Spy war in the Republic of China, peak undercover

The moment Fei Baoshan stepped into the Military Control Commission headquarters, the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.

The smell was like an invisible knife, stinging his nose and his heart.

He suppressed his discomfort and walked towards the morgue with heavy steps.

Every step felt like walking on the edge of a knife, painful and difficult.

Wang Qi's body lay there, pale and cold, as if silently accusing something.

Fei Baoshan stared at the familiar face, with complicated emotions surging in his heart.

They have worked together for many years. Although they are not close friends, they can be considered comrades-in-arms who fight side by side.

Now, this once living person lies quietly on the cold iron bed, never to open his eyes again.

Fei Baoshan took a deep breath and turned to face the little spies.

His voice was calm, but his eyes contained an unconcealable fatigue and sadness: "What happened that day?"

A young spy stammered, "Station, Stationmaster, it's like this... We received a tip-off that Section Chief Zhang is going to meet with the Japanese at the inn..."

"Go on." Fei Baoshan's voice was low and hoarse.

The agent swallowed, as if trying to organize his words: "Section Chief Li went first, but...but he was subdued by Section Chief Zhang."

Fei Baoshan frowned, a hint of subtle surprise flashing in his eyes: "What's going on? Tell me in detail."

Another agent interjected, a hint of fear in his voice, "When we arrived, we saw Section Chief Li and Section Chief Zhang fighting. They were tussling, and Section Chief Li looked quite badly hurt. His face was covered in blood, and his clothes were torn."

Fei Baoshan stared at the spy who was speaking with a sharp gaze: "And then?"

The agent's voice trembled, as if recalling the horrific scene: "Then Section Chief Zhang suddenly pulled out his gun and opened fire at Section Chief Li. With a bang, the bullet grazed Section Chief Li's ear and hit the wall."

"How is Li Tiesheng?" Fei Baoshan asked with a hint of urgency in his voice.

"Section Chief Li dodged and then ran around. It was obvious that he had no professional training and couldn't even hold a gun. Section Chief Zhang even laughed at him for being a nerd and not knowing how to use a gun, but..." The spy's voice became smaller and smaller, as if he didn't dare to say the next words.

Fei Baoshan's heart sank. He felt that something bad was about to happen: "But what?"

The spy lowered his head, his voice barely audible. "Section Chief Zhang couldn't hit Section Chief Li, so in a rage... he shot Section Chief Wang three times. Two of his shots hit him, right before our eyes. Bang, bang, two shots, and Section Chief Wang... just fell down."

Fei Baoshan felt dizzy. He held onto the wall and took a few deep breaths.

The air in the room seemed to freeze, with only the tense breathing of the agents.

"Did you see it with your own eyes?" Fei Baoshan's voice trembled slightly, as if he was confirming this cruel fact.

The agents looked at each other and replied in unison, "Yes, Chief. We all saw it."

Fei Baoshan closed his eyes, as if digesting this cruel fact.

After a moment, he opened his eyes and asked in a hoarse voice: "Where is Li Tiesheng now?"

"Section Chief Li and Captain Hu are out." A spy answered with a hint of sympathy in his voice.

Fei Baoshan nodded, a look of determination flashing in his eyes: "Okay, you guys go down first. Remember to write down a detailed report of everything you saw and heard. Don't miss a single word, understand?"

The spies hurried away as if they had been pardoned. Their footsteps echoed in the corridor and gradually faded away, leaving Fei Baoshan standing alone in the cold morgue.

Fei Baoshan stood there, his mind full of thoughts.

How could Zhang Kui, a capable man whom he promoted, suddenly become a murderer?

How could Wang Qi, an experienced old agent, lose his life so easily?

And what role does the newcomer Li Tiesheng play in this storm?

These questions were like a tangled mess, entangled in Fei Baoshan's mind, making him feel suffocated.

At the same time, Lu Yang and Hu Dahai were searching Zhang Kui's residence.

The room smelled of tobacco and alcohol.

Lu Yang carefully checked every corner, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

His movements were slow but careful, as if he was looking for some key evidence.

