Spy war in the Republic of China, peak undercover

Late at night in the archives room of the Qiqihar Police Station, Lu Yang was carefully looking through the files in the dim light of a desk lamp.

An interrogation record of an underground party suspect caught his attention.

Records show that Liu Ming, an underground party member who was captured at Qiqihar Railway Station three months ago, is still being held in the basement of the police station.

Lu Yang's fingers gently slid across the paper. He knew Liu Ming, who was an important liaison of the organization in the railway system.

The last page of the file read: "The suspect refuses to disclose his accomplices. It is recommended that he be transferred to the Special High Police for special interrogation."

Lu Yang put down the file, frowned slightly, time was running out.

At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the door.

Lu Yang quickly put the file back where it belonged, turned around and pretended to check other documents.

"Section Chief Yamasa," the Qiqihar Police Chief pushed open the door and entered. "You're still working so late."

Lu Yang gave a tired smile. "Yes, these cases are very complicated, especially those related to other areas."

The police chief's eyes flickered: "Oh? Have you found any clues?"

"What's interesting," Lu Yang said thoughtfully, "is that I've discovered that quite a few of these cases are related to the Bei'an Police Department."

The police chief's expression froze for a moment: "Beian..."

Lu Yang continued, "For example, in the case of Liu Ming, it was said that he came from the direction of Bei'an."

"This case," the police chief laughed dryly, "does have some connection with Bei'an."

Lu Yang pretended to be casual and asked, "I wonder how much the director knows about his colleagues in Bei'an?"

"What does Section Chief Yamasa want to know?" the police chief asked warily.

Lu Yang stood up and walked to the window: "I'm wondering if we should conduct a thorough investigation of Bei'an as well."

Beads of sweat appeared on the police chief's forehead: "This..."

"Of course," Lu Yang turned around, "it would be easier if we could get some information in advance."

The police chief seemed to understand something and quickly said, "I have some friendship with Chief Ishida of Bei'an."

Lu Yang's eyes lit up: "Oh? Tell me about it."

The police chief wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in a low voice, "Ishida is very greedy and has built a lot of businesses in Bei'an."

Lu Yang calmly took out his notebook and began to take notes.

"He opened several rice shops in Bei'an, ostensibly doing grain business," the police chief continued, "but in reality..."

"Actually?" Lu Yang asked.

The police chief looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping: "He's reselling military supplies."

Lu Yang paused for a moment, "This is interesting information."

"But Ishida is very cunning," the police chief said, "and he never shows up in person."

Lu Yang closed his notebook and asked, "Who is he using to operate this?"

"I heard it was through a businessman named Maruyama," the police chief said, adding, "Maruyama also has connections with the Fujita Chamber of Commerce here."

A gleam of light flashed in Lu Yang's eyes. The Fujita Chamber of Commerce was exactly the clue he was looking for.

"Speaking of the Fujita Chamber of Commerce," Lu Yang asked casually, "Do they often do business with prisons?"

The police chief was stunned: "Section Chief Yamasa even knows this?"

Lu Yang smiled without saying anything, waiting for the other party to continue.

"That's true," the police chief hesitated. "The Fujita Chamber of Commerce is responsible for supplying the prison."

Lu Yang nodded: "Including food for the prisoners?"

"Yes," said the police chief, "but they have recently asked to increase the supply price."

Lu Yang pondered: "So, they have frequent contact with the prison guards?"

The police chief suddenly became alert: "Why is Section Chief Yamasa so interested in this?"

Lu Yang tapped the table lightly. “Because I also found a similar chamber of commerce in the case of Harbin Prison.”

The police chief's face changed: "You mean..."

"That's right," Lu Yang said, "those chambers of commerce are front organizations for the Military Control Commission."

The police chief gasped: "This..."

"So I suggest," Lu Yang said seriously, "conduct a secret investigation into the Fujita Chamber of Commerce."

The police chief nodded repeatedly: "I'll arrange it right away."

"No," Lu Yang stopped him, "I'll handle this myself, you just need to cooperate."

The police chief was relieved: "I will follow Chief Yamazo's instructions."

After seeing off the police chief, Lu Yang stood in front of the window, looking at the night outside.

The Fujita Chamber of Commerce was a secret contact point of the underground party in Qiqihar.

What he had to do was to create an opportunity to rescue Liu Ming under the pretext of investigation.

The next morning, Lu Yang led people to investigate the Fujita Chamber of Commerce.

He specially selected a few reliable subordinates, all of whom were secret comrades.

The head of the Fujita Chamber of Commerce was a thin Japanese man. He looked very nervous when he saw the people from the Special High Police coming.

"Mr. Yamada," Lu Yang said in Japanese, "someone recently reported that you have connections with the Military Control Commission."

