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

Chapter 150 Blood debt must be paid with blood

At 9:20 p.m., the smoke of battle had not yet dissipated.

The wreckage of the ambulance was still burning, with black smoke and sparks rising into the night sky.

Corpses lay scattered haphazardly on the street, including agents of the Kuomintang secret service and members of the Nanjing Special Service Committee. Blood mixed with water sprayed from fire hydrants, forming dark red streams on the asphalt road.

A short while later, a black sedan appeared before everyone's eyes, slowly stopping at the street corner. The door opened, and Kagesa Masaki stepped out.

He was dressed in a sharp suit, and his leather shoes slid through the blood without him even flinching.

Behind him, two military policemen protected Tang Shaoyi and followed closely behind.

"Old Tang, look," Kageyama Shinjiro gestured, his voice gentle yet carrying an undeniable air of authority, "this is Yamashiro's sincerity towards you."

Tang Shaoyi's face was pale, and his fingers trembled slightly.

His gaze fell on Yu Shi'an's body, the young man lying face up next to the ambulance, his chest riddled with bullet holes.

Tang Shaoyi murmured, "They've come to kill me."

Yingzuo Zhenzhao smiled slightly, walked slowly to Tang Shaoyi's side, and said in a low voice, "Old Tang, you are right. You should know the style of the Military Intelligence Bureau."

"It is better to kill a thousand innocent people than to let one guilty person go free."

“Even if your status is more noble than that of ordinary people, in their eyes, you deserve to die because you did not explicitly express your support for Shancheng.”

“I know someone has sent you a message asking if you remember the oath you made in front of Dr. Sun Yat-sen’s portrait.”

“I believe that as long as it brings peace to the South and benefits the people, it does not violate your original vow.”

Tang Shaoyi's pupils contracted slightly; clearly, his every move was under Japanese surveillance.

The servants in the house, and even the butler Tang De, could all be their people.

"It seems that Mr. Kagesa had made arrangements in advance, which is why he invited me to watch this show."

"It's just being prepared," Yingzuo Zhenzhao chuckled. "We're not like those people in Yamashiro; we value Elder Tang very much."

As he spoke, Kagesa waved his hand, and a military policeman opened the back door of the ambulance and dragged out a bloodied and mangled corpse.

This person was dressed in the same long gown as Tang Shaoyi, and his face was carefully disguised, even down to the white hair at his temples.

Unless you get up close, no one can tell that this is a stand-in.

"This is..." Tang Shaoyi's pupils suddenly constricted.

"A double prepared for you," Kageyama Yoshiaki said calmly. "The Military Intelligence Bureau thought they were killing you, but in reality, you've always been safe."

Tang Shaoyi looked around. The streets were riddled with bullet holes, and the air was thick with the smell of blood and gunpowder.

In the distance, the French Concession police were sealing off the scene, but the Japanese military police had already taken over the area, and no one dared to intervene.

Kageyama Yoshiaki observed his expression and continued, "Old Tang, don't you understand?"

"The mountain city has abandoned you. They'd rather kill the innocent than let you live and join us."

Tang Shaoyi closed his eyes, his chest heaving violently.

Kageyama Yoshiaki knew that the time was right.

He slowly took out a document from his pocket and handed it to Tang Shaoyi.

"This is the appointment letter for the new government's Premier. The terms are all listed; all that's needed is your signature."

Kageyama Masaaki's voice was almost seductive, "Sign it, and you'll be the leader of the new government. We can immediately send you to a safe place, and your family will receive the best protection."

Tang Shaoyi's fingers trembled, but he did not take it.

Kagesa Tsuneaki was not in a hurry; he simply raised his hand slightly.

In the distance, the door of a black sedan opened, and Tang Shaoyi's granddaughter was brought out. The little girl was so frightened that her face turned pale, but she dared not cry out.

"Grandpa," she called out timidly. Tang Shaoyi opened his eyes abruptly, his face turning ashen.

Yingzuo Zhenzhao smiled: "Elder Tang, time is running out; you must make a choice."

