You were allowed to marry into No. 76 family, and you were promoted to director?

Chapter 249 Hopeless
Wang Shuyu sighed and looked apologetically at Sun Jianzhong.

Although she knew that Sun Jianzhong was right, she was on the second line, and Shi Yinong was her leader; they were a group.

The plan to eliminate the traitor Zhao Xuan was devised long ago. Now that we have finally found out Zhao Xuan's whereabouts, eliminating this scourge is indeed the best solution.

As for changing the contact code, Wang Shuyu could only do it secretly.

Given her position in the second tier, changing these things wouldn't be difficult for her. As long as she brought it up, her comrades below would assume that Shi Yi Nong agreed.

"Uncle Sun, let me see you out."

Sun Jianzhong flicked his sleeves, turned around, and walked towards the entrance of the secret room.

Wang Shuyu glanced at the taxi driver who picked up the phone again, sighed slightly, and hurriedly chased after Sun Jianzhong.

After leaving the secret room, Sun Jianzhong looked at Wang Shuyu, who was following beside him and looking at him apologetically, and sighed:

"Sigh, Shuyu, you must take what I said to heart. I have something to do, so I'll be going now. Be careful!"

"Okay, Uncle Sun, thank you for your trouble. I apologize to you on behalf of the housekeeper. He's not usually like this."

Sun Jianzhong chuckled. He wasn't like this normally, but he was like this when he was with him. He had long since figured out Shi Yinong's personality.

The reason why the organization chose him as the head of the underground party in Shanghai and handed over a mature intelligence network to Sun Jianzhong was because of Shi Yinong's personality flaws.

However, Sun Jianzhong was well aware of Shi Yinong's unwavering faith.

In Hongkou, at the Military Police Headquarters, Koji Ida learned that the Special Higher Police had obtained a communication line for the underground Communist Party. He immediately dispatched Sato He, along with Junko Aoki and a group of military police, to receive Zhao Xuan and Yama Yuichi.

Inside the conference room of the Military Police Headquarters Intelligence Department, Sato He looked at Zhao Xuan with a broad smile:

"Zhao Sang, according to the intelligence you provided, Chunzi has already arranged for people to go down and carry it out. I believe that soon we will be able to catch the tail of the underground party's transportation line."

Sitting next to Sato He, Song Rong smiled and picked up the conversation:

"I never expected that the Special Higher Police would achieve such a breakthrough, and that they would inform us so quickly."

Back when he was in the Special Higher Police, Yamayu Kazuo had called Sato He to explain the situation, and Sato He then sent Aoki Junko to carry it out.

Upon hearing Song Rong's words, Zhao Xuan calmly replied:

"By chance, and moreover, we must be fast."

"From our interrogation of Xie Biran, we learned that he escaped from the guerrilla stronghold. The guerrillas must have made contingency plans. If they had been too slow, they probably would have missed him."

Sato He smiled, picked up his cup, and took a sip of the steaming tea.

"Mr. Zhao, please rest assured on this point. We have already made the fastest possible response."

No sooner had Satohe finished speaking than the phone on the conference table rang.

Yamayu Kazuo and Zhao Xuan looked over immediately, while Song Rong nodded slightly to Sato He and reached out to answer the phone.

"I am Junko Aoki."

"Yoshi, keep a close eye on them!"

After hanging up the phone, Song Rong's smile became even brighter:

"The fish has taken the bait. This intelligence line did indeed exist. I believe the Commander will distribute the credit fairly this time."

Zhao Xuan was speechless. He had sent Sun Jianzhong to inform the second-line personnel long ago, but Song Rong had only cast the bait for a short time, and someone had already taken the bait.

After finishing his sentence, Song Rong stood up and looked at Sato He and the other two with a smile, saying:
"Sir, Zhao Sang, Shan Xiongjun, please wait here for a moment. I will personally go to the scene to keep an eye on things."

Sato He nodded directly, not even giving Zhao Xuan and Yamayu Kazuo a chance to speak:
"Okay, I feel at ease knowing that Junko will go there herself."

“Zhao-san, Yamaka-kun, a group of top-class geishas have arrived at the izakaya. It’s almost time. Let’s go over there, eat, chat, play, and wait.”

