Spy war in the Republic of China, peak undercover

Lu Yang stood in front of the ruins of the secret base in the north of the city. The firelight illuminated his face red, and the barrel of the "Qinglong" sniper rifle in his hand was slightly hot.

The aftermath of the explosion had not yet dissipated, and the air was filled with the smell of scorched earth and gunpowder smoke, tearing a hideous wound in the night sky of the mountain city.

He exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes like knives piercing through the thick fog, as if he could see the panic of the Japanese remnants.

"Boss, should they behave themselves now?" Old Wei stepped forward, grinning, but with a hint of fatigue in his eyes.

Lu Yang snorted coldly and stubbed out his cigarette. "Honest? I won't be at ease until they're completely dead."

He turned around and led the team back to the photo studio. The mountain wind was howling, bringing with it a solemn and murderous atmosphere.

Returning to the backyard, he put the "Bashu Order" on the table, lit a cigarette, and sat by the window in deep thought.

Liu Ruyan walked in, holding a torn document she'd found at the base, and handed it to him. "Lu Yang, this mentions Operation Sakura."

Lu Yang took the document, glanced at it, and frowned slightly. "Operation Sakura? The Japanese are up to something again."

Although most of the documents were burned, several key words can still be seen: assassination, high-level officials in the mountain city, and three days later.

He narrowed his eyes and sneered. "Alright, if they dare to touch the higher-ups in Mountain City, I'll make sure they never return."

He stood up and said to Liu Ruyan, "Gather your men and investigate the details of this 'Operation Sakura'."

Liu Ruyan nodded, turned and left. Ye Wanru then walked in, holding a piece of intelligence from the Sichuan Army.

"Lu Yang, the Sichuan Army said that the Japanese have been active in the south of the city recently, which may be related to 'Operation Sakura'." She said in a serious tone.

Lu Yang took the information and said coldly, "South of the city? Go meet them in person."

He changed into black clothes, took "Qinglong", and headed straight to the south of the city with Ye Wanru.

The streets in the south of the city are old, the alleys are narrow, and the fog is shrouded in mist, giving off an eerie vibe.

Lu Yang sneaked to the outside of a dilapidated house and observed through the window. Several Japanese were talking in low voices and there was a map on the table.

He set up the Blue Dragon, locked the crosshairs on the leading Japanese, and whispered, "Wanru, guard the back door."

Ye Wanru quietly went around to the back, and Lu Yang pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, blood spurted out from between the Japanese' eyebrows, and he fell to the ground and died.

There was chaos in the courtyard. Other Japanese drew their guns and fired back. Lu Yang was like a ghost, and every shot was fatal.

Ye Wanru rushed in from the back door, and with tacit cooperation, they cleared out the remaining enemies in an instant.

Lu Yang opened the map and saw "Operation Sakura: Three days later, assassinate the Sichuan Army Commander."

He sneered, took the map, and said to Ye Wanru: "Notify the Sichuan Army and prepare to meet the enemy."

The two retreated to the photo studio, and Lu Yang gathered everyone together to make plans.

"Old Wei, take your men to keep an eye on the south of the city. If the Japanese make any movement, report immediately." He said in a deep voice.

Old Wei nodded, and Liu Ruyan added, "I've found out that Operation Sakura has a backup plan, which may involve blowing up the dam."

Lu Yang narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly. "What a big deal."

He lit a cigarette and turned his gaze to Ye Wanru. "Contact Chen Yijun and ask the Central Bureau of Investigation to cooperate."

Ye Wanru left, and Lu Yang stood alone in front of the window, his thoughts surging.

The next day, he changed into Sichuan Army uniform and went to the Sichuan Army headquarters with "Bashu Order" and "Qinglong".

The headquarters was located in an old house in the city and was heavily guarded. Commander Zhao Tieshan had a weathered face and a calm demeanor.

"Commander Zhao, I am special envoy Zhou Yun, and I have been ordered to protect you." Lu Yang saluted and spoke in Sichuan dialect.

