Spy war in the Republic of China, peak undercover

In the teahouse on Antique Street, Lu Yang sat by the window.

He ordered a pot of Longjing tea and placed a blue and white porcelain bowl on the table.

"This customer has good taste," the teahouse owner said with a smile, "This is from the official kiln of the Ming Dynasty."

Lu Yang looked at the porcelain bowl and said, "It's really good. Name a price."

"Twenty dollars," the boss said, "is already very cheap."

Zhou Qing's voice came from the headset: "Boss, Yamada is coming in."

Sure enough, a Japanese man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked into the teahouse.

"Sir," the boss immediately came forward, "you are here."

Yamada nodded, but his eyes fell on the porcelain bowl on Lu Yang's table.

"Hey," he said in broken Chinese, "how much is it?"

Lu Yang looked up at him and said, "Sorry, I've already bought it."

Yamada's eyes flashed with displeasure: "I'll pay double."

“I’m so sorry,” Lu Yang said with a smile, “I’m a collector.”

The door of the teahouse opened again and the proprietress walked in carrying noodles.

“Mr. Yamada,” she said with a smile, “your Chongqing noodles.”

Yamada's attention was diverted: "Ah, Wang Sao's noodles are the best."

Lu Yang took the opportunity to look at him carefully.

His suit was impeccable, his watch was a Longines, but he had calluses on his right hand.

"This isn't a callus from holding chopsticks," he thought to himself, "this is a callus from holding a gun."

At this moment, a young man hurried in.

“Mr. Yamada,” he said in Japanese, “the goods have arrived.”

Yamada put down his chopsticks: "Where is it?"

"The dock," the young man said, "just shipped from Yichang."

Lu Yang pretended to drink tea, but his ears were perked up.

"Ye Wanru," he whispered into the microphone on his collar, "go to the dock and take a look."

"I understand," Ye Wanru said, "I'm on my way."

Yamada stood up and took a look at the porcelain bowl on Lu Yang's table.

"Come back another day," he said to the proprietress. "The noodles are delicious."

After they left, the proprietress walked over to Lu Yang's table.

"See that thing around his waist?" she whispered.

Lu Yang nodded: "Depth sounder, disguised as a pocket watch."

“More than that,” the proprietress said, “they record the river level every day.”

Outside the window, a cargo ship was slowly passing by on the river.

"Boss," Ye Wanru's voice came, "a suspicious box was found at the dock."

Lu Yang stood up and said, "I'll be right there."

He picked up the blue and white porcelain bowl and said, "Boss, I'll buy this one."

"You have good taste, sir," the boss said with a smile, "I guarantee you won't lose out."

Lu Yang walked out of the teahouse, and the sunshine in Chongqing was just right.

The dock was busy with porters coming and going.

Lu Yang stood behind a pile of cargo boxes, observing Yamada's movements.

"The boxes are in Warehouse No. 3," Ye Wanru's voice came from the headset, "They've just been unloaded."

Lu Yang looked at his watch: "Zhou Qing, how are you doing?"

"It's all arranged," Zhou Qing said, "We can act at any time."

At this time, Yamada and the young man walked into the warehouse.

"Boss, do you want to follow me in?" Ye Wanru asked.

Lu Yang shook his head: "Wait until they come out."

The river breeze blew, carrying a faint fishy smell.

A dock worker passed by pushing a cart with several wooden boxes on it.

"Wait," Lu Yang suddenly said, "that worker..."

Ye Wanru immediately understood: "Is it one of theirs?"

"No," Lu Yang said, "he's an old friend of ours."

That worker was the "drunkard" from a few days ago.

"Follow him," Lu Yang said, "but don't alert him."

Ye Wanru followed quietly.

At this time, the warehouse door opened and Yamada walked out.

He was holding a small notebook and writing something down.

"Zhou Qing," Lu Yang said, "can you see what he wrote?"

"It's hard to see clearly," Zhou Qing said, "but he kept looking at the river."

Lu Yang's gaze fell on the river.

Several cargo ships were waiting to pass through the lock and the river was rushing.

"Boss!" Ye Wanru suddenly shouted, "Oh no!"

"What's wrong?"

"Those boxes," Ye Wanru lowered her voice, "are filled with explosives."

Lu Yang's heart sank: "They are going to blow up the lock."

If the locks are blown up, shipping on the Yangtze River will be disrupted.

At this time, the "drunk man" pushed the cart towards the river.

"Everyone, pay attention," Lu Yang said, "action!"

Several plainclothes agents quickly surrounded the warehouse.

Yamada seemed to be prepared and pulled out his pistol and was about to fire.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.

Ye Wanru's bullet knocked his pistol away.

“Surrender,” Lu Yang said in Japanese. “It’s over.”

Yamada sneered: "Do you think this is the end?"

Before he finished speaking, a loud noise suddenly came from the riverside.

"Oh no!" Lu Yang shouted, "They are going to detonate the explosives!"

But at this moment, several speedboats suddenly came from the river.

"Chongqing Water Police," a voice shouted, "Don't move!"

It turned out that Zhou Qing had already notified the water police.

Yamada's expression changed: "You..."

"We all know your plan," Lu Yang said.

As the sun sets, golden waves appear on the river.

And in this wave of light, a crisis was finally resolved.

"Boss," Ye Wanru came over, "Do you want to interrogate him?"

Lu Yang looked at Yamada who was being taken away: "Don't worry, let him calm down."

The river breeze blows, bringing with it the joy of victory.

