Spy War: My Cheat Code is a Rat

Lu Chen nodded. Distributing grain was not only about winning people's hearts, but also about letting the common people know that in the Chinese-controlled area, besides the Japanese, there was also a group of military police.

In the future, if anything happens, they will think of coming to the military police first.

"What about Zhang Rongshan?"

Liu Jie lowered his voice: "I had people patrol the neighborhood a few times. They've added a lot more manpower to his house these past two days; there are armed men standing at the door. I heard that anti-Japanese elements sneaked in a couple of days ago, which terrified him, and he's too scared to go out now."

Lu Chen smiled, "That's right."

Zhang Rongshan, relying on the support of the Japanese, was used to acting arrogantly and domineeringly.

Even the most ruthless person is afraid of the indiscriminate killing by the anti-Japanese elements. Putting everything else aside, it scared Zhang Rongshan out of his wits.

When one's courage falters, one panics, and panic makes one prone to making mistakes.

"Keep an eye on it," Lu Chen said. "Tell me immediately if anything happens."

Liu Jie responded, nodded, and went out.

Lu Chen lay down on the chair, closed his eyes and rested for a while. His mind was a mess. One moment it was Sato Yosho's flushed face, the next it was the words "Nanjing" on the newspaper, and then his sister Xiulian's nagging instructions.

Nanjing……

Lu Chen opened his eyes and stared at the roof beam.

I wonder if Rat One has found any relevant clues yet. If he has, he should bring them back soon.

Once he got his hands on it, Lu Chen would have to find a way to send it out, to deliver this substantial evidence of the Japanese army to the foreign journalist.

After figuring out his plans, Lu Chen stood up, ready to have Liu Jie take him home.

As Lu Chen entered the French Concession, he glanced inside the small pharmacy as he passed it. The man there was weighing medicine for an elderly Chinese man in front of the shop.

Lu Chen only glanced at it and did nothing else.

Back home, Shen Ruoqiu sat on the sofa. Lu Chen glanced at her, then looked at the dining table, where the prepared food was laid out.

"You're back?"

When Lu Chen returned, Shen Ruoqiu stood up. When she saw the gauze on his shoulder, a hint of heartache flashed in her eyes, but she quickly recovered.

She knew that Lu Chen had been shot, and she also knew that Lu Chen had taken the bullet for the Japanese.

This made her feel very bad, so after several days of internal struggle, she decided not to stay with Lu Chen anymore, and she also wanted to sever all ties with Lu Chen. She could not accept that the father of her future child was a traitor.

"He's really loyal."

Shen Ruoqiu curled her lips into a mocking smile.

"What?"

Lu Chen raised an eyebrow. He really hadn't heard Shen Ruoqiu's words clearly. Just as he was about to move closer to hear them more clearly, Shen Ruoqiu took a step back and spoke coldly.

"Chief, I'm moving out today."

"Didn't you say you had nowhere to go? Why are you suddenly moving away?"

Lu Chen was surprised; he didn't believe Shen Ruoqiu would move away.

After all, Lu Chen was very clear about her purpose in coming to his side; she simply wanted to get some information about the Japanese from him.

Is it because I haven't received any news for so long that I can't wait any longer and want to leave?

"My husband said I should come and live with him."

As Shen Ruoqiu spoke, without waiting for Lu Chen's reply, she turned around and went back into the house to pack her things.

Watching her retreating figure, Lu Chen neither refused nor accepted. He silently walked to the dining table, filled a bowl with rice, and began to eat.

As for Shen Ruoqiu leaving?

Who cares? It has nothing to do with Lu Chen.

After Lu Chen finished eating, Shen Ruoqiu had already packed up. She was carrying a suitcase and stood at the door, neither looking at Lu Chen nor moving, just staring at the dark alley outside the door.

"Really leaving?"

Lu Chen put down his bowl, raised an eyebrow, and lit a cigarette. Shen Ruoqiu remained silent.

Lu Chen took a drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled a sentence.

"Is your husband reliable?"

Upon hearing Lu Chen's words, Shen Ruoqiu turned her head to look at him, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"More reliable than some people."

Lu Chen laughed, assuming it was because she was pregnant and her emotions were unstable. As for why she said she was unreliable, Lu Chen didn't think about it in detail.

Even though they had been living together for some time, they were still practically strangers.

"Okay, let's go. It's chilly at night, wear more layers."

After saying that, Lu Chen turned around and closed the door, leaving Shen Ruoqiu standing alone outside.

Shen Ruoqiu was stunned for a moment, probably not expecting Lu Chen to be so agreeable. She stood at the door for a few seconds with her suitcase in hand, but finally stepped out of the door, her footsteps gradually fading into the distance.

