Spy war in the Republic of China, peak undercover

Harbin is shrouded in night, with a biting cold wind and dim street lights, adding a solemn atmosphere to the city.

Lu Yang stood in front of the window of the Special Agents Office of the Police Department, tapping the cold glass with his fingertips, his brows furrowed, staring at the dark night sky in the distance, as if he wanted to see through the thick darkness.

"Knock knock knock..."

There was a knock on the door, and Zhou Qing appeared at the door. He was still dressed in his signature style, a black suit and a black top hat. The brim of the hat was pulled down low, covering most of his face, making it difficult to see his expression.

"Mr. Lu," Zhou Qing lowered his voice and walked to Lu Yang's side, "There is news."

"Old Zhou, I've told you so many times, from now on, change your address and call me Boss or Section Chief."

"Yes, boss. Haha." Zhou Qing touched the back of his head awkwardly.

Lu Yang turned around, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, and asked anxiously, "When will the supply train arrive?"

Zhou Qing pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, carefully handed it to Lu Yang, and said in a deep voice: "This is the news that my comrades at the train station risked their lives to pass on. Take a look."

Lu Yang quickly interpreted the above content, but his expression became more serious.

"Three days later, at three in the morning, freight platform three..." Lu Yang repeated the contents of the note in a low voice, his tone heavy, "Time is too tight..."

"Yeah, do we have time to notify Commander Tian?" Zhou Qing's tone also revealed some worry.

"It's still in time, it must be in time!" Lu Yang said firmly, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes, "Send the courier out of the city now."

"But now the city is full of Japanese spies. It's extremely difficult to send the message out safely!" Zhou Qing couldn't help but say, his tone full of worry.

Lu Yang was silent. He knew Zhou Qing was telling the truth. Trying to send out intelligence under the close surveillance of the Japanese army was like pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth.

"There's always a way," Lu Yang took a deep breath and made a plan in his mind. "I think this way, the Anti-Japanese United Army will suffer fewer casualties..."

……

Zhou Qing was surprised after hearing this: "But if you do this, you might be exposed."

Lu Yang smiled mysteriously, "Haha, I'll give him a Sichuan Opera face-changing performance."

After hearing Lu Yang's plan, Zhou Qing's eyes widened as he looked at him in disbelief: "Boss, is this... is this even possible? This is too... too risky!"

Lu Yang patted Zhou Qing on the shoulder, a confident smile on his face. "Don't worry, Old Zhou. Trust me, I know what I'm doing. This time, I'm going to surprise the Japanese!"

… …

As night fell, the Harbin city gates were brightly lit and heavily guarded. A few puppet soldiers, rifles in hand, patrolled back and forth with boredom, occasionally exhaling puffs of white air that quickly dissipated in the cold air.

A black car slowly drove up and stopped in front of the city gate. Zhou Qing sat in the driver's seat, his expression calm, while Lu Yang sat in the back seat, his hat pulled low, covering most of his face.

"Stop! Check!" A puppet soldier walked forward and shouted in a rough voice.

Zhou Qing rolled down the car window, revealing a face like a debt collector, and said sternly, "We are from the Special Branch of the police station. Here are our IDs."

As he spoke, he took out two documents from his pocket and handed them over.

The puppet soldier took the document, glanced at it casually, then looked up at Lu Yang in the car and asked suspiciously, "Where are you going? It's so late?"

"We have been ordered to go outside the city on an urgent mission." Zhou Qing said calmly.

"Emergency mission?" The puppet soldier obviously didn't believe it. He reached out, knocked on the car window, and said to Lu Yang: "Hey, you, raise your head and let me see!"

Lu Yang slowly raised his head, revealing an angular face. His eyes were sharp, and he had an aura of majesty without even being angry, making people dare not look directly at him.

The puppet soldier was startled by Lu Yang's eyes and subconsciously took a half step back, but he quickly reacted and shouted angrily: "You...what are you looking at! Do you believe me..."

"presumptuous!"

Lu Yang slammed the car window and roared angrily. His eyes widened as he shouted, "Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you be so rude! I tell you, can you afford to delay our mission?!"

"I...I..." The puppet soldier was intimidated by Lu Yang's aura and could not utter a word.

The older man next to him seemed to have seen Lu Yang before.

He quickly ran over, nodding and bowing, "Chief Li, he's new here, please don't be offended!"

As he said this, he raised his foot.

"Get out of here! This is the famous Chief of the Secret Service, Li Wenhan."

The soldier quickly covered his buttocks and said with a smile: "Yes... yes..." The puppet soldier was frightened and retreated repeatedly.

Seeing this, Zhou Qing quickly stepped on the accelerator and the car sped out of the city gate and disappeared into the night.

Watching the car's back as it drove away, the puppet soldier finally came to his senses. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, patted his chest with lingering fear, and cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, you scared me to death. You guys should be smarter next time. Commander Zhang has been killed, what are you..."

A soldier asked quietly: "Did the regimental commander die with him?"

"Don't ask. In any case, don't offend him."

… …

The car sped along the bumpy dirt road. Inside the car, Lu Yang and Zhou Qing remained silent, and the atmosphere was somewhat depressing.

"Boss, this is not easy to get through. How are we going to perform later?" Zhou Qing broke the silence and said with lingering fear.

Lu Yang smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, Lao Zhou, I've made preparations."

As he spoke, he pulled out a small, exquisite box from his pocket. When he opened it, he saw a pair of round glasses and a small, black, velvety mustache inside.

Zhou Qing asked curiously, "Boss, what is this?"

Lu Yang picked up the brooch and pinned it on his chest. Then, looking in the small mirror inside the car, he carefully adjusted his collar and hat and said with a smile, "This is my secret weapon..."

In the dim light of the car lights, Zhou Qing saw that Lu Yang's originally angular face had become much softer, and his originally sharp eyes had become deep and restrained. He seemed like a completely different person.

"This...this..." Zhou Qing was so surprised that he was speechless.

Lu Yang looked at himself in the mirror, nodded with satisfaction, a confident smile on his face, and whispered, "Old Zhou, who do you think I look like now?"

“This…this…” Zhou Qing looked at Lu Yang carefully. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, his eyes widened and he exclaimed, “You…you…you are…?!”

… …