Zhao Tieshan took the "Bashu Order" and awe flashed in his eyes. "The Japanese want to assassinate me?"

Lu Yang nodded. "They will take action in three days."

Zhao Tieshan snorted coldly. "I feel at ease with you here."

Three days later, as night fell, a murderous plot lurked outside the headquarters.

Lu Yang set up the "Green Dragon" and stood in front of the window, his eyes fixed on the surroundings.

A group of men in black climbed over the wall, holding daggers, silently.

"Bang!" Lu Yang fired a shot, and the leader's eyebrows burst into blood. The battle began.

The soldiers met the enemy, Lu Yang's spear skills were like gods, and the courtyard was stained with blood.

The last man in black pulled the grenade, and Lu Yang shot through his wrist, and the explosion shattered the night sky.

After the battle, Zhao Tieshan walked out and patted Lu Yang on the shoulder. "Zhou Yun, the lucky star of the Sichuan Army."

Lu Yang sneered. "Securing the southwest is the real priority."

He returned to the photo studio, lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Old Wei, 'Operation Sakura' has failed, the Japanese must be getting anxious," he said in a deep voice.

Old Wei grinned. "Boss, your marksmanship is so impressive that the Japanese would tremble in fear."

Lu Yang waved his hand and turned to Liu Ruyan. "Is there any movement from Qinglan?"

Liu Ruyan frowned. "She met with Yamamoto's deputy today and has been acting mysteriously."

Lu Yang narrowed his eyes, murderous intent surging. "Meet her in person."

He changed into casual clothes and took "Qinglong" with him to the teahouse that Qinglan often went to.

In the teahouse, Qinglan was talking in a low voice with a Japanese man, and the atmosphere was mysterious.

Lu Yang walked in, his eyes like knives. Qing Lan looked up, panic flashing in his eyes. "Lu Yang, why are you here?"

He sat down and smiled faintly. "Look at what my dear wife is busy with."

The Japanese stood up to greet him, and Lu Yang said coldly, "Get lost."

The Japanese left, and Qinglan frowned. "Lu Yang, what are you doing?"

Lu Yang took her hand, his tone gentle but murderous. "Qinglan, don't let me down."

Qinglan shuddered and whispered, "I didn't."

Lu Yang let go, stood up and left, sneering in his heart.

If Qinglan betrays him, he will show no mercy.

The next day, Ye Wanru brought news that another Japanese stronghold was discovered in the south of the city.

Lu Yang led his men to an underground warehouse in the mountains, which was heavily guarded.

He set up the "Qinglong" and rushed into the warehouse, shooting one person at a time.

It was filled with weapons, and the document indicated that "if the assassination failed, blow up the dam."

Lu Yang sneered, lit the bomb, and turned to evacuate.

"Boom!" The warehouse was reduced to ruins, and flames illuminated the night sky red.

He stood in the distance, the "Blue Dragon" in his hand gleaming with a cold light, and whispered, "Japanese, this is just the beginning."

Back at the photo studio, Chen Yijun called. "Lu Yang, the Japanese are planning a new operation, codenamed 'Black Dragon.'"

Lu Yang narrowed his eyes. "Okay, I'll take care of it."

He hung up the communication and called everyone together.

"Old Wei, check the Japanese strongholds in the city. The 'Black Dragon' plan must be uncovered," he said in a deep voice.

Old Wei nodded, and Ye Wanru added, "The Sichuan Army is willing to fully cooperate."

Lu Yang sneered. "Alright, get ready to close the net."

The next day, he led his team to sneak into a manor in the east of the city. According to intelligence, this was the headquarters of the "Black Dragon".

The manor was heavily guarded, and Lu Yang rushed in, shooting one person at a time.

The document reads: "Black Dragon Plan, Seven Days Later, General Attack on the Mountain City."

He burned the documents, blew up the manor, and left.

"Boom!" Flames shot up into the sky. Lu Yang stood in front of the ruins, flames burning in his eyes.

