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

Chapter 149 Kagesa's Plan

"Uncle De, you've misunderstood, you've misunderstood!" Tang Ping cried out repeatedly, accusing himself of being wronged.

"Uncle De, I'm just here to deliver tea."

"Is that so?" Tang De stepped forward and reached for Tang Ping's waist, revealing a fine Browning pistol in his palm.

"Tang Ping, you're not going to tell me that this gun was also forced on you by someone else, are you, Mr. Goat?"

Tang Ping's expression changed drastically. The other party even knew his code name, which meant that he had been exposed.

“Let me tell you another secret,” Tang De leaned closer to Tang Ping and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, “Actually, the master never intended to side with the Japanese.”

"Everything you saw was a stage, including the document you saw and the conversation with Mr. Wen. These were all deliberately shown to you by Mr. Yingzuo."

"Are you planning to make your move tonight? Coincidentally, we're also ready to make our move tonight."

"Speaking of which, I have to thank you for all of this. If we can eliminate the agents of the Military Intelligence Bureau's Shanghai station today, you, Mr. Goat, will have made a great contribution."

"Now, you should have nothing to say, right?"

"You, you," Tang Ping was speechless with surprise...

Tang De waved his hand and ordered, "Take him away. Mr. Yingzuo will be here soon. Keep a close eye on him and don't let him die easily."

The two lackeys responded and shoved Tang Ping toward the door.

Tang De casually poured the hot tea into a spittoon on the side.

The clock struck 7:40, and a series of light footsteps sounded as Kageyama Masaki walked steadily into the Tang Mansion.

"Mr. Yingzuo, everything is proceeding according to your plan." Upon seeing Yingzuo appear, Tang De trotted forward and said in a fawning tone, "You are truly a master strategist, a brilliant strategist, and you anticipate the enemy's moves in every way."

"Tonight's plan went very smoothly. Perhaps after seeing the ugly faces of these people, the master will agree to cooperate with the Empire."

"Hahaha," Kageyama Shinji smiled, "Uncle De, you deserve a lot of credit for the success of this plan."

"Rest assured, as long as Elder Tang is willing to serve the Empire, he will certainly not shortchange you."

Tang De was overjoyed upon hearing this: "Thank you, Mr. Yingzuo."

Kageyama Shinji raised his hand slightly and said, "You're welcome. You deserve all of this."

“I told you long ago that as long as he is willing to befriend the Empire, he will definitely get what others dream of.”

“Mr. Yingzuo is right,” Tang De said, patting his chest. “I am willing to dedicate myself to the empire until my dying breath.”

Kageyama patted Tang De on the shoulder. "Is Old Tang inside?"

Tang De nodded: "I've been reading inside since after dinner and haven't gone out."

"That's good. Please pass on my message: I'd like to invite him to see a play, a very good one..."

Shanghai, French Concession, at the intersection of Jinxian Road and Ferguson Road...

At exactly 8 p.m., the coolness of the autumn night, along with the dampness of the Huangpu River, permeated the streets of the French Concession.

Yu Shi'an tightened the collar of his dark gray coat, his knuckles tracing the pattern of the Colt pistol in his pocket.

He stood at the tram stop on the corner of Ferguson Road, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over the crowd leaving the Grand Cinema across the street.

"Sir, would you like to buy a white rose?" the florist asked in a low voice, using the pre-arranged code.

Yu Shi'an took out his pocket watch and glanced at it; it was 8:03.

"Two, and wrap them nicely." He handed over a folded banknote, inside which were the instructions for action.

Across the street, two secret agents disguised as rickshaw pullers were leaning against the shaft of a rickshaw and smoking.

One of them suddenly started coughing violently, a sign that they were ready.

Yu Shi'an nodded gently and pinned the newly bought white rose to the second button on his chest.

"boom!"

A deafening explosion suddenly ripped through the night sky.

The explosives planted under the tracks were detonated precisely, and the turning tram emitted a piercing metallic twisting sound. The three carriages, like a wounded giant snake, lay across the middle of the intersection.

Glass shards rained down, and screams instantly echoed throughout the street. "The Japanese are killing people!" Yu Shi'an shouted in fluent Shanghainese, firing two shots into the air at the same time.

