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

Just as the agents opened fire into the river, Zhou Hongyi had already slipped into the kitchen of a back alley. He had thrown a stone into the river when the enemy was out of sight, and then he had taken the opportunity to rip off his beard, replace it with a small mustache, remove his glasses, take off his trench coat, and swagger out.

Hu Junhe, the head of the Second Division of No. 76, not only suffered a failed operation today, but also heavy losses. Of the sixteen men he brought out, seven were killed and three were wounded by a single enemy. Most importantly, they didn't even get a clear look at the enemy's appearance; they only knew that he wore a trench coat, a top hat, had a full beard, wore glasses, and had thrown his walking stick aside—a fairly ordinary silver-inlaid cane, nothing special.

But the only thing that truly alarmed Hu Junhe was the opponent's marksmanship. Putting aside marksmanship for the moment, he had seen sharpshooters who never missed a shot during target practice, but it should be noted that their battlegrounds were the kitchen and alleyways, and almost all of them were mobile warfare.

The other party's gun-holding posture was very strange and extremely fast. Usually, before they even had time to raise their guns and aim, the other party would use an odd posture to pull the trigger from their waist or crotch immediately, and the frequency of pulling the trigger was very high. The speed of reloading was almost instantaneous. Such actions were something he had never heard of or seen before.

"No, we must inform the director of this discovery. The other party must be a high-ranking spy within the Red Party. We must uncover his true identity; that would be a great achievement!"

Hu Junhe stopped dwelling on it and immediately ordered his men to remove the body and clean up the scene. He then returned to the coffee shop, wanting to ask the manager there for a detailed question.

However, before he returned to the coffee shop, he saw smoke rising from the second floor. His heart tightened, and he blurted out, "Oh no, we've been tricked!"

When Hu Junhe rushed up to the second floor of the coffee shop, he found that the papers and documents in an iron bucket had been completely burned to ashes. Enraged, he threw his hat on the ground.

“Everyone in this coffee shop is a suspect. Men! I need all the information about the coffee shop owner. Issue a citywide arrest warrant. This place is indeed the underground liaison point of the Red Party.”

While Hu Junhe and his men were engaged in a fierce battle with Zhou Hongyi in the alley, "Bodhi" had already safely evacuated along the escape route on the rooftop with important intelligence.

Walking briskly down the street, Zhou Hongyi glanced at his watch; it was already nine in the morning. He had to get home as soon as possible so his sister wouldn't find him not in bed.

Zhou Hongyi, who had simultaneously activated [Eye of Insight] and [Gunfire Mode], not only experienced dizziness, headache, and chest tightness, but his vision also became somewhat blurred, and he saw double images of pedestrians on the street.

He forced himself to stay upright, hailed a rickshaw, sat down, and gave the address of the villa, which was one block away from the garden villa.

The rickshaw driver ran as fast as he could, while Zhou Hongyi leaned against his back and fell into a deep sleep.

"Sir, sir? We've arrived. Wake up."

At the rickshaw driver's call, Zhou Hongyi finally woke up. He paid double the fare again and staggered off the rickshaw.

He couldn't let the rickshaw take him to the villa again, as that would alert the "sheepdog." Instead, he needed to throw the pre-prepared jerky out from the wrought iron fence behind the villa, climb back up to the second floor when no one was looking, and slip through the window.

Meanwhile, Zhou Hongyi's older sister, Zhou Pan'er, had already gotten up and finished eating breakfast. She glanced at her brother's room upstairs, thought for a moment, and said, "Wang Ma, don't disturb the second young master. Take out his clothes and wash them. Judging from his travel-worn appearance, he definitely didn't have time to take care of himself. Remember not to wake him up."

"Okay, ma'am."

Wang Ma agreed and went straight up the stairs to the second floor, approaching Zhou Hongyi's bedroom step by step.

She reached out and twisted the bolt, only to find it was locked from the inside. Not paying much attention, she took out a bunch of keys from her waist, selected one, and gently inserted it to open the door.

Just as Wang Ma tiptoed into the room, she didn't notice that the sheets on Zhou Hongyi's bed had just fluttered down, even stirring up a gentle breeze.

"Oh dear, the second young master is sleeping with the window open."

Wang Ma muttered to herself, tiptoed to the window, closed it before Zhou Hongyi had closed it, and then turned to go find his dirty clothes.

"Um... Aunt Wang, what brings you in? What are you looking for?"

