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Chapter 182 The Information Has Been Leaked

"152 Shanghai, 155 Express, 432 Zero, 99 Speed, 667 Engineering, 5471 Station..."

Inside a fully furnished apartment in the French Concession, Song Yilin opened a note containing a series of Chinese numbers and various combinations of characters.

This is encrypted intelligence. Even if the Japanese get their hands on it, they won't be able to obtain any useful information without a special codebook.

Song Yilin admired Chen Yang greatly. She had to decipher the code word by word, while Chen Yang only glanced at the codebook and memorized the entire code sequence.

Song Yilin might not have believed it if it were someone else, but she had great faith in Chen Yang's abilities.

Since it was their first meeting, Chen Yang clearly remembered when and where he had met Song Yilin within a month.

This photographic memory is definitely one of the strongest talents of a secret agent.

After deciphering the codebook, Song Yilin was instantly shocked when she saw the words on it.

"Urgent report: The Special Higher Police are planning to contact Mr. Wang. There are concerns that Mr. Wang may be considering collaborating with the enemy. It is recommended that a small team be dispatched to Suzhou Station to intercept intelligence agent Kumano Ryohei and destroy the intelligence."

"Attached is the guard configuration and train timetable of Suzhou Station. Train No. 5471 will stop at Suzhou Station at 2:21 a.m. and the stop time is 43 minutes."

At 2:21 a.m., Song Yilin checked the time. It was clear that if she sent the telegram back to Shancheng now, there wouldn't be enough time to plan the operation.

After a long silence, Song Yilin sighed, took out a wooden box from under the bed, opened it, and found a set of keys inside. This was the key to her armory, which she had prepared for herself.

Before she left, her superiors strictly ordered her to carry out intelligence work and not to interfere with her daily operations. Now, however, she has to do it herself.

Sending and receiving intelligence was just her basic job; what she was really good at wasn't actually that...

Suzhou, Jiangsu Province…

A continuous autumn rain enveloped the ancient city of Suzhou.

The train station was brightly lit, but compared to the hustle and bustle of Shanghai Station, it felt more oppressive and tense.

The figures of Japanese sentries swayed in the lamplight, their bayonets reflecting the cold, damp light.

Train K-5471, panting heavily like a weary steel behemoth, has temporarily stopped at this important transfer station. Steam fills the air, mingling with the smells of coal smoke and damp earth.

In the dead of night, Song Yilin, like a ghost blending into the background, lurked in the corner between the piled-up cargo boxes at the end of the platform and the darkness.

She had already changed into a dark, coarse cloth outfit befitting an ordinary local woman, with an old headscarf wrapped around her head to shield her from the rain, and her face deliberately smeared with dust to conceal her original beauty.

As arranged by Chen Yang, Song Yilin avoided the high level of vigilance in Shanghai and chose to make her move at this relatively "relaxed" midway point.

Her gaze was fixed on the door of a special carriage in the middle of the train.

This was the train Chen Yang arranged for him, so he naturally knew where he was sitting.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Inside the station, passengers were getting on and off in the other passenger train carriages, making the platform noisy and bustling.

However, the special class carriage, codenamed 5471, remained as silent as ever.

Japanese military police and train attendants patrolled the platform.

Song Yilin's heart pounded steadily in her chest, waiting for the perfect moment.

More than ten minutes later, it arrived.

The train doors opened, and a figure wearing a trench coat, a top hat, and carrying a conspicuous black briefcase appeared at the door, seemingly wanting to get off the train for some fresh air or to check the situation on the platform...

He appeared alert and tired, but the briefcase seemed to be permanently attached to his hand.

Just as Chen Yang described, even when getting on and off the bus, Kumano Ryohei always carried a briefcase. This was also an opportunity for Song Yilin. At least, she could confirm that this briefcase was the one Chen Yang had mentioned containing top-secret information.

Song Yilin took a breath, and the plan she had designed earlier came to mind. After a moment of contemplation, she had a complete plan in mind.

A few seconds later, Ryohei Kumano turned around, preparing to return to the carriage. Now! A cold glint flashed in Song Yilin's eyes.

She had already calculated the angle and distance. Like a startled wildcat, she suddenly rushed out of her hiding place in a panic, as if she was rushing to catch the train, or as if she had tripped over something, letting out a short cry of surprise, and "fell" straight towards Kumano Ryohei!

Ryohei Kumano reacted extremely quickly, instinctively trying to dodge to the side and reach for his waist. But Song Yilin's "fall" was meticulously calculated; seemingly clumsy, it was actually precise.

She "happened" to bump heavily into the arm of Kumano Ryohei that was carrying his briefcase!
"Bang!" A dull thud. "Baka!" Kumano Ryohei cursed in pain, his arm went numb, and the black briefcase he cherished flew out of his hand! The briefcase drew an arc in the air and crashed onto the platform floor with a "thud!"

The combination lock on the side even sparked a little when it bumped against the ground.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!" Song Yilin apologized in a flustered voice with a heavy northern Jiangsu accent. She scrambled to her feet, seemingly terrified. She didn't dare look at Xiong Ye and turned to try to squeeze into the crowd to escape.

