The Spy

Chapter 7 Teahouse Connection
The question raised by Xu Qingyun was very crucial. If the other party did not know Hu Qi, he would send someone of similar age to Hu Qi and appropriately disguised to make the contact, which could greatly increase the chances of catching the contact person.

"Are you sure? I am an undercover agent. No one knows my identity except our section chief and director."

Hu Qifei is not an ordinary action team member, he is a pretender hidden deep within the Chinese people.

All intelligence agencies have always taken strict and thorough protection measures for such disguised personnel and will not easily reveal their identities.

"Very good, I hope you are telling the truth, otherwise I will repeat the previous torture on you every day."

Xu Qingyun's words were calm but full of threats. Hu Qi's heart tightened, and the pain of the punishment he had experienced revived in his memory. He hastily assured: "I am telling the truth. The undercover personnel are extremely cautious and will not reveal their identities lightly. If we know each other, there is no need to go to the trouble of contacting each other. I will just go find him directly."

Xu Qingyun turned and left. The meeting time was three o'clock in the afternoon, and the two sides communicated through secret codes.

What Hu Qi said makes sense, but it is not absolute. It is possible that the other party has seen him, but he does not know the other party's existence, so he has to use a secret code to confirm his identity.

"Yi Sheng, come here."

At a call, Yi Sheng walked out of the crowd. He was of similar build to Hu Qi, and even from certain angles, their faces looked vaguely similar. He was the most suitable replacement candidate.

If you paste a scar similar to Hu Qi's on his face and put on a hat, he will look about 60% like him.

Wearing the same clothes, the similarity can reach 70% to 80%.

Xu Qingyun thought carefully and arranged various possibilities in advance.

Just 70% or 80% similarity is enough to lure the enemy into deeper territory. Once they show up, they will have nowhere to escape. The purpose of the operation is to capture the contact person. Xu Qingyun only cares about the result, not the process. Catching the person is a victory.

After careful disguise, Yi Sheng's appearance changed drastically. Even if people who were not familiar with him had seen Hu Qi before, they would mistake him for him.

Xu Qingyun led everyone else to Nanshi.

In a corner of South City, an antique teahouse stood quietly. Xu Qingshi had already secretly laid a net here, waiting for the prey to take the bait.

Yisheng sat down alone, and Xu Qingyun chose a seat at the edge of the teahouse, where the view was wide and yet sufficiently hidden.

Xu Qingyun took three people to their positions. All four of them were smart and capable. On the surface, they were ordinary tea drinkers, but in fact they remained highly vigilant at all times.

Today's operation was carried out in plain clothes. Xu Qingyun and others were dressed like common street thugs. Their manners, words, and even every subtle movement were carefully designed and practiced to ensure that no flaws were revealed.

As a policeman, I often deal with gangsters, so it is not difficult to imitate them.

Time flows leisurely, and the afternoon sun shines through the curtains onto the wooden tabletop of the teahouse. The mottled light and shadow add a bit of leisure and comfort to this quiet corner.

Yi Sheng looked at the pocket watch in his hand and saw the hour hand slowly pointing to two fifty. He waved to the waiter and whispered a few instructions.

After a while, a pot of steaming Biluochun tea and two plates of melon seeds were placed in front of him. This was the method agreed upon by Hu Qi and the contact person. Most people would not order two identical snacks, so the contact person could easily find him.

Yi Sheng slowly poured himself a cup of tea, secretly glancing at the surroundings with his peripheral vision.

In the corner of the teahouse, a storyteller in a long robe was telling the legendary story of Tianjin hero Huo Yuanjia. Yi Sheng listened with great interest, but did not forget his mission and looked at his pocket watch from time to time.

Masao Ishiguro had already arrived near the teahouse, wearing a robe and strolling not far away.

He had indeed never met Hu Qi, but he knew that Hu Qi was a master of the operations department, had a Chinese identity, and had made many contributions to the operations department of the Manchurian Railway Intelligence Bureau.

He is observing his surroundings.

The Japanese spies did not have many rivals in China. The Military Intelligence Department had only been established for a few years. The strength in Tianjin was even weaker. It was said that a new station chief had just arrived and all the previous station chiefs had run into trouble.

The reason for doing so was just out of usual caution. Intelligence work cannot tolerate any sloppiness, and he quickly arrived near the teahouse, with five minutes left before the meeting.

Ishiguro Masao's brows suddenly twitched.

After going out today, he always felt uneasy, like a shadow hanging over his heart.

After hesitating for a while, Ishiguro Masao walked quickly forward and went to the grocery store to buy some things. He borrowed their pen and ink to write a few words on the notebook he bought and wrapped a photo inside.

"Little girl." Ishiguro Masao reached out his hand and stopped a little girl who was selling flowers on the street. With a bright smile on his face, he seemed harmless and asked softly, "Can you read?"

"I can't read."

The little girl shook her head obediently, and Ishiguro Masao smiled even brighter.

"Do you want this?" Ishiguro Masao took out a shiny dollar. The brand new dollar reflected dazzling silver light under the sun, which was very beautiful.

"think."

The little girl nodded heavily without hesitation. This is cash, who wouldn’t want it?

How many flowers does she have to sell to earn a dollar?

"See that teahouse? Go to that teahouse and find a person sitting alone with two bowls of melon seeds in front of him. Ask him, 'Are you Mr. Sun?' If he answers, 'My last name is not Sun, but Shi,' then ask him..."

Masao Ishiguro felt something was wrong and decided to give up the personal contact. The purpose of the contact was to assign tasks, so he just needed to tell the other party the tasks.

The people in the Manchuria Railway Operations Department had their own weapons and did not need him to provide them, so he deliberately found an illiterate child to prevent the leakage of information.

The illiteracy rate in China is very high. Most children cannot read, especially little girls. Those who can read usually come from well-off families and will not come out to sell flowers.

"If you can do what I say, this ocean is yours. If you can't do it well, I will ask you to give it back. Do you understand?"

Ishiguro Masao used the money to tempt the little girl, and the little girl nodded hurriedly and repeated the secret code he had just said.

"Go."

Ishiguro Masao gently placed the dollar in the little girl's hand. The little girl held the dollar tightly and hid it carefully against her body. She then took the thing handed to her by Ishiguro Masao and ran quickly towards the teahouse. Ishiguro Masao naturally walked a little further away, always paying attention to the movements in the teahouse.

It was three minutes past the agreed time, and Yisheng seemed a little anxious.
Xu Qingyun was also confused, but according to what Hu Qi had said, the contact would take at least five minutes. If the contact person did not show up within five minutes, he would evacuate immediately.

The time has not come yet, we have to wait.

The little girl entered the teahouse and quickly scanned the area, finally landing on Yi Sheng who was sitting alone. There were only two identical portions of melon seeds in front of him.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Sun?"

When she came to Yi Sheng, the little girl asked softly. Yi Sheng was stunned. The contact person came, but why was it a child?

He was stunned for a moment, but forced himself to hold back and not turn his head to look at Xu Qingyun.

Xu Qingyun sat behind him, just across a table. This provided them with a certain degree of concealment and also made it easier to observe the person they were meeting.

Thanks to the two friends codenamed: Beidou and Xia Zhihong for their tips of 500 starting coins each. Xiaoyu will also give serious consideration to all the suggestions made by friends.

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