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

Chapter 160 Think of a way
"Chief, it's so late, is there something important you need to tell me?"

Boss Dai looked up and saw that the person who had come in was Zheng Yaoquan, the director of the Military Intelligence Bureau Secretariat.

"Yaoquan, you're here. Please have a seat."

Zheng Yaoquan sat down as instructed. Before he could speak, Boss Dai pushed Zhao Lijun's telegram in front of him.

Zheng Yaoquan glanced at it and couldn't help but sigh, "Brother Wenbai is wholeheartedly devoted to the Party and the country. Although he has made some minor mistakes, they do not overshadow his merits. He is truly loyal and courageous."

"Director, what's the meaning of your summons?"

Zhao Lijun's nickname in the Military Intelligence Bureau was "Chasing Life Tai Sui". Wenbai was his courtesy name, which was said to have been given to him by the old man after he killed Yang Xinfo and Shi Liangcai.

After a moment of contemplation, Boss Dai said, "Wenbai's selfless sacrifice is indeed a model for us all."

"The Shanghai incident can't be entirely blamed on him. However, news came from Nanjing that Tang Shaoyi has decided to move his entire family to Nanjing in October."

"The higher-ups heard the news and were furious. They have given an order that Tang Shaoyi must not be allowed to reach Nanjing alive."

"Therefore, the assassination of Tang Shaoyi is imperative."

"There aren't many people available in Shanghai right now. I'd like to ask you if it's possible to get some intelligence from Mount Fuji."

"Help the Shanghai station get rid of this traitor."

Zheng Yaoquan nodded. "Yes, I'll talk to Sakura and see if there's anything I can do to help."

"Director, if there's nothing else, I'll head back now."

Upon hearing this, Boss Dai revealed a meaningful expression and nodded slightly.

If Zheng Yaoquan is called out so late and doesn't go back, his wife will cause trouble again.

Zheng Yaoquan's wife, Ke Sufang, was a notoriously shrew.

Zheng Yaoquan was extremely concerned about his image and considered himself superior, disdaining to ask for money. However, in a place like Chongqing, you couldn't survive without money.

So he took a different approach and started targeting his wife.

In short, it meant having Ke Sufang go to the logistics department to ask for money, food, and supplies. As the director of the secretariat, whenever the Military Intelligence Bureau had anything good, Zheng Yaoquan would have his wife come and choose it.

The people in the logistics department acted like mice before a cat when they saw her. Moreover, she not only had a sharp eye, but she was also incredibly shameless, a typical person who would take advantage of anyone.

It is precisely because of Ke Sufang's personality that Zheng Yaoquan had no worries.

Shanghai, Huangpu Beach Road, Pearl Park...

Song Yilin sat on a bench shaded by sycamore trees, intently sketching the sunset on her easel.

Sunlight danced on the red pen in her hand.

Her inner world was not as calm as it appeared.

I wonder if the intelligence she risked sending out earlier was delivered safely?

Will this reduce the number of casualties among the soldiers on the front lines?
More importantly, at 3 p.m. yesterday, she had just received instructions from headquarters that her group needed to provide some important intelligence.

5:00 PM...

A familiar figure appeared at the end of the path.

Chen Yang walked with ease, his briefcase swaying gently with each step, his sharp gaze sweeping quickly across his surroundings behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

Soon, he saw Song Yilin on the bench, and the familiar textbooks from Shanghai University in her arms, which was a sign that everything was safe.

Chen Yang did not go forward immediately. Instead, he walked to a newsstand not far away, bought a copy of the day's "Shen Bao," and then strolled over, as if he was just looking for a quiet corner to read the newspaper.

Holding the newspaper, Chen Yang sat down on another bench next to Song Yilin, separated by a clump of lush holly bushes. Unfolding the newspaper, his gaze seemed drawn to the front-page battle report.

Song Yilin didn't look up, continuing to sketch on the canvas, a beautiful painting was about to be completed.

Her lips moved slightly, her voice as soft as a whisper, yet it reached Chen Yang's ears clearly: "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's nearing dusk."