Lu Chen leaned back in his chair, finished his cigarette, and then Rat Er jumped down from the roof beam and squatted on the table, watching him.

"What are you looking at?" Lu Chen flicked it. "Go, follow her and see where she goes."

Mouse Two squeaked and darted out the door.

Lu Chen lay down for a while, then got up and cleaned the dining table.

He didn't care that Shen Ruoqiu left, but he needed to find out her identity. He still didn't know which organization she and that man belonged to.

He had to find out the truth about this, after all, he was now a traitor.

The next morning, Liu Jie arrived. Lu Chen got into the car, closed the door, and spoke.

"Xiao Jie, take me to the Japanese Concession."

Liu Jie nodded, started the car, and drove Lu Chen to the Japanese concession.

After dealing with Sato Yosho, Lu Chen planned to go directly to see that man; he needed to find out which organization they belonged to.

Upon arriving in the Japanese concession, Lu Chen first sought out Matsumoto Kiyoko.

"Team leader, I've noticed someone deliberately getting close to the person you asked me to keep an eye on."

As he spoke, Lu Chen took out the photo, which showed Sato Yosho reaching out to pat the man's shoulder with a smile on his face.

He handed the photo directly to Matsumoto Kiyoko, intending to make her begin to suspect Sato Yosho, so that he could prepare for his subsequent plans.

Kiyoko Matsumoto took the photo, staring intently at Yosho Sato in it. After a long silence, she finally looked at Lu Chen and spoke.

"I ordered you to monitor this person, yet you allowed Sato-kun to contact him?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Chen nodded and replied.

"Yes, Section Chief Sato has very close contact with this person; they basically meet every two days."

"Team leader, do you think it's possible that...?"

Lu Chen left it at that, without explaining, but Matsumoto Kiyoko already understood that Lu Chen meant whether Sato Yosho might have betrayed them.

After all, close contact with the person being monitored is far too sensitive.

"Team leader, where is Section Chief Sato's office? Should I go take a look and see if I can find any clues?"

Lu Chen glanced at Matsumoto Kiyoko, then slowly spoke.

This was the story he had prepared long ago. As long as he knew Sato Yosho's office, he would definitely be able to find the outbound records of that batch of logistics supplies. Once he got the records, no matter what Sato Yosho said, he would be unable to shake off the suspicion of betrayal.

Kiyoko Matsumoto didn't reply, but just stared at the photo for a long time.

The room was so quiet that you could hear the wind rustling through the dry leaves outside the window. Lu Chen stood there, not urging him, just waiting.

He knew Matsumoto Kiyoko's temperament; if she wanted to talk, she would, and if she didn't, asking wouldn't help.

Sure enough, after a while, Kiyoko Matsumoto put the photo on the table and looked up at him.

"Second floor, the innermost room on the east side."

"Okay," Lu Chen nodded, "then I'll go."

Just as she was about to leave, Kiyoko Matsumoto suddenly spoke.

"Lu Sang".

Lu Chen turned around, his face showing a puzzled expression.

Kiyoko Matsumoto stood up and walked up to him, so close that Lu Chen could smell her faint fragrance.

Kiyoko Matsumoto stared into his eyes for a few seconds, then suddenly took a step back.

"Go."

Lu Chen let out a breath, nodded, and went out the door.

He was furious. Matsumoto Kiyoko's expression clearly showed that she still doubted him.

I've already taken the bullet for her, and she's still doubting me?

Lu Chen was furious. He regretted not shielding her and letting her be shot to death instead.

The corridor was empty. He lifted his foot and walked towards the stairs.

The second floor was even quieter than the first floor. There was no one in the corridor. The innermost room on the east side had its door closed, and there were no signs on the door.

Lu Chen walked over and tried to push it, but it wouldn't budge. The lock was an old-fashioned bump lock; you couldn't get in without the key.

He squatted down and looked at the keyhole, then took out a thin wire from his pocket. He always carried this with him, knowing he might need it sometime.

However, Lu Chen had never heard of using a wire to open a door before. He took out the wire and poked it in, tentatively poking around a few times.

With a click, the lock opened.

"That simple?"

Lu Chen was pleasantly surprised and felt that he had a talent. Others had to learn this skill for a long time, but he had never learned it before, and he succeeded in picking the lock on his first try.

What he didn't know was that this old-fashioned door lock was the easiest to open; basically, all you needed was a wire.

Stuffing the wire into his clothes, Lu Chen looked around. Seeing no one, he pushed the door open, went inside, and closed it behind him.

