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

Chapter 550 A Seemingly Ordinary Little Thing

Does Ye Shaohong really not trust Kuramoto Masao?

No.

He was just being habitual, and once again used verbal techniques to test Kuramoto Masao.

The results of it?

Upon hearing Ye Shaohong's words, Kuramoto Masao's face immediately froze, and fear and terror appeared on his cheeks.

"No...I didn't!"

"You have to believe me, I have surrendered and told you everything I know."

"I really didn't lie to you."

Kuramoto Masao vehemently denied it, but the change in his expression couldn't be hidden.

He couldn't hide it from Ye Shaohong, who had been keeping a close eye on him.

Upon noticing Kuramoto Masao's brief moment of hesitation and fear, Ye Shaohong's expression immediately darkened.

"Fuck your mother."

"You dare to actually lie to me...?"

A cold, muffled groan rang out, and Ye Shaohong raised his hammer and brought it down hard on Kuramoto Masao's arm.

Kuramoto Masao was in so much pain that his eyes rolled back and he almost fainted.

"No...don't hit me."

"I'll tell you... I'll tell you everything, okay?"

"Actually, I really didn't lie to you. I just remembered something, a small thing that I'm not sure about..."

Ye Shaohong's capriciousness, cruelty, and tyranny were like a demonic mark, deeply etched into Kuramoto Masao's mind. He was now truly afraid.

He felt a deep-seated fear when facing Ye Shaohong.

If he had a choice, he would rather die right now than face this bloodthirsty and insane demon again.

"A minor matter that can't be determined?"

"Is it related to the gray wolf?"

Ye Shaohong's perception was so sharp that even though Kuramoto Masao had only just begun and hadn't said anything yet, Ye Shaohong vaguely sensed the truth.

"Correct!"

"It's related to gray wolves..."

Kuramoto Masao nodded hastily, fearing that if he hesitated even a moment longer, he would suffer Ye Shaohong's bloody retaliation.

"Hey, interesting."

"Looks like you're not entirely worthless after all. Tell me, what came to mind?" Ye Shaohong glanced at Kuramoto Masao with slight surprise, then took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and left.

They adopted a waiting posture.

"Here's what happened..."

"About eight or nine months ago, it was still winter, and Nanjing had a rare light snowfall. That day, I worked overtime at the headquarters. After taking the commander home, I returned home. On the way, I happened to pass by my secret contact point. I don't know if it was a coincidence or an accident, but when I passed the Sifang Casino, I saw my contact escorting someone out of the casino. They both saw me and looked a little surprised..."

As Kuramoto Masao recalled his past experiences, he slowly recounted the uncertain little incident he was referring to.

Gradually, Ye Shaohong heard some useful information.

According to Masao Kuramoto, when he passed by the Four Directions Casino that night, his secret contact and the customer both cast suspicious glances at him.

The look in his eyes held doubt, confusion, and a hint of expectation.

It was as if they were wondering why he was here.

Such a gaze might not seem like a problem under normal circumstances, but they are intelligence agents.

I tend to overthink even the smallest, most trivial matters.

At that time, Kuramoto Masao had a very strange feeling that his secret contact, the guest who was escorted out that day, must know him.

They might even know his hidden identity.

But he didn't know this person.

What does this tell us? It tells us that this person's status and position are higher than his.

He was very likely still a member of their Gray Wolf intelligence team. The reason they were staring at him with such complicated expressions was simple: they were wondering why Kuramoto Masao would come here so late.

Are you here to deliver intelligence?

Kuramoto Masao then walked away directly without going up to talk to the secret contact.

He used this to respond to the secret contact, who had just happened to be passing by.

But Kuramoto Masao kept this small matter in mind.

A dozen days later, Kuramoto Masao obtained new intelligence at the river defense command. When he delivered the intelligence to the Four Directions Casino, he met with his secret contact.

During this time, Kuramoto Masao voiced his doubts, wanting to find out the identity of the mysterious visitor.

But his secret contact interrupted his question without hesitation.

They also solemnly warned him not to ask about things he shouldn't know, lest he violate the internal regulations of their Special Higher Police.

And so, Kuramoto Masao gradually kept this seemingly insignificant little thing in his heart, and then gradually forgot about it.

If Ye Shaohong hadn't acted on his suspicious nature and asked again today, Kuramoto Masao himself might not have remembered.

"A mysterious visitor?"

"Do you remember what he looked like?"

Ye Shaohong did not doubt Kuramoto Masao's words. Just as Kuramoto Masao said, these intelligence workers, due to the nature of their special work, were cautious and suspicious, which had gradually become part of their very being.

It has become an indelible mark on them.

That is precisely why they are able to discover many things that ordinary people cannot.

And because of their sensitivity, these things often coincide with the truth.

Ye Shaohong also had this experience.

As far as he knew, many people within the Secret Service had similar experiences, where ordinary little things in daily life often led them to flashes of extraordinary inspiration.

This must be what later generations often refer to as the sixth sense.

There's a saying within the intelligence system: evidence isn't always reliable, but human intuition can sometimes be very reliable.

That's it now.

"Looks like?"

"I don't remember very clearly, after all, it happened more than eight or nine months ago, and it was snowing lightly that day. The man had a scarf wrapped around his face. At that time, I only saw his eyes!"

"His eyes were very special, very sharp, which is why they left a special impression on me."

Kuramoto Masao frowned, pondered for a moment, and finally shook his head sadly.

"You really don't remember?"

"Then think again, besides having a pair of sharp eyes, does that person have any other distinguishing features?"

"For example, height, build, special markings, items worn on the body..."

Ye Shaohong was also eager to learn this crucial information, so, unusually, he did not attack Kuramoto Masao again. Instead, he used words to guide him little by little to recall his past memories...