Espionage: Mastering the Ten Cruelest Tortures of the Military Intelligence Bureau from the Start

At the home of Chen Lin, the president of Dalian Commercial Bank, there are more than ten large boxes.

Upon closer inspection, the box was crammed full of Chinese currency, the sheer thickness and sheer quantity of which were truly astonishing.

However, all of these legal tender notes turned out to be counterfeit.

Chen Lin was a high-ranking informant successfully recruited by the last Japanese spy subversion group in Chang'an.

The conditions for turning him to defect were actually very simple: all he needed was a Japanese citizenship and a ship ticket.

It's that shameful thing that Watanabe Kazuya "voluntarily" gave up.

At that time, the shadow of war heavily loomed over the land, and the Japanese, in their quest to turn the tide and seize victory in this unjust war, had reached a point of madness where they would stop at nothing.

Japan is just a small island nation with a weak and scarce national strength, and most of its limited resources are devoted to the navy.

The army, on the other hand, consisted of miserable "idiots".

There's a joke that goes like this: the navy changes its warships, and the army gets new clothes.

Even in the later stages of the war, when the army soldiers were starving, the navy officers were still being fed lavishly.

The Japanese army has suddenly produced a "genius of ideas".

They secretly plotted to manufacture counterfeit currency without the navy's knowledge.

Subsequently, massive amounts of counterfeit currency were produced and continuously injected into the land of China.

These counterfeit currencies circulated extensively in the market, disrupting the economic order and impacting China's already fragile economic system.

They then used these worthless counterfeit coins to obtain valuables such as gold and silver.

They attempted to pocket these real money to support the ever-growing, bottomless military expenditures.

Such a treacherous scheme is a wishful thinking of "killing two birds with one stone," and its intent is despicable and its actions are terrifying.

As for international public opinion?

They're shameless anyway, so it doesn't matter.

Besides, if anyone's going to criticize, it should be the entire Japanese military; after all, the navy gets blamed too.

In short, it's worth it.

Chen Lin was clearly one of the key figures in carrying out this plan in Shaanxi Province.

Because the current system is not perfect, he took advantage of his position to deposit a large amount of counterfeit money into Dalian Commercial Bank.

It's not that no one noticed anything amiss after all this time.

However, those who realized it had already died "reasonably".

Chen Lin commutes to and from get off work by bus every day, and today is the day he exchanges his legal tender once a month.

As dawn broke, the tightly closed door to Chen Lin's house quietly opened, and he looked hurried and clearly quite nervous.

He then carried out four heavy boxes, each filled with counterfeit money that was indistinguishable from the real thing; each box weighed a full forty pounds.

He gripped the bottom of the boxes tightly with both hands and, with great effort, managed to lift the four boxes one by one into the trunk of the car.

This kind of physical labor was really difficult for him, a frail scholar.

After settling the box in place, he quickly climbed into the car, inserted the key, started the engine, and stepped on the gas. The car roared away, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Yan Yun saw all of this.

Yan Yun has been silently monitoring Chen Lin for a full week.

Long days and nights of staking out, tedious tracking and surveillance, all for this moment.

Now, a groundbreaking new discovery has finally been made.

In fact, Yan Yun had considered taking a risk, such as breaking into Chen Lin's house and searching it while Chen Lin was away.

But as soon as the thought arose, he rationally suppressed it.

If Chen Lin really has a problem, then his family would definitely make preparations.

For example, the ground might be finely sprinkled with incense ash, and if an outsider steps in, messy footprints will be left on the smooth ash surface.

Even worse, some people would stuff a single hair, as fine as a spider's web, into an extremely hidden place like a door crack. Once someone opens the door and touches it, the hair will fall out.

Moreover, even if you search someone's home, you might not find anything; instead, you might expose yourself.

Moreover, the Military Intelligence Investigation Department does not need substantial evidence to arrest someone of Chen Lin's status.

He's just the president of a major commercial bank, not some high-ranking official.

Another issue is that if Chen Lin has problems, blindly arresting him could lead to his superiors discovering the truth, exposing him, and allowing him to escape. Yan Yun cannot afford to gamble on this.

There was no rush, so Yan Yun decided to continue monitoring.

If there are no new developments after a while, it's not too late to take action.

Before dawn, there were only a few pedestrians on the street, giving it a somewhat desolate and quiet feel. Chen Lin's car had already come to a steady stop in the backyard of the Dashang Bank.

He slowly took out the key from his pocket, inserted it into the old lock of the bank door, and with a "click," the door slowly opened.

He then quickly returned to the backyard and opened the trunk with both hands.

He used all his strength, carrying box after box, with great difficulty through the back door into the bank.

For months, through his hands, batches of counterfeit money quietly spread through the streets and alleys of Chang'an.

Today, many ordinary people and merchants are unknowingly using these counterfeit bills, and the economic order is quietly being distorted.

After finishing everything, Chen Lin dusted off his clothes, pretended to be calm, and strolled back to his office. As soon as he sat down, he picked up the teacup that had been prepared on the table.

He took a small sip, the aroma of tea spreading between his lips and teeth, and his thoughts drifted away with it.

Thinking of his mediocre and clueless subordinates in the bank, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned down slightly, his eyes full of disdain.

They think they're already high-class Japanese pigs, and that these people are unworthy to work with them?

As this thought arose, a strange sense of superiority suddenly welled up in his heart, making him even more immersed in his fantasy.

In his heart, he had already sketched out a beautiful picture of a comfortable life in Kyoto a few years later, which was the life he longed for.

In order to seamlessly integrate into the bustling atmosphere of Kyoto, he has been diligently studying the tea ceremony.

"AUV, President Chen, you're here so early today?"

A sudden greeting interrupted Chen Lin's reverie. Looking up, he saw a bald, middle-aged man enter the office with a broad smile.

This person is the vice president of this bank.

Hearing this sarcastic tone, Chen Lin quickly composed himself and gave a cold snort.

He was originally slated to be the bank manager, and the appointment notice had been delivered to Vice President Zhang. But suddenly, an uncontrollable force made this damned person the bank manager.

From then on, he and Chen Lin were at odds.

Chen Lin originally wanted to get rid of this troublesome guy, but too many people around him had died.

Moreover, the Military Intelligence Investigation Department has been too active lately, so he was safe until the bald man discovered the clues about counterfeiting.

Unsurprisingly, the Japanese refused his request to assassinate the bald man.

Chen Lin glanced at him as if he were looking at a dead man.

Whether or not Chen Lin discovers any clues is not up to him; he'll just let you live a few more days.