"Japanese, I have the final say in this mountain city." He whispered to himself.

Back at the photo studio, Qinglan walked in, bewildered. "Lu Yang, I heard an explosion..."

Lu Yang pulled her over and said calmly, "It's okay, don't ask."

Qinglan leaned in his arms, the struggle in her eyes still lingering.

He kissed her forehead and sneered in his heart.

The fog in the mountain city was thicker. Lu Yang stood in front of the window, with the "Qinglong" in his hand shining coldly.

Although the "Black Dragon Plan" was thwarted, the Japanese will not give up.

Who is he? A time traveler, a red agent, and a master of playing the pig and eating the tiger.

He wants to play this game until his enemy collapses.

The next day, Liu Ruyan brought news that there were Japanese activities in the old church in the west of the city.

Lu Yang led his men there. The lights in the church were dim and several Japanese were sitting around a table.

He changed into the uniform of a Japanese major and walked in with his head held high. "I'm Major Yamada, and I've been ordered to conduct an inspection."

The Japanese man stood up, Lu Yang sneered, and attacked as fast as lightning.

A knife strike, a gunshot to the head, and blood flowed like a river in the church.

He found the document, "Black Dragon Reserve: Blow up the bridge west of the city."

Lu Yang snorted coldly, blew up the church, and turned to leave.

The wind in the mountain city grew even colder. He stood in front of the ruins and whispered, "Japanese, you are doomed to fail."

Back at the photo studio, he gathered everyone together and made the final plans.

"Old Wei, hold the bridge and cooperate with the Sichuan Army. We must not let the Japanese succeed." He said in a deep voice.

Liu Ruyan frowned. "Lu Yang, Qinglan met that Japanese guy again today."

Lu Yang narrowed his eyes. "Bring her to see me."

Qinglan was brought in. She lowered her head and whispered, "Lu Yang, I didn't betray you."

Lu Yang sneered. "No betrayal? Then what are you doing?"

Qinglan's tears fell. "They threatened me, and I was afraid you would be in danger."

Lu Yang was silent and pulled her over. "Qinglan, one last chance."

She nodded and leaned in his arms, a cold light flashed in Lu Yang's eyes.

The next day, he led his team to defend the bridge west of the city, and the Japanese attacked as expected.

Lu Yang set up the "Qinglong", the gunshots were like thunder, and the enemy's blood stained the bridgehead.

After the battle, he stood on the bridge and looked at the night sky of the mountain city.

"Japanese, I have defended this city." He whispered to himself, with the "Qinglong" in his hand shining coldly.

Lu Yang stood on the bridge west of the city. The night wind blew up the corners of his clothes, and the barrel of the "Qinglong" sniper rifle in his hand had not yet cooled down.

Under the bridge, the remains of the Japanese soldiers lay scattered, blood flowing through the cracks in the rocks into the river, and the fog of the mountain city rolled in the flames like the whispers of ghosts.

He exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes like knives, piercing through the night, as if he could see the next conspiracy hidden in the darkness.

"Boss, now that we have defended the bridge, the Japanese should stop fighting, right?" Old Wei walked forward, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and spoke with a sense of relief.

Lu Yang snorted coldly and stubbed out his cigarette. "Calm down? I can't sleep well until they're all dead."

He turned around and led the team back to the photo studio. The night in the mountain city became darker and darker, revealing a sense of oppression.

Returning to the backyard, he locked the "Bashu Order" in the safe, lit a cigarette, and sat by the window in deep thought.

Liu Ruyan walked in, holding a letter she had found under the bridge, and handed it to him. "Lu Yang, this was left by a Japanese. It looks like a report to a superior."

Lu Yang took the letter and unfolded it. The handwriting was illegible, but it was cold and chilling: "The Bridge Project has failed. 'Thunder' is in place and will take action in three days."

He narrowed his eyes and sneered. "'Thunder'? Okay, another new trick."

He stood up and said to Liu Ruyan, "Gather the men and investigate this 'Thunder'. Three days is enough time for them to risk their lives."