"Stop!" Kumano Ryohei was both surprised and angry. His first reaction was not to pick up the bag, but to try to grab the "reckless" woman!

His intuition told him something was wrong! The Japanese soldiers nearby were also alerted and rushed over, shouting orders. In that split second or two of chaos…
No one noticed that when the briefcase fell to the ground, the cleverly cut clasp suddenly popped open under the impact!
The briefcase buckle popped open, and some of the documents inside seemed to have spilled out due to the vibration and the fall!
"My bag!" Only then did Kumano Ryohei turn around sharply and see the briefcase on the ground and the few pages of paper scattered around it. He was terrified!
He didn't care about any suspicious women anymore. He rushed over like a madman, using his body to shield himself from the rain and his view, frantically stuffing the scattered documents back together, and desperately trying to close the buckle!

However, the connection of the buckle was almost broken, making it impossible to lock securely!
He could only helplessly clutch the bag flap tightly with his hand, his face pale and filled with panic.

The "reckless" country woman had already vanished without a trace into the chaotic crowd and misty rain while the soldiers' attention was drawn to Kumano and his briefcase.

The train whistle blared, signaling its imminent departure. Still shaken, Kumano Ryohei clutched his briefcase, its clasp malfunctioning, and, under the "escort" of soldiers, hastily fled back to his carriage.

His mind was a mess: Was it an accident? Or an attack? Was the bag the target? Or me? The woman… he couldn’t see anything clearly, only remembered her accent and her panicked appearance. A huge sense of unease and humiliation overwhelmed him.

He just wants to get out of here as soon as possible and get back to a relatively safer destination so he can check the bag for damage.

He clutched the bag tightly, as if it were a lifeline, or as if it were a bomb that could explode at any moment.

He was completely unaware that, in the shadows on the other side of the platform, a figure dressed in railway worker's overalls and wearing a hat pulled low was coldly watching everything.

Through the glass outside the special train, I saw Kumano under the lights carrying a briefcase with a clearly damaged clasp that couldn't be locked as she fled back into the carriage. A cold smile curled at the corner of her lips.

Step one complete: The briefcase has been successfully "opened" and left with undeniable signs of damage.

This laid a reasonable groundwork for the Special Higher Police's cautious discovery that intelligence might have been leaked!

Either someone took advantage of the chaos to tamper with the documents, or an infiltrator saw or obtained parts of the contents when the documents were scattered.
This damage could force Kumano to seek help during his subsequent journey, thus increasing his risk of exposure.

In short, regardless of the possibility, a briefcase is no longer absolutely secure.

After confirming, Song Yilin did not linger.

She quickly left the platform area, like a drop of water flowing into the ocean, and used Chen Yang's description of the station's terrain to circle around to a bend in the direction the train was traveling.

The tracks here are complex, with maintenance sheds and piles of equipment, making it relatively secluded.

She dragged out the rattan box that had been prepared beforehand from a very hidden corner of the tool shed.

The time bomb inside had been set. She calculated the train's acceleration time and secured it firmly in the shadow of a support point inside the tracks.

Then, it disappeared again.

A few minutes later, train K-5471 roared in and passed through the bend.

"Boom——!!!"

A massive explosion, hundreds of times more violent than the "accident" on the platform, shook the rainy night!

The railway tracks were blown apart, flames shot into the sky, and the powerful shockwave violently overturned, twisted, and tore apart several passing carriages!
The huge explosion and shockwave even reached Suzhou Station, which had just returned to calm, causing panic and commotion!

Song Yilin stood in the woods on a distant hill, gazing at the burning ruins.

Calculations suggest that the explosion likely occurred in the carriage where Kumano was located.

Now, whether Kumano is alive or dead, the "Maple Project," which was personally approved by Doi-man, is no longer complete or top secret.

Shanghai, Ferguson Road, Lin Mansion.

Chen Yang lay in bed in a daze. It was already four in the morning, but he still couldn't fall asleep.

After the intelligence was passed out, he was worried about whether the Military Intelligence Bureau would have enough time to arrange an operation.

He never expected that Song Yilin would take matters into her own hands and blow up the train.

Moreover, Lin Xueli had intentionally or unintentionally reminded him that his home was not safe, as there were Japanese spies there.

Therefore, Chen Yang could only pretend to be sleeping in his room, but in reality, he was waiting for news.

A series of urgent knocks sounded at the door, and the maid Xiaocao called out loudly, "Young Master, get up quickly, there's a phone call for you."

“Coming,” Chen Yang responded after waiting for more than ten seconds, everything seemed perfectly natural.

At Suzhou Station, the Special Higher Police task force that had rushed from Shanghai had completely surrounded the site of the train explosion.

After the explosion, soldiers from the Shanghai-Suzhou Garrison Command surrounded the area, and a company of Japanese soldiers searched the area in a fan shape for suspicious persons.

Unfortunately, it was raining in the early hours of the morning, and all traces were washed away.

Shinichi Ando stood in front of the train, while his colleagues from the investigation team inspected the scene one by one.

"Major Ando, ​​we've found something..." a voice rang out from the crowd.

(End of this chapter)