Spy war in the Republic of China, peak undercover

The peace in the mountain city did not last long, and Lu Yang knew this very well.

He stood by the window on the second floor of the photo studio, tapping lightly on the window frame with his fingers, his eyes scanning the crowds on the street sharply. The sun shone lazily, bringing a rare warmth to this war-torn city, but beneath this warmth, there were undercurrents.

"Boss, something's happening!" Old Wei pushed the door open, his face filled with unconcealed anxiety, a small piece of paper clutched in his hand. "Something's happened at the 'Old Place' teahouse in the west end of the city. One of our spies there has lost contact!"

The "Old Place" teahouse was a secret contact point for the Military Control Commission, located in a hidden location, usually used to transmit less urgent intelligence. The loss of contact with the informant was definitely not a good sign.

Lu Yang frowned and took the note. There were only a few crooked words on it: "There is a traitor. Leave immediately."

"Inside job?" Lu Yang's eyes sank cold, the word piercing his heart like an icicle. Discipline within the Military Control Commission was strict, so the possibility of an inside job was extremely low, but not impossible. If it was indeed an inside job that leaked the information, then the "Old Place" teahouse might have been exposed, or even a trap.

"Boss, should we send someone to take a look?" asked Lao Wei.

Lu Yang pondered for a moment and shook his head. "No, if our people rush over, they'll probably be ambushed." He thought for a moment and decided to go in person. "I'll go alone, and you guys will support me from the outside. Remember, no one is allowed to approach without my signal."

"Boss, this is too dangerous!" Lao Wei hurriedly dissuaded him.

"Follow orders!" Lu Yang's tone was firm and unquestionable.

He quickly changed into ordinary coarse cloth clothes, put on a worn felt hat, disassembled the "Qinglong" sniper rifle, hid it in an inconspicuous cloth bag, and then quietly left the photo studio.

The "Old Place" teahouse was located deep in a quiet alley, surrounded by low-rise houses, making it particularly inconspicuous. Lu Yang did not approach it directly, but instead circled around it several times, carefully observing the surrounding environment.

He noticed a few strangers strolling around the alley entrance, their eyes warily scanning passersby. In the grocery store across from the teahouse, a man who looked like a waiter also kept glancing in the direction of the teahouse.

Lu Yang sneered in his heart. It seemed that a tight net had been laid here.

Instead of entering through the main entrance, he went around to the backyard of the teahouse and climbed over the wall. The backyard was filled with debris and exuded a damp, musty smell. Lu Yang carefully made his way through the debris and reached the back door.

The back door was ajar, and faint voices could be heard from inside. Lu Yang held his breath and listened attentively.

"...Is everything arranged? As soon as someone named Lu comes, take action immediately!" said a cold voice.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fujita, our people have already set up a plan, he can't escape even if he has wings!" another flattering voice replied.

Fujita! Lu Yang's pupils suddenly shrank. It turned out to be the Japanese! Moreover, they actually called him by his last name. It seemed that the information provided by the insider was very accurate.

Lu Yang clenched his fists, his heart raging with rage. He had to find the missing spy as soon as possible, and also find out the damned traitor!

He gently pushed open the back door and slipped into the teahouse. It was empty, with tables and chairs toppled over, clearly the scene of a struggle. The air was thick with the faint smell of blood.

Lu Yang's heart sank. It seemed that the spy was in great danger.

He carefully searched every corner of the teahouse, hoping to find some clues. Under an overturned table, he found a special contact badge made by the Military Control Commission, stained with dark red blood.

Lu Yang picked up the badge with a heavy heart. It seemed his comrade had been sacrificed.

Just then, footsteps were heard outside, as if someone was approaching. Lu Yang immediately hid behind the counter and held his breath.

Several secret agents in plain clothes came in and looked around.

"Where is the person? Didn't he just say he came in?" a spy asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, maybe he's hiding. Search carefully!" said another agent.

The spies began to search the teahouse carefully, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer. Lu Yang knew that he could no longer hide and had to take the initiative.

He took a deep breath and rushed out from behind the counter, the pistol in his hand spitting out flames like a poisonous snake.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After a few gunshots, the spies fell to the ground.

However, the gunshots also alerted the enemy outside. More spies and Japanese soldiers rushed in from all directions and surrounded Lu Yang.

Lu Yang leaned against the counter, his eyes scanning the enemies around him with a cold look. He knew that he was surrounded and it would be extremely difficult to break out.

