "What if Li Qun kills him?"

Chen Yang sneered and said, "You are wrong, Lord Qingqi. Li Qun will definitely find a way to save Gao Shizhan's life. At least Gao Shizhan will not die before he finds evidence."

"If Gao Shizhan died in his hands, he really wouldn't be able to explain it even if he had a hundred mouths."

“Of course, if Director Li can prove that he is fine, that will be the end of Gao Shizhan’s life.”

Shanghai, Yangshupu Wharf.

"Stationmaster, seven ships have arrived and are loading oil." A figure rushed into the room.

Du Xiufeng said in a deep voice: "Are you all ready, brothers?"

The man took a breath and said, "Brothers are ready, just waiting for your order."

Du Xiufeng said in an unquestionable tone: "Pass my order, everyone who enters Yangshupu Wharf must blow up the transport ship and the oil pipeline."

"In this mission, anyone who is afraid of fighting and retreats will be killed without mercy."

"Yes, Station Master." The man nodded solemnly, turned and left the room.

Du Xiufeng undressed and opened a wooden box. Inside was a bundle of explosives. Without any hesitation, Du Xiufeng tied the explosives to his body.

After doing all this, Du Xiufeng bowed respectfully to Gu Linhuai: "Teacher, I am ready."

Gu Linhuai patted Du Xiufeng on the shoulder and said, "Xiufeng, I won't say anything else."

"When you have used up all the spelling, the teacher will fill in the blanks. Let's go..."

Du Xiufeng nodded, put on his clothes, and opened the door. It was pitch black outside, but a faint voice of opera could be heard in the room...

"I will repay your kindness on the Golden Terrace and die for you with the Jade Dragon..."

Well, I want to complain again. Some people read spy wars as urban cool novels. How should I put it? You read them but don’t understand them. If you don’t understand, you don’t ask. If you ask, you don’t tell. If you are told, you are wrong. If you are wrong, you don’t accept it. What should the author do? Explain one by one?

Alas, after finishing this book, I will never write a spy novel again. It’s too tiring. I feel like I will lose several years of my life...

If the author is still able to write the next book, he must try to write a historical fantasy...

Well, I have finished speaking, who is in favor and who is against...