Spy war in the Republic of China, peak undercover

The woman looked her straight in the eyes and said tentatively with a hint of caution, "I am indeed you. I wonder if my cousin from Dongyang has any proof?"

The bearded man chuckled after hearing this, stroked his beard with one hand, took out a broken photo from his pocket and placed it on the table.

The photo shows an image of a woman who is very similar to the woman in front of him, as if they are the same person.

The woman was not surprised when she saw it. She took out a broken photo from her purse which had been prepared long ago, placed it on the table, and slowly pushed it forward.

The man also picked up the photo and adjusted it, putting the torn end of the photo together facing the woman.

The two torn photos were then combined to form a complete photo with only the cracks.

It was obvious that this was a photo that had been torn in half and was now in the hands of two different people.

After the woman became indifferent, a cold light flashed in her eyes and her tone became harsh.

"Are you Lu Jun?"

At this time, the bearded man took off his glasses and hat.

Revealing a handsome face.

The woman looked at his thick eyebrows, big eyes, and the incongruous beard under his high nose bridge, and couldn't help laughing.

The laughter stopped, and he turned serious again, saying seriously: "Why do you wear makeup and don't you need a secret code to connect?"

The bearded man looked nonchalant.

He stood up, put his hands behind his back and looked around the room.

As he looked at it, he casually said, "Whose brainless person came up with this way of contacting us? They actually used our photos. We look exactly like the photos. What kind of code words are they using?"

After thinking for a moment, he turned around and said, "I absolutely cannot show my face this time. I have to wait a few days and get the train ticket to Shanghai before I can show my real face in Ning'an County."

The woman replied with a cold expression: "You don't believe me here."

The bearded man pulled the round stool over and sat at the table again.

He stretched himself and said, "Let's get some wine and meat. I've been sleeping in this dilapidated temple for several days and I'm starving."

The woman stood up in a bad mood and snorted, then walked towards the door. When she passed the bearded man, he took a few deep breaths and blurted out, "It smells so good!"

The woman ignored him, opened the door and gave a few instructions to the maid at the door.

The maid responded and left. The woman closed the door, turned around, and walked back to her seat with light steps.

The two sat face to face again.

This time the bearded man said seriously in a low voice, "Qinglan, are you Japanese?"

Qinglan nodded silently.

The bearded man continued to ask, "How long have you been here?"

This time Qinglan was a little impatient. She interrupted the bearded man and asked him back.

"Lu Yangjun, Mr. Matsumoto should have taught you this. This is your only single-line contact. You can't come here unless there's something special. Are you here just to check my household registration?"

Lu Yang laughed awkwardly. "Well, it's my first time, so I'm a little nervous. And since it's in my hometown, I'm very curious."

After hearing this, Qinglan asked even more harshly, "How did you receive your training? Are you taking a trip? Now, let's get down to business. I believe you can't come to the temple for no reason."

Lu Yang put away his cynical look and began to straighten his posture.

"Qinglan, I need to know how to obtain my weapons and equipment, and how to contact my support?"

Qinglan seemed to have prepared everything for him long ago. She said slowly and in a low voice, "There are many rifles and grenades prepared for you under the coffin in the Yang family's haunted house in the west of the city."

"If you need any support, please contact me. I'm nominally your girlfriend, whom you met in Japan."

This sentence reminded Lu Yang that when he traveled through time to this Lu Yang, he was drunk in a Japanese tavern after a breakup.

When he woke up, he saw a Japanese man. He was Ichiro Matsumoto, Lu Yang's teacher when he was studying civil engineering in Japan.

Lu Yang had just crossed over and was drunk and confused, so he chatted randomly with Ichiro Matsumoto.

Then the old man said, "Lu Yang, you are my most proud disciple. You Chinese have a saying that goes, 'A real man never has trouble finding a wife.' A man should put his career first."

As soon as Lu Yang came through, he saw the middle-aged man in front of him with a bald head and a tuft of Japanese brush beard, and he had the urge to go up and kill him.

However, in uncertain situations, I still controlled my impulses.

He asked in confusion: "Teacher, I've had a little too much to drink. What year is it now?"

"This year is the eighth year of the Showa era, which is the 22nd year of the Republic of China in your country."

In his previous life, Lu Yang was a special forces soldier who died unexpectedly while on a mission, and his soul traveled here.

After a few minutes of sorting out his memories, Lu Yang had no choice but to face reality and decide to survive in this era.

This is a rare opportunity. We can take this opportunity to infiltrate Japan's intelligence agencies and contribute to the future of our motherland.

Thinking of this, he immediately sat up straight, lowered his head, and looked like he was admitting his mistake.

"Teacher, I was wrong. You taught me that I should forget all my romantic relationships and strive for the future of my country while I am still young."

Matsumoto nodded with satisfaction. This Chinese student left a very good impression on him. He had excellent grades in all subjects and came from a wealthy family, making him very suitable to become a spy.

"I'm glad you think so, Lu Yang. Now there is a path before you to contribute to your country."

Lu Yang lowered his head and continued humbly, "Please explain, teacher."

The old man, Matsumoto, pushed his glasses and said slowly, "You know your country has been plagued by years of war, with warlords dividing the country and the people suffering. Now only we, Japan, can save your country. I already have a group of like-minded people working hard for this cause, and we desperately need people like you to join us."

Having said that, he picked up the teacup and glanced down at Lu Yang's reaction. Then he gave the young man some time to observe whether he was willing from the bottom of his heart.

After taking a sip of tea, he saw that Lu Yang showed no expression of resistance.

So he continued, "Tomorrow I will take you to the Army Officer School to attend a refresher course. After you graduate, you can return home."

"Everything is subject to the teacher's arrangement."

Next, Lu Yang received various trainings for about half a year, during which he did not show any special skills in this area.

He deliberately misses the target when practicing, and always gets beaten when fighting.

The rest, such as anti-tracking, reconnaissance, photography, blasting, assassination, telegraphy, etc., are all above average.

The old man only sent him a telegram when he graduated.

It was sent to him by his housekeeper, telling him that his mother had passed away and his father was seriously ill.

"Lu Yang, this is a good opportunity for you to return home. I have already prepared everything for you in your county."

Lu Yang bid farewell to Matsumoto and boarded the passenger ship back home.

Along the way, he thought about these things carefully.

On the surface, one has to survive in this world without revealing one's identity, but secretly one has to kill decisively and without mercy.

The first thing is to avenge the original owner, kill the enemy as a sacrifice, and enhance our prestige!