Spy war in the Republic of China, peak undercover

The rain is cold!

Like a curtain, it covers Hongkou Park.

A vague darkness!

Lu Yang suddenly jumped out of the broken window of Sakura Hall!

Land!

roll!

Take the pressure off!

The splashing mud and water instantly covered my clothes!

The old injury on my right leg hurts so much!

The new gunshot wound on my left shoulder was burning with pain!

Damn!

The breath smells of rust and sweetness!

But he can't stop!

Get down!

Sneak into the dense bushes next to it!

Behind him, gunshots! Explosions! Chaotic shouts!

And Matsumoto's frustrated Japanese orders came through the rain!

"Seal off the park! Search for 'Yan Wang'! He's heading northeast!"

"Notify the outer troops! Strengthen inspections!"

Matsumoto's voice was full of murderous intent!

Damn! Matsumoto guessed it!

He knew that Qinglan might have leaked information!

The road is getting harder!

The search net is tightening!

Outside the park, the enemy also began to deploy defenses!

Must rush out!

Before the enemy surrounds us!

The rain washed over my cheeks.

He recalled the map.

The topography of the park.

There must be heavy troops at the main gate and side gate!

Drainage system? The entrance is too close, it's a trap! Lao Hei and the others still need that road!

The only choice!

Break through the wall by force!

Northeast corner! It's remote! The wall is old!

Crouching!

Use trees, rockery, and night cover!

He moves around quickly like an agile wild cat!

The sound of rain is the best cover! But it also interferes with hearing!

We must be highly vigilant!

The flashlight beam is shaking!

The sound of chaotic footsteps! Japanese shouts!

A Japanese search team is approaching!

Lu Yang immediately crouched down!

Hold your breath!

Integrate into the holly bush!

The cold rain flowed down my neck!

The wound hurts so much!

But he was motionless! Like a rock!

The search party passed by, cursing.

The flashlight swept across the front of him.

The reflection of the swaying puddle.

They walked away.

Lu Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

Wipe the rain and cold sweat off your face.

Glanced at the watch!

time is limited!

There are less than twenty minutes left before the time given by Qinglan!

Must be faster!

Keep sneaking!

Avoid two patrols!

I almost ran into a lone Japanese soldier!

Fortunately, I reacted quickly!

Hand knife!

Hit the back of the neck!

Drag him silently into the bushes!

Quickly search for magazines and bayonets!

at last!

See the wall!

An old brick wall! Covered in vines! Broken glass on top!

Outside the wall is the alley!

Just as he was about to approach——

The sound of hurried footsteps! Coming from the side!

He was startled!

Hide behind a thick plane tree!

Three Japanese soldiers in raincoats!

Holding a Type 38 rifle!

Search along the inside of the wall!

They are here to stop people from climbing over the wall!

No way! It will alert more enemies!

We must outsmart them!

He glanced around and saw the Japanese soldier who had just been knocked unconscious!

Got it!

Quietly retreat!

Take off the opponent's raincoat and military cap!

Put it on yourself!

Although it doesn’t fit, it’s dark on a rainy night, and with the mud and water, I can get through it!

Pick up the Type 38 rifle! The submachine gun is hidden under the raincoat!

Keep your hat down!

Adjust your breathing!

Imitating the tired pace of the Japanese army!

Lower your head and walk over!

My heart is beating fast! My palms are sweaty!

"Hey! Which team are you from? Have you found anything?" a Japanese sergeant asked sternly.

Lu Yang's heart was beating wildly!

Don’t understand Japanese!

I could only say "hmm" vaguely!

He pointed in the direction he came from and shook his head.

The voice was hoarse and unclear, as if it had been in the rain for too long.

The sergeant frowned, looking dissatisfied, but didn't think much about it.

He waved his hand and said, "Don't dawdle! Increase vigilance! Don't let even a fly escape! Keep searching!"

Lu Yang lowered his head and responded without stopping.

Brushed past the three of them!

I can feel the suspicious eyes lingering behind me!

But he forced himself to stay calm and keep his pace.

Walk out more than ten meters!

Make sure no one follows!

Accelerate suddenly!

Rush to a wall covered with dense vines!

Throw away the Type 38 rifle!

Carry the submachine gun well!

Take a deep breath!

Grab the vines!

Use your hands and feet!

Climb up!

The wound hurts so much!

But he gritted his teeth!

Bear with it!

Climb to the top of the wall quickly!

It's pitch black inside and outside the wall!

There is a faint light in the distance!

No hesitation!

Turn over and jump down!

"boom!"

Severe knee pain!

But he couldn't care less!

Escaped!

however--

Just stood firm!

The sound of hurried footsteps and Japanese shouts came from the entrance of the alley!

Those three devils just now noticed something was wrong and are chasing us!

"Over there! Don't let him get away!"

Lu Yang cursed inwardly!

Just run away!

The alleys are narrow! Like a maze! The ground is slippery and muddy!

