Spy war in the Republic of China, peak undercover

At Zhabei Port, as night falls, faint lights flicker in the darkness, adding a touch of eeriness and mystery to this cold checkpoint.

There were two groups of people standing on both sides of the port, less than ten meters apart.

On one side were soldiers in khaki uniforms, and on the other side were concession police in black uniforms.

This is all thanks to Lu Yang working overtime for them.

During the day, dozens of Qing Gang disciples died in Wusong in one breath.

The whole of Shanghai was in a state of tension.

The Security Command temporarily strengthened checkpoints at various ports to prevent excessive fighting.

The police were on high alert to prevent members of the Green Gang from entering the concession and causing trouble.

There was almost no one passing through the checkpoint at this time, and a beam of light came from afar in the darkness.

The direction is to enter the concession.

First, it was inspected by the soldiers.

The car window was opened, and Lu Yang, wearing a wrinkle-free Zhongshan suit, had a serious face, like a stone sculpture washed by rain.

Clear and cold.

"Report to the commander, everyone who passes through the checkpoint must state their purpose of departure." After looking at Lu Yang's investigation certificate, the soldier handed it to him with both hands.

"Go over there and sleep with a foreign woman." Lu Yang said slowly while sitting in the car.

"This?" The person in the video clearly was a child who was still immature and didn't seem to understand.

At this time, an old soldier with wrinkles on his face walked over with a cigarette in his mouth.

Seeing Lu Yang sitting in the car seriously, he quickly straightened his military cap.

"Yan Ya Zi? What's going on? Someone wants to come over while I'm taking a piss?"

"Report to the squad leader, he said... he said..."

The skinny squad leader who came over loosened his hand holding up his belt, raised his hand and gave the boy a big slap on the back of his neck.

"You usually speak fluently, why are you stuttering like me? Go away."

After saying that, he turned and looked at Lu Yao in the car.

This glance sent a chill down his spine. In the dark night, Lu Yang looked like the Black and White Impermanence floating down from the underworld.

"Ahem," the guy cleared his throat.

"Brother, why are you going to the concession? The higher-ups have told us you need a legitimate reason to be allowed in."

Lu Yang continued in a calm and leisurely tone, "I just told that little brother that I'm going to the concession to sleep with a foreign woman."

"Fuck!"

This time the squad leader's eyes widened.

He looked carefully at the car Lu Yang was driving and found that the rear of the car was smashed to pieces.

So he bared his yellow teeth and pulled the gun out from his waist.

"Brothers, grab your weapons!"

The soldiers standing on both sides immediately took up their spears from their shoulders.

"get off."

A dozen soldiers pointed their guns at Lu Yang's car tremblingly.

Lu Yang didn't get out of the car, but continued to speak calmly, "You're a veteran, so why are you so surprised if your car got hit by gunfire? Let me show you my ID again. I'm from the Party Affairs Investigation Office."

As he said this, he threw his ID to the squad leader through the car window.

"Put your guns down." After reading the ID, the squad leader handed it to Lu Yang.

"Sir, I heard you had a hard time at Wusongkou this morning."

"It's all for the party and the country. It must be very tiring for you to be guarding here in the middle of the night." Lu Yang raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a forced smile, and took his ID with his left hand at the same time.

The right hand hidden in the car secretly moved the submachine gun down two inches.

"Thank you for the compliment, sir. Rest in peace, sir."

Lu Yang smiled and nodded, started the car, and drove towards the patrol checkpoint ten meters away.

"Squad leader, this guy was so badly shot in the back of the car, how could you let him go?"

"Pa!" The old squad leader gave Shan Yazi another big neck slap.

"What does a little brat know? He risked his life to win this battle this morning, and you're stopping him because of this?

I won't shoot you to death, so learn to be smarter next time."

"Oh. Just say it. Why do you keep hitting me on the back of the head? The more you hit me, the more angry I get."

In comparison, these patrol stations are more formal.

They all work for a living, and being a patrolman in the concession is quite stressful.

"This job is hard to come by and the pay is quite high, so everyone seems to be taking it seriously."

As usual, Lu Yang was stopped and had to go through another screening.

Those who came out to stand guard were all locals.

So communication is barrier-free.

Knowing how to treat people is the key skill of this thing.

If you pull a rickshaw and want to get through the checkpoint today, there is no way.

I'll kick you back if you go up to me.

By the time of Lu Yang, it had become like this.

"Sir, what are you doing in the concession?"

"I've had enough to drink, so I went to the concession to find some foreign women to have some fun with."

The policeman was stunned. He didn't expect this guy to be so arrogant. He guessed that he must be some powerful person, and he felt a little scared.

"Sir, it's like this. You can just go along with it normally, but today there's something unexpected. Something's happened over there..."

Before he could finish, Lu Yang interrupted him.

"

I'm from the Investigation Department, on a business trip to the concession." He handed over his blueprint.

"Oh, so you are my brother. Please come in." The man quickly returned the ID to Lu Yang, turned around and waved to let him pass.

These days, only those with flexible and tactful minds can survive.

This group openly worked as patrolmen for foreigners, but they also found some back-up plans for themselves. Some of them resold intelligence, and some joined government departments.

If one day these foreigners can no longer be relied upon, I will still be able to make a living.

Therefore, this concession only imposed restrictions on ordinary people, while dignitaries could still enter and leave freely.

Lu Yang just drove out of the checkpoint, but stopped again.

He leaned out of the cab and called to the patrolman behind him: "Brother, how do I get to Hanhai Bookstore?"

The policeman came running over.

"It's at 11 Zhenyeli, Minguo Road, Xiaobeimen. There's an intersection next to it, so it's easy to find."

"Thanks, brother."

Lu Yanghe waved his hand and continued driving.

The policeman stood there, looking at Lu Yang's rotten car.

"Oh, my dear, you'd better just stay quiet and be your own little patrolman in the concession."

A damp cobblestone road, a quiet intersection, no pedestrians in sight, not even cars or rickshaws.

Are you serious about opening a store and doing business at this location?

Hanhai Bookstore has closed.

There was a loose glass door with white curtains drawn inside.

Lu Yang stood in front of the door like a ghost, without making any sound.

He carefully observed the room and listened to the sounds inside.

I don’t know whether what old Matsumoto left for me was a trap or a real stronghold.

"Knock, knock, knock!" Lu Yang knocked on the door three times slowly.

There was actually a hint of echo in the silent street.

I got goosebumps when I heard it.

"Pa pa pa" After waiting for a few seconds, no one responded.

Lu Yang continued to knock on the door.

At this moment, a ray of light suddenly appeared in the dark room.

It was as if a lantern was lit and someone walked to the door holding it.