Spy Wars: I'm the boss, who am I afraid of?

In the early morning on the streets of the Republic of China, the mist has not yet completely dissipated, and the stone road is filled with a faint smell of moss. The old street lamps sway in the weak morning light, as if telling the story of last night. Last night, at the lively banquet, the car owner was drinking and chatting with friends. Unknowingly, his car was quietly driven away by Tang Xiaoxiao. This is a famous young man. His car is often parked in that familiar corner, like a fixed landscape.

However, when the sun rose and he walked out of his house and prepared to drive to start a new day, he found that the familiar car was not where it should be.

"Where's my car?" The owner was slightly surprised, but not too panicked. After all, last night's banquet made his memory fuzzy, and he might have parked his car somewhere else while drunk. With a slight headache and slight doubts, he shuttled through the nearby alleys, looking for his beloved car.

After five minutes of searching, the owner finally saw his car at the entrance of a narrow alley, parked there quietly, as if waiting for its owner to arrive.

He walked up quickly, opened the door, and got into the driver's seat, but he noticed something unusual the moment he started the car. The fuel indicator light on the dashboard was flashing, reminding him that the fuel level was significantly lower than usual.

The car owner couldn't help but frown, thinking: Could it be that I was so drunk last night that I didn't even know how many streets I drove, and the car was idling and consuming gas? This thought made him laugh and cry, and at the same time he felt a little embarrassed for his drunken behavior.

Iwai Mansion, an intelligence agency hidden deep in the bustling city, carries countless secrets and missions with its mysterious and low-key appearance. It is not only a distribution center for intelligence, but also a decision-making center. Every little movement may affect the overall situation. Behind the heavy iron door are rooms filled with sophisticated equipment and encrypted files, silently operating a global intelligence network.

At this moment, Iwai Shunji, the head of the mansion, was sitting in his office, facing the silence in the room, his face ashen and burning with anger.

Iwai Shunji, known for his shrewdness and thoughtfulness, could not keep his usual calm at this moment. His fingers were tightly gripping the table, and his knuckles were white from the force. Every breath was filled with suppressed anger, and the atmosphere in the office became as tense as a knife.

The agents standing opposite him could all feel this invisible pressure.

"The telecommunications room was broken into, the staff on duty were killed, confidential documents were stolen, and the radio station disappeared without a trace."

He looked around, his eyes sweeping over his subordinates in military uniforms with expressionless faces. Each of them was waiting for his orders, and there was a hint of fear in each of their eyes. Iwai Shunji took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and asked in a steady tone: "Who can tell me why such a thing happened in this heavily guarded Iwai Mansion?"

An agent, thin and with beads of sweat on his forehead, took a trembling step forward and tried to explain: "General, our guards did not find anything unusual. The doors and windows of the telecommunications room were intact. There were no signs of a struggle, and no clues of any intruders. It was as if...it was as if they appeared out of thin air and disappeared out of thin air."

Iwai Shunji's eyes were like an eagle, examining the intelligence officer sharply. His voice was low and powerful: "Appear out of thin air, disappear out of thin air? How is this possible? Are our guards and our patrols just decorations?" His words were full of doubt and anger, but more of confusion.

Another agent, with a stern face and straight back, interrupted and said, "Chief, perhaps we should consider the possibility of internal leaks. Can all the staff in the telecommunications room be trusted? Is it possible that someone is secretly colluding with the enemy and deliberately leading the enemy to steal secrets?" His words caused the people present to murmur, and everyone felt uneasy.

Iwai Shunji nodded and turned his gaze to the silent head of the telecommunications room in the corner. The middle-aged man was pale and there was fear in his eyes.

"You," Iwai Shunji pointed at him, "you are the person in charge of the telecommunications room. What's your explanation for this?"

The person in charge of the telecommunications room stood up tremblingly, sweat rolling down his forehead: "Chief, I... I am sure that my people are loyal. Those who can enter the telecommunications room have been screened, but... but if it is other people, I... I can't guarantee it." His voice echoed in the empty hall, sounding particularly weak.

Iwai Shunji frowned, he knew this was a conversation without an answer. His mansion, his intelligence agency, had such a serious omission, which he could not accept. He turned and walked towards the huge French window. The city outside the window was sleeping in the night, but his heart was like a turmoil.

"Immediately seal off all exits and conduct a thorough search of everyone in the mansion." He ordered, his voice firm and resolute. "I want to know who, how, and why broke into my Iwai Mansion, stole the documents, and took away the radio. Whoever it is, whether he is a human or a ghost, find him for me!"

The afternoon sun lazily sprinkled on the signboard of Yunkai Restaurant. The golden words "Yunkai" looked particularly dazzling in the sun, but it could not dispel the silence in the restaurant at the moment. The originally bustling place now had only a few tables of guests, which seemed unusually deserted.

Kitahara Taisuke of the Military Police had just left, and his serious face and his group of soldiers armed with live ammunition seemed to have left a trace of tension in the air. In the name of arresting anti-Japanese elements, they were actually feasting in the restaurant, causing the guests in the restaurant to stay away.

At this moment, the door curtain was gently lifted, and another group of people stepped into the restaurant. They were members of the No. 76 Special Agent Agency. The leader was the second captain of the operation, Lin Zhicheng, who was burly and had sharp eyes. His appearance made the atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly solemn.

"Boss Hu, business is booming!" Lin Zhicheng walked in and greeted him politely in a low and powerful voice.

"Hey, Captain Lin, what brings you here today?" Hu Yunkai's face was full of smiles, although there was a hint of imperceptible worry in that smile.

Lin Zhicheng sighed and shook his head, "Don't mention it. There was a burglary at the Iwai Mansion last night. The director ordered us to search everywhere and there must be no mistakes."

Hu Yunkai heard this, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, "How dare someone go to Yanjing Mansion to attack? What was lost?"

"It is said that some valuables were lost, but I don't know the details. However, Iwai Mansion should not be underestimated." Lin Zhicheng's answer was full of caution. His eyes swept across every corner of the restaurant, as if looking for some clues.

"This... is really outrageous." Hu Yunkai muttered to himself. He knew the power behind Iwai Mansion and what it meant.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hu. This is official business. I hope you can understand." Lin Zhicheng bowed slightly and signaled his men to start searching.

"It's okay, you can search as much as you want. Our Yunkai Restaurant has always been aboveboard." Hu Yunkai agreed readily. He knew that in this situation, cooperation was the best option.

Hearing this, Lin Zhicheng nodded with satisfaction, and with a wave of his hand, his men immediately dispersed and began to carefully check every table and even every corner. They moved skillfully and professionally, not missing any place where clues might be hidden.

Time passed by minute by minute. After the search was completed, a team member walked up to Lin Zhicheng and reported in a low voice: "Captain, no abnormalities were found."

Lin Zhicheng frowned slightly, then turned to Hu Yunkai and said, "Boss Hu, if there is any situation, please come to No. 76 to find us as soon as possible."

"Okay, no problem, I will." Hu Yunkai responded firmly.