Espionage: You're tasked with spying, but you'll blow up the Special Higher Police?

Zhou Pan'er, who had always hoped her younger brother would find a partner, get married, and have children, had her longing for a happy family gently touched upon after hearing Manyu's words. She changed her previous aggressive attitude, left Manyu in the ward, and took her small bag, a slight smile playing on her lips.

She walked out of the ward with a light step, closing the door behind her with a gentle and natural movement. At that moment, Zhou Pan'er began to imagine the beautiful scene of the Zhou family surrounded by children and grandchildren, as if she could see a group of lovely children laughing and playing in the courtyard.

Seeing that Zhou Pan'er had left, Manyu sat on the bench with a faint smile on her face and said, "Young Master Zhou, your sister is really beautiful and has such a great presence. She must come from a wealthy family."

Zhou Hongyi shook off his earlier dejection and sat up from the bed, saying, "Miss Manyu, you've really saved me. If you hadn't come, my sister could have sat here all night. I told her my injury wasn't serious, but she insisted on keeping me in the hospital. I hate the smell of disinfectant in hospitals. Please check if she's gone far enough."

Manyu opened the door and peeked out. The corridor was empty; Zhou Pan'er had indeed left. She turned and gave Zhou Hongyi a reassuring look, and the latter immediately jumped out of bed and started putting on his shoes.

"Hey? What are you doing, Young Master Zhou? You were just shot and need to rest and recover." Manyu hurriedly advised him upon seeing this.

Zhou Hongyi waved his hand and said, "I know my own injury. It didn't break any bones or tendons, and the wound has been stitched up and treated. It's fine. As long as I don't put any strain on this arm, it'll be alright. Don't worry, I'll come back regularly to change the dressing. There's really no need for me to stay here. Thank you, Miss Manyu."

Manyu wanted to take this opportunity to spend some time alone with Zhou Hongyi, but to her surprise, this young master Zhou disregarded his injuries, put on his shoes and clothes, and slipped away so casually, leaving her alone in the ward.

As Manyu watched Zhou Hongyi's departing figure, she felt a mix of emotions, including worry about his injuries and a sense of loss at being neglected.

Zhou Hongyi put on his coat, went out, hailed a rickshaw, and headed straight for his new property.

After taking over the Western antique shop, Zhou Hongyi renamed it "onepiece," a name that also satisfied some of his perverse tastes.

When he arrived at his shop, he saw Ah Gui packing up his things, preparing to close. "Bodhi" sat inside, as quiet as a statue.

"Boss, the customer inside says he's your friend, and he won't leave even when I try to close the door."

When Ah Gui saw Zhou Hongyi, he hurriedly went to greet him, looking at the "Bodhi" inside with a wary expression.

“It’s alright, he is indeed my friend. I asked him to come here and wait for me. Okay, Ah Gui, you go back first. We need to talk about something. I’ll lock the door in a bit.” Zhou Hongyi patted Ah Gui on the shoulder and said.

"Okay, boss."

After telling Ah Gui to finish his work first, Zhou Hongyi went into the shop, locked the door from the inside, and then spread his hands and said, "How is it? This shop I took over is pretty good, right? From now on, this will be our new contact point. You can also trust my brother completely. He was carefully selected by me, and he is also a victim of the Qingdong Massacre."

Bodhi, using the pseudonym Ruoshui, removed his hat, his gaze falling on Zhou Hongyi's left arm, and asked, "I just left, and you've already caused such a big mess. How are you? Are you badly injured?"

"It's alright, just a minor injury. But because of this small injury, I gained the trust of the procurement specialist from the Japanese military's finance department, so it was worth it. By the way, have you decided what to do with 'Fireworks'?"

After receiving and relaying Zhou Hongyi's message, "Bodhi" successfully helped the guerrillas evade enemy encirclement. Not only that, they also launched a successful counter-encirclement campaign, in which the guerrillas killed and wounded dozens of Japanese soldiers and puppet troops, greatly deterring the enemy.

This time, Zhou Hongyi revealed the exact identity of the internal traitor. After some investigation, they were certain that "Fireworks" had indeed betrayed them. Because this person knew a lot of the organization's internal intelligence, they had no choice but to replace all the underground personnel and contact points in Shanghai to ensure that no more comrades would be arrested.

This was like a sudden storm, disrupting the original plan and plunging the Communist Party's underground work in Shanghai into a huge crisis.

Each of these two events had a significant impact on the underground work of the Communist Party in Shanghai. This confirms that this "Four-Faced Buddha" comrade was absolutely in the right in terms of his political stance; however, even "Bodhi's" superior had never heard of his code name and identity.

After some investigation, the organization concluded that this "Four-Faced Buddha" comrade was very likely under the direct command of the highest-ranking person in charge of intelligence work in the Red Party, which is why his identity was so well hidden.

At present, due to the betrayal of "Fireworks", the identities of the underground members of the Red Party hidden in Shanghai are in danger of being exposed, and it is inconvenient for them to show their faces. Therefore, some important tasks can only fall on Zhou Hongyi.

"Comrade Four-Faced Buddha, your intelligence is very timely, and I have already reported it to my superiors. Currently, all underground personnel and contact points in Shanghai need to be replaced. During this period, our intelligence sources will also be affected, and our work will almost come to a standstill. Your contact point is like sending charcoal in snowy weather! I am here today to ask for your help. The traitor 'Fireworks' must be punished, and you are the only one I can think of for the purpose of punishing him."

Bodhi's eyes held trust and expectation, but also a hint of helplessness, given the dire situation.

Zhou Hongyi's expression turned cold as the tragic scenes at the Guanyin Temple resurfaced in his mind. He seemed to see Xiao Bei's eyes filled with hatred and despair, and A Gui's heartbroken expression; they were all indirect victims of this incident. And then there were the homeless, even those whose families had been torn apart—their eyes pierced Zhou Hongyi's heart like sharp blades. Traitors must die; this was his unwavering conviction at that moment.

"Don't worry, even if you don't say it, this person is already on my kill list. I, 'Four-Faced Buddha,' will kill him at midnight, and I will never let him live until dawn...! But I need his detailed information and identity."

Zhou Hongyi's voice was deep and firm, as if it were squeezed out from between his teeth.

“Alright, I can tell you this person’s identity now, but he is currently under the close control, or rather, protection, of 76 and the Special Higher Police. It won’t be easy to take action against him. We need to have a sound plan and strategy.” Bodhi said with a frown.

That evening, Zhou Hongyi and "Bodhi" talked late into the night in the shop, developing several plans, each carefully considered and taking into account various possible scenarios from different perspectives. As for which plan to use, Zhou Hongyi would first gather information before making a final decision.

After discussing the "fireworks" incident, Zhou Hongyi told "Bodhi" about the other safe houses he had his eye on, as well as Hasegawa's purpose in coming to Shanghai.

Hasegawa's arrival was like a dark cloud hanging over Shanghai. The hundreds of boxes of penicillin and weapons and ammunition he brought would have an extremely negative impact on the situation if the Japanese army successfully seized them.

The two immediately decided that Zhou Hongyi would approach Hasegawa, find out the exact transportation route and time, and then go back to contact the guerrillas to find an opportunity to rob him.

That was hundreds of boxes of penicillin and weapons and ammunition—supplies that were a godsend for the guerrillas. This exchange of supplies also dealt a blow to the arrogance of the Japanese.

However, Zhou Hongyi still needed to devise a foolproof plan for how to do this. At this moment, the image of the bearded assassin from the Military Intelligence Bureau came to mind again, and he pondered how he could use the Military Intelligence Bureau and the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics to make them take the blame.