Espionage: I became sworn brothers with Zheng Yaoxian at the beginning, and became the Seventh Broth

Chapter Twenty-Eight: A raid on the house revealed another windfall in the slush fund!

No. 53, Chicken and Goose Lane, the office building of the Special Service Operations Section.

With the sound of hurried footsteps, the tightly closed door was suddenly pushed open, and a group of officers stepped out, led by Song Xiaoan.

Downstairs in the office building, the field staff of the Action Section Group 1 were already ready.

With the order given, more than a hundred armed field personnel began to move out in an orderly manner.

Those getting on the bus, got on the bus; those walking their dogs, walked their dogs.

Although the group of about a hundred people appeared disorganized at first glance, closer observation revealed a clear plan. It was evident that the intelligence agency had detailed training manuals for such operations.

This made Ye Shaohong look at him with new respect.

After another flurry of activity, all preparations were completed, and with the roar of the engines, the vehicles slowly began to drive out of the Action Science Institute compound.

Ye Shaohong was still thinking, they all have their own teams and staff, what should he do?

We can't exactly run upstairs and ask Zheng Yaoxian for a solution, can we?

However, this worry did not last long. Just as Ye Shaohong was frowning and thinking, a spirited young man in his early twenties with short hair ran towards him.

"Captain, we're ready."

"Leave now?"

Without a doubt, this was Zheng Yaoxian's arrangement in advance; he had clearly prepared everything for Ye Shaohong long ago. "Let's set off now."

"By the way, you and I will ride in the same car. On the way, you can give me a brief introduction to the rules and regulations of the Special Service's arrest operations."

As he spoke, Ye Shaohong strode toward the last remaining convertible truck in the courtyard, and the short-haired youth obediently followed.

After boarding the bus and setting off, the short-haired young man first gave a brief introduction of himself.

Ye Shaohong then realized that most of the field agents of the Special Service Department were not spies who had undergone rigorous training.

Instead, they were drawn from various local military units.

To put it simply, they were the lowest-level expendable personnel of the Secret Service.

Whenever a dangerous mission is assigned, they must be at the forefront, and their casualty rate is the highest in the entire Secret Service.

Even for jobs like these, you have to spend money and pull strings to win them over.

There was nothing they could do; the Secret Service had such a prestigious reputation.

If someone in your family works in the secret service, even if they're just a low-level clerk, it's a source of pride, and most importantly, you won't be bullied anymore.

Occasionally, they can also receive some extra income as a reward.

In their view, this was already an extremely good job in the current era.

As Ye Shaohong listened to his story and reflected on his own experiences, he gained a deeper understanding of the plight of ordinary people in this era.

There was also some pity and sympathy.

They chatted all the way, and soon their convoy arrived at the door of a villa.

While the field personnel were busy setting up guard posts and defending the checkpoints, Ye Shaohong looked up at the villa. Upon seeing it, he smiled.

Although he was not entirely satisfied with some of Xu Baichuan's actions, Xu Baichuan was indeed a shrewd and capable person, and it was very comfortable to be around him.

Take this mission for example.

He heard from Zheng Yaoxian about Ye Shaohong spending money to save himself, and he kept it in mind.

Therefore, in this arrest operation, Xu Baichuan arranged a fat sheep for Ye Shaohong.

Let him take this opportunity to make it up to him.

Don't let me down!

As he finished muttering to himself, the playful look on Ye Shaohong's face vanished instantly. He raised his hand and waved, and the field agents of the Action Section, who were already prepared and on high alert, immediately began knocking on the courtyard gate.

The servants inside the villa, unaware of the details, were given a few simple questions, which Ye Shaohong quickly brushed off. Once the gates were wide open, a dozen or so field agents armed with pistols stormed into the villa like wolves. If anyone tried to stop them, they were ruthless; one would kick them, then press a pistol to their forehead, silencing them instantly.

They all seemed like quails that had been frightened out of their wits, obediently squatting on the ground.

A few minutes later, the man and woman who owned the villa were also found and taken away.

When this man was first brought down, he was still cursing and shouting, claiming that his brother-in-law was the regimental commander of a certain division and that his friend was also an important official of the Nationalist government.

They threatened Ye Shaohong that if he didn't want to die, he should release him immediately.

Otherwise, Ye Shaohong would regret it for the rest of his life.

Ye Shaohong ignored these threats completely. He simply stepped forward and slapped the villa's male owner across the face. The vicious slap stunned the man.

Blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.

When he looked at Ye Shaohong again, a hint of fear finally appeared in his eyes.

"Call!"

"Keep yelling!"

"I don't care who your brother-in-law is. Once you fall into the hands of our secret service, you're as good as dead!"

"No one can save you."

Even after uttering his hateful curses, Ye Shaohong was still not satisfied. Facing these cowardly traitors, he felt an uncontrollable rage.

So he slapped her twice more.

Finally, he kicked the villa's male owner hard in the chest, causing him to vomit blood and knock out two of his back teeth.

"Secret Service?"

Having figured out Ye Shaohong and his group's identities, the villa's male owner was truly terrified.

Despite his wealth and power, he often uses his brother-in-law's name to bully men and women and oppress the innocent.

But those are just ordinary people.

Faced with the notorious secret service, no matter how rich he was or how high his brother-in-law's position was, he dared not utter a single word.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, the villa's male owner immediately burst into tears.

"Sir!"

"Sir, I've been wronged! Please do justice for me!" "I have money, I have lots and lots of money. I'm willing to give it all to you as a tribute, just please spare my life!"

While I wouldn't dare say that every traitor and lackey is a coward, I'd say they are pretty much. Just like the person in front of me, he was already pale with fright and tears streaming down his face just from hearing the name of the Special Service Department, without even asking what had happened.

"Grass!"

"Are you innocent?"

"If we didn't have solid evidence, would we have stormed into your door to arrest you?"

"You bastard, think about what you've done. For a little money and profit, you dared to secretly collude with the Japanese and pass on information about the defenses of Nanjing to them."

"This time you can't escape, and even your wife, children, and elderly parents will probably be implicated!"

There's no need to be polite to someone like that. If you can give him a brief introduction, that's only because he's incredibly wealthy.

Otherwise, Ye Shaohong really wouldn't bother with him.

As for the money he mentioned, it's no longer his.

It belongs to Ye Shaohong.

These are also the field team members who participated in the operation today.

After they have divided up enough profits, the remaining antiques, paintings, real estate, and shares—the bulk of the profits—will still need to be handed over.

Feed those bigwigs one by one.

Only what remains will end up in the Special Service Department's actual accounts and become confiscated stolen goods.

"Be damn gentle with your movements."

"Don't damage those porcelain pieces or paintings; these things all need to be handed over. As for the gold bars, silver dollars, pounds, and US dollars in the room, take them all out as well."

"This ill-gotten wealth is all the brothers' hard-earned money. No one can keep it for themselves. If I find out, I'll fucking kill you all!"

"Hey! Now my little piggy bank is finally bulging again!"