Spy war in the Republic of China, peak undercover

Lu Yang called the woman over directly.

"How many times a month do you meet with the priest from the Red Light Church?"

The woman was stunned by the question.

She answered hesitantly, "One, two, three, four times?"

"How many times?" Lu Yang shouted angrily.

"This?" The woman dodged in embarrassment.

Lu Yang already had the answer in his mind, but he continued to ask her angrily, "Is he Japanese?"

"Yes?"

"How do you know he's Japanese?"

"He He……"

Lu Yang raised his hand and slapped her in the face.

By this time, Lu Yang already had about 70% of the answer in his mind.

This woman must have often visited the priest and had an affair with him.

The priest used this money to keep her hanging.

He didn't give her much at one time, so the woman had no choice but to serve him often.

The key issue now is not what their relationship is, but what role that man plays in this intelligence system?

Will Lu Yang be able to obtain more information from him in the future?

"Ah!" The woman was hurt by the blow. She covered her face and finally spoke clearly.

"He didn't wear any pants, and only had a piece of white cloth wrapped around that area."

This further confirmed Lu Yang's inference.

"Tell me how to get to the Red Light Church?"

"Go out here, turn left and go two blocks and you'll see it."

Lu Yang left the bookstore with the radio. He planned to meet the priest.

Since he is Japanese, he must be a spy and must be familiar with Matsumoto and others.

Lu Yang opened the car door and threw the box in the back seat.

Hopped into the cab and started the rotten-ass car.

There was still a hint of rain and fog in the early morning.

Lu Yang drove to the church.

After getting off the car, I looked up and saw a typical French church building.

The church is flanked by towers several stories high.

The French are really romantic, thinking they can go to heaven this way.

Today is not Sunday, and there is almost no one in the church.

Lu Yang saw an older man sweeping the floor and wiping the windowsill.

There are two rows of benches in the church, and in the middle opposite is a pulpit more than one meter high.

On the left side, near the window, is a small dark room used for confession.

"Uncle, is the priest here?"

The old man seemed to be unable to hear clearly, so Lu Yang had no choice but to lower his head and repeat it to him at close range.

"Oh, you mean Father Wu? He's in the cemetery behind the church."

"Oh?" Lu Yang said goodbye to the old man and walked through the church to the backyard.

Father Wu?

As soon as I walked through the back door of the church, I saw a lush green vegetable garden in the backyard. Near the corner of the wall on one side, there were several tombs with crosses on them.

A man wearing only a white short coat was digging a hole with a shovel.

From a distance, Lu Yang saw that he was not tall, but very strong. His bare arms were muscular and his blood vessels were clearly visible.

This made Lu Yang a little alert. Judging from his appearance, he must be a warrior and should have considerable fighting ability.

The man also knew someone was coming, so he stuck the shovel into the ground and turned around.

However, the moment he turned around, Lu Yang saw him standing there like a stone sculpture, with his mouth wide open and his eyes staring.

What's with that expression? Was he struck by lightning in broad daylight?

Lu Yang subconsciously touched his face.

I thought I was special, so why did this person act like this when he saw me?

"A handsome man?"

The man was so excited that he actually shouted in Japanese.

Lu Yang could still understand, knowing that he was calling someone's name was "Yingnan"

At first, Lu Yang thought that he was deliberately confusing him and distracting him, and might be about to attack him.

So he subconsciously reached for his lower back, intending to draw out his dagger.

Then he looked around to see if anyone in ambush was coming up.

However, when the man staggered closer, Lu Yang was also a little surprised.

This man looks to be in his 40s and has some gray hair on his temples.

The reddish-brown skin looked like iron that had been hammered in the sun.

It gives people the feeling of being a fisherman in Hokkaido, Japan.

Lu Yang saw that his face was full of tears, his eyes were obsessed, and his hands were spread wide open, rushing over to hug Lu Yang.

Lu Yang subconsciously took a few steps back and shouted loudly.

"Calm down, I'm not Ying Nan."

"What?" The man suddenly stood still, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Yingnan, my son, I have finally waited for this day. Why don't you recognize your father yet?"

This time he used Chinese.

Lu Yang slowly took out the dagger from his waist.

He guessed that this person must have recognized the wrong person, and it was very likely that he and his son looked very similar.

"Father, I'm not Yingnan. Do you recognize this?" As he said this, he took out the wooden plaque with a dragon face from his arms.

"Matsumoto-kun?" The man looked at the wooden sign in surprise.

"Is Matsumoto-kun gone?"

Lu Yang saw that the code matched, and they should be on the same line.

As expected, I know Matsumoto.

"Yes, unfortunately, Mr. Matsumoto has passed away." Lu Yang nodded to him, confirming the information, and at the same time took back the wooden sign and put it in his pocket.

The man didn't seem to care whether Matsumoto lived or died, and didn't look surprised at all.

"Then who are you? How come you have Matsumoto's keepsake?"

Lu Yang then took a step closer to him and said, "Let's get to know each other. My name is Lu Yang, and I'm Mr. Matsumoto's student."

"Lu Yang? You're not Japanese?"

Lu Yang ignored him. This old man was very cunning and became wary when he knew that Lu Yang was not Japanese.

Lu Yang looked at the fresh grave behind him and really wanted to kill him with a knife to fill the hole.

Seeing that Lu Yang ignored him, the old Japanese man sighed in annoyance.

"Hey...my Yingnan looks just like you. He's as tall as you. His mother is from China and is also tall..."

"Hey...old...guy" Lu Yang was a little annoyed.

I know he is rambling and I don't know what conspiracy he is trying to plot.

"Oh? You even know about the old guy? That's what Yingnan called me."

! !

This is really mean. The son scolds his father, but he is still happy.

"Tell me, what's your name? I want to know you."

The man turned and walked into the church.

Just saying this by the way.

"Kuanda Musashi."

Lu Yang heard it clearly and suddenly remembered something.

"Genda Musashi? Isn't this a ronin from the Itto-ryu school?"

Lu Yang quickly turned around and chased after him.

"Hey, are you from the Itto-ryu school?"

This Genda Musashi is exactly the master mentioned in the fake information that Matsumoto made for Lu Yang in Japan.

I didn’t expect this person really existed?

After hearing this, Genda Musashi turned around quickly.

He transformed his palm into a knife and slashed towards Lu Yang.

"Who are you? How do you know Itto-ryu?"

Lu Yang subconsciously jumped back on the spot.

"Ah? Such handsome movements? This is your Chinese martial arts. Who are you?"

"I am your ancestor!"

Lu Yang didn't pretend either, and kicked Xuantian Musashi in the face with a side kick.

Genda Musashi stretched out his hand to block, and there was only a crisp "click" sound.

"Ah!" Genda Musashi covered his arm and rolled out.

"Such a strong leg technique!"

"Hard ass, these are just leather shoes I'm wearing."