Yamayuu's lips twitched. He glanced at Zhao Xuan, but seeing Zhao Xuan's expressionless face, Yamayuu had no choice but to stand up and look at Sato He, saying:
“Sato-kun, I don’t really care, but the section chief specifically instructed that once we’re here, Zhao-san is absolutely not allowed to go to Shinshun-ju.”

The izakaya Sato He mentioned was Shinseiki. Upon hearing this, Sato He's eyes blazed with gossip, and he looked at Zhao Xuan with a knowing smile:

“Mr. Zhao, although the new geishas at Xinchunju are all very rare and from respectable families, they are no match for Section Chief Lanze. However, a man should not be controlled by a woman when he is out in the world.”

"Since Section Chief Aizawa has given the order, how about this: instead of going to Shinshun-ju, we can go directly to my house and bring over Shinshun-ju's specialties, it'll be the same, right? What do you think, Yamano-kun?"

Yamayu Kazuo was speechless. Anyway, his task was just to keep an eye on Zhao Xuan and prevent him from going to Shinshunju. Now that he was going to Sato He's house, it didn't count as going to Shinshunju, did it?

After hearing this, Zhao Xuan thought to himself that Sato He was a genius. This guy's thought process was simply terrifyingly unique.

However, Zhao Xuan also understood from Sato He's words that no matter what, he would not let him and Yamayu Kazuo go out with Song Rong today.

Helpless, Zhao Xuan and Yamayu Kazuo had no choice but to go to Sato He's house.

Meanwhile, Song Rong had already arrived at the rendezvous point that had been arranged using coded language.

On Fuzhou Road, at the racecourse, Song Rong spotted the contact person almost instantly amidst the crowd.

For Song Rong, the Japanese were enemies, as were the British and French in the concessions, and the Red Party, whose political views differed from those of the Kuomintang, was naturally also an enemy.

When it comes to her own people, Song Rong sometimes takes advantage of them, let alone when facing enemies; she never hesitates to show mercy.

After receiving the necessary items from her subordinate, Song Rong's expression changed completely, and she looked pitiful as she walked towards the contact person with a worried expression.

Inside the racetrack, the person who happened to see the coded message and came to make contact was Xue Dou, codenamed "Woodcutter".

Holding a horse racing report in his hand, Xue Dou appeared to be completely focused on watching the horse race, but in reality, his peripheral vision was constantly scanning the surrounding situation.

Noticing a stunningly beautiful woman with short hair, a worried expression, and a seemingly timid yet determined gaze approaching, Xue Dou immediately perked up and began to quickly observe whether there were any spies hiding around.

After a moment, confirming that everything around him was normal, Xue Dou looked away and found that the woman was already sitting behind him.

Xue Dou could sense that the woman behind him hesitated several times, as if she wanted to give a secret signal, but dared not speak.

Seeing this, Xue Dou smiled. It was obvious that this girl was new to this line of work.

"Sigh, I bought number three today, and now it looks like I'm going to lose everything."

Sitting behind Xue Dou, Song Rong felt disdain. This was the first time she had ever met such an impatient underground party member!
"Really? I bought number three too!"

Hearing the pleasant voice behind him, Xue Dou turned around and was immediately struck by Song Rong's beauty up close. Even though Xue Dou had already noticed that this contact was very beautiful, seeing her up close still made him dizzy.

In that instant, Song Rong appeared extremely terrified. Being stared at like that, Song Rong was almost ready to get up from her seat and run away.

Fortunately, Xue Dou regained his senses and quickly spoke up:
"I'm sorry, I was very rude just now."

"You said you also bought number three?"

Song Rong felt even more disdainful. Now she could understand why the Special Higher Police were able to extract information about the entire transportation network of the Shanghai underground party from Xie Biran.

With members like that in the group, it would be strange if Song Rong couldn't get any information out of them.

"Yes, I bought it in three separate transactions: one for ten dollars, one for eleven dollars, and one for twenty-one dollars."

Xue Dou suppressed the urge to address Song Rong as "comrade" and quickly replied:
“I’m a bit better off than you. I also made three purchases: one for nine silver dollars, one for ten silver dollars, and one for twenty silver dollars.”

After saying that, Xue Dou smiled at Song Rong and whispered:
"Hello, comrade!"

Seeing Song Rong breathe a sigh of relief and completely let down her guard, Xue Dou found her extremely cute, much more interesting and gentle than Sister Shuyu.

