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

Chapter 187 Danger Averted
A light drizzle enveloped the mountain town in a damp, chilly mist.

At 10 a.m., the marchers had already crossed Guanyin Bridge and were less than 20 minutes away from the explosion site on Minzhu Lane.

The Japanese spies lying in ambush near Democracy Lane were divided into two groups: one group was responsible for sniping, and the other group was responsible for detonating the explosives.

Sniper team leader Minami Jiro lay prone on the roof of the building, his camouflage clothing blending him perfectly into the surrounding environment.

On the side were the spotter Jiro Akita and the assistant shotner Yoshiki Morishita.

Suddenly, the roar of motorcycles could be heard, and four or five motorcycles suddenly rushed into the sniper rifle's scope.

The leader was dressed in a military uniform and wore sunglasses, giving off an arrogant and domineering aura.

"Team leader, something seems wrong," observer Akijiro whispered. "Could these people be here to sabotage the operation?"

"Don't rush, observe first. If their goal is to defuse the bomb," Nanjiro said in a deep voice, "Shoot them immediately."

"Team leader, but this will expose us." Akita said with some concern.

"A soldier's primary duty is to obey orders. Akita-kun, you must remember your responsibilities," Nanjiro reprimanded, his gaze fixed on the leader.

The leading officer stopped his motorcycle and suddenly looked up and around. Nanjiro could see this clearly through his scope.

The other person's gaze shifted to his scope, seemingly meeting his eyes from hundreds of meters away.

Then, a slight smile appeared on his lips, and his right hand, gloved in white, slowly rose, forming a pistol shape, and he made a shooting motion toward where Nanjiro was.

"Baka! Is he provoking us?" Akita had clearly seen everything through his binoculars.

Before Nanjiro could speak, the balcony door behind him was suddenly kicked open.

"Bang bang bang." A group of soldiers suddenly rushed into the ambush site and opened fire.

The change happened so fast that in an instant, the three people on the balcony were riddled with bullets.

After the gunshots subsided, the officer in charge stepped forward to carefully examine the three bodies. Confirming that there were no vital signs, he waved a red command flag downwards, issuing a "all clear" order.

Seeing the red flag waving, the officer smiled slightly and waved gently. Behind him, the soldiers parted in a fan shape and, following orders, quickly searched for the Japanese agents lying in ambush near Democracy Lane.
Deep in the back alley, several dark figures clung to the damp brick wall like geckos, their movements so swift that they made almost no sound.

Leading the group was Gao Lei, the company commander of the engineering company of the 1st Battalion, 3rd Regiment, 38th Division, stationed in the mountain city.

He gestured to the two mine-clearing soldiers behind him, and their eyes locked onto a corner at the end of the alley, piled with discarded wooden crates and garbage.

According to top-secret intelligence delivered at great personal risk, Yoko Minamida's planned "bloody sacrifice" takes place here, with the bomb to be set to detonate when the student march passes through the main street of Democracy Lane in the morning.

Gao Lei held his breath and gently pushed aside the top few rotten wooden crates. Beneath them, a large object, roughly the size of a suitcase, was revealed, completely wrapped in oilcloth!
A nearly imperceptible thin wire extends from the package and connects to a detonator disguised as a dilapidated electrical meter box. The miniature clock hands on the device are silently moving toward the predetermined time. Although it has not yet been activated, the structure is already connected.

"Damn it, it's really here." Gao Lei cursed under his breath, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Yoko Minami's madness exceeded their expectations; the bomb's explosive power was enough to shatter everything within a radius of several meters.

With the steel balls scattered around the box, its destructive power could easily reach 100 meters. If it were to explode, that would be a real disaster.

"Captain, it's a hybrid device. Judging from the direction of the lead wire, there are two possibilities: tripwire and clock-controlled." Old Chen lowered his voice, his fingers as steady as a surgeon's, carefully using tools to cut the thin wire acting as a tripwire, eliminating the first danger.

Another team member, Xiao Wu, blocked the possible light with his body and carefully shone his flashlight on the disguised meter box.

"The internal structure is very complex, with anti-disassembly devices, connected to detonators and at least eight kilograms of TNT... and... wait!" His voice suddenly tightened, "There seems to be a pressure sensor down there! The weight of this pile of garbage itself is one of the triggering conditions!"

Everyone's hearts were in their throats! This meant that their movement of the wooden crates might have been a brush with death! Any slight shift in weight could have triggered an explosion!

"Hold on!" Gao Lei's voice was deep and powerful, forcefully suppressing the team's panic. "Old Chen, focus on clock control and counter-disassembly. Xiao Wu, hold your current position firmly, and absolutely do not allow any change in the pressure below! Quickly!"

Time seemed to stand still. The cold rain fell on their necks, but no one paid any attention.

Veins bulged on Old Chen's forehead as he used the smallest tools, relying on his feel and experience, to probe the mechanisms inside the meter box little by little.

Xiao Wu used his shoulders and arms to brace himself against the surrounding debris, maintaining an extremely awkward and strenuous posture to ensure that the weight on the pressure sensor remained constant. Every second felt like an eternity.

