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

Chapter 169 Good News

“Zhang-san, being stubborn won’t help,” Ando Shinichi said slowly. “There are too many coincidences in your story, but our Special Higher Police never believe in coincidences. We only believe in logic and evidence.”

"Actually, I could have just shot you instead of giving you that much time."

"However, I believe that life is worthy of respect. Even ants try to survive. It would be a great pity for you to die in the prime of your life."

"So, I'm still willing to give you a chance to live."

“Ando-kun,” Zhang Zixian pleaded, “I really don’t know what happened.”

"I'm not lying, you have to believe me."

"Still being stubborn. It seems Zhang-san has chosen the most undignified path!" Ando's smile vanished as quickly as the tide.

He straightened up, his movements still elegant, but the expression on his face was chilling.

“Ding-a-ling,” he picked up a small brass bell from the table and shook it gently.

The interrogation room door opened again, and several military doctors in white coats walked in one after another with surgical equipment.

"Have you heard of 'Maruta'?" Shinichi Ando's voice was as soft as a lover's whisper. "Those 'materials' that were specially transferred here?"

"Our military doctors... are very professional. They will use the most sophisticated instruments to slowly open your body, bit by bit, while you are fully conscious, and carefully remove your internal organs to observe how they pulsate outside the body."

"Throughout the process, you can clearly feel every cut, every peeling, and you can even hear your own heartbeat gradually slowing down in the tray."

"Uh..." Zhang Zixian's body stiffened instantly, and his pupils dilated involuntarily, revealing an immense fear that he could not conceal.

“No anesthesia. Absolutely conscious.” Every word from Shinichi Ando was like an icicle piercing Zhang Zixian’s heart.

"Typically, this state can last... well, a few hours? Enough for us to make a lot of valuable observations."

"I have to say, living is sometimes a million times more painful than dying."

"Zhang Sang, you have one last chance to choose. Name, time, address, Military Intelligence Bureau Shanghai Station—who contacted you?"

Shinichi Ando stepped back, waiting patiently.

The stark white light stretched his shadow long and distorted, casting it onto the blood-stained wall like a demon ready to devour its prey.

Only Zhang Zixian's heavy breathing remained in the interrogation room.

"No, no, no," Zhang Zixian cried out in despair, "Ando-kun, I really didn't do it, please believe me."

“I’m sorry,” Shinichi Ando frowned, “I’m not satisfied with your answer.”

"Mr. Takegaki, please begin your work."

"I'd like to see how his heart differs from others'..."

Late September of the 27th year of the Republic of China.

News of victory in the war kept coming from the front lines in Wuhan.

Under the command of Commander Okamura, the 11th Army launched a three-pronged encirclement of Wuhan.

One force launched a fierce attack from the Xinyang direction, while the other attempted to detour to Zaoyang and Suizhou.

The third route also follows the Nanxun Line, passing through De'an and heading straight for the three towns of Wuhan.

The situation was extremely unfavorable for the Blue Army. Shanghai, Southern Transportation Department.

Chen Yang emerged from Minister Kenjiro Oshima's office with a joyful smile on his face, but inside he was in agony.

Because the transportation mission was completed very promptly, and even exceeded expectations, the Southern Transportation Department received high praise from the military.

Half of this honor belongs to the Third Section. As the section chief, Chen Yang naturally received praise from his superiors.

Kenjiro Oshima even revealed that after a six-month-long transportation mission, the higher-ups were very satisfied with the achievements of the Southern Transportation Department.

They believed that the third department was far more efficient than the other two departments, and that the first department made many mistakes while the second department did nothing.

It is very likely that the higher authorities will carry out rectification. Kenjiro Oshima's intention is that the Second Section will likely be replaced by the Naval Transport Department, and the Second Section of Nagashima Norihiro will be changed to the Naval Transport Section.

The previous first and second lessons were all canceled, leaving only the Army Transportation Section and the Navy Transportation Section. Although the number of sections decreased, the number of personnel increased. The Army Transportation Section integrated the three sections and established a senior section chief and two deputy section chiefs.

The Naval Transport Division has its own staff, and the Southern Transport Department will add a deputy minister position to be responsible for naval affairs.

Kenjiro Oshima intentionally or unintentionally revealed that Chen Yang would be promoted to the position of head of the Army Transportation Section.

Chen Yang immediately became very excited and kept thanking Kenjiro Oshima.

Even if he was unwilling at that moment, his expression and body language were flawless; a mature undercover agent needs perfect acting skills...

What's the big deal about managing his facial expressions? Even now that his father has died, he still has to put on an excited look.

He can't even act properly, what kind of undercover agent is he...?

"Sir, congratulations!" Chen Yang had just entered the office and hadn't even sat down when Li Ningyu followed him in with a smile.

"Secretary Li, your information network is really impressive. I've only just stepped out of the minister's office, and you already know what happened?"

Li Ningyu smiled smugly, but instead of replying, she said in a gentle voice, "Sir, you received a phone call while you were in the meeting."

"The other party is the general manager of Huafu Fund. She asked you to come to her place when you have time, saying that she has some good news to tell you in person."

Chen Yang was startled. Elsa's sudden call must mean something important. Good news? Could it be that the medicine has been found?

"Secretary Li, I'm going to the supply warehouse on Maigen Road to check on the supply situation. Please postpone all the meetings this afternoon."

After saying that, Chen Yang grabbed his clothes, turned around, and left the office.

In the afternoon, the air on Huangpu Beach Road was unusually stagnant, with the autumn heat mixed with the dampness of the Huangpu River enveloping the entire road.

Huafu Fund is located diagonally opposite HSBC Bank on Huangpu Beach Road.

On the third floor, in the general manager's office, heavy velvet curtains were half-drawn, filtering the dense shade of the plane trees outside the window into a hazy play of light and shadow.

Chen Yang sat opposite Elsa, holding a document in his hands.

Upon seeing the signature at the bottom of the document, Chen Yang breathed a long sigh of relief: "Aisha van Oranje-Wiliam".

"How about that? We only spent £100,000 to get all the licenses. It's a pity that we can't be sure if we can mass-produce it yet..." Elsa's tone was somewhat regretful.

Today, Elsa is wearing a well-tailored pearl gray velvet suit, her blonde hair neatly pulled back, like an ice sculpture created by a Nordic craftsman.

Elsa stood up, revealing her flawless figure, which she was so proud of. A hint of worry flashed in her deep blue eyes: "Chen Yang, besides this good news, Taylor also brought some bad news..."

(End of this chapter)