Yamada waved his hands repeatedly: "Absolutely not!"

Lu Yang took out a document and asked, "How do you explain the accounts with Maruyama Trading Company in Beian?"

Yamada's forehead was covered in sweat. "That's just normal business dealings..."

"Really?" Lu Yang sneered, "Then why are the numbers in the account so strange?"

He pointed to a string of numbers on the account book and asked, "Are these all codes?"

Yamada's legs began to tremble: "I...I..."

"Take him back for interrogation," Lu Yang ordered, "and confiscate all the Chamber of Commerce's documents."

His men immediately took action and began searching every corner of the Chamber of Commerce.

At this moment, Lu Yang caught a glimpse of a waiter sneaking towards the back door.

"Follow them," he said, signaling to a comrade with his eyes, "but don't alert the enemy."

The comrade understood and followed quietly.

Lu Yang knew that the next action must be taken against the clock.

Because the people from Fujita Chamber of Commerce will soon pass the news to the prison.

And this is exactly the effect he wants.

As night fell, Lu Yang sat in the temporary office of the Special High Section, waiting for the prison authorities' response.

Sure enough, not long after, the warden hurried over.

"Section Chief Yamasa," the warden said as he entered the room, "I heard you arrested someone from the Fujita Chamber of Commerce?"

Lu Yang raised his head and looked at the warden's anxious expression: "Is there any problem?"

"No," the warden said, wiping his sweat, "they are responsible for supplying the prison..."

Lu Yang interrupted him: "So you are worried about the supply of materials?"

The warden nodded repeatedly: "Yes, the prisoners' meals..."

"That's easy," Lu Yang said. "Our Special High Section can temporarily take over the Fujita Chamber of Commerce's business."

The warden was stunned for a moment: "Is this...appropriate?"

Lu Yang stood up and said, "Of course, after all, this is related to safety issues."

"What do we need to do?" the warden asked cautiously.

Lu Yang walked to the window and said, "Starting tomorrow, my people will be responsible for delivering supplies to the prison."

The warden hesitated and said, "But the inspection procedures..."

"What?" Lu Yang turned and stared at him, "Are you questioning the Special High Police?"

The warden waved his hands quickly: "I dare not, I dare not."

"That's settled then," Lu Yang said. "The first batch of supplies will arrive at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

After sending the warden away, Lu Yang immediately summoned a few confidants.

"Prepare three trucks," he whispered, "load them with enough food and vegetables."

A comrade asked: "What is the specific plan?"

Lu Yang unfolded the prison's floor plan. "The first vehicle delivered the goods according to normal procedures."

"The second car went in during the shift change," he pointed to a location on the map, "and parked in this yard."

"The third car is waiting outside," he pointed to another location, "parked in this blind spot."

Several comrades carefully noted down every detail.

"Remember," Lu Yang emphasized, "the timing must be very accurate."

The next morning at eight o'clock, three trucks set off on time.

Lu Yang led the team personally and sat in the first car.

"Everyone remember your positions," he finally said, "and proceed according to plan."

The first car passed the inspection smoothly and drove into the prison compound.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when the prison guards were inspecting the goods, Lu Yang carefully observed the surrounding situation.

At nine o'clock sharp, the bell for shift change rang.

Just then the second car drove through the gate.

The prison guards were used to it and no one found it unusual.

Lu Yang looked at his watch and saw three minutes left.

He walked over to a prison guard and took out a document: "This is the new supply list, please take a look."

Just as the prison guard was looking down, several "porters" in work clothes had quietly slipped into the cell.

They were all specially trained underground party members, and they moved quickly and quietly.

Two minutes later, Liu Ming and several other comrades had been transferred to sacks full of cabbage.

The second car slowly drove out of the gate, and the prison guards conducted a routine inspection of the car.

"They're just rotten cabbages," the driver complained. "We have to throw them away."

The prison guard waved his hand in disgust and signaled to let him go.

Ten minutes later, the three cars gathered at the designated location.

"The operation was a success," a comrade reported. "Everyone is safe."

Lu Yang nodded: "Disperse and move immediately."

It was not until the afternoon of the same day that the prison discovered that Liu Ming and others were missing.

But the Special High Police's investigation results showed that the criminal escaped during the chaos of delivery.

No one would have thought that this was an operation personally planned by the inspector of the Special High Section.

At this time, Liu Ming and others had been safely transferred to the base under the cover of the underground party.

This operation not only rescued important comrades, but also dealt a heavy blow to the reputation of the Bei'an Police Department.

Because when interrogating the people from the Fujita Chamber of Commerce, Lu Yang "discovered" evidence of their collusion with the Bei'an police.

Killing three birds with one stone, a satisfied smile appeared on Lu Yang's lips.