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

Shanghai Stock Exchange, Consulate, high-level conference room.

When Chen Yang arrived at the conference room, the meeting had already begun.

"Sorry, sorry." Chen Yang apologized and sat next to Li Xianshu.

"It's okay. You've come just in time. Mr. Nakanishi, could you please tell me about the plan's arrangements for the material transfer center?"

Zhong Xigong stood up and nodded to Li Xianshu, then turned around and said: "Everyone, General Yingzuo was accidentally assassinated. The consequences of this incident are very serious. We believe that this is a provocation by China to the Empire of Japan."

"We will not and cannot just brush this matter aside. We want them to know the price of provoking the Empire."

"After studying this 'poison network plan', the Chinese Expeditionary Force decided to implement the plan to round up the Red Party guerrillas in Jiangsu and Zhejiang."

“Project Drug Web is jointly implemented by five departments.”

"The Mei Agency is responsible for the transmission of intelligence. Qingqi-kun, you are responsible for delivering the proposed combat plan to the insider in the Red Party and have him contact their commander as soon as possible."

Qingqi Qingyin stood up and nodded slightly to Zhongxi Gong, saying: "No problem."

"The Special High Section and our Expeditionary Force Information Department are responsible for propaganda and must further stimulate the Red Party and make them determined to attack the train carrying supplies."

Genichirō Otani nodded, indicating that it was no problem.

"Director Chen, your task is very simple. You just need to coordinate the vehicles. The only requirement is that you cannot make mistakes in time."

Chen Yang nodded in agreement.

"Lieutenant Colonel Nakamura, are there any problems with the troop movement? Do you need to coordinate with the Expeditionary Force Headquarters?"

Nakamura Hiroshi stood up and said, "Please rest assured, Director Nakanishi, we have urgently mobilized the 119th Regiment stationed in Hangzhou. Captain Gushan can dispatch two squadrons to ambush on the train."

"The 122nd Regiment stationed in Wucheng will be well prepared to blockade the enemy and must cooperate with the outside forces to wipe out the Red Party in one fell swoop."

Zhong Xigong nodded slightly and turned his gaze to Li Xianshu.

Li Xianshu said: "If everyone has no objection to this plan, then go down and prepare."

"Chen Yang, arrange for the people from No. 76 to strengthen the intelligence gathering work in Shanghai."

"I hope you will all work together to completely solve the problem of the Red Party guerrillas in the south this time."

"Hi."

On March 4, 1939, it rained moderately.

Suddenly, a large amount of news about the Japanese 11th Army's attack on Nanchang appeared on the Shanghai market.

The Battle of Nanchang had been going on for eleven days. Ningji Okamura mobilized the Hata Detachment, the 106th Regiment, and the 115th Regiment to capture Anyi and Fengxin within ten days, forming a heavy military force to support Nanchang.

In order to capture Nanchang as soon as possible, Ningji Okamura ordered the Land Direct Flight Brigade at Hankou Airport to drop poison gas bombs into the city of Nanchang.

Many newspapers, including the Shanghai Daily, Shenbao, and Xinmin Newspaper, simultaneously published reports on the horrific scenes of poison gas bombs inflicting harm to the human body.

This chemical weapon has extremely strong destructive power. After being absorbed by the human body, the consequences include swollen eyes, skin ulcers, and difficulty breathing.

In severe cases, chemical burns cover up to 95% of the skin, which can be life-threatening at any time.

Mustard gas is not only extremely harmful, but also causes great pain to its victims. Therefore, during the First World War, this weapon was listed as a weapon that is prohibited from production and use.

However, the Japanese did not care about the provisions of the Geneva Convention and openly used this weapon in the war.

The large number of photos of injured people in the newspapers made the public's anger reach a peak.

Multiple protest marches broke out in the Shanghai Stock Exchange instantly.

Shanghai, Gaoqiao Town.

This is a small market town in the suburbs of Shanghai.

A man wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat was walking quickly through the streets of Gaoqiao Town.

Arriving in front of a grain and oil store, the man wiped the rain off his forehead and looked up at the store number.

After confirming that this was the contact point, the man walked into the grain and oil shop and said to the boss, "Boss, do you have any thousand-layer cake for sale?"

The boss raised his head and glanced at the other party and said, "How much does the customer want?"

The man replied, "Four ounces and eight cents."

The boss stood up and looked behind the man to make sure no one was following him. He immediately pulled the man into the backyard and then extended his hand and said, "Hello, comrade."

"Hello, I'm an underground traffic officer at the Shanghai Traffic Station, codenamed Huazhi." Wang Renfu took off his raincoat and bamboo hat and said, "I have very important information to give to Lingze, the leader of the Jiangsu and Zhejiang district action team."

"Excuse me, can I see him?"

The boss looked Wang Renfu up and down for a moment and asked, "How did you find this place?"

Wang Renfu explained: "Last month we were ordered to lie low and wait to be awakened. I am a staff member of the City Hall."

"The day before yesterday, I accidentally discovered an extremely important piece of information."

"This piece of information is of great importance. For the sake of the overall situation, I have to take the risk and use the previous emergency contact code."

"Yesterday, I received a reply and the other party gave me the contact code and address, which is how I found this place."

The boss nodded and said, "Comrade, thank you for your hard work."

"I am Lingze, tell me if you have any news."

"Are you Lingze?" Wang Renfu looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with a bloated figure and no special temperament, his eyes full of suspicion.

"Yes, I am Lingze, the highest commander of the action team in Jiangsu and Zhejiang regions." The boss said as he took out a black plate that looked like iron but not iron.

The sign depicted some rain falling from the sky. Wang Renfu had an idea. According to the previous description of the underground transportation station, this was indeed Lingze's identity plate.

The boss put the nameplate away and said in a deep voice: "Comrade Huazhi, what important information did you get?"

Although Wang Renfu still had some doubts, he couldn't find any excuse at this time.

"Comrade Lingze, when I was working at the City Hall, I accidentally overheard a conversation between Zhao Mingquan of the City Hall's Public Security Department and Colonel Qingshui of the Mei Agency."

"The Japanese plan to transport 7,500 mustard gas bombs to Nanchang on the 7th of this month."

"This batch of poison gas bombs will depart from Nanjing at dawn on March 7th and will be transported by the Shanghai Material Transportation Center."

"This is the driving time and route map." Wang Renfu took out an oil paper package from his arms. After opening it, he found several yellowed papers.

The front of the paper is signed "Shanghai Municipal Hall xxx Report", and the back is some pictures and dates...

Wang Renfu explained: "Comrade Lingze, because it happened so suddenly, I didn't have time to prepare the paper."

"In addition, in order to prevent being discovered by the Japanese, I took a document from the city hall and copied all the information on the back."

The boss nodded slightly, patted Wang Renfu on the shoulder and said, "Comrade Huazhi, you have worked hard."