Could this newbie be a newcomer discovered by the housekeeper and asked to be her sparring partner?

After confirming each other's identities, Xue Dou led Song Rong away from the racecourse.

After finding a coffee shop near the racetrack, Xue Dou led Song Rong inside. Once they sat down in a quiet corner, he ordered two coffees and then looked at Song Rong curiously, asking:

"Comrade, I still don't know your name."

Song Rong's eyes reddened with anxiety, and she puffed out her eyes pitifully, startling Xue Dou into thinking he had done something wrong.

Until Song Rong spoke.

"Don't speak, listen to me, I'm the whistleman's girlfriend."

A bolt from the blue, absolutely a bolt from the blue.

Such a beautiful girl, and she's actually that simple-minded whistleblower's girlfriend? This is simply outrageous!
But after regaining his senses, Xue Dou realized, "Damn it, wasn't the whistle-wielder dead? Why didn't he mention having a girlfriend before?"

"Girl, what exactly do you mean?"

Xue Dou became wary. Song Rong wiped away her tears and said to Xue Dou with a slightly sob in her voice:
"Do you all think the whistleblower is long dead?"

"Isn't it?"

Song Rong shook her head:

"Of course not. I met the guerrillas. The guerrillas I was in rescued him and he has been recuperating there ever since."

"But just the day before yesterday, the scout told me that we might have discovered an enemy agent lurking among us. He instructed me that if anything happened to him, I must contact you and find that enemy agent who was lurking among us."

"But a day passed and the whistle did not return to the guerrillas, so I came to Shanghai alone. The whistle told me the code and the way to meet you."

Seeing Song Rong's sincere words, and her eyes welling up with tears when she mentioned the sentry, Xue Dou felt a tightness in his chest and quickly offered words of comfort:
"Please accept my condolences. What intelligence did the whistleblower bring you? Tell me. Don't worry, we will not let the whistleblower's sacrifice be in vain!"

Inside a cafe near the racecourse in Shanghai.

Xue Dou looked at Song Rong with admiration:

"Comrade, you have acted very bravely. Don't worry, the sentry will not have died in vain. Please tell me, what information did the sentry ask you to convey to us?"

Song Rong looked at Xue Dou with tears in her beautiful eyes and said softly:

"There was a traitor within the Nanjing underground party. His code name was Shanfeng. It was Shanfeng who betrayed the Nanjing underground party, and at the same time, he also betrayed Comrade Baicha."

Upon hearing this, Xue Dou clenched his fists in anger:

Do you know where that traitor is?

“I’ve seen him before. His name is Xie Biran. He must have come to Shanghai. I request to join the Shanghai underground party. I must avenge the whistleblow.”

Xue Dou nodded emphatically at Song Rong:

“I understand your situation. Come back with me, and I will personally take you to see the butler. Only if the butler agrees can you join us.”

Song Rong frowned slightly as she looked at Xue Dou:

"Don't we need to ask the organization for instructions?"

Xue Douxiao looked at Song Rong and shook his head, saying:
"No need. Our second line was originally designed to develop new comrades in Shanghai. If you join, the butler can make the decision."

Song Rong still looked at Xue Dou with some disbelief:

"But I'm a guerrilla fighter, is this okay?"

Xue Dou was now in a bit of a predicament, and looked at Song Rong, asking:

"What was your main role in the guerrilla force?"

"Write promotional articles."

After listening, Xue Dou patted his chest and said:
"That's alright. We're just in need of someone as cultured as you. Come with me, I'll take you to see the butler."

During the time Xue Dou and Song Rong were supposed to meet, Wang Shuyu was unable to contact Xue Dou at the boutique pastry shop on Fuzhou Road, and the order to change the meeting code and method was never passed on to him.

Wang Shuyu, who was anxiously waiting in the pastry shop, originally planned to go out and look for Xue Dou based on her understanding of him.

However, at that moment, the phone on the counter rang. Wang Shuyu's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly grabbed the phone:

"Old Xue, where did you go?"

(Excuse me, Ms. Wang, my name is Edith, and I am a contact person for Chenguang.)
"Morning light!"

Wang Shuyu lowered her voice, but still gasped in surprise.

(Ms. Wang, don't waste your time. The person you're looking for is at the racecourse and the jazz café. You'd better move quickly.)
Hearing the dial tone, Wang Shuyu's pupils contracted slightly.