"Lu Yang, you are surrounded. Lay down your weapons and surrender!" A man in a Japanese officer's uniform came out. It was Fujita.

Lu Yang sneered and pointed the gun at Fujita. "Surrender? There's no such word in my dictionary!"

"If you don't accept my toast, you'll be punished!" A fierce look flashed in Fujita's eyes, and he waved his hand, "Come on! Life or death!"

The enemy surged forward like a tide, and the sounds of gunfire and shouts of killing filled the entire teahouse.

Lu Yang was not afraid of danger. He was agile and had accurate marksmanship, and he kept killing the enemies who rushed towards him. However, the number of enemies was too large, and he soon ran out of bullets.

At this critical moment, Lu Yang suddenly heard a burst of intensive gunfire and explosions coming from outside.

"Boss! We are here!" Lao Wei's voice came from outside.

It turned out that Old Wei was worried about Lu Yang acting alone and had been closely monitoring the movements in the teahouse from the outside. When he heard the gunshots inside, he immediately rushed in with his men.

The arrival of reinforcements boosted Lu Yang's spirits. He picked up the weapons dropped by the enemies and joined the battle again.

The battle was extremely fierce, with both sides going all out in a frenzy of killing. The teahouse was a river of blood and corpses were scattered all over the place.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Fujita wanted to escape in the chaos, but was blocked by Lu Yang.

"Fujita, your time of death has come!" Lu Yang said coldly, pointing the gun at Fujita.

A trace of fear flashed in Fujita's eyes. He knew he was no match for Lu Yang and quickly raised his hands. "Don't... don't kill me. I know who the traitor is!"

Lu Yang raised his eyebrows and signaled Lao Wei and the others to cease fire. "Tell me! Who is the traitor?"

Fujita swallowed his saliva and said tremblingly, "It's... it's a section chief within your Military Control Commission. His surname is Zhou, and his name is Zhou Hai!"

Zhou Hai? Lu Yang was shocked. He had some impression of this name. He seemed to be a relatively inconspicuous character. Unexpectedly, he was actually a mole lurking within the Military Control Commission!

"Where is he now?" Lu Yang asked.

"He... he should still be at the Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters!" Fujita said hurriedly.

A hint of murderous intent flashed in Lu Yang's eyes. He knew that he had to go back immediately, capture Zhou Hai, and clean up the mess!

At this moment, Fujita suddenly took out a smoke bomb from his arms and threw it to the ground.

"boom!"

Thick smoke instantly filled the entire teahouse, obscuring everyone's vision.

"Oh no! He's trying to run away!" Old Wei shouted.

Lu Yang immediately rushed into the smoke, trying to catch Fujita. However, the smoke was too thick and he couldn't see the direction clearly.

When the smoke cleared, Fujita had disappeared.

"Damn it! He ran away!" Old Wei stomped his feet in anger.

Lu Yang's face was gloomy. He knew that if Fujita escaped, there would be endless trouble. However, the more important thing now was to catch the traitor Zhou Hai.

"Return to the Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters immediately!" Lu Yang ordered.

The group quickly evacuated the "old place" teahouse and rushed towards the headquarters of the Military Intelligence Bureau.

Although the operation was a safe one, Lu Yang escaped safely and learned the identity of the traitor. However, the sacrifice of his missing informant and Fujita's escape served as a wake-up call. The road ahead was still fraught with challenges and dangers. And what kind of storm would Zhou Hai, the traitor hidden within the Military Control Commission, stir up? Lu Yang knew that an internal purge was imminent.

The truck bumped along the wet mountain city streets, its tires clunking over the cobblestones. Inside, Lu Yang's face was shrouded in shadow, his eyes sharp as a knife. Fujita had fled, and the name of the traitor, Zhou Hai, burned into his heart like a branding iron. The Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters, once a symbol of iron-clad discipline, now harbored a venomous snake.

"Boss, are we just going back like this?" Old Wei sat in the passenger seat, his hand tightly gripping his gun, his voice tinged with unease. He knew the implications of forcing his way into the Military Intelligence Bureau to arrest a section chief—it was no less than a small-scale civil war.

"If we don't go back, are we waiting for him to escape?" Lu Yang's voice was flat, emotionless. He knew the danger, but he knew even more clearly that allowing the mole inside would cause devastating damage. The intelligence Zhou Hai possessed was enough to sacrifice countless hidden comrades and completely paralyze the operations of the Military Control Commission.

