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

Chen Lin walked to the side of the street and hailed a rickshaw.

After settling down, he leaned back comfortably against the chair.

He casually draped his arms over the rickshaw's handrails, slightly raised his chin, and lowered his eyelids.

His demeanor was exactly like that of a pampered old man.

He is now in high spirits, having gained the attention of Yamamoto and eliminated his rival.

Beside him, the operative responsible for keeping watch lowered his voice and instructed his companion:

"You go and follow him. I'll stay here and keep an eye on things, and wait for Corey's men."

This matter absolutely cannot go wrong. Send a message immediately if Chen Lin makes any move.

The team member nodded upon hearing this, then quickly walked to the side of the street and hailed a rickshaw.

Once the driver called out and started moving, he sat steadily in the carriage, deliberately keeping a distance of more than a hundred meters from Chen Lin's carriage, following at a moderate distance.

In fact, the moment Chen Lin stepped into the restaurant, they quickly contacted Corey to call for backup.

Meanwhile, the remaining team members outside the restaurant were still keeping a close eye on the entrance, waiting for the man in the black top hat to appear.

Inside the restaurant, Takeshi Yamamoto calmly sipped his tea.

In order to create the illusion that he had no connection with Chen Lin, he deliberately lingered in the room for another fifteen minutes.

After the minute hand slowly spun around several times, he slowly stood up, dusted off the corner of his clothes, and walked out of the store at a leisurely pace. He even deliberately glanced a few times in the opposite direction from where Chen Lin had left, pretending to be casual.

Little did they know that from the moment they stepped into the restaurant, their every move had been watched by the operatives lurking in the shadows.

Moreover, it was precisely during these deliberately delayed fifteen minutes that the support from the Operations Section arrived in time.

Xu Feng led his action team and quickly set up a tight cordon around the South City Restaurant.

At every intersection and on every street, there were action team members disguised as pedestrians.

They were dressed in ordinary clothes, carrying old cloth bags or holding a few old newspapers, strolling casually down the street, but their eyes were always fixed on the restaurant entrance.

As soon as Takeshi Yamamoto stepped out of the restaurant, he was spotted by a large number of eyes.

He raised his hand, hailed a rickshaw, straddled it with his short legs, and gave the driver directions that were completely opposite to Chen Lin's, urging him to leave quickly.

Takeshi Yamamoto casually tossed a silver dollar to the ground.

This costs almost as much as chartering a car.

The driver grinned, thinking to himself that he had met a wealthy customer today, and that he could go out for a bowl of taro soup after work tonight to satisfy his craving.

Upon receiving the instruction, the driver gave a shout, and the rickshaw began to run along the stone-paved road.

Xu Feng's men were all on standby. Without Su Mingzhe's explicit instructions, he dared not act rashly and could only continue to follow.

The team members used an alternating tracking method. The person in front pretended to be a passerby, and when Yamamoto Takeshi's car was a little further away, the group behind would quietly take over and follow.

This greatly improves concealment and prevents exposure caused by tracking by a single person.

Yamamoto Takeshi possesses extremely strong counter-surveillance capabilities, far superior to Chen Lin's flawed approach.

The rickshaw he was riding in twisted and turned through the streets and alleys before turning into a narrow, dark alley.

Without pausing for a moment, they plunged into a dead end from one end of the alley.

The rickshaw screeched to a halt, and Takeshi Yamamoto sat inside, listening intently to the sounds outside.

If someone is indeed following you, five minutes is enough to shake them off.

After all, it's obviously suspicious for a strong and healthy young man to stand in front of a dead end for five minutes.

If they had actually done that, the Japanese spies would have immediately discovered that some of the more headstrong individuals would have simply bitten through their collars and ingested the potassium cyanide inside.

These are lessons learned through blood and tears.

Five minutes later, after confirming that nothing was amiss, he patted the driver on the shoulder, signaling him to drive off in the opposite direction.

In short, money talks. Although he didn't understand it, he showed respect.

After all, it's normal for wealthy people to have a few peculiar little quirks.

After a bumpy ride, the rickshaw finally came to a steady stop in front of a house.

The driver quickly put down the handlebars, his shout clear and loud:

"Grandpa, we've arrived!"

With a cold expression, Takeshi Yamamoto lifted his finely crafted robe, took a short stride, and slowly stepped out of the cramped space of the rickshaw.

"Sir, please take care!"

The rickshaw driver, with a fawning smile on his face, shouted at Yamamoto Takeshi, then gripped the handlebars tightly, leaned forward, and hurried away, pulling the rickshaw along the way they had come.

In no time, the figure disappeared completely around the corner of the street.

Yamamoto Takeshi stood in front of the house for a moment, and after confirming that there was no one else around, he turned around and nimbly turned into a deep and narrow alley next to the house.

The alley was dark and damp, filled with a faint smell of moss.

His footsteps were light and slow, without making a sound.

He reached into his pocket and quickly pulled out a bunch of keys.

While his hands continued moving, his eyes inadvertently glanced quickly at the only entrance to the alley.

After repeatedly confirming that no one was following him, he stepped forward, inserted the key steadily into the lock, and gently turned it. With a creak, he pushed open the old door and slipped into the house.

Fortunately, this careful examination did not make him notice anything unusual.

The target's hiding place has been located, and we are just waiting for the section chief's order.

Xu Feng walked to a public telephone on the street, quickly dialed Su Mingzhe's office number, and held the receiver to his ear.

In the office, Su Mingzhe sat behind his desk. His hand, which had been leisurely flipping through documents, suddenly stopped. His expression turned serious, his brows furrowed, and he fell into deep thought.

After listening to the report, he thought to himself that the situation of the target in front of him was exactly the same as what Manager Sun had previously revealed, and it seemed that the situation was becoming clearer.

Regardless of whether Chen Lin actually colluded with the Japanese, his current suspicious behavior alone is enough to warrant his immediate arrest.

Moreover, it is highly suspicious that an ordinary person could possess such powerful counter-surveillance capabilities, almost like a professional agent, and it is extremely likely that he is a Japanese spy.

Su Mingzhe raised his eyes, looked at Yan Yun who stood ramrod straight beside him, and said in a deep voice:

"Yan Yun, you will lead a small team of operatives to capture Chen Lin."

Remember, tonight at midnight, you and Team Leader Xu must act simultaneously, without fail.

Upon hearing this, Yan Yun was taken aback at first, but then realized that the section chief was intentionally giving him a chance.

With a sharp "snap," he gave Su Mingzhe a proper salute and said loudly:

"Yes, Section Chief! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

Then he turned around deftly and strode out of the office.