After hanging up the phone, Wang Shuyu glanced at the time and then quickly called over a waiter:

"Xiao Wu, move immediately. Take everything with you, as much as you can. Head to Outpost Two. Once you arrive, immediately send someone to contact the steward and tell him that our liaison station has been exposed, and Xue Dou's identity has also been exposed. If I don't make it back, tell the steward that I've been exposed too!"

After saying this, Wang Shuyu, filled with worry, immediately went out and headed to the exquisite café that Edith had mentioned.

Near the racecourse, when Wang Shuyu saw Xue Dou talking seriously to a beautiful woman in a coffee shop, Wang Shuyu's heart skipped a beat.

The boutique pastry shop must not be exposed now, as it contains a wealth of information.

Once exposed, there simply isn't enough time to destroy it in a short period of time.

If the Japanese were to find those documents, it would be a devastating blow to the second-line intelligence network.

Therefore, Wang Shuyu had to stall for time and try to get the comrades who stayed behind to transfer all the data to the No. 2 stronghold.

After confirming Xue Dou's location, Wang Shuyu still held a sliver of hope. However, there were too many vendors selling cigarettes on the street, and their gazes would frequently fall on Xue Dou and the woman.

This led Wang Shuyu to immediately conclude that Xue Dou had been tricked by the enemy, and the woman with Xue Dou was very likely a Japanese spy!
Thinking of this, Wang Shuyu took a deep breath, smiled bitterly and sighed. If Shi Yinong had agreed to change the contact code and meeting method early this morning, things wouldn't have developed to this point.

Fortunately, Wang Shuyu and Chen Guang's offline account found Xue Dou's location, and now that they have arrived nearby, there might still be room for things to turn around.

She quickly found a phone booth and was dialing the number for the boutique pastry shop when she abruptly hung up after dialing two numbers and dialed a new number.

"The situation is urgent, evacuate immediately!"

Click, the phone was hung up, and Wang Shuyu walked out of the phone booth with a bitter smile.

Inside the general store run by Black Tiger, an underground black market operator on Fuzhou Road, Black Tiger, who was reclining in a rocking chair fanning himself, saw his underling hang up the phone and asked with slightly narrowed eyes:

"Who called?"

The younger brother shook his head in confusion:
"I don't know. It was a woman. She said something about an emergency and that we needed to evacuate immediately. Before I could even ask her anything, she hung up. I guess she dialed the wrong number."

Black Tiger jumped up from the rocking chair, stared at his underling with wide eyes, and remained silent for a long time.

After thinking for a while, the black tiger stared at his underling and said:

"Keep a close watch. I'll go out and find out what's going on. How could they make such a wrong call?"

Actually, Black Tiger is feeling quite uneasy right now.

You can't just dial the wrong number like that. Black Tiger has been in the underworld for so many years without any problems, so he's naturally a very cautious person.

So he decided to go out and lay low for a while to see if he had really dialed the wrong number. If he had, then everything would be fine, and he could just come back.

If not, then I'll run away beforehand.

Fuzhou Road, near the racecourse and the Jazz Cafe.

Wearing a white cheongsam, with an enigmatic figure and her hair tied up, Wang Shuyu has made her decision.

It's only a few minutes' walk from here to the boutique pastry shop. If Xue Dou really takes that spy to the boutique pastry shop, then we're doomed.

After looking around, Wang Shuyu took out her sidearm from her handbag, found a spot where she could probably escape, and which was diagonally opposite Xue Dou, before raising her gun and aiming it at the glass window of the coffee shop.

boom--

This was the result of Wang Shuyu's careful consideration.

Her identity as the owner of a boutique pastry shop cannot be revealed now; at the very least, she needs to buy enough time for the comrades who remain at the pastry shop to evacuate.

As for Xue Dou, there's no saving him!
As the gunshot rang out, the military police agents on the street immediately drew their concealed guns and looked toward the source of the gunfire.

Inside the café, Xue Dou and Song Rong both turned their heads to look out onto the street the instant the gunshot rang out and the glass shattered.

Xue Dou immediately spotted Wang Shuyu standing diagonally in front, holding a gun.

Wang Shuyu did not run away immediately after firing the shot, just so that Xue Dou could see her.