Liu Ruyan nodded, turned and left. Ye Wanru then walked in with a verbal message from the Sichuan Army in her hand.

"Lu Yang, the Sichuan Army said that there have been suspicious figures appearing in the valley outside the city recently, and they may be related to the Japanese." She spoke in a steady tone, but a trace of worry flashed in her eyes.

Lu Yang said coldly: "Valley? Go and see for yourself."

He changed into hunter clothes, carried the "Qinglong" on his back, took Ye Wanru and several elite soldiers, and headed straight for the valley outside the city.

The valley is steep, with shadows of trees looming. The night wind blows, bringing with it a low mechanical sound.

Lu Yang sneaked to the edge of a cliff and leaned over to observe. He could vaguely see lights flashing below. Several Japanese were debugging a huge machine.

He set up the "Qinglong" and the full picture of the machine was reflected in the sight - a huge cannon with a grim barrel, emitting a breath of destruction.

"So this is what 'Thunder' means." Lu Yang muttered to himself, a sneer on his face.

He whispered, "Wanru, take your men around to the left, I'll take care of these devils."

Ye Wanru nodded and moved quietly, while Lu Yang pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and the leading Japanese soldier's eyebrows bleed and he fell beside the artillery.

The valley suddenly exploded, and the other Japanese panicked and drew their guns to look around.

Lu Yang moved like the wind, changed his position and fired. The bullets cut through the night sky and accurately took lives.

Ye Wanru led his men to attack from the left side, the grenade exploded, and flames engulfed the remaining enemies.

Lu Yang approached the artillery, inspected it, and sneered. "Good thing, it can flatten half of the mountain city."

He took out the explosives from his backpack, installed them skillfully, and lit the fuse.

"Retreat!" He shouted softly and led the team to a safe distance.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the artillery and the valley turned into a sea of ​​fire, causing rocks to roll down.

Lu Yang stood in the distance, lit a cigarette, and exhaled a puff of smoke. "Japanese, this 'thunder', I'll ring it for you."

The team retreated to the photo studio, and he gathered everyone together to analyze the situation.

"Old Wei, the artillery in the valley is destroyed, but there must be more than one part of the 'Thunder' plan." He said in a deep voice, his eyes sweeping over everyone.

Old Wei nodded. "Boss, I'll go check outside the city to see if there are any fish that have slipped through the net."

Liu Ruyan added, "I've received intelligence that the Japanese in the city have been holding secret meetings recently and may be planning a counterattack."

Lu Yang narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly. "Alright, let's go inside and outside. I'll go meet them."

He changed into the uniform of a Japanese lieutenant colonel, spoke Japanese fluently like his mother tongue, and headed straight for a secret tavern in the city.

The lights in the tavern were dim, and several Japanese people were sitting around a table, talking in low voices.

Lu Yang pushed the door open and walked in, striding forward, shouting in Japanese: "I am Lieutenant Colonel Yamada of the Special Operations Team, and I have been ordered to conduct an inspection!"

The Japanese man looked up, saw his rank, and stood up to salute. "Lieutenant Colonel, what are your instructions?"

Lu Yang sneered, walked to the table, and glanced at the map on the table. "Everyone, what are you talking about?"

The leading Japanese hesitated and said, "We are discussing... the allocation of supplies."

Lu Yang snorted coldly, suddenly pulled out the "Blue Dragon", and pressed it against his forehead. "Supplies? Or is it a counterattack from 'Thunder'?"

The Japanese man's face changed drastically, and he was about to resist, but Lu Yang pulled the trigger and blood splattered on the spot.

The other Japanese drew their guns and fired back, but Lu Yang was as fast as lightning and every shot was fatal.

The tavern was flooded with blood. He found a map that marked three assembly points in the city.

He sneered, put the map in his arms, and turned to leave.

Back in the photo studio, he spread out the map and called everyone together.

"Old Wei, take people to these three gathering points and take them down. Don't leave anyone alive." He said in a deep voice.