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

Chapter 489 Suspicious Clues

Inside the pavilion.

Upon hearing the apology from the field operative, Ye Shaohong's expression immediately turned cold.

"Still haven't found anything?"

"What are you guys doing? It's been two days since the task was assigned."

"Two days have passed, and you haven't even gathered any detailed information about the people around the suspect. Is this how you slack off at headquarters?"

There was no cursing or harsh reprimand.

But even this seemingly casual question, the moment it rang out, startled the field operative standing outside the pavilion so much that he almost fell to the ground. His body trembled, and he lowered his usually proud head in shame.

Fear and terror had permeated his entire being.

"Sir... Commander."

"Give me another chance. I promise you, I will find out everything by tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow morning?"

Ye Shaohong shook his head, his expression still as cold and ruthless as ice.

"No, I can only give you five hours at most."

"It's 2:47 PM now. I need to see a detailed intelligence summary before 9 PM tonight."

"If you can't collect the information, then go to the military court and beg for forgiveness yourself." Ye Shaohong waved his hand and didn't look at the field operative standing outside the pavilion again.

Even such a cold response, when it reached the ears of the field operative, still gave him a sense of joy at having escaped from a desperate situation.

no way.

Who can blame them when their direct superior is Ye Shaohong?

It's Ye Yanluo, the infamous villain within the Special Service Department.

In the underground prison of the headquarters, the corpses of those Japanese spies, traitors, and collaborators who had been skinned alive were a testament to his infamous reputation.

On the city gate tower of Jiangcheng, the corpses of hundreds of Japanese spies, traitors, and collaborators were hanging high, a scroll drawn by Ye Shaohong and Ye Yanluo.

Yesterday morning, during roll call, the corpses of two companions who were late because they had been drinking all night served as a lesson for them.

To these field agents who had been temporarily reassigned, Ye Shaohong was now nothing more than the Blood Hand Butcher.

They dared not disobey in the slightest.

Fortunately.

This time, Ye Shaohong didn't push things too far, leaving him a chance to make amends.

Even if it was only five hours, it was enough for him to be extremely grateful.

"Yes."

"Please rest assured, sir, I will definitely deliver the summarized information to you before 9 p.m. tonight."

After saying that, the field operative standing outside the pavilion dared not linger any longer. He raised his hand to give Ye Shaohong a military salute and then turned and ran out.

They quickly disappeared into the depths of the lush forest.

“These people at headquarters have been enjoying their comfortable lives for too long.” “They haven’t seen the cruelty and bloodshed of the Shanghai-Nanjing battlefield.”

"They are still indulging in beautiful fantasies."

"But this prosperous Nanjing will also be completely destroyed by war in a few months. The lives of 300,000 compatriots are a hatred that can never be forgotten."

With a soft sigh, Ye Shaohong lost his appetite for tea. He got up, gathered the documents piled on the stone table, put them into a file folder, and then walked outside.

As Ye Shaohong passed a patch of lush grass, he stopped.

"I need to go back to headquarters to take care of some things. You can continue to observe and wait here."

"If you discover anything unusual, call me immediately."

Two field agents, who had been lying in wait in the lush grass, immediately stood up upon hearing Ye Shaohong's words.

"Yes." Ye Shaohong nodded and followed the winding path, quickly returning to the bustling city streets.

He walked a short distance and found the car parked there.

After driving for more than twenty minutes, Ye Shaohong returned to Villa No. 1 of Honggongci, where they were holding a major meeting for their operation to capture Japanese spies.

In the main conference room, six or seven internal intelligence analysts were busily compiling information relayed from various locations.

The information included files, photos, and details about the families of each suspect.

Every now and then, people would rush into the room and place newly acquired intelligence information on the table, in front of the intelligence analysts.

What followed was a new round of intense work.

"How's it going?"

"Any new discoveries?" Ye Shaohong asked loudly as he walked into the conference room.

"Section Chief, here is a document that looks very suspicious."

An intelligence analyst picked up a folded envelope from the table in front of him, quickly ran to Ye Shaohong, and handed it to him.

"Let me see."

Ye Shaohong took the envelope from the intelligence analyst, opened it, and carefully read the contents of the letter.

At first glance, it seemed to him like an ordinary love letter.

It was a letter from a woman named Wang He to Yang Zhi, the liaison officer of the river defense command. The letter was full of tenderness and affection, and contained the trepidation and persistence of a young girl in love.

But that's only on the surface.

After a quick glance, Ye Shaohong's gaze returned to the line of text marked in red ink by the intelligence analyst next to the letter.

"If you are willing, my lord, three days from now, by the Clear Water River, I wish to pick lotus flowers with you, and cross the river by boat at sunset..."

"You specifically highlighted this sentence because you think it's intelligence about their private meeting? What were the subsequent investigation results?"

"What happened between Yang Zhi and this woman named Wang He?"

As Ye Shaohong walked forward, he asked the question.

"That's what's strange."

"That day, Yang Zhi did go to the Qingshui River, but he only glanced at it from afar before turning away."

"That very night, Wang He died tragically in her home."

"In the end, it was Yang Zhi who went over and collected the body of the woman named Wang He. It was a very obvious murder case, but Yang Zhi showed no signs of pursuing or investigating it."

"This is clearly not normal."

The intelligence analyst spoke his mind.

"Yes, that's definitely not normal."

Ye Shaohong nodded, then shook the love letters in his hand again, and stopped walking.

"Judging from Yang Zhi's behavior of going to the Qingshui River, he and the woman named Wang He should know each other, or at least be friends."

"He was still one of his suitors."

"If he could collect Wang He's body, why didn't he investigate the truth? Was it to avoid trouble, or was there another reason?"

"What's even stranger is that the two agreed to meet, the man went to the meeting place, but the woman didn't show up. That night, the woman was found dead in her home. This seems a bit like..."