At this moment, Zhou Hongyi suddenly turned over, rubbed his eyes, and asked.

Wang Ma was startled, and then said apologetically, "I'm sorry for disturbing the second young master. Madam asked me to take the second young master's dirty clothes down to wash, and she specifically told me not to disturb you. Look at the mess this has made. It's my fault for disturbing the second young master's rest."

Zhou Hongyi yawned and asked, "Wang Ma, what time is it?"

"It's past nine o'clock, Second Young Master."

"Is it past nine o'clock? You've probably slept enough and should report to the police station. Here's the thing, could you go downstairs and heat up some food for me? I'll take my dirty clothes down with me. Thanks."

"Yes, Second Young Master, I'll go prepare breakfast for you right away."

As Wang Ma spoke, she started walking out. But when she reached the door, Zhou Hongyi added, "Also, Wang Ma, from now on, without my permission, even when cleaning or doing laundry, don't enter my bedroom. You know I'm a police officer now, and there are a lot of work-related matters. If anything is leaked, you'll be the first person I think of, understand?"

Aunt Wang shuddered, her face plastered with a smile, "Yes...it was my oversight, Second Young Master, it will never happen again, never again."

Of course, Wang Ma knew Zhou Hongyi's identity and who the villa lady's husband was—he was a major spy chief and a notorious traitor.

Although the wife treats the servants well, as Zhou Hongyi just said, if I enter her room without permission and lose something, she has a gun. She might shoot me. Where can I go to seek justice then? I was careless. I was careless in handling this matter today.

Wang Ma hurriedly left the room, carefully closing the door behind her. Zhou Hongyi then rolled off the bed. Looking at him again, he was still wearing his trench coat and leather shoes; if someone else saw him, he would be exposed.

"That was close! It was a close call, and that was so exciting!"

Zhou Hongyi patted his chest, tidied up the spare trench coat and the hat he had just tossed under the bed, locked them back in the metal box, then changed into his black police uniform, washed up, and went downstairs.

"Zhongliang, did Wang Ma wake you up? It's all my fault. Why are you in such a hurry to wash clothes so early? I should have let you rest a little longer."

When the older sister saw her younger brother get up, she felt very guilty, since he had been busy until that time last night before coming home.

Zhou Hongyi smiled and walked behind his sister, placing his hand on her shoulder and gently massaging it. He said, "That's about enough. Do you want me to sleep until noon? I'm already awake, and I'm hungry. It's time to eat something and then report to the police station."

After giving his sister a coquettish massage for a while, Zhou Hongyi sat down at the dining table, only to hear Wang Ma, who had brought out breakfast, muttering to herself, "That's strange. Why are all the dogs in the yard crowding in the corner to eat? Who's feeding them?"

Zhou Hongyi stuck out his tongue inwardly and changed the subject, saying, "Aunt Wang, the fish porridge tastes pretty good today."

When Wang Ma heard the host's praise, she quickly put on a big smile, exchanged a few polite words, and put aside the strange behavior of the sheepdogs in the yard.

While eating breakfast, Zhou Hongyi chatted with his sister about everyday things and gossip. After finishing, he tidied his clothes and then went out to work at the police station.

Today he rode a bicycle from the yard to the police station, enjoying the gentle breeze along the way.

When Zhou Hongyi walked into the police station, it was already 10:30 a.m., and the atmosphere inside seemed a bit strange.

"Have you heard? The head of the Second Division of Operations No. 76 just came to see the bureau chief in person and issued an order for assistance in the investigation. Their arrest operation on Suzhou Road this morning failed. More than ten people were killed and three were injured by one person, but they couldn't even touch the hem of the other person's clothes. It's terrifying."

"That's incredible! Is he an underground member of the Communist Party? How did he do that? By firing a machine gun?"

"What machine gun? I just eavesdropped outside the door. There was only one person with a pistol, but his marksmanship and movements were amazing. He scared the heads of the 76th Special Agent Unit so much that they didn't dare to show their faces. If they did, they would be shot. He might be a high-ranking spy within the Communist Party. I heard that Director Ding of the 76th Special Agent Unit was in an uproar and ordered people to draw up an arrest warrant and distribute it throughout the city immediately."

Zhou Hongyi stuck out his tongue in his mind. This was referring to him. However, his brother-in-law was quite quick to act, already having produced an arrest warrant. He was curious to see what his own arrest warrant would look like.