Spy war in the Republic of China, peak undercover

Lu Yang walked out of the hospital quickly and saw from a distance several secret agents chasing a man. The man was wearing a nurse's uniform, but his figure was obviously much more burly than the one on the shore.

“Over there! Over there!” Lu Yang pointed in the opposite direction and shouted, “He turned into the alley!”

The spies immediately turned around, and Lu Yang took the opportunity to turn into another street. He knew that the real An Shang should be hiding in the medical waste truck by now.

An hour later, a truck slowly drove out of the back door of the Mantetsu Hospital, loaded with sealed medical waste bags. The agents at the door opened a few bags for inspection and then let them pass.

"Yamasa-kun," Kawashima's voice sounded again, "The suspect seems to have escaped."

"I'm sorry, sir," Lu Yang lowered his head, "it's my fault for not giving good command."

"It's okay," Kawashima smiled. "But next time," he leaned close to Lu Yang's ear, "remember to check the medical waste truck."

Lu Yang's heartbeat almost stopped, but Kawashima had already turned and left, leaving only one sentence: "Let's stop here for tonight's epidemic prevention work. You are tired too, go back and rest."

Looking at Kawashima's back, Lu Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead. He fished a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. It was something an "epidemic prevention worker" had slipped into his pocket. It contained only a few simple words: "Everyone is safe."

But Kawashima's last words chilled his heart. Did this old fox really see through everything, or was he just testing him?

On the way home, Lu Yang tore the note into pieces and threw it into the roadside sewer.

He knew that his days in the Manchurian Railway would probably not be easy.

Harbin was shrouded in a thin layer of mist at night. Lu Yang walked on the cobblestones of Central Avenue, his leather boots stepping on the puddles after the rain, splashing tiny drops of water. The sound of the train station's whistle came from afar, and it was particularly clear in the quiet street.

When passing by the Madiel Hotel, the lights on the second floor were still bright, and the sound of piano could be faintly heard from inside. It was the melody of "Katyusha". Lu Yang stopped and looked through the foggy glass window. He saw several Japanese officers in military uniforms toasting each other. They had smiles of victory on their faces, and they had no idea what had just happened in the hospital.

Turning the corner, a cold wind blew, mixed with the moisture of the Songhua River. Lu Yang wrapped his military jacket tightly and quickened his pace towards his residence, but he always felt that there were eyes watching him from behind, and the feeling of being monitored became stronger and stronger.

The streetlights downstairs in the apartment building swayed in the wind, casting flickering shadows. When Lu Yang stood at the door and took out his keys, he caught a glimpse of a figure flashing in the darkness opposite. He pretended not to see it, slowly opened the door, and walked into the dark corridor.

As soon as he closed the door, he heard footsteps coming from downstairs, getting closer and closer, and then stopping in front of his door. Lu Yang held his breath, his hand on the holster. After a few seconds, the footsteps gradually faded away.

The room was very cold and the heating had been turned off for a long time. Lu Yang did not turn on the light. He walked to the desk in the dim light from the window and took out a small notebook from the secret compartment. This was the code book where he recorded the contact information of all his informants. Now, he had to rearrange all the contact points.

The fog outside the window was getting thicker and thicker, and the street lights in the distance formed halos in the fog. Lu Yang sat in the dark, thinking about everything that happened today. Kawashima's last sentence was like a sword hanging over his head, which could fall at any time, and he himself was like an acrobat walking on a tightrope, and if he was not careful, he would fall into the abyss.

Suddenly, the ringing of the phone on the table broke the silence. Lu Yang's heart skipped a beat. The ringing of the phone sounded particularly harsh in the darkness. He hesitated for a moment, but still picked up the receiver.

"Yamasa-kun," it was Kawashima's voice, a little tired. "I want to see you tomorrow morning at eight o'clock," he paused, "in the archives room of the Manchuria Railway Building."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Yang lit a cigarette, the flame flickering in the darkness. He knew that tomorrow's meeting would be a life-and-death battle. Kawashima chose to meet in the archives room, obviously with ulterior motives.