After seeing Wang Shuyu, Xue Dou also noticed that there were many armed spies on the street.

Even if Xue Dou was stupid, he would realize at this moment that he had fallen into the enemy's trap. Without time to think, Xue Dou quickly drew his gun and was about to aim it at Song Rong when Song Rong, with an angry expression, pulled the trigger first.

The instant the gunshot rang out, Song Rong realized that it was someone from the underground party alerting Xue Dou.

In that very second, Song Rong drew his gun and aimed it at Xue Dou, pulling the trigger the instant Xue Dou drew his gun.

boom!boom!
Before he could even raise his gun, Xue Dou was shot twice and rendered incapacitated.

With one shot in his right hand and one in his left, Song Rong stood up and the muzzle of his gun was already pressed against Xue Dou's forehead.

"you"

Xue Dou glared at Song Rong. He truly hadn't expected that such a delicate, pitiful, and timid woman would actually be an enemy spy.

Most importantly, this woman's acting was flawless throughout, making Xue Dou completely believe her entire performance.

"I didn't expect there to be such capable people in your intelligence network."

As she spoke, Song Rong glanced at the fleeing figure on the street.

"But don't worry, she can't escape!"

Xue Dou was grinding his teeth so hard they were almost broken, but now, even if he wanted to resist, he had no chance. Both his hands were shot, and he couldn't use his strength at all.

Not far from Xue Dou and Song Rong, a tiny insect, no bigger than a grain of rice, was crawling on the wall.

In Hongkou, at Sato He's home, Zhao Xuan monitored Song Rong's actions almost the entire time through the nanobugs he left beside her.

Zhao Xuan really couldn't understand how someone as stupid as Xue Dou could be selected to participate in intelligence work.
It was within Zhao Xuan's expectations that Wang Shuyu would go to the scene to stall for time.

Because the jazz café and the boutique pastry shop were too close together, there was simply no time to transfer or destroy some confidential documents from the second line of staff; the only option was to send people to stall for time.

Fortunately, Xue Dou didn't tell Song Rong the location of the liaison station directly; otherwise, Wang Shuyu wouldn't even have had this much time.

After learning that Xue Dou had fallen into a trap, Zhao Xuan prepared two contingency plans.

The best outcome would naturally be if Wang Shuyu were not arrested.

However, Zhao Xuan had the location of all the spies on that street, making it difficult for Wang Shuyu to escape. Even if someone came to her rescue, it would only increase casualties.

An entire military police squadron surrounded the racecourse when the gunfire rang out. Under these circumstances, it would be pointless to send any number of men to help Wang Shuyu.

Therefore, the first contingency plan depends entirely on Wang Shuyu's own abilities; if she can escape, everything will be fine.

If escape is impossible, the only option left is the second plan: rescue people at the military police headquarters!

Previously, Zhao Xuan had saved Lu Jin and Sun Ying, and this time he would use the same method. However, Zhao Xuan was also worried about whether Wang Shuyu could hold on until he could save her.

Fortunately, Sun Ying did not enter the city with Xie Biran this time. Otherwise, if Yamao Kazuo had seen the already dead Sun Ying reappear in the Demon City, things would have been very troublesome.

If such a situation were to occur, from now on, Yamayu Kazuo would probably not feel at ease dealing with any dead bodies. He would rather finish off the dead by shooting them and leave them in the morgue than send them to mass graves.

This underground party in the second line really opened Zhao Xuan's eyes.

Apart from Wang Shuyu, they're all brutes.

"Zhao Sang, come on, have a drink. What are you daydreaming about? Don't worry, Chunzi is personally involved and will definitely not let the underground party members escape."

Sato He, holding a glass of wine and with a geisha on his left arm, toasted Zhao Xuan along with Yama Yuichi.

Zhao Xuan picked up his wine glass and smiled:
"Sato-kun, you should drink less. It's almost time. Miss Aoki should be back soon."

Sato Hea instantly sobered up upon hearing this:
“Zhao is right, it’s been two hours already. Alright, let’s drink this and then head back to the Military Police Headquarters.”

Six geishas greeted Sato He and Yama Yuichi, but none of them dared to approach Zhao Xuan.

The main reason was that when Sato He had just transferred the geishas, ​​Yamayu Kazuo had warned them, and Zhao Xuan was happy to have some peace and quiet.