In the interrogation room, Yamada sat on an iron chair with an expressionless face.

Lu Yang flipped through the notebook that was searched from him.

"From Yichang to Chongqing," he said in Japanese, "you took three full months of testing."

Yamada remained silent, but his eyes showed some fluctuation.

"These data," Lu Yang continued, "are not just for blowing up the locks?"

Ye Wanru pushed the door open and handed him a telegram.

"Boss," she whispered, "the message from Tokyo has been deciphered."

Lu Yang took a glance and his expression suddenly changed.

"I see," he stared at Yamada, "you're going to poison the Yangtze River."

Yamada finally looked up. “You’re smarter than I thought.”

"Why do you do this?" Lu Yang asked.

“War is war,” Yamada said. “It’s either you or me.”

The lighting in the interrogation room was a bit dazzling.

“But it’s too late,” Yamada suddenly laughed. “The first batch of goods is on the way.”

Lu Yang pressed the intercom: "Zhou Qing, immediately check all cargo ships coming from upstream."

"I understand," Zhou Qing said, "I'm already checking."

At this time, the door was pushed open and Chen Yijun walked in with a cane.

“In a tea warehouse in Yichang,” she said, “a large amount of suspicious materials was found.”

Yamada's pupils contracted slightly.

"Tea," Lu Yang thought, "to cover up the smell of the poison."

Ye Wanru immediately understood: "So they have been measuring the hydrology..."

"Yes," Lu Yang said, "They need to calculate the spread of the poison."

Yamada's expression finally changed: "You can't stop it."

"Really?" Lu Yang took out a photo. "Do you know this person?"

The photo shows a middle-aged man wearing tea merchant's clothes.

"Fujita..." Yamada called out the name in a lost voice.

"Your upline," Lu Yang said, "has been controlled by us."

There was silence in the interrogation room for a moment.

“All tea warehouses,” Lu Yang said, “are under our surveillance.”

Yamada finally broke down: "When did you..."

"We've been keeping an eye on you since the first time you went to Hemian," Lu Yang said.

The sound of a river boat's whistle came from outside the window.

"Boss," Zhou Qing's voice came, "We found the goods."

Lu Yang stood up: "Where is it?"

"In Wanzhou," Zhou Qing said, "the local comrades have already detained it."

Yamada slumped in his chair, looking as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

"Take him down," Lu Yang said, "and treat him well."

When I walked out of the interrogation room, it was already late at night.

"Luyang," Chen Yijun said suddenly, "Fujita mentioned a place."

“Where?”

"Nampo," she said, "there's a Japanese stronghold there."

Lu Yang narrowed his eyes: "It seems that we have to go to Nanpu."

The fog had not yet dissipated at the pier in the early morning.

Lu Yang and Ye Wanru stood on a small cargo boat, ready to set off.

"Nanpu is a day's sail from Chongqing," Zhou Qing said. "I've already arranged an informant."

Lu Yang was packing his disguise: "How's the situation over there?"

"On the surface, it's a tea house," Zhou Qing said, "but actually..."

"It's a Japanese intelligence transfer station," Ye Wanru continued, "specially responsible for the Yangtze River."

The captain came over and said, "Sir, we can start the boat now."

Lu Yang nodded: "Okay, let's weigh anchor."

The cargo ship slowly sailed away from the dock and disappeared in the morning mist.

"Boss," Ye Wanru lowered her voice, "Did you find out?"

"Yes," Lu Yang said, "the boat behind us followed us all the way."

On the river, a fishing boat followed closely.

"Do you want to get rid of them?" Ye Wanru asked.

Lu Yang shook his head: "Let them follow, I want to see who it is."

In the cabin, Chen Yijun was sorting out information.

"Fujita said," she pointed to the map, "there's a basement under the teahouse in Nanpu."

"Basement?" Ye Wanru came over.

"Yes," Chen Yijun said, "it's used to store code books and radios."

At this moment, the ship suddenly shook violently.

"What's going on?" Lu Yang rushed out of the cabin.

"Someone's shooting!" the captain shouted.

The fishing boat behind was approaching at an accelerated speed, with several armed men standing on the deck.

"Get down!" Lu Yang pulled Ye Wanru to hide behind the cargo box.

The bullets hit the side of the ship, making a crisp sound.

"Zhou Qing," Lu Yang said into the intercom, "Can you see them?"

"Yes," Zhou Qing said, "they are Yamada's men, about six of them."

Ye Wanru pulled out a pistol: "Do you want to fight back?"

"No," Lu Yang said, "wait until they get closer."

The captain steered the boat into a big bend, hiding himself in the fog on the river.

“They can’t see us anymore,” Chen Yijun said.

"Now!" Lu Yang stood up and pulled the trigger.

After a few gunshots, chaos suddenly broke out on the fishing boat opposite.

"Surrender," Lu Yang shouted in Japanese. "You are surrounded."

Before he finished speaking, several speedboats suddenly appeared on the river.

"Water police," Ye Wanru smiled. "Arranged by Zhou Qing?"

Lu Yang nodded: "Let them deal with these people."

The people on the fishing boat were quickly subdued.

"Boss," Ye Wanru said, "They have the receipt from Nanpu Tea House."

Lu Yang took the receipt and looked at it: "It seems that we guessed right."

The fog on the river surface gradually dissipated, and the sunlight shone on the sparkling water.

"Keep going," Lu Yang said, "Nanpu, here we come."

The captain turned the boat around and headed towards Nanpu.

And in this river, a bigger secret is waiting for them to uncover.