Tang Shaoyi looked at his granddaughter, then at the corpses scattered on the ground, and finally, with trembling hands, reached out and took the document.
The secret base of the Military Intelligence Bureau on Jinbei Road in Shanghai.

Inside the secret outpost of the Military Intelligence Bureau's Shanghai station, Xie Zhipan's fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

A meticulously planned hunt turned out this way.

Of the 26 people in the two groups, 17 died, one is missing, two are seriously injured, and three are slightly injured.

Only Xie Zhipan, his support marksman, and his scout were unharmed.

“Why did this happen? Explain the entire operation from beginning to end,” Zhao Lijun’s voice was low and icy cold. “Don’t omit any detail.”

Xie Zhipan swallowed hard, his gaze drifting to the window, as if he were back in that nightmarish night.

"According to the plan, we will split into three groups. Lao Yu will lead the first group to be responsible for the frontal assault, I will lead the third group to provide support in the back alley, and Captain Lü will go to hold off the reinforcements from the French Concession police station."

"Deputy Station Chief Yu's plan is to first detonate explosives at the intersection of Jinxian Road and Ferguson Road to create a riot. I will lead Grey Pigeon and Bamboo Viper to provide aerial surveillance, ensuring they can successfully complete their mission."

Xie Zhipan's voice trailed off, "According to the previous plan, the ambulance transporting Tang Shaoyi did arrive on time. But when Lao Yu and the others rushed up..."

"Go on."

“I shot and took care of the driver, while Lao Yu dealt with Tang Shaoyi in the ambulance.”

"I saw Lao Yu and the others fight with the secret agents escorting the ambulance from the top floor. Suddenly, I shouted, 'We've been tricked!' Immediately afterward, the Japanese arrived."

"They deployed a heavily armed military police squadron, at least three three-wheeled motorcycles equipped with machine guns. Lao Yu and his men didn't even have time to react; many of their brothers were killed in a single encounter..."

Xie Zhipan's fists clenched white. "I heard Lao Yu shout 'Retreat,' but it was too late."

"To cover our retreat, he used a grenade to destroy a three-wheeled vehicle, but he himself was riddled with bullets."

"I realized it was too late for a rescue, so I had no choice but to lead the remaining people to evacuate through the sewers."

"Who has access to the complete action plan?" Zhao Lijun remained silent for a long time before suddenly standing up, his eyes sharp as knives, staring intently at Xie Zhipan in front of him.

“You, me, Lao Yu, Lu Tao, the leader of the second group responsible for monitoring the French Concession police station, and, and…” Xie Zhipan suddenly stopped.

"Who else?" Zhao Lijun said impatiently, "Who else knows?"

Xie Zhipan hesitated for a moment before saying, "Ms. Mao from the telecommunications group."

Zhao Lijun's expression changed slightly: "You mean Mao Qiuying?"

Do you think Mao Qiuying has a problem?

Before Xie Zhipan could answer, a knock came at the door...

A soft, melodious female voice came through: "Station Master, urgent telegram from headquarters."

That voice belonged to Mao Qiuying from the telecommunications team.

Zhao Lijun slightly raised his hand, signaling Xie Zhipan to relax, and composed himself before saying, "Come in."

The door opened, and a young woman in a light blue cheongsam walked in, holding a telegram in her hand.

Her gaze lingered on Xie Zhipan for a moment before quickly shifting away.

"Stationmaster, please take a look at the telegram sent by Boss Dai."

Zhao Lijun took the telegram and read it carefully, his face flushing slightly.

The operation resulted in the loss of a deputy station chief and more than a dozen elite agents. How could Boss Dai's tone be any better? It was practically an insult to Zhao Lijun's entire family and all his predecessors.

However, in the end, Boss Dai still gave the following instructions: "Order a thorough investigation of the relevant personnel of the Shanghai Military Intelligence Station, await further assassination orders, and make sure that Tang Shaoyi pays for his blood debt."

(End of this chapter)