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

Chapter 164 Don’t say you didn’t predict what you said

Zuo Mingquan composed himself, took a breath, and pushed open the office door.

Chen Yang sat behind his desk with a gloomy expression, flipping through the investigation report on Tang Shaoyi's murder.

In fact, this report is mostly similar to the Special Higher Police's on-site investigation report, except that it lacks a testimony from driver Wu Feng.

These testimonies prove that Zhang Zixian is a prime suspect, having suddenly left his post just moments before the murder and remaining missing ever since.

The driver was lying in a different spot from the group, which is why he didn't hear Zhang Zixian's words.

Now, the three people who could prove Zhang Zixian was innocent have all been eliminated by the Military Intelligence Bureau.

Zhang Zixian became a crucial figure in this assassination attempt.

The Japanese had already concluded that he was suspected of treason, which was a bolt from the blue for the intelligence agencies.

"Sir, sir," Zuo Mingquan called out, his voice trembling.

After spending several months together, Zuo Mingquan had come to understand Chen Yang's personality. If Chen Yang immediately flew into a rage and threw things, it meant that the matter was open to discussion.

But if they remain silent, or even have a mocking expression, then someone is likely to be in big trouble.

Wu Chang from the last action team is the best proof.

"Do you know you're keeping a ghost in your house?" Chen Yang threw the Special Higher Police report at Zuo Mingquan.

"You didn't even know you were raising a ghost? How did you become the head of the secret service?"

Zuo Mingquan picked up the report shakily and asked in a low voice, "Who is the ghost? Sir, is there some misunderstanding?"

Chen Yang sneered: "It's a misunderstanding. The Japanese have all said that Tang Weng's assassination was deliberately orchestrated by someone who planted a Kuomintang assassin."

"Three of the surveillance personnel are now dead, and eyewitnesses say that Zhang Zixian is the one with the problem."

"Is the problem really with him? How do you explain that to me...?"

Zuo Mingquan's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly said, "Sir, Zhang Zixian is my nephew. I brought him in myself, and he is definitely not a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau."

Chen Yang said angrily, "Just because he's your nephew doesn't mean he can't be a ghost. If he's your nephew, he can't betray you."

"Do you know how many people throughout history have died at the hands of their own brothers?"

“You can’t even trust your own father, and he’s just a nephew.”

"What? You think I'm wronging him?"

"If it wasn't him, could it be you?"

Zuo Mingquan quickly shook his head like a rattle drum: "No, no, no, sir, I am utterly loyal."

Chen Yang's expression hardened, and he sneered, "Very well, you are all loyal subjects of the Great, so are you trying to say that I am the mole?"

Zuo Mingquan's face turned deathly pale with fright, and his voice trembled with a hint of tears: "Sir, please don't scare me."

"How could you possibly be the mole? You weren't involved in any of these operations. No one would suspect you..."

Chen Yang said with a stern face, "You say you won't doubt it, so you won't doubt it?"

"The most important task now is to bring back the people from the Tang Mansion and find Zhang Zixian first."

Zuo Mingquan said aggrievedly, "I've been looking for it all day, but I can't find it." I bought a hiking backpack last year; it's super durable.

Chen Yang slammed his hand on the table with a loud bang: "Just because you can't find it doesn't mean you don't need to look for it? Director Zuo, are you out of your mind?"

“Let me tell you, it’s not just me waiting for your explanation now, the Japanese are waiting for your explanation too.”

"I'll give you two days. Whether you sniff with your dog nose or dig with your dog paws, if you can't find Zhang Zixian alive, I'll take him even if he's dead."

“Otherwise, I couldn’t protect you either.” Chen Yang snorted coldly, stood up and walked out. As he passed Zuo Mingquan, Chen Yang suddenly stopped, reached out and patted his cheek, smiling sinisterly, “Director Zuo, don’t say I didn’t warn you…”

Japan, Tokyo, Ministry of the Army.

"Baka! Useless! You're all useless!" General Doi-Yuan's roar almost lifted the roof off the tatami room.

He had just received an urgent telegram from Colonel Fujita Tsuyoshi of the Shanghai Special Higher Police: Tang Shaoyi, the core pillar of "Tanuki" Plan, had been beheaded by Kuomintang agents in the French Concession, which was under the strict "protection" of the Empire!

He slammed the exquisite tea set to the ground, shattering it into pieces.

The usual gentle mask on Tu Feiyuan's round face was completely torn away, leaving only a ferocious rage and frustration.

"Southern Tang and Northern Wu! A grand plan of 'using Chinese to control Chinese' has been brewing for nearly a year."

"It seemed that Tang Shaoyi was about to nod, and the empire would soon be able to raise its banner in Central China, echoing the Manchu regime in the north. Adding North China and Inner Mongolia, most of China would already be in our hands. But now..."

"It's all ruined now, ruined by a bunch of Chinese rats!" His eyes were bloodshot, like a trapped wild beast, as he let out a powerless roar.

The meticulously woven puppet network was severed at the crucial moment when it was about to be closed by the sharp blade of the Military Intelligence Bureau, which cut off one of its most important threads.

"General," the adjutant reported, forcing a smile, "Colonel Fujita requests instructions on how to guide public opinion."

Doihara took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, his eyes flashing with a sinister light: "Immediately! Get the Xin Shen Bao newspaper to work at full speed and portray Tang Shaoyi as a 'peace pioneer' who was ruthlessly strangled by 'tyranny'."

"The newspapers must condemn the incompetence and brutality of the Chongqing government, and let all of China, no, the whole world, know what the fate of 'peaceful' people who refuse to cooperate with the Empire will be! At the same time..."

He paused, his voice growing even colder, "Send an urgent telegram to the Yamashiro Akainu group, telling Yoko to stop delaying and contact the Wang Group as soon as possible."

"Now that Tang Shaoyi is dead, someone must fill the gap immediately!"

"Issue the maximum authorization to Yoko and tell her that as long as Mr. Wang is willing to cooperate, the Empire will give Mr. Wang even greater support than Tang Shaoyi!"

"Yes, I'll arrange it right away." The adjutant bowed slightly and was about to leave.

Doi-Yuan suddenly raised his hand and said, "Wait a minute, Asada-kun, I need you to do something for me."

“Send a telegram to Kagezo Masaaki in Shanghai to remind him that the Seventh Secret Order plan is almost ready.”

"Tell him not to delay any longer, to find suitable people as soon as possible to carry out the plan and assist Yoko in completing the operation to persuade Mr. Wang to surrender."

"Holding a knife in your hand is not frightening; only when you actually cut with it will others be afraid."

"Hi, I understand..."

Inside a heavily guarded official residence in Zengjiayan, a mountain town, the atmosphere was completely different from the solemn and dignified descriptions in the newspapers.

Kong Yongzhi's obese body sank into the large sofa, clutching the newly published "Central Daily News" in his hand, but his face was so gloomy it could drip water.

On the radio in front of me, the malevolent female announcer from Tokyo Broadcasting System was clearly broadcasting in Chinese: "Former Premier of the Republic of China, Mr. Tang Shaoyi, dedicated to the cause of peace between Japan and China, was unfortunately assassinated by extremists..."

(End of this chapter)