Spy war in the Republic of China, peak undercover

"Turn off the engine, please show your ID." The soldier asked as usual when checking Lu Yang.

Lu Yang took out his police ID instead of his Party Affairs Office ID.

The person who examined him was a young soldier, about sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Little brother, how many years have you studied in a private school? Do you know these words?"

Lu Yang suddenly remembered the people guarding the gate of Jiangcheng Police Station, who could not read a single word.

The person checking IDs at the checkpoint tonight might not even be able to read.

"Honestly, I don't know him, and our squad leader doesn't know him either. You wait here."

The boy came over with Lu Yang's ID and talked to a soldier who was sitting in the guard booth and smoking.

Lu Yang watched him hand over his police ID.

Get off the car immediately and open the rear trunk lid.

The soldier squad leader took Lu Yang's photo, looked at it again, and waved his hand.

A group of soldiers wearing short boots and holding submachine guns came from behind.

Lu Yang quickly got into the driver's seat and started the car.

When the squad leader saw this, he raised his gun and shot at Lu Yang's car.

Lu Yang quickly stepped on the accelerator and the car crashed into the roadblock in front.

I used to be used to driving four-wheel drive cars, and I thought I could knock two pieces of broken wood open with one knock.

I didn't expect that this broken car had no power at all. Two wooden stakes were hanging on the front of the car, and the car was getting slower and slower.

Then I heard dense gunfire from behind, including rifles, pistols and machine guns.

Lu Yang slammed on the brakes, quickly took out a grenade and jumped out of the cab.

I looked back and saw that my trunk was open.

Gao Jiaqiang, who was about to run away, was beaten into a pulp.

As planned, Gao Jiaqiang died at the hands of the encirclement and suppression team.

The plan was successfully completed, and Lu Yang decided to retreat quickly, otherwise more and more people would come and he would have to hand over more than 100 pounds here.

After thinking it over, he activated the fire signal of the grenade and threw it at the group of soldiers.

"Lie down!"

I only heard a loud shout from the other side. After all, they were an elite force, well-trained. When they saw the grenade, they did not run around, but lay down on the spot.

Taking this opportunity, Lu Yang ran to the front of the car and moved the two wooden stakes aside.

However, unexpectedly, another group of soldiers ran in front of the car, shooting as they ran.

Fortunately, this team of soldiers did not have heavy weapons or machine guns.

Lu Yang had no choice but to give them another grenade.

While they were lying down, I got into the car and drove towards them.

He stretched out the submachine gun from the car window with his left hand and fired a volley of bullets. He lowered the barrel of the gun deliberately when shooting, and the bullets all hit the position in front of them.

The soldiers were not so dedicated. Most of them lay on the ground and dared not look up.

After Lu Yang threw another grenade at the back of the car, the car had completely passed the blockade and drove into the city.

I had already thought about the route before coming here. If I come to Shanghai by boat, the most likely destination is Wusongkou Wharf.

There was still one day left, and Lu Yang planned that this little bit of gasoline would barely be enough to reach Wusongkou.

At this time, the night was as dark as ink.

There were almost no pedestrians on the road.

Lu Yang had never been to old Shanghai and was not familiar with the terrain.

I need to save this little bit of gasoline, so I plan to ask someone for directions.

Not far away, at the intersection of an alley, there was a wonton stall.

Lu Yang quietly drove the car to a dark place, turned off the engine and got out.

He hid all his rifles in the car and only carried a dagger and a grenade.

After observing the surroundings, it should be safe.

Then he walked quickly towards the Chaos Stall.

"Boss, give me a bowl of wontons." Lu Yang walked to the wonton stall but did not find a stool to sit down.

"Okay, do you like spicy food?" The boss was a middle-aged man wearing glasses, a melon-shaped hat, and a yellowed towel on his shoulder.

“Just put it in normal mode.”

The boss was busy working while watching secretly.

Lu Yang knew that such people had little contact with the black and white forces in the market, but they were very knowledgeable about the ways of the world.

So he got straight to the point and asked, "Boss, I'm from out of town, and I'm here to pick up a shipment. Their letter only mentioned Shanghai, but didn't mention which port. I'd like to know if you know which port to unload the cargo at?"

"Sir, there are many docks in Shanghai, most of which are located along the Huangpu Beach coast. Also, it depends on the size of the ship you are loading. Some ports are large and some are small. You can just go to Huangpu Beach and ask around."

As the boss spoke, his hands were not idle. He poured a bowl of hot wonton soup into the bowl and sprinkled some dried shrimps and chopped green onions on it.

Served it to Lu Yang.

Lu Yang took it with a smile and continued standing there.

"Why don't you sit down and eat, sir?"

"Haha, I'm used to it." Lu Yang didn't say much, but ate and drank wontons quietly.

"By the way, how do I get to Wusong Wharf?"

Lu Yang asked suddenly, his intention was obviously not to give him too much time to think, and the subconscious answer should be the most truthful answer.

"It's quite far from here. Follow this direction until you see a railway bridge. Just cross it and follow the traffic and people. There are many merchants transporting goods nearby."

Lu Yang drank the last of the soup in one gulp and handed it to the boss.

"The boss seems to have traveled a lot, so how did he end up running a wonton stand?"

"Sir, you have a good eye. It's not easy to do business in this world. You should open a small stall to make a living."

Lu Yang paid for the wontons. "The boss's cooking is good. I'll come again next time."

The boss's gaze through his glasses seemed unusually deep.

"Sir, feel free to come. Don't worry, I'm very tight-lipped and my memory isn't very good either."

Lu Yang was slightly stunned, obviously shocked by what he said.

The boss continued, "Haha, my memory isn't very good, I wonder how your memory is? The cheongsam craftsmanship at that shop in Ning'an County is exceptional."

"Hmm?" Lu Yang once again looked at the middle-aged man with glasses opposite him.

"It's you?"

The wonton stall owner smiled and nodded, then lowered his head and continued shouting.

"Wontons, hot wontons!"

The meaning is obvious, just enough to make everyone understand.

This boss is the underground party member of the cheongsam shop that Lu Yang warned about last time.

It’s true that we meet everywhere in life!

Setting up a stall here late at night is definitely not just for making a living.

Lu Yang has read a lot of novels on this subject. According to the routine, there must be people from our side active nearby.

He may be on guard at the perimeter.

"Farewell!"

"Take care of yourself!"

Lu Yang returned to his car and looked in the direction his boss pointed.

There is less than a day left until the 13th.

You have to arrive at the dock in advance and inquire about the arrival time of the passenger ship.

So he started the car and drove quickly towards Wusong Wharf.