It was already very late at night. There were no pedestrians on the street. Only patrolling military police passed by occasionally. The sound of leather boots stepping on the stone road was particularly clear in the silent night. Lu Yang stood at the window, looking at the Manchuria Railway Building looming in the fog. The building that carried countless secrets was like a huge monster at this moment, quietly waiting for tomorrow's prey.

He knew that he had to prepare for tomorrow, so he began to carefully check the pistol to make sure every bullet was intact, then hid the code book again, and finally wrote a letter and sealed it in an envelope. If he did not come back alive tomorrow, the letter would be sent to Lao Guan through secret channels.

The fog outside the window gradually dissipated, revealing a waning moon. The moonlight sprinkled on the glass windows of the Manchuria Railway Building, reflecting a cold light, just like Kawashima's eyes that could never be seen through. And in a corner of this city, Qi Yunfeng and his people must be preparing for tomorrow.

Lu Yang lay in bed, but he couldn't sleep at all. He could still hear the noise in the hospital, the ordinary face on the shore, Kawashima's meaningful smile, Ishino's sharp eyes, all the scenes kept flashing back in his mind, until the sky in the east turned pale, and a new day was about to begin.

The Manchuria Railway Building was shrouded in a thin layer of mist in the early morning. Lu Yang arrived half an hour early and stood in the square in front of the building, watching the employees entering the building in twos and threes. They all had numb and tired expressions on their faces, and they had no idea that a life-and-death battle would be staged in this building today.

At 7:50, Lu Yang walked into the archive room. The only sound in the empty room was the sound of neatly arranged filing cabinets. The morning light slanted in through the gaps in the blinds, casting a series of light and dark shadows on the floor.

He walked to the innermost row of filing cabinets and gently pushed open a secret compartment, which contained a Browning pistol with a silencer. He had placed it there specifically last night in case of emergency.

At exactly eight o'clock, footsteps came from the end of the corridor, getting closer and closer. Lu Yang recognized that it was Kawashima's unique pace, steady and powerful, as if measuring the distance of each step.

The door opened and Kawashima walked in, followed by Ishino and two unfamiliar agents. They were all holding black leather bags in their hands. Lu Yang knew that there must be no documents in them.

"Yamasa-kun, did you sleep well last night?" Kawashima's voice was still gentle, as if he was just concerned about his subordinate's physical condition, but his eyes were scanning the room, as if looking for something.

"Thanks to the commander, I slept well," Lu Yang replied with a smile, and at the same time noticed that Shi Ye was quietly walking around behind him, while the two spies were standing at the two exits of the room.

Kawashima walked to the window, with his back to Lu Yang, and was silent for a moment before speaking: "Yamasa-kun, you know, I have always admired you, not only because of your ability, but also because of your prudence."

He turned around, with a document in his hand: "For example, you never leave any suspicious traces in the office, and even your tea-drinking habits are exactly the same as those of ordinary Japanese officers. If it weren't for what happened on the shore, I really find it hard to believe..."

Before he could finish his words, there was a sudden noise outside, as if someone was running in the corridor, followed by a gunshot.

Kawashima's words came to an abrupt end, Ishino quickly took out his pistol, and Lu Yang's hand was already on the filing cabinet. He knew that Qi Yunfeng's men had begun to act.

In the blink of an eye, the lights in the archives room suddenly went out, followed by a huge explosion that shook the entire Manchuria Railway building.

In the darkness, Lu Yang quickly squatted down and opened the secret compartment. Everything had to be decided in this moment.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and the bullet flew past Lu Yang's ear and hit the filing cabinet behind him. The sparks were particularly dazzling in the darkness.

Lu Yang did not hesitate, pulled out the silenced pistol, and pulled the trigger towards the place where Ishino was standing in his memory.

A muffled groan was heard in the darkness, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, but Lu Yang knew that the most dangerous person was not Ishino, but Kawashima who was standing in front of the window.

At this time, the gunshots outside became more and more frequent. It was obvious that Qi Yunfeng had led his men into the Manchurian Railway Building, but Lu Yang did not dare to act rashly because he felt that Kawashima's gun was pointing at him.

"Yamasa-kun," Kawashima's calm voice came from the darkness, "Whose gun do you think is faster between us?"