At the same time, Song Rong stood where Wang Shuyu had been, looked around, and then fixed her gaze on the phone booth not far away.

"You, go to the telephone company immediately and check if any calls were made from this phone booth thirteen minutes ago. If so, where did the call go?"

"Hi!"

Before long, surrounded by the military police squadron and the military police who had set up roadblocks around the area, Wang Shuyu was trapped in an alley, and her gun had run out of bullets.

Seeing that a large number of military police had surrounded her, Wang Shuyu did not choose to commit suicide, nor did she continue to resist, letting them arrest her.

Suicide would only allow the enemy to confirm her identity on the spot.

As the owner of a boutique pastry shop, Wang Shuyu dared not gamble on whether any of the people in the neighborhood had ever bought pastries from her.

Therefore, staying alive and letting the enemy take you back is the best way to buy time.

Half an hour later, Zhao Xuan and his two companions returned to the military police headquarters, while Song Rong successfully apprehended Wang Shuyu, who had tried to escape after creating the commotion.

After Song Rong returned with the two captured underground party members, Sato He led Zhao Xuan and Yamayu Kazuo directly to the conference room.

"Junko, what happened? They only caught two underground party members?"

Song Rong, sitting next to Sato He, gave a cold smile:
"Chief, the plan was going smoothly, but unfortunately it was ruined by that female underground party member who was captured halfway through."

"However, it's probably no coincidence that she appeared near the Jazz Cafe at the racecourse. I had someone check a call on a public phone at the telephone exchange and pinpointed a location. I've already sent people there, and I believe we'll have news soon."

Satohe nodded in satisfaction. It was good that they had caught two. It would be even better if they could catch more later.

In any case, the credit for this achievement was essentially given to us by the Special Higher Police for free.

“Very good, then the next step is to interrogate those two underground party members. Zhao Sang, you and Chunzi are in one group, and I and Yamao-kun are in another. We will conduct a surprise interrogation together.”

Today's drinking session has really brought Sato He and Yama Yuichiro together and they've developed a real bond.

Satoga never expected that Yamayukazu, who followed the Bushido spirit, would share the same hobby as him. Having found a like-minded person, Satoga naturally wanted to communicate more with Yamayukazu.

As for Zhao Xuan, he doesn't even dare to touch women outside, and Sato He doesn't like to play with Zhao Xuan.

Song Rong sat to the side, glancing at Sato He and Yama Yuichi with a teasing smile. When did these two become so close?
After assigning the interrogation subjects, Zhao Xuan and Song Rong went to interrogation room number two. Sitting in the torture chair was Xue Dou, who had been shot in both hands.

As soon as Xue Dou saw Song Rong enter the interrogation room, he roared and cursed:

"Damn Japanese woman, if you've got the guts, let me go and fight you one-on-one! Stop with your underhanded tricks, I spit on you!"

"You beast! I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

Zhao Xuan feigned curiosity and looked at Song Rong. Song Rong smiled and led Zhao Xuan to a seat. Ignoring Xue Dou's curses, she simply smiled seductively and said:

“Zhao Sang, his name is Xue Dou, code name Woodcutter. He seems to have some mental issues. I think interrogating him should be easy.”

As she spoke, Song Rong pointed to her head.

Zhao Xuan nodded expressionlessly. In his opinion, these second-line comrades all had some problems with their brains.

Moreover, Song Rong was right; interrogating Xue Dou might actually yield some unexpected information.

Just as the two sat down and opened their notebooks, preparing to interrogate Song Rong, an agent pushed open the interrogation room door and whispered a few words in Song Rong's ear.

After listening, Song Rong's face darkened, and she waved him aside.

"Section Chief Aoki, what's wrong?"

Song Rong sneered, inwardly admiring Wang Shuyu, but her voice still carried a mocking tone as she spoke:
"It's nothing, I was just tricked."

Song Rong truly didn't expect that Wang Shuyu could still calmly make a judgment and set a trap for her under such circumstances.

"Oh, Section Chief Aoki is so intelligent, how could anyone possibly outwit you?"

Song Rong shrugged and smiled nonchalantly:

"It's alright. I've figured out why she did that now; she was just stalling for time."

"Moreover, in that situation, she still resorted to such methods. I can only say that she was too clever for her own good."

"However, it might be useful."