In the distance, there seemed to be fainter and faster footsteps, different from those of the patrol team!
Gao Lei was startled and signaled everyone to remain absolutely still. He quietly drew the dagger from his waist, his sharp eyes scanning the alleyway entrance. Was it an enemy contact? Or had Nantian Yangzi come to check herself out because she was worried?

The footsteps paused briefly at the alley entrance, as if observing, before gradually fading away. It was a false alarm, but enough to leave everyone's backs drenched in cold sweat.

"All done!" Old Chen practically spat out the words. He had successfully disconnected the connection between the clock control and the anti-disassembly device, and finally carefully cut off the main lead wire to the detonator.

"The pressure device is safe for now, but we still need to slowly remove the weight on it to completely release it." Xiao Wu's voice trembled with exhaustion.

Gao Lei let out a long sigh of relief: "Well done." Old Chen slowly lifted the device underneath, gradually reducing the weight of the debris covering the bomb, until the deadly pressure sensor was fully exposed and safely removed.

When the bomb was completely dismantled and the heavy TNT block was removed, the three men leaned against the damp, cold wall, panting heavily, as if they had just been pulled out of the water.

"Take it away and dispose of it immediately. Clean up the scene and leave no trace."

Gao Lei gave an order, and the group immediately put the clutter back in its place. Once they were sure everything was back to normal, they carried the explosives and quickly retreated from the back alley.

At this point, the chants of the marchers could be clearly heard.

The group approached the officer, saluted, and said, "Sir, the explosive device has been successfully defused."

Major Jiang Kejian, battalion commander of the 38th Division, took off his sunglasses, revealing his handsome face: "Very good, it seems that the information from the Military Intelligence Bureau is reliable this time."

"Company Commander Gao, take them back. Leave the rest of the work to Company Commander Zhou."

"Yes, sir." Gao Lei saluted.

"Down with corrupt officials, Song XX must step down!"

"Down with!"

Slogans resounded throughout the land, and the marching procession quickly passed through Democracy Lane. Jiang Kejian sat on his motorcycle, looking at the passionate college students and shaking his head slightly. They had no idea that just ten minutes earlier, they had already walked through the gates of hell.

Mountain town, teahouse.

In a private room on the second floor of the teahouse, Yoko Nanada kept checking the time on her watch.

The preset explosion time has passed by ten minutes, why hasn't there been an explosion yet?

"Major Minamida, you seem a little anxious." In the private room, besides Yoko Minamida, there was also a messenger sent by Doiyuu, Nakamura Saki.

Yoko Nanta stared intently at Saki Nakamura and said, "Lord Nakamura, I find this strange. You said you didn't want me to carry out the bloody sacrifice plan, so why are you waiting here to see the outcome?"

“Heh,” Nakamura simply sneered, offering no explanation.

Knock, knock, knock on the door.

Yoko Nanada opened the door to the private room and saw a short, middle-aged man standing at the door whispering a few words to her.

Yoko Minami's expression changed drastically; her plan had failed.

How could that be? Nantian Yangzi knew that her agents were all elites handpicked by the Empire, and they had never made a mistake while infiltrating the mountain city for so long.

This major plan has failed, and the enemy's objective was very clear: they eliminated the sniper team and captured the demolition team who didn't have time to detonate the explosives.

Yoko Minamida would never believe such a precise raid was not due to a leak of intelligence.

Yamashiro doesn't have a telescope, so how could they possibly monitor all of Akainu's movements?

In an instant, a cold, chilling thought slithered into her mind like a venomous snake: there was something wrong with this Nakamura Saki; all the actions were planned after he arrived.

As Doiyuu's messenger, he has the right to know all the details of the operation.

But what if this Nakamura Saki is fake?
Yoko Nanta harbored a bold suspicion: the real Nakamura Saki had likely been arrested by the Military Intelligence Bureau on the way here, or even the moment he got off the train! The man before her was a secret agent planted by the Military Intelligence Bureau, impersonating Nakamura Saki.
What a treacherous scheme! What a brilliant disguise!
In a flash, Yoko Minamida made a judgment.

The man in front of her was about to speak when Yoko Nanada raised her hand and gestured for him to stop.

After glancing at Nakamura Saki inside the room, Yoko Minamida winked at the newcomer, signaling her to wait outside.

“Nakamura-kun,” she suddenly said in an unusually calm tone, “the plan has failed.”

"It's a pity we couldn't cause chaos in the mountain town."

"By the way, did Colonel Matsumoto of the Special Higher Police's Intelligence and Investigation Section give you any other instructions during your visit?"

"For example, plans such as having us escort Mr. Wang."

Nakamura replied casually, "Major Minamida, I only came here on the orders of General Doi-maru, and I have never met Colonel Matsumoto."

"Oh, really?" Yoko Minami's lips curled up slightly, and she suddenly pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Nakamura's head: "Nakamura-kun, you are indeed very good at disguising yourself, but you probably don't know that the Special Higher Police does not have a Colonel Matsumoto."

"Who are you? Who sent you?"

(End of this chapter)