Spy war in the Republic of China, peak undercover

Sirens were heard in the distance, and a large number of Central Bureau of Investigation and Military Investigation personnel were surrounding Chunjiang Teahouse.

"You..." Liu Sibao said tremblingly, "You can't kill me, I'm still useful..."

Lu Yang looked at this once arrogant traitor, who was now writhing on the ground like a tapeworm. The blade turned, leaving a bloody mark on his neck.

"This is a lesson for you," Lu Yang put away the dagger. "As for the death penalty, there will naturally be legal sanctions."

"Old Lu," Zhou Qing's voice rang out, "Japanese spies' reinforcements are coming, you guys should retreat quickly!"

Lu Yang and Chen Yijun looked at each other, carried Liu Sibao together, and disappeared into the night of Chongqing.

Behind me, the Chunjiang Teahouse was still filled with the sound of stringed instruments in the autumn night mist.

But tonight, this place is destined to be recorded in the history of Chongqing's underground war.

In the secret interrogation room of the Military Control Commission in Gele Mountain, the sound of dripping water hit the concrete floor again and again.

Liu Sibao was handcuffed to an iron chair, sweat dripping down his forehead. The incandescent light of the interrogation room pierced his face like an invisible knife.

"Who gave you the list?" Lu Yang sat opposite, playing with the Pao brother's dagger in his hand.

Liu Sibao swallowed his saliva: "Director Lu, I...I really can't say it."

"Old Lu," Zhou Qing handed over a file, "I've found out that in the past six months, the Liu family has opened three foreign banks in Hong Kong, all funded by the Industrial Bank of Japan."

Lu Yang sneered: "Boss Liu, it seems that you have a close relationship with the Japanese."

"I... I was also forced," Liu Sibao said tremblingly, "They threatened to kill my whole family..."

"Bullshit!" Lu Yang stood up suddenly, the tip of the knife pressed against the corner of Liu Sibao's eye. "Three years ago, who betrayed our party's underground printing factory? And who sent people to assassinate Director Li's family?"

Liu Sibao slumped in his chair: "I said... I said..."

Just then, the door to the interrogation room opened. Chen Yijun walked in: "Director Lu, Minister Fang is here."

Lu Yang put away the dagger and followed Chen Yijun out of the interrogation room.

In the corridor, Fang Changju was smoking: "How is the situation?"

"This traitor is very stubborn," Lu Yang said, "but we're almost there."

Fang Changju exhaled a puff of smoke: "The higher-ups attach great importance to this list, but..."

"But what?"

"Someone reported that you have connections with the underground party."

Lu Yang's pupils shrank slightly, but his face remained expressionless. "Minister Fang, I work for the Party and the country, and I have a clear conscience."

"I believe you," Fang Changju patted his shoulder, "but be careful recently, someone is watching you."

After Fang Changju left, Chen Yijun whispered, "Wenhan, I found out something. Liu Sibao goes to the Jufenghao Tea House in Ciqikou every month."

"Jufeng?" Lu Yang narrowed his eyes, "That's not..."

"That's right," Chen Yijun said, "that's a contact point for the Japanese secret service."

The sound of dripping water could be heard again in the interrogation room. When Lu Yang opened the door, Liu Sibao was already slumped in his chair and asleep.

"Old Lu," Zhou Qing's voice came from the headset, "I was squatting outside the Jufeng and found an acquaintance."

"who?"

"Director Zhang, Director Zhang of the Military Control Commission."

Lu Yang and Chen Yijun exchanged a glance. Director Zhang was a veteran of the Military Control Commission, in charge of the Intelligence Department. They hadn't expected him to be involved.

"Keep watching," Lu Yang said, "I'm going to meet our boss Liu."

In the interrogation room, Liu Sibao was awakened by a basin of cold water.

"Boss Liu," Lu Yang fiddled with the files in his hand, "Would you like to hear a story?"

Liu Sibao was shaking like a sieve: "What...what story?"