The truck didn't drive directly to the Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters, but stopped a few blocks away. The fog grew thicker, and the dim glow of the street lamps became blurred and indistinct.

"Everyone, get out of the car and proceed on foot." Lu Yang jumped off the truck first and quickly assembled the "Qinglong" sniper rifle hidden in the bag, his movements skillful and cold. "Old Wei, you take half the people to defend the perimeter and cut off all possible escape routes. The rest of you follow me in."

"Yes!" Old Wei took the order and quickly led his men away into the foggy street corner.

Lu Yang pulled down the brim of his felt hat, revealing only a pair of sharp eyes. He led the remaining elite team members, clinging to the wall like a ghost, sneaking towards the Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters.

The closer we got to headquarters, the more tense the air grew. The normally bustling streets were now eerily deserted, with not even a stray dog ​​to be seen. The sentries at the intersections seemed even more vigilant than usual, their searchlight beams flickering back and forth through the fog, as if searching for something.

"Something's wrong." Lu Yang stopped and gestured for his team to take cover. He raised his binoculars and carefully observed the Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters building.

The building was brightly lit, but through the windows, one could see figures moving about inside, seemingly in a state of confusion. The number of guards at the door had increased significantly, and the atmosphere was tense, as if facing a major enemy.

"It seems that Zhou Hai has noticed something, or Fujita has informed him." Lu Yang muttered to himself, his murderous intent growing stronger. This Zhou Hai reacted quite quickly.

Forcing his way in would undoubtedly trigger a large-scale conflict, potentially even alerting higher-ups and complicating matters. He had to find a way to quietly enter and capture Zhou Hai.

Lu Yang's eyes fell on an inconspicuous ventilation duct on the side of the building. The duct was large enough for a person to fit through. He carefully observed the direction of the duct and it seemed to lead to the interior of the building.

"Go this way." Lu Yang made a gesture and led the team members around to the side of the building.

He asked one of the most agile team members to go up and explore the way first, while he himself held the "Qinglong" and looked around vigilantly.

The team members quickly climbed up the wall, pried open the iron fence of the ventilation duct, and then made a safe gesture.

Lu Yang took a deep breath, handed the Azure Dragon to the team member behind him, and was the first to enter the narrow, dusty ventilation duct. Darkness instantly engulfed him, with only the faint light of the team member in front of him guiding the way. The duct was filled with a stale smell, and the sound of metal rubbing against each other was particularly harsh in the silence.

He had no idea where the pipe led, nor what kind of perilous capture awaited him. But he knew he had to capture Zhou Hai and extract this venomous snake, or else, there would be endless trouble. The cold metal pipe pressed against his body, and every step forward felt like walking into an unknown abyss.

The ventilation duct was pitch black, with only the faint glow of the team member ahead's flashlight flickering, like a will-o'-the-wisp guiding the way. Dust choked my throat, and every breath carried a strange odor of rust and aged dirt. The duct walls were cold and hard, squeezing my body tightly. Every movement produced a creaking sound, amplified countless times in the dead silence, as if it might alert those below.

Lu Yang followed closely behind the team member in front of him, trying to be as quiet as possible. He could hear the thumping of his own heart and the suppressed breathing of the team members behind him. This damn place was even more suffocating than the hail of bullets on the battlefield. Damn it, a major general of the Military Control Commission actually crawled through the pipes like a rat. If this got out, everyone would laugh their heads off. But now, there was no time for all that. Catching Zhou Hai was more important than anything else.

The pipes twisted and turned like a maze. They could only rely on their vague memory of the layout of the Military Control Commission building and the occasional light and sound that came through the gaps in the ventilation grilles to determine the general direction.

"Boss, it looks like there's an archive room down there." The team member in front suddenly stopped, lowered his voice, and pointed to the grille under his feet.

Lu Yang leaned over, carefully brushing aside the dust and peering down through the fine grille. Sure enough, there was a room filled with tall metal filing cabinets. Several men in Military Control Commission uniforms were talking in low voices, and the atmosphere was tense.

"...Have you heard? Something happened over at 'the old place', and several of our people were killed!"

"Not only that, I heard Fujita almost got caught!"

"The higher-ups have issued a death order. The entire city is under martial law, and not even a fly can fly into our headquarters."

"I don't know who is so blind as to dare to tamper with the Tai Sui."