Suddenly, Hu Dahai excitedly exclaimed, "Wow, so many good things!" He was holding a small box filled with gold bars and jewels. In the dim light, these jewels exuded an alluring glow.

Lu Yang glanced at him coldly, with a warning in his voice: "Don't move, these are all evidence." A trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, as if he was looking at a greedy villain.

Hu Dahai chuckled, with greed glittering in his eyes: "Chief Li, let's divide it privately and report 10% as a token of our appreciation. Zhang Kui is finished anyway, and handing these things over will only give them to others." There was a hint of temptation in his voice, as if he was luring Lu Yang to join his camp.

Lu Yang shook his head and said in a cold voice: "No, hand them all over. This is the rule." His eyes were firm, without any wavering.

"Why?" Hu Dahai was puzzled, with a disappointed expression on his face.

His hand was still tightly clutching the box full of jewels, as if it were his life.

Lu Yang explained in a low voice: "Zhang Kui is still alive. What if he bites back? If we move these things now, it would be like walking into a trap." A warning flashed in his eyes, as if reminding Hu Dahai not to do anything stupid.

Hu Dahai's face changed, as if he realized the seriousness of the matter. He slowly loosened his grip on the box, a hint of fear in his voice: "Then...what should we do?"

"Hand them all over first and wait until the storm has passed." Lu Yang snatched the things away.

Hu Dahai hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded and said, "Alright, then we can report it a few days later?"

Lu Yang saw through his thoughts and his tone became stern: "Chief Hu, don't do anything stupid. Zhang Kui's matter is not over yet, and we must be careful with every step we take now." There was a threat in his eyes, as if warning Hu Dahai not to cross the line.

Hu Dahai smiled awkwardly: "How could that be? I was just talking." But a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes, and he already had a plan in his mind.

If we don't kick the man when he's down now, when will we?

Hu Dahai planned to kill Zhang Kui and divide the money.

The two continued their search, exchanging glances from time to time, each with their own ulterior motives.

After returning to the Military Control Commission headquarters, Lu Yang was called to the office by Miao Yongzhi, the chief of telecommunications.

The office was filled with smoke. Miao Yongzhi was smoking a cigarette with a sharp look in his eyes.

The smoke formed strange patterns under the light, as if foreshadowing something ominous.

Miao Yongzhi got straight to the point, his voice a little anxious: "Chief Li, what should we do about Zhang Kui?"

Lu Yang pondered for a moment, a ruthless look flashing in his eyes: "We must make it an ironclad case for him. We can't give him a chance to turn over." His voice was calm, but every word was like a knife, as if sentencing Zhang Kui's fate.

Miao Yongzhi nodded, with a gleam of approval in his eyes: "Yes, but Stationmaster Fei seems to still believe in Zhang Kui. This is a trouble." There was a hint of worry in his voice, and he was obviously a little concerned about Fei Baoshan's attitude.

"Then we need more sufficient evidence." Lu Yang said with a hint of coldness in his voice.

There was a gleam in his eyes, as if he had an idea.

Miao Yongzhi's eyes lit up and he leaned forward slightly: "What do you think?"

Lu Yang lowered his voice, as if telling a secret: "Doesn't Zhang Kui have his own radio station? We can..." His voice became lower and lower, but the fierceness in his eyes became more and more obvious.

Miao Yongzhi suddenly understood and a knowing smile appeared on his face: "You mean... forge some telegrams?" There was a hint of excitement in his voice, as if he had discovered a brilliant idea.

Lu Yang nodded, a sneer on his face: "That's right, let's do it. Let him have no way to defend himself."

Miao Yongzhi also smiled, with a hint of pride in his eyes, as if he had already seen the scene of Zhang Kui's downfall.

The two smiled at each other, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding.

The air in the office seemed to grow even more turbid. Amidst the haze of smoke, the two figures appeared particularly eerie.

At the same time, Fei Baoshan stood at the window of his office, looking at the gloomy weather outside.

The sky was gray, as if it would rain heavily at any time.

The weather was exactly like his mood at the moment, gloomy and depressing.

"Someone, quickly ask Section Chief Li to come see me!"