Spy war in the Republic of China, peak undercover

The three of them jumped onto the rickshaw. The driver was not young, but he looked quite nimble. He was holding two copper coins in his hand and tossing them around for fun.

"Go to Songhu Wharf! Quickly!" Lu Yang ordered, his voice full of unquestionable force.

"Okay!" the driver responded, put the copper coins in his pocket, bent down, and kicked his legs. The rickshaw started to move with a "squeaky" sound. The wheels seemed to follow the tense atmosphere and turned faster and faster, as if they were about to fly.

Along the way, Lu Yang's face was as gloomy as the ash at the bottom of a pot, and his brows were twisted into knots that looked like they could pinch a fly to death. His eyes were fixed straight ahead, as if he wanted to stare a hole in the pitch-black night.

Zhou Qing and Ye Wanru sat behind him, not daring to breathe. They just silently clenched the guns in their hands, their palms full of sweat.

This "mole" plan, like a huge shadow, hangs over their hearts, making them feel suffocated.

Every word on the note was like a sharp knife stabbing into their hearts, causing them to feel waves of pain.

Time passed by minute by minute, and every minute and every second seemed as long as a year.

The rickshaws sped along the streets, their wheels rolling over the cobblestones, making a creaking sound, like a death-prompting song, urging them to go faster and faster.

Finally, we arrived at Songhu Wharf.

The three men jumped off the carriage and paid the fare. The driver took the money, said "Goodbye, sir", and then pulled the carriage with a "creaking" sound and disappeared into the night.

The dock was brightly lit and bustling with people. Huge ships were quietly anchored at the shore, like sleeping beasts, gasping in the darkness.

"Elizabeth", Lu Yang's eyes swept across those ships, looking for the ship named "Elizabeth".

Finally, he saw the "Elizabeth", standing quietly at the end of the pier like a proud lady. The large gold-plated characters on the hull were shining brightly under the light.

"That's the ship!" Lu Yang pointed at the "Elizabeth" and said to Zhou Qing and Ye Wanru.

"How do we get up there?" Ye Wanru asked, her voice trembling slightly. This woman, usually so bold, now showed a hint of her girlish nature.

"Get in there." Lu Yang uttered two words, which were as concise as the fortune sticks in the temple, leaving people confused for a moment.

"How did you get into this mess?" Zhou Qing opened his eyes wide, as if he couldn't believe his ears. His originally rough face was now distorted like a crumpled piece of hemp paper.

Lu Yang did not answer, but took out a photo from his arms. It was found in the "Mole" contact room. The person in the photo was the unlucky guy who was killed by a knife.

"Look, does this person look like me?" Lu Yang held the photo in front of Zhou Qing and Ye Wanru. Under the dim light, the figure in the photo was blurry, but it could be vaguely seen that he was somewhat similar to Lu Yang.

"This..." Zhou Qing and Ye Wanru looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes, but they immediately understood Lu Yang's intention and secretly sighed in their hearts at Lu Yang's courage and carefulness.

"That's right, I'm going to pretend to be him and sneak onto the ship!" A sneer appeared at the corner of Lu Yang's mouth. That smile was like a demon crawling out of hell, carrying a sinister chill.

"But, Boss, this... this is too risky!" Zhou Qing was still a little worried. He stuttered, a layer of fine beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead.

"Seeking victory amidst danger is the best strategy." A glimmer of determination flashed in Lu Yang's eyes. "This is the only way we can do it now!"

He pulled out a dagger from his pocket and began to gesture on his face in the dim light of the dock.

"Boss, what are you doing?" Zhou Qing was startled. He widened his eyes and asked in confusion.

"Disguise." Lu Yang said it briefly, but his hands did not stop moving. He used a dagger to gently cut a few cuts on his face, then took out some medicine powder from his pocket and applied it on the wounds.

Zhou Qing and Ye Wanru watched from the side, not daring to breathe. They felt a chill running from the soles of their feet to the center of their foreheads.

They had followed Lu Yang for so long, but this was the first time they saw him like this. He was like a completely different person.

In a short while, Lu Yang's face became bloody and unrecognizable, and his original appearance could no longer be seen.

"Now, does it look like it?" Lu Yang asked, his voice becoming hoarse, as if it came from a broken bellows.

"It's...similar..." Zhou Qing stuttered. He looked at Lu Yang's bloody face and felt his scalp tingling.

"That's good," Lu Yang nodded. "You guys wait here. I'll go aboard and check out the situation."

"Boss, I'll go with you!" Zhou Qing said.

"No, you and Wanru stay here to support me." Lu Yang waved his hand, his tone leaving no room for questioning.

"But……"

"No buts!" Lu Yang interrupted Zhou Qing, "This is an order!"

"Yes!" Zhou Qing had no choice but to stand at attention and salute, answering loudly.

Lu Yang took one last look at them, then turned and walked towards the "Elizabeth".

Under the light, his back looked particularly tall and lonely.

He was like a lone hero, walking alone towards the unknown battlefield.

Zhou Qing and Ye Wanru stood there, watching Lu Yang's receding back, their hearts filled with worry and admiration.

They knew that Lu Yang would be in great danger of death if he went there, but he still went without hesitation.

For the country, for the nation, and for these comrades who share life and death with them.

"I hope Lu Yang... can return safely." Qing Lan murmured to herself, with a hint of sob in her voice.

"Don't worry, who is the boss? He's 'Falcon'!" Zhou Qing patted Qinglan's shoulder and comforted him, "He will definitely be able to overcome the danger and return safely!"

"Well," Qinglan nodded, "We'll wait for him here until he comes back!"

The two stood quietly on the dock, looking in the direction where Lu Yang disappeared, without speaking for a long time.

The night is getting darker.

The wind on the dock was getting stronger, making people feel cold.

But in their hearts, there is a fire burning.

That is the fire of hope and the fire of faith.

They believed that as long as Lu Yang was there, there would be no obstacles that could not be overcome and no enemies that could not be defeated!

As for Lu Yang, he kept his head down and walked hurriedly towards the "Elizabeth".

The fresh wounds on his face were still oozing blood, mixed with powder and dirt, making him look particularly hideous.

His clothes were also covered in dust and blood, and he looked disheveled, like a professional killer who had just experienced life and death in a gangland fight.

When he was almost at the boat, several strong men in black suits stopped him.

"Stop! What are you doing?" A burly man, holding a shiny machete in his hand, asked viciously.

Lu Yang stopped, raised his head, and said in a hoarse voice: "I am Mr. Mole's man, and I am here to deliver the goods."

He deliberately lowered his voice, and there was a slight tremor in his voice, as if he was very scared.

"Mr. Mole's men?" The burly man looked Lu Yang up and down, his eyes full of suspicion. "Why haven't I seen you before?"