Spy Wars: Return of the Red Luan

Chapter 82 Sorge's New News

Back home, check as usual.

"Hmph, your reasoning is wrong! They came out from the back door, so I only killed one driver!" After returning home, Fujiwara Mio felt unsatisfied and teased Chen Jiehua that there was something wrong with his reasoning.

"It's just speculation after all. We hadn't thought there was an observation post on the third floor opposite! We also didn't expect them to send a small agent out to check it out, did we?"

"Luckily, the comrades were alert and didn't move when the little spy came out, otherwise we would have returned empty-handed today."

"Mio, let's review this. If we switched places, would you notice the meaning of the little spy's actions? After the little spy came out to check and confirmed it was safe, he didn't go back. Instead, he raised a hand at the entrance of the alley."

"His raised hand has a clear meaning, a hint for those observing from the dark. Where is the observer? Based on the line of sight and the angle, he's most likely on the rooftop of Building 43. You need to use the night light to find him!"

"Because at this time, if the observation post on the third floor has a rifle and is an accurate shooter, it will pose a great threat to our comrades! Therefore, the first person to be eliminated after the gunfire is the observation post!"

"But luckily, today is the eleventh day of the lunar month, so there's plenty of moonlight. If it were the first day, or a cloudy day with no moonlight, it would be troublesome. We can only estimate the enemy's likely hiding place based on the roof structure. So, Bai Xin's fate is doomed today! Choosing the middle of the month is also heaven's will!"

"Of course, it's a good thing the other spy was a rookie. If they were top-tier agents, they would have seen us, No. 31 and No. 61, running back and forth in the moonlight. Shadows don't lie."

After reviewing the situation, Chen Jiehua reminded himself that he must give his all to any mission, any time, and any opponent, taking environmental factors into consideration and not being careless. This time was just a fluke, but what about next time?
At 9 o'clock the next morning, Aoki Takashi and Fujiwara Mio went to Hehefang on Xiafei Road again as Japanese home buyers to finalize the house they wanted to buy.

When the two arrived at the gate of Hehefang, the gate had been blocked by a cordon and patrol police were maintaining order.

Chen Jiehua and Fujiwara Mio stood on the roadside, listening to the discussions of the people inside and those watching the excitement nearby. They confirmed that 9 people were killed and a woman and the driver were seriously injured.

That's it. The driver and the woman have nothing to do with the target. As long as we make sure the target is dead, that's enough.

"Mio, there was a murder here, and so many people died? This house is unlucky. Let's not buy it for now, and look for another place!"

As the two were about to turn and leave, Chen Jiehua, who had surprisingly good eyesight, spotted a familiar figure at the edge of the cordon! A foreign journalist!
Holy shit! Why are you everywhere?
What Chen Jiehua saw in the crowd was naturally the bound Sorge. Sorge also saw the Aoki Qiao couple.

The two followed Sorge to the Cathay Hotel on the Bund.

The Cathay Hotel is in the Chicago School Gothic style. It was built not long ago and is super luxurious, so only foreign guests can enter here. Chen Jiehua brought Fujiwara Mio and found Sorge in a booth after showing their ID.

When Chen Jiehua arrived at a new place, he habitually checked whether there were any eavesdropping devices first. Sorge opposite him shook his head and nodded at him, meaning that he had already checked.

"Mr. Aoki, long time no see."

Based on Aoki Qiao's attire and the address of the waiter at the door, Sorge judged that Chen Jiehua was still using the Japanese identity Aoki Qiao, and he himself was using German. The signal he was giving to Aoki Qiao was, please call me by my German identity, demonstrating the professional qualities of a top international agent.

"Mr. Alexander Johnson?"

Aoki Qiao caught the signal, which was German, but he was still not sure, so he asked softly in German, and the other party nodded.

"I'm a special correspondent for the Deutsche Werke Zeitung." "What are you doing on Joffre Road, Deutsche Werke Zeitung reporter? The dead have nothing to do with your food, do they?"

"Oh, as a distinguished oriental gentleman, you should possess sufficient aristocratic qualities. I haven't finished speaking yet. I am also a special contributor to a German sociology magazine."

"The Honorable Mr. Alexander Johnson is really capable of doing something."

"I think Mr. Aoki is also busy in Shanghai."

"I'm indeed not idle. I opened a drugstore, the Qingmu chain drugstore, right on Jing'an Temple Road." Chen Jiehua signaled to Sorge that it was his drugstore, we were one family, and he could come find him there if he had any problems.

"That's not all I'm talking about. The police station's firearms expert found a 7mm rifle bullet in a driver's head. It was a Garand, Warsaw." Sorge finally figured out that the unusual gunshot was from a Garand semi-automatic rifle.

Sorge just wanted to figure out the reason for the gunshot. Everyone is curious, but he didn't want to go into details about where Chen Jiehua's gun was hidden.

After all, he is a true friend, and the two times he used the rifle were when he was helping you.

Sorge hinted to Chen Jiehua that the police station had found the bullet, a special bullet. Currently, only Garand used this 7mm bullet. He also mentioned Warsaw inexplicably, meaning that I know this is your masterpiece. The police station has already noticed it. You must hide it well and be careful when using it again.

Chen Jiehua received Sorge's hint and was shocked. It was only 1929, and the police station was using firearms experts? That was an exaggeration, right? And it was only nine o'clock, so the battle had only lasted ten hours!

It seems that I need to change my gun. I can no longer use the Garand in Shanghai! At least until the Garand enters Shanghai, I can no longer use mine.

"In addition, the firearms expert found traces of left-handed pistols on all three victims," ​​Sorge added.

Left-handed gun? Who in the organization is left-handed? I didn't care! This is really a problem. I must let Zhao Shiyu remind him as soon as possible!
Sorge told Chen Jiehua these things. It was obvious that he was helping you, so he naturally had no intention of telling the police station.

"Mr. Johnson, where can I find you later if I need you?"

"Oh, don't you know Eastern metaphysics? Look, I will appear in front of you when you need me!" After completing the information transmission, Sorge had the idea of ​​arguing with Chen Jiehua again.

Fujiwara Mio had become accustomed to the two people bickering. The two weeks of fleeing from Warsaw to Moscow were difficult and arduous, but because the two people were bickering all the time, they were still in a happy mood throughout the journey. Now she felt like she was back to that time. Fujiwara Mio felt inexplicably happy and smiled sweetly at Sorge opposite her.

Sorge felt the wonderful time of friendship from Fujiwara Mio's smile, and couldn't help but smile at the two of them.

Chen Jiehua rolled his eyes at Sorge. He was not in the mood to argue with him, nor did he have time to see him laugh. "Is this okay?"

"It's too expensive here. I just arrived in Shanghai the day before yesterday, so this is just a temporary stay. My finances can't support me living here long-term."

You mean you're short of money.

　The trajectory of a bullet fired by a left-handed person is different from that fired by a right-handed person. It is not clear where the identification began first, but it is certain that Mr. Cui, my country's chief expert in gun and bullet trace identification, can determine the left or right hand origin of a bullet.

　
(End of this chapter)