While running, take off the Japanese raincoat that was in the way!

The bullets flew over!

Hit the wall! Sparks fly!

Must get rid of them!

Find Monkey and Zhou Qing!

Go to the alternate meeting point!

Harbin Road! Abandoned warehouse!

Relying on his familiarity with the terrain, he moved quickly through the alleys!

Turn a corner!

There's a fork in the road ahead!

suddenly!

The roar of car engines! From far away, approaching!

The screeching sound of brakes!

A black Ford sedan suddenly stopped at the intersection!

The headlights are blinding!

Push the car door open!

A figure jumped down!

Black trench coat! Top hat!

In my hand is a Chicago typewriter!

"Brother Lu! Get in the car!"

It's a monkey!

Zhou Qing stuck his head out from the passenger seat!

Holding a Mauser pistol!

Look behind you vigilantly!

"Hurry! The Japs are catching up!"

Lu Yang was ecstatic!

There is always a way out!

Dash in! Open the back door! Get in!

"Drive!" Lu Yang shouted!

At the same time, place the MP18 on the car window!

He pulled the trigger hard at the Japanese figure that appeared at the entrance of the alley!

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

Dense bullets swept past!

Knock down the two pursuers on the spot!

The rest quickly lay down and sought cover!

The monkey stepped on the accelerator!

The Ford sedan roared!

The tires spun wildly on the slippery ground, splashing large amounts of mud and water!

Rushed forward suddenly!

Rush into another wider street!

"Brother Lu, you are injured!" Zhou Qing exclaimed when he turned around and saw the blood on Lu Yang's left shoulder and his pale face.

"It's okay, I won't die." Lu Yang leaned on the back seat, breathing rapidly.

His eyes were cold and he said quickly:

"Things have changed!"

"Sakura Hall is a trap!"

"Matsumoto's goal is to cover the evacuation of a high-ranking Japanese military staff!"

"We must stop them!"

"Before they reach the Changchun Road Ferry!"

The monkey drove at high speed, weaving through the streets on a rainy night.

Avoid patrols and roadblocks.

"General's Corps? Changchun Road Ferry? When?"

"At most fifteen minutes left!" Lu Yang glanced at his watch. Time was extremely tight!

"Qinglan got their route and time!"

"Damn it! These bastards are playing dirty tricks!" Monkey slammed the steering wheel hard.

"Changchun Road Ferry? They must be defended there now!"

"We have no choice." Lu Yang's voice was calm and firm.

"Monkey, find the fastest way! Avoid the main road! Weave through!"

"Zhou Qing, check your weapons and ammunition! Prepare for battle!"

Ford sedan!

Like a black ghost!

Speeding through the rainy alleys of Shanghai late at night!

Inside the car were three soldiers with stern expressions and murderous intent!

Outside the car, the Japanese army was tightening the encirclement!

Changchun Road Ferry! Getting closer!

A storm of ambush targeting the core command of the Japanese army!

It will be a rainy night by the Huangpu River!

Expand violently!

As the morning light broke, a thin layer of water vapor rose from the Huangpu River, shrouding the Bund's international buildings in a hazy veil.

Like a nimble cheetah, Lu Yang scurried along the banks of Suzhou Creek, his gaze fixed on the cargo ship, the SS Orion, as it slowly departed the dock. Its chimney belched thick black smoke, like a moving coordinate, heralding a dangerous journey.

The discoveries in the teahouse attic last night—the remains of the burned telegraph machine and the film with the "Feng Yu Hang" logo[5], as well as the mysterious figure that resembled "Xuan Tian Ying Nan"[2] yet felt out of place—all pointed to this seemingly ordinary cargo ship. Lu Yang did not believe the "resurrection from the dead" story, but rather believed that this was a carefully planned identity trick to cover up a larger conspiracy.

"Brother Lu! The Tailor has replied!" Zhou Qing panted as he emerged from behind a newsstand. "The Orion is a Panamanian-flagged cargo ship with all necessary paperwork. It made a last-minute change to its route last night, so neither the customs nor the water police can forcibly board the ship for inspection! They're completely helpless!"

As expected. Lu Yang frowned. The other party had calculated that they could take advantage of the convenience of neutral ships and the complex situation in the Shanghai Concession. "What about Wanru?"

"No news yet. Changlong Trading Company (formerly 'Fengyu Trading Company', to avoid redundancy) is heavily guarded. She needs time," Zhou Qing said anxiously. "The ship is about to enter the main channel. Once it reaches the Yangtze River estuary, it will be impossible to stop it!"

Lu Yang scanned the docks. Huge anchors, piles of cargo boxes, busy porters... everything seemed normal, yet something menacing lurked beneath. The Orion's gangway had been retracted, and several "crew members" in sailor uniforms, bulging waists, appeared on deck, scanning the shore warily.

