Spy Wars: I Can See What's In Your Heart

"Speak." The boss said briefly.

Shen Mingchen did not dare to delay and immediately told him his discovery, then asked carefully.

"Boss, we still can't confirm whether there is a mole in our company or not."

"At this joint meeting, military officers and senior officials from the government will be present. If we hold a meeting without eliminating security risks, what if something unexpected happens..."

The boss added: "The old man is very determined. This meeting must be held no matter what."

"What we in the Military Intelligence Department have to do is to ensure that the meeting can be held smoothly."

The meaning of this statement is already obvious.

If there is a problem, then go and investigate it. If you can't find it, then just take the blame!

"Yes, boss, I understand." Shen Mingchen said in a muffled voice.

After hanging up the phone, Shen Mingchen leaned back in his chair, pinching his nose with a headache.

The boss just talks and his subordinates work hard.

Shen Mingchen felt a lot of pressure.

Mole?

No one knows who he is.

Besides, the Operations Department has already captured a Japanese spy group, and the other Japanese spies lurking in Nanjing will certainly not show up easily.

Jinling City is so big, even if the Japanese spies want to take action, we have to know what they want to do.

……

the other side.

Chen Yongren, who received the bonus, was not stingy and took a team of teammates to Qingfenglou for a big meal before they went home.

Chen Yongren's generous behavior made the team members like him more.

The current price of legal tender is still very strong. I took a large group of people out for a meal and it only cost 60 legal tender.

But Chen Yongren knew that it was only a matter of time before this thing became toilet paper, so he had to find a way to replace it with something more valuable.

After eating and drinking, Chen Yongren said goodbye to everyone, took a rickshaw and returned to his home in Dongcheng District.

There is some distance from Qingfenglou to Dongcheng District. Chen Yongren changed into a comfortable position and reviewed the situation while sitting on the rickshaw.

The Black Dog Team was completely wiped out, and all five spies in the team were captured.

But Chen Yongren knew very well that no matter what means the interrogation department used, they would not be able to get any valuable clues from the four newly captured Japanese spies.

The reason is simple. Such low-level team members cannot possibly know too many secrets.

At most, they could find out through interrogation that their mission was to assassinate the mayor of Jinling.

Watanabe Shun's Black Dog Group was the one that was abandoned in the entire plan. The purpose of the Japanese spies letting them appear was to increase the credibility of the intelligence.

Second.

It was the meeting that made the Japanese spies feel like wild dogs smelling blood and flesh.

Who is the mole lurking within the Nationalist government?

Where exactly is he, and are there any other moles besides him?

These are all things that need to be resolved as quickly as possible.

Chen Yongren knew it very well.

If you want to catch this mole, you must catch its superior.

But where is his online friend?

Thinking of this, Chen Yongren felt a bit of a headache.

"Sir, we're here." The rickshaw driver stopped the rickshaw and said to Chen Yongren.

Chen Yongren casually took out a French franc, handed it to the driver, then got off the car and walked towards the apartment building.

"Sir, there are too many, too many!" the driver said hurriedly.

"Sir?"

Chen Yongren frowned slightly, opened his insight towards him, put his right hand on the Browning pistol behind his waist, and said coldly: "How do you know I'm the commander?"

When performing the mission, Chen Yongren was wearing casual clothes, so no one should know his identity.

If there was anything wrong with the driver, Chen Yongren would send him to the interrogation department without hesitation.

"While you were eating, I was watching outside." The driver picked up the blackened towel draped over his shoulder, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a bit of pride on his face.

"The owner of Qingfenglou came out to greet you personally. His expression was not only respectful, but also a little bit scared, as if you could take his life at any time."

"The only person who can make a businessman so scared is someone with a gun."

Chen Yongren couldn't help laughing after hearing the driver's clear and logical analysis.

It turned out that he was just a driver with some cleverness.

"I'm in a good mood today. The extra money can be considered as your reward!" Chen Yongren waved his hand.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you very much, sir!" Xiangzi smiled happily and put a French franc into his pocket.

I only made 40 cents on this trip, but I didn't expect to get 60 cents in French currency for free.

It would be great if I could meet such generous guests every day. Then I could buy a house of my own and have a wife and children to live in. It’s so nice just thinking about it.

