Spy war in the Republic of China, peak undercover

The reinforcements' jeep drove in through the morning mist. Lu Yang stood in front of the ruins of the camp, with traces of gunpowder on his clothes.

"Section Chief Yamazo!" Colonel Watanabe was the first to jump out of the car, looking around at the mess with a gloomy face.

Lu Yang stood at attention and saluted, his voice filled with anger and self-blame: "My subordinates are incompetent and have allowed Quartz Squadron to suffer such a heavy blow."

Watanabe approached the ruins and frowned, "How did the Anti-Japanese United Army take advantage of this opportunity? Didn't you lead your elite troops to track down the clues?"

"That's why," Lu Yang took out the document he found on Takeda from his pocket, "Please take a look, Colonel."

Watanabe took the document, which was intelligence about a secret radio station with Takeda's signature on it.

"Captain Takeda discovered the Anti-Japanese United Army's radio signal," Lu Yang explained. "We launched an attack overnight based on the intelligence, but we didn't expect..."

"We've fallen into a trap to lure the tiger away from the mountain," Watanabe took over the conversation, his eyes scanning the documents.

Lu Yang lowered his head and said: "It was my fault for misjudgment. Please punish me, Colonel."

At this moment, a military policeman came running to report: "Captain Takeda's body was found in the north, with three bullets in the chest."

Watanabe immediately rushed over to check, and Lu Yang followed behind, but he was thinking about what to say next.

Takeda's body fell near the ruins of the ammunition depot, and the wounds on his body were exactly consistent with the caliber of bullets commonly used by the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces.

"It seems he wanted to protect the ammunition depot," Lu Yang sighed, "but unfortunately he was still a step too late."

Watanabe squatted down to examine the body and suddenly asked, "Did he report anything suspicious to you yesterday?"

Lu Yang's heart tightened, but he remained calm on the surface: "Yes, he suspected there were spies from the Anti-Japanese United Army, so we went to track down the radio station."

"Where are those two old farmers picking herbs?" Watanabe asked again.

"I've interrogated him, and he's just an ordinary farmer," Lu Yang said. "Now it seems the real spy is someone else."

Watanabe stood up and stared at Lu Yang with a sharp gaze: "Are you saying that the Anti-Japanese United Army has already planted an insider in the camp?"

Lu Yang nodded: "It's very likely. Otherwise they wouldn't be so clear about the camp's defenses."

This statement made Watanabe fall into deep thought, and he began to re-examine the whole incident.

An hour later, the Special High Section investigation team arrived and began a detailed investigation of the scene.

They found the wreckage of the bombed radio station and confirmed Takeda's information.

More importantly, traces of an ambush by the Anti-Japanese United Army were found outside the camp, which was obviously a premeditated plan.

"Yamasa-kun," Watanabe concluded, "although you made a mistake in your judgment this time, you were also being used."

Lu Yang lowered his head and said, "I feel deeply guilty."

"However," Watanabe changed the subject, "you discovered the Anti-Japanese United Army's radio station. This contribution should still be recorded."

Lu Yang looked up and met Watanabe's meaningful gaze.

He understood that Watanabe was giving him a way out, but also testing him.

"Thank you for your understanding, Colonel," Lu Yang said, "I will redouble my efforts to find the accomplice of the Anti-Japanese United Army."

Watanabe nodded with satisfaction. It was obvious that Lu Yang's performance dispelled his doubts.

As the sun sets, Lu Yang stands on the train back to Harbin, watching Changbai Mountain in the distance gradually disappear into the twilight.

In this battle, he not only completed the task assigned by the organization, but also successfully cleared himself of suspicion.

In the archives of the Harbin Special High Section, Watanabe was flipping through a pile of dusty files.

In the dim light of the desk lamp, he suddenly saw a file marked "Top Secret", which was left by the late Kenji Doihara.

There is a yellowed photo in the archives, which shows a young Japanese officer named Xuantian Yingnan.

Watanabe's pupils suddenly contracted - this face looked like the same person as Yamasa.

He quickly browsed the contents of the file: Xuantian Yingnan, a second lieutenant in the army, an elite of the Special High Section, had been responsible for gathering intelligence on the Soviet Union and disappeared a year ago.

"A year ago? I see," Watanabe muttered to himself, carefully putting the file away.

This time, he learned his lesson and did not directly question Yamasa, but instead conducted an investigation secretly.

A week later, Lu Yang learned through his connections in the Special High Section that Watanabe was recently investigating Xuan Tian Yingnan's case.

"This Watanabe," Lu Yang stood in front of the window, looking at Watanabe's figure downstairs, "is really haunting me."

He knew the threat had to be dealt with quickly, but discreetly.

"You are really tired of living."

Lu Yang carefully studied Watanabe's daily movements and found that he would go to the shooting range in the suburbs to practice shooting every Friday afternoon.

The shooting range is surrounded by hilly areas, which are suitable for snipers to hide.

More importantly, that was where Xuantian Yingnan last appeared.

"Right there," Lu Yang secretly planned, "let's shoot the Type 800 rifle in the head at meters."

Lu Yang acted quickly and secretly equipped himself with special ammunition.

The amount of bullets loaded needs to be increased.

Single-head bullets should use alloy bullets with high lead content.

"Let Xuantian Yingnan 'resurrect'," Lu Yang sneered, "I want to make the people in the Special High Section suspicious of each other."

It was a sunny Friday afternoon.

Lu Yang had already set up an ambush nearby.

At around 9 a.m., Watanabe arrived at the shooting range as usual.

There were only three people with him.

How could they have imagined such an empty area?

There was a sniper about one kilometer away.

At this time, Watanabe picked up his beloved Type 14 Nambu pistol.

There was a row of guns on the table in front of him.

Every time he comes, he wants to familiarize himself with and master each one.

With a few crisp "bang bang bang" sounds, three perfect bullet holes appeared on the bull's eye.

"Yo!" Watanabe nodded with satisfaction when he saw the flag signal from the soldiers.

Just as Watanabe was changing the target paper, a dark shadow on the distant hillside was watching everything through the sniper scope.

Lu Yang adjusted his breathing and gently pressed his finger on the trigger.

The modified bullet was fired from the Type 38 rifle without missing a beat.

"Bang!" A crisp gunshot rang out.

Watanabe fell to the ground with his skull blown off.

At the last moment before he fell, he seemed to see a familiar figure standing on the distant hillside - but it was too late.

When the Special High Police arrived at the scene, they only found a Type 38 rifle shell in the grass in the distance.

"Was it done by the Military Control Commission?" Kawashima asked.

"No," Lu Yang looked at the shell thoughtfully, "This is the Japanese Army's pistol, and..."

He paused deliberately. "It is said that a year ago, there was a Xuantian hero who was very good at using this gun from 800 meters away, and he could shoot people in the head with one shot."

Kawashima's face changed drastically: "You mean, he's still alive?"

“Who knows,” Lu Yang shrugged. “Maybe that’s exactly what the murderer wants us to believe.”

From then on, rumors began to spread within the Special High Police that Xuan Tian Yingnan was still alive.

The real Xuantian Yingnan was sitting in the office at this moment, looking at the endless stream of people outside the window.

He lit a cigarette for himself, thinking that this plan was flawless.

Watanabe's death not only eliminated the immediate threat, but also created an indelible ghost for the Special High Police.

The sunlight shone through the window onto his face, revealing a faint smile.