Spy war in the Republic of China, peak undercover

[Flames shot up into the sky]

Smoke was still rising from the ruins of the granary. Lu Yang stood aside, watching the busy figures of the spies, tapping his saber lightly with his fingers.

"Staff Officer Yamamoto," a spy came running to report, "found this in the ruins." It was a copper button that had been burnt black.

Nagai took the brass button and examined it carefully: "This is the uniform button commonly used by Military Control Commission agents." As he said this, he looked at Lu Yang meaningfully.

"Immediately check all suspicious persons in the city," Lu Yang said solemnly, "especially those from outside the city who have recently come to Peking."

The colonel rushed back from the city, his face livid: "The riot is fake, someone is deliberately creating chaos!"

"What?" Nagai's eyes lit up. "Is this a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain?"

Lu Yang took out his pocket watch and checked the time: "The most important thing now is to count the losses and restock the food supplies."

"Raising food and fodder?" The colonel sneered, "Mr. Yamamoto, do you think food is blown in by the wind?"

At this moment, a staff officer came running over: "Report! The Special High Section has arrested a suspicious person in the south of the city!"

In the interrogation room, a haggard man was tied to a chair and was being interrogated by Nagai.

"Tell me! Are you from the Military Control Commission?" Nagai asked while burning the prisoner's arm with his cigarette butt.

The man gritted his teeth and said nothing, but from time to time he glanced at Lu Yang who was standing beside him.

Lu Yang stepped forward and said in Japanese: "If you cooperate, I can consider giving you a lighter sentence."

"Bah!" the man suddenly spat. "Traitor!"

Nagai raised his hand to hit him, but Lu Yang stopped him: "Let me judge."

After Yongjing left, Lu Yang approached the prisoner and said in a very low voice: "Did the mouse ask you to come?"

The man nodded slightly, then suddenly shouted, "I'll tell you! I'll tell you! It was the Military Control Commission who ordered me to set the fire!"

Nagai rushed in immediately from outside the door. Lu Yang had already stepped aside, adjusting his cuffs expressionlessly.

"The Military Control Commission is hiding in an abandoned temple in the south of the city," the prisoner said tearfully. "They also said they were going to blow up the Japanese ammunition depot!"

Nagai immediately led the team to the south of the city, while Lu Yang stayed to continue the interrogation.

When the footsteps faded away, Lu Yang handed the prisoner a pill and said, "Hurry up, the back door has been arranged."

The man swallowed the pill and soon foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground.

When the spies discovered it, they only saw a "corpse" and a piece of blood written with the words "Never surrender".

In the darkness of night, Lu Yang stood on the city wall, looking at the fire in the distance, his fingers unconsciously stroking the photo in his arms.

"Yamamoto-kun," Nagai's voice suddenly sounded behind him, "It seems your interrogation was very successful."

Lu Yang turned around, his expression unclear in the moonlight. "It's a pity he's dead, so I didn't get any more information."

"Yes," Nagai said meaningfully, "quite a few people have died recently."

At this moment, there was a sudden explosion from the south of the city, followed by flames shooting into the sky.

"Oh no!" Nagai's face changed drastically. "It's the ammunition depot!"

Lu Yang immediately ordered: "Seal the city gates immediately and do not allow anyone to enter or leave!"

The spies scattered, but Nagai stood still, looking at Lu Yang's back thoughtfully.

The next morning, Lu Yang received a telegram from Inoue: "Return to Fengtian immediately to report on your work."

While packing his luggage, he found a note in the compartment of his suitcase: "Hong Kong, waiting for you."

Before leaving, Nagai came to see him off with an inexplicable smile on his face: "Take care, Yamamoto-kun."

The train slowly drove out of Peking Station. Lu Yang leaned against the window and watched the ancient city gradually disappear into the distance.

This time when he returns to Fengtian, he is afraid that there will be a bigger storm waiting for him.

[Undercurrent]

In the late autumn of Fengtian, the cold wind blew fallen leaves around the streets. Lu Yang stood in front of the secret service building, watching the military police coming and going at the door.

"Staff Officer Yamamoto," a young staff officer came up quickly, "General Inoue is waiting for you on the third floor."

There was a faint smell of cigarette smoke in the stairwell, and Lu Yang's footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.

Inoue's office door was ajar, and a deep voice could be heard from inside: "The evidence is irrefutable; he is an undercover agent of the Military Control Commission."

Lu Yang stood outside the door, straightened his uniform, and knocked on the door gently: "Report!"

"Come in," Inoue's voice was a little tired, "Yamamoto-kun, sit down."

The office was filled with smoke. Inspectors Nagai and Tanaka were both present, looking at Lu Yang with gloomy expressions.

"What happened in Peking," Inoue said slowly, "how do you want to explain it?"

Lu Yang calmly lit a cigarette: "General, are you referring to the granary fire?"

"It's not just the granary," Nagai suddenly interrupted, "but also the ammunition depot exploded, and the Military Intelligence Bureau agents escaped from prison..."

Lu Yang exhaled a puff of smoke: "I have already written these things in the report."

"Report?" Inspector Tanaka sneered, "Your report is like a fairy tale."

Inoue waved his hand to signal the two to leave, and only he and Lu Yang were left in the office.

"Yamamoto-kun," Inoue stood up and walked to the window, "you have done a lot for us in the Northeast."

Lu Yang's fingers tapped the armrest lightly. "General, thank you for your praise."

"But," Inoue turned around, his eyes sharp as a knife, "everything that has happened recently is too coincidental."

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside the door, and a secret agent rushed in: "Report! Ye Wanru appeared in Hong Kong!"

Inoue's eyes lit up: "Where did you see that?"

"A cafe in the British Concession," the agent gasped, "and she met a suspicious person."