Chen Yang turned a page of the newspaper. After hearing the voice, he raised his eyes slightly and looked at Song Yilin's painting, replying in a low voice: "Though the sun sets late, its afterglow still fills the sky."

"Miss's paintings have quite a bit of charm."

This is him implying that the intelligence transmission is about to begin.

Song Yilin's heart skipped a beat.

She pulled a copy of "A Brief History of English Literature" from the textbooks in her arms, as if she were looking up some information.

This action indicates a readiness to receive signals.

Chen Yang began to convey the core intelligence in a steady and clear manner, his voice extremely low:

"Reporting to headquarters: 'Sakura' has received the following latest assessment intelligence from the 106th 'Matsui' Division!" He paused for half a second to make sure no one was approaching, and continued: "First, the 106th Division's shortage of supplies has been confirmed to be worsening."

"We recently received an urgent telegram from its logistics department: the field hospital is almost out of quinine and sulfonamides, the mortality rate of seriously wounded soldiers has soared, the ammunition reserves for rifles and machine guns are only enough to sustain high-intensity combat for three days, the gasoline reserves are running out, and the mobility is limited."

Song Yilin's fingers unconsciously traced across the pages of the book, as if she were taking notes.

"II. Firepower Allocation Supplement: It has been confirmed that due to continuous shelling and transportation losses in the past few days, the actual number of usable mountain guns in its division's artillery regiment (102nd Field Artillery Regiment) is less than 30% of its authorized strength. The heavy machine gun company is suffering from ammunition shortages, resulting in extremely poor firepower sustainability. Furthermore, there is no commitment to direct air support, and the company relies on the Hankou base, leading to a slow response."

"Third, personnel status update." Chen Yang's voice deepened. "Division Commander Junroku Matsuura is clearly anxious and has repeatedly bypassed his superiors to urge for supplies."

"Due to previous losses and the malaria epidemic, the combat effectiveness of its 111th Infantry Brigade (Mountain Brigade) has been downgraded to less than 60%. Most of the replacement soldiers are from Taiwan and North Korea, and their fighting spirit is weak, with frequent desertion incidents."

"Recently, the 106th Division once again requested a large amount of supplies, but this was refused by the logistics minister, Fumita Sato. I predict that in order to ensure combat effectiveness, they will risk taking the Wanjialing Trail and directly attack the rear of the Blue Army."

"Commander Xue should be reminded to pay close attention to the movements of the 106th Division and to prevent them from launching a surprise attack on the rear, which could lead to the collapse of the defensive line."

The intelligence was concise yet weighty, clearly outlining the vulnerable nature of the 106th Division, a trapped beast.

What Song Yilin found even more unbelievable was that, despite the impact on supplies and personnel, the 106th Division still planned to launch a surprise attack by cutting across the rear of the Lushan defense line from Wanjialing.

The Japanese are truly fearless.

Quickly memorizing every key point and confirming that the intelligence record was accurate, Song Yilin breathed a sigh of relief.

"The intelligence source is reliable and top secret. You must send this message out immediately."

"We are eagerly awaiting news from the front lines at Wanjialing!" Chen Yang's tone carried an undeniable sense of urgency.

"Understood." Song Yilin closed the book and nodded slightly.

After transmitting the intelligence, Chen Yang folded the newspaper into a square and was just about to leave when Song Yilin's voice rang out again.

"Wait a minute, a few days ago a mouse got into the house and chewed up some things, but thankfully the problem has been solved."

"Now the boss wants to ask you if you can provide any assistance with the business they were in charge of last time."

Chen Yang was slightly taken aback. Song Yilin meant that there was a mole within the Military Intelligence Bureau, but it had already been dealt with.

They now want to continue their plan to assassinate Tang Shaoyi and hope that I can provide some assistance.

After a moment's thought, Chen Yang lowered his voice and said, "The boss's deal is worth doing, but the key is to get those two gatekeepers on our side."

"Okay, the detailed plan is to go to Yong'an Department Store to pick it up at 2 PM tomorrow. I'll be going now..."

(End of this chapter)