Spy game? Stop guessing, I really am an undercover agent!

Chapter 135 If China is to perish, the people of Hunan will be the first to die out.
The dim basement light outlined the man's lean profile; his cheekbones were high, his eyes deep-set, yet his gaze was unusually calm, like two bottomless ancient wells, undisturbed by any ripples.
Upon recognizing the newcomer, the titmouse was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Director Lin, it's you!"

"Everyone, put your guns away!"

"This is Colonel Lin Zhao, director of the Special Tactics Research Office and head of the Fourth Division of the Military Intelligence Bureau."

Hearing what the titmouse said, everyone was shocked. This Director Lin was well-known and no weaker than the four henchmen under Boss Dai.

Within the Military Intelligence Bureau, there were the Four Great Vajras and the Two Great Killers.

The Four Great Generals were Wan Tianmu, Zhao Lijun, Chen Gongshu, and Shen Shuyi.

One of the two killing gods was named Jansen, whose real name was Yin Maoxuan.
The other one is Lin Zhao, whose original name was Lin Shixian. He was from Huangpikeng Village, Yongtian Township, Pan'an County, Zhejiang Province.

He studied in Wucheng during his youth. At the age of nineteen, he abandoned his studies to join the army. He applied to the Air Force at the Jianqiao Aviation Military Base in Hangzhou but failed. He was discovered by Guo Cong, one of the key members of the Fuxing Society at the time, and joined the Fuxing Society's special training group.

He is proficient in close combat, drugs, explosives, and other special skills.

In 1935, he assassinated Wang Fucheng, a traitor in Beiping, by planting explosives under his car and killing Wang Fucheng on the spot.

Afterwards, Lin Zhao was highly valued by Boss Dai and was put in charge of establishing a special tactics research lab.

This department specializes in researching weapons for killing, poisons, and all sorts of deadly contraptions.

After the Blue Camp retreated to the mountain city, Boss Dai was ordered to establish the Military Intelligence Bureau. Lin Zhao served as the director of the Fourth Division of the Military Intelligence Bureau, which was also the Special Service Division, and the deputy director was Colonel Xie Yuanzhi.
Everyone put away their guns and saluted the newcomer: "Good morning, Director Lin."

Lin Zhao returned the gun to Shan Que, looked around at everyone and said, "Please don't be so polite, everyone. I've come here on a special mission."

"By the way, what were you studying just now?"

Shan Que quickly invited Lin Zhao to sit down and told him about the previous controversy among everyone.

"The anvil team leader's idea is on the right track; cutting off the water supply line is indeed a radical solution."

Lin Zhao nodded slightly and said, "Team Leader Peregrine's concerns are not unfounded. A direct assault would be too costly and risky."

"The key lies in intelligence and timing." He raised his head, looking calmly at the Sparrow and the others, and said slowly, "Headquarters just received intelligence."

"A fleet of ships carrying special supplies set sail from Huishan Wharf in Shanghai, bound for the front line in Tianjia Town."

"In addition to a batch of medicines and supplies, the ship also carried a batch of ammunition, specifically Type 92 infantry gun ammunition that had just been transported from Japan and assigned to the 106th Division, as well as a batch of newly arrived engineering and demolition equipment."

"The 106th Division is launching a fierce attack on Ruichang. Commander Xue is under immense pressure. The Japanese are now counting on these shells to break through the defenses."

"In order to relieve the pressure on Commander Xue, headquarters hopes that the Military Intelligence Bureau personnel in Wuhan will do their best to destroy this batch of explosives and supplies."

"This mission must succeed; failure is not an option."

Upon hearing this, the titmouse perked up, squinted its eyes, and slowly traced the blue line representing the Yangtze River on the map with its fingertip, seemingly trying to determine the other party's route.

"Director Lin, is your information reliable?"

Lin Zhao said in a deep voice: "After the news was sent back to headquarters, it was handed over to the Shanghai Military Intelligence Station for detailed investigation. After repeated confirmation by the agents of the Shanghai Military Intelligence Station, the intelligence was true. This transport fleet is not large in scale, consisting of two medium-sized cargo ships, the Jiangjin Maru and the Jinhe, each escorted by two inland gunboats."

"Based on the flight path, we'll pass through here around midnight tomorrow." Lin Zhao's fingertip precisely pointed to an inconspicuous bend on the map that the titmouse had just drawn: "Niugutan".

“Niugutan,” the mountain sparrow’s eyes lit up for a moment. “I’ve heard of this place. The currents here are complicated, and the waterway is narrower and more dangerous than Yemaoji. Even the searchlights of the Japanese gunboats can’t illuminate all the blind spots when sailing at night.”

“Exactly.” Lin Zhao nodded slightly. “More importantly, the intelligence from the Shanghai Military Intelligence Station also included a crucial detail: the captain of the Third Transport Squadron of the Japanese Navy’s Transport Department, who was in charge of this escort mission, was Lieutenant Koji Matsumoto, a notorious drunkard.”

"The fleet will probably arrive in Jiujiang around 6 p.m. the day after tomorrow. After that, they will unload some supplies and medicines. When they dock for resupply, I believe Matsumoto will definitely not be able to stand it after two days without drinking. He will definitely sneak ashore to find some alcohol."

"There is only one sake bar near Jiujiang Port, and we have already taken control of the owner there."

"At that time, we will arrange for a female wine connoisseur who can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk to approach the other party, confirm their itinerary, and ensure that the final plan will not deviate."

"If there are any problems, she will notify us to cancel the operation immediately."