Lu Yang's fingers tightened slightly, but his face remained calm: "Do you need me to go to Hong Kong?"

"No," Inoue said meaningfully, "You stay in Fengtian for the time being. I have another mission for you."

When walking out of the secret agency building, Lu Yang noticed several pairs of eyes staring at him in the dark.

When he returned to his residence and opened the door, he found someone in the room.

"Director," Rat stepped out from the shadows, "your superiors have ordered you to evacuate immediately."

Lu Yang shook his head: "It's not the right time yet. Inoue has an important battle plan in his hand."

"But," Mouse lowered his voice, "the secret service has begun to suspect you."

Lu Yang walked to the window and looked at the night outside: "Because of this, I have to stay."

Just then, footsteps were heard downstairs and the mouse quickly dodged and hid in the closet.

Nagai pushed the door open and walked in with a fake smile on his face: "Yamamoto-kun, why don't you rest so late?"

"I'm sorting out the report from Peking," Lu Yang pointed to the documents on the table. "The general needs it urgently."

Nagai walked to the window and seemed to be sniffing something: "I seemed to hear you talking to someone just now?"

"It might be coming from next door," Lu Yang said calmly, "The sound insulation in this building isn't very good."

Nagai gave him a meaningful look and said, "Then I won't bother you anymore. By the way, there's a meeting tomorrow. Don't be late."

After Nagai left, Mouse came out of the closet and said, "This guy is really haunting me."

Lu Yang lit a cigarette and said, "Send a message to Hong Kong and have Ye Wanru move immediately."

"It's too late," Mouse shook his head. "The Secret Service has sent a secret team over there."

Lu Yang's eyes suddenly became sharp: "Then let them stay in Hong Kong forever."

【Fatal blow】

In the Japanese military camp outside the city of Peiping, Lu Yang stood in front of the sand table of the command center, listening to Lieutenant General Yamada deploying the attack plan.

"The general offensive will begin in three days," Yamada pointed at the map with his baton. "After the first wave of artillery fire, the infantry will advance immediately."

Lu Yang's eyes swept across the sand table and paused for a moment at a commanding height: "General, where are you going to command?"

“Right here,” Yamada pointed to Wolf Mountain outside the city, “you can overlook the entire battlefield.”

Nagai stood in the corner, squinting his eyes and watching Lu Yang's every move.

After the meeting, Lu Yang returned to his residence. Lao Shu was already waiting there: "Director, the snipers are ready."

"Where is the Type 38 rifle?" Lu Yang asked, tapping his fingers lightly on the table.

Mouse pulled a package from under the floorboards. "It was stolen from the Japanese arsenal. Even the serial numbers are the same."

Lu Yang opened the package and carefully checked every part of the rifle: "Where are the bullets?"

"Specially made armor-piercing bullets," Mouse handed over a magazine, "can penetrate light armor."

Just then, footsteps were heard outside the door and the mouse quickly hid in the dark room.

Nagai pushed the door open and saw Lu Yang sorting documents: "Yamamoto-kun, what are you busy with?"

"Prepare for tomorrow's battlefield report," Lu Yang said without looking up. "The general wants to see it."

Yongjing walked to the window and glanced at the sentry in the yard: "I heard that you are very interested in Langshan?"

"That's a good spot," Lu Yang raised his head, "where we can observe the entire battlefield."

Nagai smiled meaningfully: "Yes, it is indeed a good position, especially for a sniper."

After Nagai left, Mouse came out of the dark room and asked, "Did he find something?"

Lu Yang shook his head: "No, he was just testing me."

The next morning, Lu Yang took several spies to Langshan to survey the terrain.

"The view here is too wide," said one agent, "and it's easy for enemy snipers to target us."

Lu Yang stood on the top of the mountain, his eyes scanning the surrounding terrain: "So we must strengthen our vigilance, especially at these commanding heights."

Back at the headquarters, Yamada was discussing details with his staff: "Yamamoto-kun, how is the security arrangement going?"

"Two teams have been assigned to patrol in shifts," Lu Yang pointed at the map, "and the focus is on these locations."

Yamada nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, I will go to see it in person tomorrow."

As night fell, Lu Yang came to Langshan alone and carefully measured the distance and wind direction under the moonlight.

Mouse and two snipers approached quietly: "Director, have you chosen the location?"

Lu Yang pointed to a hidden depression and said, "It's right there. The range is about 800 meters. We need to consider the wind deviation."

"But," a sniper said, "ordinary rifles can't hit at that distance."

Lu Yang took out a scope from his bag: "I got this from the Germans. It can hit targets up to a thousand meters."

The next morning, Yamada came to Langshan for inspection as expected, and Nagai followed behind.

"The view is good," Yamada said from the top of the mountain. "You can see the entire battlefield."

At this moment, a gunshot was suddenly heard in the distance, and Yamada's head exploded instantly.

"Sniper!" Nagai shouted and fell to the ground.

The agents immediately launched a search, but only found a few bullet casings in a depression.

"It's a bullet from a Type 38 rifle," Nagai said, picking up the shell casing. "Could it be one of our own?"

Lu Yang stood aside and said expressionlessly: "Seal off the scene immediately. No news can be leaked."

That night, everyone in the secret service was in a panic and no one dared to speak out about the matter.

Lu Yang sat in the office, looking at the night view outside the window, his fingers gently stroking the photo in his arms.

Mouse sneaked in quietly and brought the latest news: "The sniper has been safely evacuated, and the agents can't find any clues."

"Very good," Lu Yang nodded, "The Japanese offensive plan must be postponed."

Just then, Inoue's telegram arrived: "Return to Fengtian immediately to report on your work."

Lu Yang looked at the telegram, a sneer on his face: "It seems that the fun has just begun."