After speaking, Song Rong snapped his fingers, summoning the secret agent beside him:

"Go and find me the latest map of Fuzhou Road."

Upon hearing Song Rong's words, Zhao Xuan understood what Song Rong meant by "being too clever for one's own good."

Wang Shuyu's actions could indeed buy time, but if the enemy was clever enough, they could also realize that their intelligence network's liaison station was not far from the racecourse.

Otherwise, Wang Shuyu would have no reason to resort to such tactics to delay the time.

As for Song Rong's later statement, it might have been useful. Wang Shuyu did indeed use this little trick to mislead Song Rong into looking in the wrong direction.

The next step is to see if the boutique pastry shop can be relocated before Song Rong finalizes the location.

A short while later, the agent returned to the interrogation room with the map.

Song Rong spread the map out on the table, her slender, fair fingers tracing its surface, stopping behind a fabric shop, and asked without looking up:

"I'll still call you Woodcutter. Woodcutter, is your contact point at Old Zhang's Fabric Shop on Fuzhou Road?"

As she asked the questions, Song Rong glanced at Xue Dou, who was bound to the torture chair with a ferocious expression.

"It seems not."

After saying that, Song Rong looked at Zhao Xuan and smiled:
"As far as I know, this is also an interrogation method that Zhao Sang is good at. I also happen to have studied some psychology, so I'll give it a try today. If there's anything wrong, please feel free to point it out, Zhao Sang."

For Song Rong, who is very observant, as long as there is a direction, using psychological methods for interrogation usually yields good results.

"Miss Junko, as you wish."

Song Rong smiled slightly and continued to ask:

"Woodcutter, if it's not Old Zhang's cloth shop, is it the general store next door?"

After asking at several locations, Song Rong's eyes gleamed as he stared at the woodcutter who had started cursing again and asked:
"Is it a fine pastry shop?"

"no?"

Is it a boutique pastry shop?

Sitting next to Song Rong, Zhao Xuan looked at Xue Dou's ferocious and angry expression and sighed inwardly. Sure enough, he still didn't learn his lesson.

Song Rong chuckled, ignoring Xue Dou completely, and turned to look at Zhao Xuan:
"Mrs. Zhao, do you think this is a fine pastry shop?"

Zhao Xuan nodded indifferently:

"That's right, it's here."

"Nonsense, nonsense! You two, one a damned Japanese devil, the other a damned traitor, die, die!"

Song Rong completely ignored Xue Dou's barking, closed the interrogation record, and stood up.
"Zhao Sang, let's go see how the interrogation with the section chief is going?"

Zhao Xuan remained silent, then stood up with Song Rong and walked together toward the interrogation room door.

Xue Dou was furious, but also worried and guilty. He hadn't said anything, so how could they be sure it was a fine pastry shop?
"Stop! You all stop right there!"

Xue Dou's roar had no effect on Zhao Xuan and Song Rong. As they watched the two leave the interrogation room, Xue Dou burst into tears.

The Japanese agents in the interrogation room were also dumbfounded by what they saw, but at the same time, they were quite impressed with Chief Aoki.

They didn't even use torture, yet they managed to get the information they wanted out of them. They probably won't learn this kind of method in their entire lives.

Waiting outside the interrogation room was Asano Hakuwa, also Aoki Junko's deputy, the deputy head of the intelligence section of the Military Police Headquarters' intelligence department.

Upon seeing Song Rong emerge, Asano Hakko bowed slightly.
"Section Chief, what should we do with the person inside?"

Song Rong glanced at Zhao Xuan, and seeing that Zhao Xuan still showed no emotion, she waved her hand and said:

"Send him to Tilanqiao Prison. Keep him alive; he might be useful someday. I haven't met such a funny underground party member in a long time. Let's spare his life. What do you say, Zhao Sang?"

Based on his intuition, Zhao Xuan was certain that the dead Xue Dou was better than the living Xue Dou.

But reason told Zhao Xuan that no matter how incompetent Xue Dou was, he was still his comrade, and it was a good thing that he could save his life.

"His life or death is none of my business, as long as we get our share of the credit."

"Of course, after all, Zhao Sang, you are also an advisor to our intelligence department."

As Zhao Xuan was walking toward the next interrogation room, a thought suddenly struck him. He hadn't expected that the dialysis mode would be able to detect Song Rong's psychological state at this moment.