"It's too late." Lu Yang made a decision. "Zhou Qing, you stay here and find a way to contact the 'Tailor'. Monitor all abnormal signals on the river, especially radio communications. I'll go meet the 'Ghost' on the boat."

"Brother Lu, how did you get up there?" Zhou Qing was shocked.

Lu Yang's gaze fell on a small dinghy unloading fish not far away. A fisherman wearing a felt hat was struggling to carry a basket of fish ashore. Lu Yang walked over quickly, took out a few French currency notes and stuffed them into the fisherman's hand. "Brother, please do me a favor and get me closer to the big ship. Say I'm a pilot and I'm late."

The fisherman weighed the money, looked at Lu Yang's extraordinary demeanor, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

The sampan lurched away from the shore, the motor churning. Lu Yang crouched at the bow, the river breeze whipping the hem of his shirt, his hand already gripping the Colt M1911 at his waist. As the distance closed, the Orion's massive hull brought a sense of immense pressure.

"Hey! What are you doing?" A shout came from the deck, and a "crew member" raised the signal light in his hand.

"Pilot! Pilot! Captain, please be kind, I'm late!" Lu Yang shouted in a fluent Ningbo accent, while motioning the fisherman to come closer.

Just as the sampan was about to close in on the boat, Lu Yang grabbed a rope dangling from the side, exerted his strength with both arms, and scrambled upwards with agility. The bullet barely grazed his scalp, striking the side of the sampan, sending wood chips flying. The fisherman screamed in fear and quickly turned his boat around to flee.

Lu Yang leaped onto the deck with a few leaps, rolling behind a pile of tarpaulins. Gunfire erupted immediately, bullets hitting the tarpaulins and the nearby iron capstan, sending sparks flying. He quickly peered over and saw at least five gunmen closing in on him, their fire intense.

"It seems that Mr. 'Ghost' does not welcome visitors." Lu Yang sneered, pulled out the Colt, and fired accurately, knocking down the two people who were rushing in the front.

The gunshots alarmed the others on board, and the whistle suddenly blew, as if sending some kind of signal. Lu Yang's heart sank; this didn't seem like a simple internal alarm.

He moved swiftly, using cover as cover, his target the bridge control room. Only by controlling that area could he force the ship to stop, or at least understand its true destination and mission. He encountered sporadic resistance along the way, but he dealt with it cleanly and efficiently. These so-called "crew members" displayed professional tactics and wielded weapons not possessed by ordinary seamen, more like highly trained agents or soldiers.

Just as he was about to rush up the gangway leading to the bridge, a figure in a white naval uniform appeared at the top of the gangway, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face and a playful smile on the corners of his mouth - it was the man in the film.

"Mr. Lu, I've long heard of you. I'm the 'Messenger,' not the 'ghost' you think I am." The man with the gold-rimmed glasses spoke in a gentle voice, yet with a chilling tone. "You shouldn't have come aboard. This ship is just a mobile signal tower."

"Signal tower?" Lu Yang's pupils shrank slightly.

"Yes," the man known as the "Messenger" looked at his watch. "Just five minutes ago, when the Orion passed by No. 17 The Bund, it issued the final order to begin the operation. Now, the real storm in Shanghai has just begun."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly retreated back to the bridge and threw something. Lu Yang subconsciously dodged sideways - it was not a grenade, but a small timer device with a rapidly flashing red light on it.

"boom!"

A violent explosion occurred in the middle of the ship, near the engine compartment! The "Orion" shook violently, the ship's speed slowed significantly, and the hull even began to tilt. This was not to sink the ship, but to paralyze the power!

Lu Yang cursed inwardly. The other party had no intention of letting him leave alive. They were even willing to sacrifice the ship and most of the people on it to ensure that the "signal" was sent and Lu Yang was trapped to death in the river.

He rushed to the bridge, but it was empty. The "courier" had vanished long ago. Only a radio transmitter still had its indicator light on, and scattered beside it were a few shredded documents. Lu Ryang quickly pieced it all together, finding only the words "Phase II," "Transfer," and "Warehouse west of Jing'an Temple."

At that moment, he caught a glimpse of several speedboats flying Japanese naval flags approaching at high speed on the river, their sights aimed squarely at the disabled Orion. Further away, in the direction of downtown Shanghai, the sounds of explosions and chaotic gunfire could be heard.

Lu Yang's heart sank. He had been tricked. This ship, this "messenger," and perhaps even the news of the so-called "Xuantian Yingnan"'s resurrection were all just bait and deception. The real goal was to exploit the time difference while he was trapped on the river to carry out a crucial operation in Shanghai!

He grabbed the binoculars on the bridge and looked toward the city. Smoke was rising from several different locations.

"Wanru! Zhou Qing!" Lu Yang roared into the empty river. He knew they couldn't hear him, but he had to get the message out as quickly as possible. He was trapped in the slowly sinking steel cage of the river, while the real crisis erupted in the depths of the city, unseen by him.