The room was dark, with the curtains drawn. He reached for the window, opened it a crack, and used the light from outside to look around the office, which was larger than he had imagined.

An office desk, a bookcase, a sofa, a coffee table, and a safe standing in the corner.

The desk was piled with documents in a mess, and the ashtray was full of cigarette butts, as if he had left in a hurry and hadn't tidied up anything.

The entire office is about half the size of Kuroda's office, which is not small.

Lu Chen walked to the desk, looked at the stack of papers on it, and began to search through them.

The drawer wasn't locked, and Sato Yosho probably didn't know that someone could sneak into his office quietly, so he wasn't very vigilant.

Lu Chen opened the drawer and saw that it was full of documents.

He flipped through them one by one; most were daily reports from the intelligence section, and there were also a few personnel files.

Sato didn't have many personal belongings. There were a few photos in a drawer. Lu Chen picked them up and looked at them. They were photos of Sato with a woman in the background, which was a wooden house like those in Japan. It should be his wife.

Lu Chen put the photo back and turned to the bookshelf.

The logistics order wasn't important, but since Sato Yosho had done something like this, he definitely had to hide it so no one would find out.

The bookcase was crammed with file boxes, which he pulled out one by one and flipped through.

Intelligence summaries, personnel lists, and expense records were all ordinary records, unrelated to supplies.

Turning to the bottom, there was a box hidden by several books. If Lu Chen hadn't pulled the books out, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

Lu Chen's eyes lit up, and he quickly pulled out the box and opened it. Inside were several account books.

He flipped to the top book, and his expression instantly became excited.

These are records of goods entering and leaving the warehouse!

Date, product name, quantity, person in charge, person who signed for the package—every step and related person's name was listed clearly, and Lu Chen flipped through it quickly.

The previous outbound records were all complete, with each item filled out completely.

Until you turn to the last few pages, which contain the inventory records for the past few days.

Two hundred cotton-padded coats were shipped out. The person in charge was Sato Yosho, and the signature field was blank.

One hundred quilts were shipped out. The person in charge was Sato Yosho, and the signature was blank.

Fifty military blankets were issued from the warehouse. The person in charge was Sato Yosho, and the signature for receipt was blank.

Lu Chen narrowed his eyes. Did Sato Yosho resell these supplies to that man?

Looking at these records, Lu Chen discovered that they were all supplies needed for winter.

Records show that 100 cotton-padded coats, 50 cotton quilts, and 30 military blankets have all been shipped out.

Moreover, they were all from the same day, the same supplies, all recorded as being shipped out, and there was no signatory for them.

Lu Chen narrowed his eyes, tore off the recent logistical outbound material records, and casually stuffed them into his pocket. These were the most direct evidence, and he had to keep them in his hands.

Tear...

ta ta ta ......

Just as I put the black box back in its place, I heard footsteps outside the door. The footsteps were crisp, like the sound of leather shoes on the ground.

someone! ?

Upon hearing this voice, the God of Wrath felt as if a tyrant had descended upon him. Who else could be here at this time but Sato Yosho?

Lu Chen looked around; apart from a few cabinets and tables, there was really nowhere good to hide. He thought for a moment, and as the footsteps grew closer, he gritted his teeth and hid under the table.

Just as Lu Chen crawled under the table, the door clicked open.

A person walked in from outside. Lu Chen hid under the table, not daring to breathe.

He was under the table and could only see the man's calves and feet.

Lu Chen was very familiar with the man's attire; it was the uniform of the Special Operations Group.

Action team?!

Lu Chen's pupils trembled slightly; he was right, just as he had suspected. People from various anti-Japanese organizations had infiltrated this Special Higher Police Operations Group.

But what is this person doing here all of a sudden? Could it be that his purpose is the same as mine—to find this batch of logistical supplies?

Lu Chen was unaware of this; he could only hide under the table, trying his best not to make any noise.

The person paused for a few seconds, as if checking if anyone was inside, before walking towards the bookshelf with a clear objective.

A dozen seconds later, Lu Chen heard a sound of something being rummaged through the bookshelf. The books and pamphlets on the bookshelf were roughly flipped over and fell to the ground, making a clattering sound.

Finally, the man found the black box, picked it up, and flipped through it. Lu Chen heard him turning the pages of the logistics booklet. When he reached the last page, he suddenly stopped, because Lu Chen had already torn those pages out.

Upon seeing the torn marks on the later pages, the person suddenly froze on the spot, only reacting a minute or two later.

He looked around the room again, and after confirming that no one was there, he picked up all the books that had fallen to the ground and put them all back in their original places.