Panic spread like wildfire. Ladies in cheongsams dropped their handbags and fled in all directions, while gentlemen in suits jostled each other for shelter in shops along the street.

A fruit stand was overturned, oranges rolled all over the ground, and juice splattered everywhere as they were trampled by the panicked crowd.

Xie Zhipan, standing on the clock tower, watched the hands of his pocket watch move to 8:07.

In the distance, the sirens of ambulances grew louder as they approached.

He raised his binoculars, and the red cross of "Guangci Hospital" on the white car was particularly glaring under the streetlights.

Besides the ambulance, there was a black Citroën escorting it from both the front and the rear, but both were blocked by the chaotic crowd.

"Ready." Xie Zhipan whispered to the sniper beside him, while slowly pulling back the bolt of his Mauser 98k.

The ambulance driver's tense face was clearly visible through the scope.

"Bang!" The ambulance driver didn't even have time to react when the first shot rang out.

The bullet pierced the windshield, blooming into a flower of blood between his eyebrows.

The vehicle lost control and crashed into a fire hydrant on the roadside, causing a jet of high-pressure water to gush out and form a hazy mist under the streetlights.

"Action!" More than a dozen dark figures leaped out from the shadows of the street.

Xie Zhipan saw Yu Shian rush to the ambulance, only to be hit squarely by the suddenly opened door.

Two armed bodyguards jumped out of the car, bullets whizzing past Yu Shi'an's ears and sparking against the brick wall behind him.

"Bang! Bang!"

Xie Zhipan fired a series of sniper shots, and two bodyguards fell to the ground. The situation on the street corner changed rapidly, and the Kuomintang agents quickly surrounded the enemy under the cover of water mist.

An agent in a leather jacket had just pried open the back door of an ambulance when he was struck in the shoulder by a bullet flying from the shadows, and blood immediately stained the white door.

"Three o'clock!" Yu Shi'an shouted as he tackled his companion, but a bullet grazed his cheek, and warm blood flowed down his jawline.

He returned fire with three shots, and the gunman on the second floor of the coffee shop across the street fell out of the window, crashing onto the awning with a dull thud.

Inside the ambulance, an elderly man huddled trembling beside a stretcher, the hem of his dark blue long shirt soaked with blood.

"Captain, we've fallen for a trap. It's not Tang Shaoyi." An agent grabbed the man by the collar, only to find a man in his seventies.

It wasn't Tang Shaoyi at all.

"What's going on?" Yu Shi'an was about to step forward when suddenly the hairs on his body stood on end...

At the end of Ferguson Road, blinding headlights tore through the night as four Japanese sidecar motorcycles roared toward them, their light machine guns already warming up and spinning in the cargo bed.

"Damn it, we've fallen for their trap! Retreat! Retreat now!" Xie Zhipan's shout was almost inaudible amidst the gunfire.

The first wave of bullets had already swept in, and the newsstands on the street were instantly riddled with splinters.

A young agent was shot in the waist as soon as he turned around, and fell into the drainage ditch while still in a running posture.

Yu Shi'an, who was at the very front of the group, was not spared either. A barrage of bullets came down like a storm, taking the lives of several agents in an instant.

Although he reacted quickly, he was unable to dodge in time and was hit in the thigh by a bullet.

Dragging his injured leg, he rolled under the ambulance chassis, bullets piercing the metal body above his head, leaving a series of bumps.

He reached for the grenade at his waist, only to find that there was only one left.

Through the gap between the wheels, he saw the Japanese motorcycles adjusting their angles, and the machine gunners' ferocious faces flickering in the firelight.

"Old Xie, take the brothers and go." Yu Shi'an muttered to himself, biting off the pin on the grenade with his teeth.

In the instant the motorcycle turned, he threw the grenade with all his might toward the fuel tank. The blast wave knocked him over, and hot metal fragments grazed his cheek, but amidst the deafening roar, he clearly heard the deafening explosions of the motorcycle's fuel tanks.

On the rooftop, Xie Zhipan's last sight was of Yu Shi'an leaning against the burning ambulance, his blood-stained fingers slowly tracing the already tattered white rose on his chest.

As the trucks of the Japanese reinforcements roared closer, Xie Zhipan gritted his teeth and made a hand gesture, leading the remaining brothers into the intricate alleyways.

(End of this chapter)