"Three years ago, there was a comrade named Director Li who lived in Ciqikou with his family. One night, his entire family was stabbed in the throat with a knife, using the same method used by the Pao brothers."

Liu Sibao's face turned pale.

"What's interesting," Lu Yang continued, "is that the owner of Jufenghao saw you enter through the back door that night."

“I…I…”

"Director Zhang gave you the list, right?" Lu Yang suddenly asked.

Liu Sibao looked up suddenly, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

"Speak now," Lu Yang stuck the dagger on the table, "otherwise, I'll let you taste what Director Li's family will feel like."

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!" Liu Sibao collapsed. "It was Director Zhang who contacted the Japanese and asked me to be the middleman..."

Outside the door, Chen Yijun clenched her fists. A traitor had emerged from within the Military Control Commission, a matter far more serious than the list itself.

"Old Lu," Zhou Qing's voice sounded again, "Director Zhang is heading to the south bank. Do you want to follow him?"

Lu Yang glanced at Chen Yijun and said, "You are responsible for the interrogation. I will go and meet Director Zhang."

The night of Chongqing enveloped Gele Mountain.

The river in the distance rolls eastward, sweeping away so many unknown secrets.

On a rainy night in South Bank, the streetlights cast halos of light through the mist. Director Zhang's black sedan weaved through the narrow alleys like a loach.

"The target is heading towards Hongyadong," Zhou Qing's voice rang out. "Old Lu, how are you doing over there?"

Lu Yang rode his motorcycle, keeping a distance of 30 meters from Director Zhang's car. "This old fox is driving into a dead end."

The car stopped in front of a mahjong parlor. Director Zhang got out of the car holding an umbrella and pushed open the door of the mahjong parlor.

"Boss, give me a cup of tea." Lu Yang followed him in and sat down in the corner.

The mahjong parlor was filled with smoke, and the sound of mahjong tiles mixed with Chongqing dialect filled the entire place. Director Zhang walked straight to the backyard and disappeared behind a secret door.

"Zhou Qing, keep an eye on the back door." Lu Yang put down his teacup.

"I see," Zhou Qing said. "By the way, Chen Yijun called and said she found something during the interrogation."

Just then, two men in black clothes walked into the mahjong hall. They had bulges on their waists, obviously carrying guns.

Lu Yang picked up the teacup and observed their movements by the reflection of the water vapor. The two men in black looked in the direction where Director Zhang disappeared for a while, then walked towards the backyard.

"Something's happening," Zhou Qing suddenly said, "Three people came out from the back door, but they weren't Director Zhang."

Lu Yang narrowed his eyes: "Where are they going?"

"They split up, one heading to the dock, one to Jiaochangkou, and one to the mountain."

Lu Yang stood up and threw down a dollar: "Keep your eyes on the one heading to the dock. I'm going to the mountain."

The rain was getting heavier, and Lu Yang's clothes were soaked. The mountain road was full of mud, and if he wasn't careful, he would slip.

The shadow in front suddenly stopped, turned around and fired a shot. The bullet grazed Lu Yang's ear and hit the tree behind him.

"Stop!" Lu Yang pulled out his gun.

The shadow ignored him and continued running up the mountain. Lu Yang chased after him, and the two of them chased each other in the rain.

"Old Lu!" Zhou Qing's voice suddenly rang out, "The one at the dock was fake. Director Zhang appeared at Jiaochangkou!"

Lu Yang cursed, this old fox was trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

At the end of the mountain road was a dilapidated temple. The shadowy figure entered, followed closely by Lu Yang. The temple was pitch black, with only occasional flashes of lightning illuminating the space.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and the bullet hit the pillar next to Lu Yang. In the light of the fire, he saw clearly who had fired the gun - it was Section Chief Wang of the Military Control Commission.

"Section Chief Wang?" Lu Yang was stunned.

"Director Lu," Section Chief Wang said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "Why are you pursuing me so closely?"

"Are you in cahoots with Director Zhang?"

"Same here," said Section Chief Wang. "Aren't you also in cahoots with the underground party?"