Spy war in the Republic of China, peak undercover

Countless questions bit at his nerves like poisonous snakes, but he forced himself to calm down.

Anger and impulsiveness will not solve any problems.

His current position has been exposed. Although Matsumoto did not order his arrest immediately, it is only a matter of time. Perhaps Matsumoto enjoys this cat-and-mouse game more and wants to see what tricks this "big fish" of his can come up with.

A forceful attack is a dead end.

He has to go in.

The warehouse contains the answers he wants to know, the secret of the "seed", and the key to the "second stage".

He retreated quietly, using the cover of the ruins to retreat into the shadows farther away.

He needed an identity, an identity that would allow him to walk into the warehouse with confidence.

He needed a set of Japanese military uniforms, preferably a navy millipede uniform, as well as the corresponding documents and a reasonable reason.

He crawled behind a piece of rubble, scanning the outside of the warehouse with sharp eyes.

Soldiers were patrolling nervously, their searchlight beams like giant eyes, ruthlessly slicing through the darkness. Several military trucks were parked in the warehouse's loading and unloading area, seemingly waiting for something.

As time passed, Lu Yang's heart became heavier.

Where is the opportunity?

Just then, the sound of a rapid motorcycle engine came from far away.

A motorcycle with a sidecar broke through the night and sped towards the warehouse. Its headlights pierced the darkness, appearing particularly abrupt.

In the car was a Japanese Navy messenger, wearing goggles and carrying a square communication bag. He seemed to be delivering an urgent order.

The motorcycle was stopped by a sentry about fifty meters away from the first cordon.

The messenger seemed a little anxious, and was talking loudly to the sentry, pointing in the direction of the city and then at the warehouse.

Lu Yang's eyes lit up instantly.

The opportunity is coming!

Like a stalking cheetah, he moved silently along the edge of the ruins, winding his way toward where the motorcycle was parked.

He needed to intercept the messenger before he entered the security area, and it had to be quick and silent.

The messenger seemed to have reached some kind of consensus with the sentry. The sentry waved his hand to signal him to wait and turned to report to his superiors.

It's now!

Lu Yang suddenly jumped out from the shadows, as fast as a ghost!

The messenger had just taken off his goggles and had no time to react when he felt an irresistible force on the back of his neck. His vision went black and he lost consciousness.

Lu Yang quickly supported his limp body and dragged him into the depths of the ruins nearby.

The whole process was clean and neat, without making any unnecessary noise. The sentry in the distance seemed unaware and was still waiting for instructions from his superiors.

Lu Yang quickly stripped off the messenger's navy uniform, hat, goggles, and even the muddy boots.

The uniform carried the messenger's body temperature and sweat, as well as a faint smell of motor oil.

He endured the severe pain from the wound on his left shoulder and put on his uniform with difficulty.

The clothes didn't fit him well, especially the shoulder area. The wound was rubbed by the fabric, causing so much pain that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He gritted his teeth and slung the messenger's communication bag over his shoulder, using it to cleverly hide the blood that might seep from his left shoulder and the wrinkles on his clothes that didn't fit him well.

He quickly flipped through the documents in his briefcase.

Most of them were reports about urban unrest and orders for transfers, but among them was a special pass issued by a major from the Marine Corps Command, allowing the holder to enter the warehouse area west of Jing'an Temple for "urgent military business."

enough.

He hid the messenger's body in a more secluded corner, covered it with miscellaneous items, then took a deep breath, put on his goggles, lowered the brim of his hat, tried his best to imitate the messenger's walking posture, and walked towards the sidecar motorcycle.

He must take over this identity before the Sentinel returns.

"Hey! What's so slow?" The sentry came back impatiently. Seeing the "messenger" approaching, he frowned and complained, "They want to check your ID and orders!"

Lu Yang's heart tightened, but his face remained expressionless. He simply pulled out the special pass and a seemingly insignificant order document from his briefcase and handed them over. At the same time, he said in a hoarse, anxious voice, "The situation is urgent! A large-scale riot has occurred in District 7, and we urgently need material support from the warehouse! Where is Colonel Matsumoto? I need to report to him immediately!"

He deliberately raised his voice and directly mentioned Matsumoto's name.

The sentry was stunned for a moment, as if stunned by his sudden momentum and the act of directly calling out Matsumoto.

He took the ID and documents suspiciously and checked them carefully in the dim light beside him.