Upon hearing the name Matsumoto Koji, the intelligence team leader, Bat, noticed a glint in his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses, and for the first time, a slight smile curved his lips: "Matsumoto Koji?"

"I know this person. He's that idiot who lost the escort documents in Nanjing while drunk?"

Iron Anvil's eyes lit up: "Director Lin, give this job to me. I know that godforsaken place, Niugutan, inside and out!"

"I don't need too many men. Give me a few brothers who are good swimmers and have a lot of guts, and bring some mines. As long as the Japanese gunboats' searchlights go out and their speed becomes erratic, I guarantee I'll make sure all those treasures sink to the bottom of the river to feed the turtles!"

Lin Zhao was slightly taken aback, and his gaze fell on the titmouse beside him. After a moment of contemplation, the titmouse nodded vigorously: "The anvil and the person, you choose yourself."

"They must be absolutely reliable, top-notch swimmers, and willing to risk their lives. I will prioritize their equipment allocation."

"But there's one condition: I need to see the details of this action plan before midnight tonight."

“Remember,” his voice suddenly lowered, carrying a chilling undertone, “only success is allowed. The ship must sink in the main channel of Niugutan. If it fails… you know our rules.”

Iron Anvil suddenly stood up straight, his chest puffed out, his eyes burning with a fanatical flame and a desperate determination: "Please rest assured, Director Lin and the officers, the ship won't sink. Iron Anvil and my brothers will sink to the bottom of the river ourselves!"

Lin Zhao glanced at the Niugutan Bend on the map, which resembled the throat of a giant beast, and the dense military symbols surrounding it, representing countless lives and the fate of a city.

"Brothers, this operation is related to the fate and future of the Party and the country. We must cooperate with the Anvil to complete the mission no matter what."

"Please rest assured, Director Lin, we will definitely assist the Iron Anvil Brothers in completing their mission."

"Alright, everyone, disperse and prepare yourselves for the final orders."

Under the dim green light, four figures silently rose and quickly disappeared into the shadows of the basement, like drops of water flowing into a deep pool. Only the map on the table, burned through, remained, silently telling of the impending storm and flames in the deathly heat.

After everyone left, Lin Zhao also got up and walked out of the Western-style building. A rumbling sound came from above, and the rolling sound waves swept across the dark night sky of Wuhan.

The following day, in the afternoon.
The sky above Niugutan was heavily shrouded in low-hanging, leaden-gray clouds, with only the occasional Japanese reconnaissance plane briefly breaking the suffocating silence with its shrill whistles that sounded like tearing fabric.

The anvil lay prostrate on the edge of a dense reed bed on the north bank of Niugutan, its body pressed against the damp mud, which was scorching hot from the blazing sun.

The heaviness in his code name now seemed to have taken on a tangible weight, pressing heavily on his shoulders.

Sweat stung his eyes, but he didn't blink, staring intently at the murky water downstream through the gaps in the crisscrossing reeds.

Niugutan, a stretch of water known as the "Gate of Hell," is now revealing its grotesque, barren state during the dry season.

Large, jagged, dark brown reefs, like the fangs of a giant beast, pierce the murky river water and are exposed to the scorching air.

The main channel in the middle of the river was squeezed into an extremely narrow space, and the turbulent water rushed left and right among the reefs, stirring up turbid whirlpools filled with the aura of death.

From deeper within the reeds behind us, came a very faint rustling sound.

Those were the demolition team members he personally selected: "Wrench," "Hammer," "Wedge," and "Rivet."
These people's code names, combined with the team leader's anvil, clearly indicate a professional repairman setup.
The entire demolition team lay in wait, like clay sculptures.

Their faces were covered with a thick layer of camouflage mixed with mud and grass juice, sweat etched deep furrows on them, only their eyes shone brightly in the shadows.

After the planes completed their patrol mission, they slowly flew away. Once the planes were out of sight, the anvil raised its hand, and the crowd crawled together in the reeds.

"Brothers, do you all understand today's mission?"

The anvil slowly said, "Our targets for this operation are the Japanese naval transport ships 'Ezu Maru' and 'Tsuwa'."

"The ship was carrying medical supplies provided by the Navy to the Seventh Fleet, as well as ammunition and heavy weapons urgently needed by the 106th Division. The destination was the Wuhan front."

"As you all know, the pressure on the front lines in Wuhan is immense. The higher-ups have executed Han Fuqu, the Shandong Provincial Chairman who fled, and Xue Weiying, who was cowardly in battle."

"Now, Commander Zhang of the Second War Zone has also withdrawn, and only Commander Xue is risking his life to build a defensive line in the Lushan area and fight the Japanese army to the death."

"Those Japanese water devils from the Hata Detachment are eyeing Commander Xue covetously. In order to buy Commander Xue some time to build the Lushan defense line, we must complete the mission, even if it costs us our lives, we must blow up the Japanese supply ship."

Hammer, speaking in fluent Hunan dialect, said, "Team leader, if China is to perish, we Hunanese will be the first to die out."

"As long as there are people in Hunan, they can forget about conquering China."

"Don't try to take it from me, I'll be in charge of tonight's demolition mission."

"Hammer, what do you mean by that, you son of a bitch?" the gruff voice said. "You want to be a hero? I don't want to be one."

"Leave the demolition mission to me. I guarantee I can capsize the Japanese transport ship."

As Iron Anvil watched the group argue, a tear welled up in his eye: "My brothers are not afraid of death, but if it's time to die, it's not your turn."

"I'll be in charge of this demolition mission again. Hammer, wedge, and wrench, the three of you will be responsible for installing the anchor mines."

"Rivet, you're in charge of martial law and operations."
(End of this chapter)