I'll go to the tavern later and order a cup of wine, a plate of peanuts, and half a pound of beef to give the children some meat.

Having insight into the driver's inner thoughts, Chen Yongren has determined that he is just an ordinary rickshaw driver.

Looking at the rickshaw driver in front of him, Chen Yongren suddenly thought of something.

Rickshaw pullers, as laborers at the bottom of society, often drive their rickshaws around the city and come into contact with all kinds of customers.

When they have nothing to do and are resting, they will get together and chat.

Because they are at the bottom of society, no one usually pays attention to them.

If we could develop a few rickshaw drivers as spies, there might be a lot of unexpected surprises.

"Wait a minute." Chen Yongren called to the driver.

"what?"

The driver, who was planning to take a sip of wine, slowly turned around and looked at Chen Yongren.

He thought Chen Yongren regretted his decision and wanted to get back the extra money.

"What's your name?" Chen Yongren asked.

"Reporting to the commander, my name is Xiangzi." Xiangzi said cautiously.

"Xiangzi..."

Chen Yongren took out five French francs from his pocket, handed them to Xiangzi and said, "Come back here to pick me up at 5: tomorrow morning and take me around Nanjing."

"It doesn't cost so much to charter a car." Xiangzi waved his hand quickly.

"Xiangzi, how long have you been pulling a rickshaw? How much can you earn in a month?" Chen Yongren asked.

"It's been about ten years. I can earn 20 French francs a month if I'm rich, but only a few dollars if I'm poor. I saved enough money to buy my own rickshaw last month."

Having said that, Xiangzi glanced at Chen Yongren, and spoke quickly as if he had made up his mind.

"Although I am a coachman, I have not received much education and can only do this kind of hard work, but I walk the streets and alleys. There is no place in Jinling City that I am not familiar with. If you have any instructions in the future, please tell me as soon as possible."

Seeing that the man in front of him was generous and had an extraordinary temperament, Xiangzi, who had been at the bottom of society for a long time, didn't want to continue like this.

Xiangzi's intention to seek refuge was very obvious in his words.

It’s fine if you have to work hard yourself, but you must never let your children pull rickshaws when they grow up.

But those guests usually look down on others. Who would care about a person at the bottom of society?

But now, Xiangzi has a feeling.

As long as you hold on to the thigh of the person in front of you, the fate of the second half of your life will change drastically.

Chen Yongren, who knew Xiangzi's inner thoughts, would never let Xiangzi get on board easily.

Things that are hard to come by should be cherished. Let’s whet his appetite first.

Chen Yongren slapped the money on Xiangzi's hand, pretending not to understand what Xiangzi said, and said, "Remember to pick me up tomorrow!"

After saying that, Chen Yongren walked towards the apartment building without looking back.

Xiangzi stood there, quietly looking at Chen Yongren's back, until Chen Yongren disappeared from his sight, then he drove away.

Chen Yongren lived on the second floor of this six-story apartment building. He just took out the key from his pocket and was about to open the door.

Then I heard a delicate voice behind me.

"Ah Ren, why are you back so late today?"

The owner of the voice sounded familiar.

Chen Yongren turned around and saw that it was his landlord, Mrs. Hu, who lived next door to him.

Mrs. Hu's husband died early and left her this apartment building. She usually lives on the rent here.

My daily life is shopping, drinking coffee, and when I’m in a good mood I go to the nightclub to dance. Life is quite interesting.

She was wearing a tight blue cheongsam today, holding a small folding fan in her hand, with pretty short hair, no makeup, and a sweet smile.

Mrs. Hu was leaning against the door frame, looking at Chen Yongren with interest.

She is not very beautiful, but she is a very charming woman.

is her!

Looking at the familiar face in front of him, Chen Yongren finally remembered.

Who is the face that appeared near the mayor of Jinling?

No wonder she looked familiar, isn’t she my landlord?

Chen Yongren instinctively felt that something was wrong and immediately became aware of her.

"What are you looking at, idiot?"

"In three days, all your government agencies will be paralyzed, and then you will have to change masters!"

"That mole finally came into play. All our years of hard work paid off!"