Lu Yang's heart was beating like a drum and his palms were slightly sweaty, but he forced himself to stand straight, looking straight ahead, looking anxiously waiting.

Every second feels like a century.

"The documents are fine..." the sentry muttered, then looked at the order document again. "Supply support? I haven't received such an order..."

"This is an urgent secret order that has just been issued!" Lu Yang's tone became more serious, with an unquestionable firmness. "Do you want to delay the military mission? If the Seventh District is lost, can you bear the responsibility?!"

He took a step forward, his hat brim pulled low, revealing only a pair of eyes that looked particularly sharp behind his goggles.

The sentry was frightened by his imposing aura and took a step back, somewhat hesitant.

Just then, the phone in the nearby booth rang.

Another sentry answered the phone, said a few words, and then shouted to the sentry checking the ID: "It's His Excellency the Major calling. He has confirmed that there is an urgent order. Tell him to go in and report to Colonel Matsumoto immediately!"

The sentry who checked the ID quickly returned the ID and documents to Lu Yang as if he had been pardoned. He stood at attention and saluted: "Come in! Colonel Matsumoto should be in the control room!"

Lu Yang breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the messenger had verified his identity in some way, or the order he wanted to convey was indeed very urgent, so much so that his superiors called him directly to urge him to do so.

He didn't say anything, just nodded, took the documents and got on the motorcycle.

The engine roared again, and he skillfully controlled the motorcycle and drove through the first cordon.

Once you enter the security zone, the internal defenses become even tighter.

Patrolling soldiers and fixed firing points can be seen everywhere.

The huge steel shell of the warehouse shone with a cold luster under the searchlight, like a dormant steel behemoth.

The air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant and chemicals.

Lu Yang rode his motorcycle, trying to remain calm, and followed the sentry's instructions, heading towards the main building of the warehouse.

He needs to find the main control room, find Matsumoto, and more importantly, find those "seeds"!

As he approached the warehouse door, two more guards stopped him.

"Password!"

Lu Yang was startled, he didn't know the password!

He slammed on the brakes, feigning extreme anxiety. Before the other party could ask again, he spoke first, "Emergency military information! The situation in District 7 is critical! I have orders to report to Colonel Matsumoto immediately! Take me to the control room! Quick!"

As he spoke, he held up the special pass.

The two guards looked at each other, saw the pass, and heard that the person was looking for Colonel Matsumoto. One of them nodded and said, "Follow me."

Lu Yang pushed the motorcycle, followed the guard, and walked into a small door on the side of the warehouse.

An even stronger chemical smell hit me in the face, mixed with the humming sound of running machines.

The interior of the warehouse is brightly lit, but the structure is complex, with pipes and metal corridors everywhere.

Researchers in white coats and soldiers in military uniforms were walking in a hurry, and the atmosphere was tense and depressing.

Lu Yang's eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, trying to find any valuable clues.

He saw some huge metal tanks that looked like reactors, connected to complex pipelines and with indicator lights flashing constantly.

He also saw some carts covered with white cloth, with vague outlines of human figures visible underneath.

This place is not just a warehouse, it is more like a huge, terrifying laboratory!

The guard led him through many twists and turns until he arrived at a metal door marked "Central Control Room".

Two stern-looking guards stood at the door. They were better equipped and had eyes like hawks.

"Messenger, urgent military information requesting to see Colonel Matsumoto." The guard leading the way stepped forward to report.

The guards at the door didn't say anything, but one of them pressed the communicator on the door: "Colonel Matsumoto, the headquarters urgently needs to see you."

Matsumoto's cold voice came from the communicator: "Let him in."

The metal door slid open silently.

Lu Yang took a deep breath, pushed the motorcycle and walked in.

The main control room is large, filled with various dashboards and screens with flashing indicator lights.

Shio Matsumoto was standing with his back to the door in front of a huge glass wall, looking at an even larger space behind the glass wall.

Lu Yang followed his gaze and his pupils suddenly contracted!

Behind the glass wall is a huge room that looks like a cold storage.

In the center of the room, twelve silver-white metal boxes were neatly arranged, exactly the same as what he had heard from Ye Wanru's description and what he had seen outside the window of Changlong Trading Company!

The strange spiral mark on the box gleamed ominously under the light.

Several people wearing protective suits and gas masks were carefully operating instruments, apparently conducting a final inspection of the boxes.