In Song Rong's view, Xue Dou was spared because he still had some value to be used.

But more importantly, Song Rong did not want to kill members of the Kuomintang or the Red Party with his own hands.

As for whether Xue Dou would live or die after she spared his life, Song Rong didn't care, as long as he didn't die at her hands.

This is why Song Rong didn't take action when Fang Lie was executed at the shooting range last time, but instead forced Zhao Xuan to do so.

After discovering this, Zhao Xuanzhen felt that Song Rong had serious psychological problems and was a collection of contradictions.

Song Rong looked at Asano Bohe, who had already ordered his men to escort Xue Dou to Tilanqiao Prison:
"Asano-kun, call Horii Kazuo, who is still waiting on Fuzhou Road, and tell him to immediately lead a team to search the boutique pastry shop. If there are still people inside, do not let any of them escape."

"Hi!"

Horii Kazuo is the head of the Operations Section of the Intelligence Department of the Military Police Headquarters. Zhao Xuan was slightly taken aback. Song Rong actually left a team of people on standby on Fuzhou Road. How meticulous is this woman!
So now Zhao Xuan is very curious about what Song Rong's purpose is in infiltrating the military police headquarters.
Just as I was thinking this, the dialysis mode sent back new feedback.

(Song Rong: What the young tiger can do, I can do too. I will definitely get my hands on the military defense map of Matsui Iwane of the Central China Theater!)

Zhao Xuan's lips twitched almost imperceptibly. When did this woman start treating Young Tiger as a competitor?
The Central China Theater has now ceasefired, but Zhao Xuan estimates that fighting will resume soon.

The battle situation in the Central China Theater unfolded amidst various tug-of-wars. In any case, when there was nothing else to do, the Central China Theater would always have a couple of battles, though both sides would launch probing attacks.

Upon entering the interrogation room where Wang Shuyu was being held, Zhao Xuan and Song Rong were immediately bewildered by Sato He and Yama Yuichiro.

The interrogation methods used by these two were rather bizarre, but Zhao Xuan was furious watching them.

"Chinese woman, I advise you to hurry up and talk, you don't have much clothing left!"

Bound to the torture chair, Wang Shuyu's skin was largely exposed, yet she kept her eyes closed and clenched her teeth. To this day, Wang Shuyu has not uttered a single word.

Hearing the noise at the door, Sato He and Yama Yuichi turned to look.

"Junko, Zhao-san, are you done with the interrogation?"

Song Rong looked at Sato He with icy eyes:
"Director, do you think a woman will say anything after being humiliated like this?"

Sato He gave an awkward laugh:
"Um, Junko, actually I really respect women, you know, I'm usually very self-disciplined."

Seeing Sato He's reckless words, even without dialysis mode, Zhao Xuan understood that this guy liked Song Rong!

Yamayu Kazuo snorted and said:
"Section Chief Aoki, I don't think it's excessive to use any means to deal with the enemy."

Song Rong gave a cold laugh, stepped forward, and stared disdainfully at Yamayuki Kazuo:
"Yasu Kazuo Yama, is this your Bushido?"

"You idiot, Section Chief Aoki, you're not allowed to insult my Bushido spirit!"

Upon hearing this, Sato He immediately glared at Yama Yuichio:
"Mr. Yamano, this is the Military Police Headquarters. Please show some respect to Miss Junko!"

"Furthermore, I also feel that interrogating women in such an insulting way goes against my conscience. Mr. Yamao, how long have we been interrogating them? We haven't made any progress at all, but Junko and Zhao-san's cases have already been concluded."

"So I've decided to hand over the interrogation here to Junko as well. You don't have any objections, do you?"

Yamayu Kazuo stared speechlessly at Sato He, who was using the interrogation method to gradually break down Wang Shuyu's psychological defenses. "Wasn't it you who suggested this method? Now you're shamelessly pushing everything onto me. You damned bastard! As expected, the Sato family are all shameless!"

Miyama Yuichiro remained silent, while Sato He smiled at Song Rong:

"Junko, please sit down. You will be in charge of the interrogation from now on."

Song Rong nodded slightly, her expression cool and aloof. After sitting down next to Sato He, she looked at Zhao Xuan and said:
"Zhao Sang, please sit down. We still need your help with this interrogation."

(End of this chapter)