"Seeds"! These are the "seeds"!

"Tell me, what's the urgent military information?" Matsumoto slowly turned around and his eyes fell on Lu Yang with scrutiny and a hint of imperceptible inquiry.

Lu Yang's heart was in his throat.

He could feel Matsumoto's gaze like an X-ray, trying to peel him out of this ill-fitting military uniform.

He had to say something, and it had to be weighty enough and "urgent" enough to temporarily divert Matsumoto's attention and buy himself some time.

He forced himself to remain calm, stood at attention and saluted, then reported in as standard Japanese as possible: "Report to Colonel Matsumoto! District Seven... District Seven has suffered a massive counterattack by the Chinese army, and the defense line is in jeopardy! Commander-in-Chief, requesting the warehouse to immediately allocate... allocate 'Swift No. 1' for support! Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous!"

"Swift" No. 1 was a code name he had seen in the pile of command documents just now. It seemed to be some new type of weapon or material.

He could only take a gamble, betting that the code name was important enough and "urgent" enough.

Matsumoto frowned slightly, stared at Lu Yang, and was silent for a few seconds.

To Lu Yang, those few seconds seemed as long as a century.

The only sound in the control room was the humming of instruments, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was suffocating.

Suddenly, Matsumoto's mouth showed that playful smile again.

"Swift One? Haha..." He chuckled and shook his head, "It seems that the order you received is not the latest one."

He took two steps forward, approaching Lu Yang, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

"Just before you came in, I received the latest instructions from the headquarters."

"The crisis in District 7 is nothing more than a feint to divert attention."

"The real 'prey' has already fallen into the net."

Matsumoto looked over Lu Yang's shoulder and at the metal door behind him.

"And you..." Matsumoto's voice suddenly turned cold, "Lu Yangjun, your clothes don't seem to fit you well at the shoulders."

"Swift One? Haha..." Matsumoto sneered, breaking the deathly silence in the control room. "It seems the orders you received aren't the latest."

"Just before you came in, I received the latest instructions from headquarters." Matsumoto stepped closer, his eyes sharp as a knife. "The crisis in District 7 is just a feint. The real 'prey' has already fallen into the net."

Matsumoto looked over Lu Yang's shoulder and at the metal door behind him.

"And you..." Matsumoto's voice suddenly turned cold, "Lu Yangjun, your clothes don't seem to fit you well at the shoulders."

Lu Yang's heart sank instantly. He knew his disguise had been exposed.

"Since I've been discovered, I won't pretend anymore." Lu Yang pulled off his military cap and threw it on the ground, revealing a resolute face with an unyielding fire burning in his eyes.

"I originally wanted to get more information, but it seems I don't have the chance anymore." Lu Yang moved his wrists, making crackling sounds.

Matsumoto laughed heartily, as if he had just heard some ridiculous joke. "Lu Yangjun, do you think you still have a chance? This is the core secret area of ​​the empire. You can't escape!"

As Matsumoto laughed, the door of the main control room was instantly blocked, and several fully armed Japanese soldiers rushed in with guns, pointing the black muzzles at Lu Yang.

"Catch him! No matter if he's dead or alive!" Matsumoto gave the order.

Lu Yang did not surrender. He knew that once he fell into the hands of the Japanese army, endless torture and death would be waiting for him.

He wants to fight his way out, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, he must make the secret of the "seed" known to the world!

Lu Yang suddenly picked up a nearby chair and threw it at the two soldiers in the front. Taking advantage of their time to dodge, he rushed to the control console and quickly operated the densely packed buttons with his hands.

"What is he doing?!" Matsumoto's face changed and he shouted harshly.

Lu Yang ignored him. His goal was to open the glass wall leading to the cold storage. He wanted to destroy those "seeds", even at the cost of his life!

"Stop him!" Matsumoto roared.

Several soldiers immediately turned their guns and shot at Lu Yang.

Lu Yang dodged the bullets flexibly and increased the speed of his operations.

With a "click", a red light appeared on the glass wall, and then the heavy metal door slowly opened.

It worked!

Lu Yang jumped and rushed into the cold storage.

The icy cold air hit me in the face, as if I was instantly in an ice cellar.

Those silver-white metal boxes were right in front of me, exuding the breath of death.

"We must not let him destroy those 'seeds'!" Matsumoto roared in frustration.