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

Chapter 205 Lure the snake out of its hole
"Chen Sang, do a good job..." Yingzuo patted Chen Yang on the shoulder, then glanced at Zuo Mingquan, who was standing timidly to the side, before turning and leaving the office.

"Director Zuo, this report is quite good!" After Yingzuo left, Chen Yang sat behind his large mahogany desk, flipping through the report in his hand, his fingers slowly and rhythmically tapping on the smooth surface.

Zuo Mingquan stood in front of the desk, head slightly bowed, wiping the fine sweat from his forehead and saying ingratiatingly, "No, I wouldn't dare, it's what I should do."

"Heh." A cold laugh rang out, followed by a brief silence, with only the "tap, tap" sound of Chen Yang's fingers tapping on the table, like a small hammer striking Zuo Mingquan's heart.

Finally, Chen Yang spoke, his voice not loud: "Director Zuo."

Zuo Mingquan trembled slightly and quickly replied, "Your subordinate is here."

Chen Yang tossed the report onto the table, stopped tapping it, leaned forward slightly, and stared directly at Zuo Mingquan with eyes as cold as two scalpels:
You should remember very well what I told you before, right?

"I remember... I dare not forget for a moment..." Zuo Mingquan's voice was a little dry.

"Dare not forget?" Chen Yang sneered, his tone suddenly becoming more serious. "I think you've forgotten everything! Or rather, you haven't taken the overall interests of the Special Affairs Committee seriously at all!"

"I'll stand up for you when things go wrong in Nanjing, but when problems arise in Shanghai, I'm left to clean up your mess."

"Damn it, Director Zuo, haven't I taken the blame for you enough? It's only been a few days, and you've already caused me this mess..."

"You told the Special Higher Police what the blacksmith asked you to do? Hah, what? Is the Special Service short-staffed right now? You can't even do your own job?"

A barrage of questions caused cold sweat to break out on Zuo Mingquan's forehead: "Director Chen, I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it..."

"Shut up!" Chen Yang abruptly interrupted him, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable authority. "Did I tell you to speak?"

Zuo Mingquan immediately fell silent, his head hanging even lower. Chen Yang stood up, walked around the desk, and strode to Zuo Mingquan, looking down at him.
"I want to know who gave you the audacity to leak information to the Special Higher Police without my permission? Hmm? Did Section Chief Matsui promise you some benefits? Or do you think that as long as you curry favor with the Special Higher Police, you can get away with it?"

"You engaged in unauthorized transactions of sensitive information with other intelligence agencies, and such important strategic intelligence at that! This is a serious dereliction of duty!"

"Do you know how valuable the intelligence you provided is? It's the key to our elimination of the Red Party's underground communication network, not something you can use to curry favor with the Special Higher Police and exchange for some insignificant credit!"

"What good will it do you to give intelligence to those idiots in the Special Higher Police, other than alerting them and exposing our intelligence sources?"

"If your foolish actions cause Lord Kagesa's entire plan to fail, you, Zuo Mingquan, will be responsible for that—ten heads wouldn't be enough to pay for it!"

Zuo Mingquan's face turned from ashen to deathly pale, and he stammered, "Director Chen... I... I was just trying to crack the Red Party radio station as quickly as possible..."

"Want to?" Chen Yang interrupted again, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You don't just want to, you're stupid! And not just a little stupid..."

"To be honest, I've seen plenty of stupid people, but I've never seen anyone as stupid as you, Director Zuo."

"Do you think the Special Higher Police will give you credit after they get the blacksmith's information from you?"

"Have you lost your mind? When did the Special Higher Police ever offer any benefits that the Nanjing Special Service Committee could possibly get?"

"Even if you're a dog, you should at least know who your owner is."

He walked around Zuo Mingquan and sneered, "Director Zuo, I think you should spend more time in the sun and get a tan, then no one will call you an idiot."

I, Zuo Mingquan, was scolded until my face turned red, but I couldn't find a reason to refute him.
Chen Yang returned to his seat and sat down heavily. "Considering that you've done some work for the committee, I'll temporarily retain your position."

"But, Director Zuo, listen to me carefully."

"From this day forward, no one may act on the part of the committee without my personal approval!"

"All information exchanges with external units, especially with the Special Higher Police, must be reviewed by me! If you and your subordinates dare to make the same mistake again..."

"Hmm."

Chen Yang didn't continue, but his cold gaze and sudden silence were more powerful than any threat.

Zuo Mingquan felt a chill run down his spine and quickly bowed, saying, "Yes, sir! I understand! I will absolutely obey Director Chen's orders! I will never dare to do it again!"

A series of knocks on the door interrupted their conversation.

"Come in," Chen Yang said in a deep voice.

The office door opened, and Gao Bin, the head of the intelligence section, handed a note to Zuo Mingquan: "Director, Zhu Yeqing has sent intelligence that the Red Party will risk using the radio in Xue Lian's possession tonight to send intelligence to the outside world."

"The one who is in charge of this operation is likely 'King of Spades,' a special envoy recently sent to Shanghai by the Red Party headquarters. He believes this is a good opportunity to capture Blue Fox and King of Spades."

Zuo Mingquan's pupils contracted slightly. After receiving the intelligence, he quickly and respectfully handed it to Chen Yang.

Chen Yang opened the note, which read, "The radio will be activated at 1:00 AM. This operation will be led by Qinghu. Don't miss this opportunity."

"Director Zuo, what do you think?" Chen Yang placed the note on the desk and gently pushed it in front of Zuo Mingquan.

Zuo Mingquan glanced at the handwriting and said respectfully, "Director Chen, I don't think Zhu Yeqing is lying. He's in charge of gathering intelligence on Shanghai's underground transportation stations. He has a certain amount of influence internally."

"I don't think it's simple." Chen Yang tapped the table lightly.

"Xuelian was just arrested, and Zhuyeqing suddenly received this order. The Red Party members aren't stupid. Right now, the entire intelligence agency in Shanghai is digging for traces of this radio station. At this time, it's risky to activate the radio station."

"The risk of doing this is too great; I feel there's something wrong with it."

Zuo Mingquan was taken aback for a moment, then whispered, "Director Chen, do you think it's possible that the intelligence they have is extremely urgent?"

"For the sake of the so-called greater good, this special envoy had no choice but to risk using radio to transmit messages."

“This reason is a bit far-fetched,” Chen Yang raised his head and looked at Zuo Mingquan, “Director Zuo, let’s go all the way and pass the message on to Section Chief Matsui of the Special Higher Police.”

"They've been following the radio all along, so let's give them a hand."

"Ah." Zuo Mingquan hesitated for a moment, "Lord Yingzu just said that the Special Higher Police shouldn't be allowed to..."

Chen Yang waved his hand to interrupt Zuo Mingquan: "Director Zuo, didn't you hear what Lord Yingzuo said just now?"

“I’m in charge here. They wanted to make a name for themselves, so I let them. Is there anything wrong with that?”

"This is..." Zuo Mingquan responded, a complicated look in his eyes, as if blaming Chen Yang for letting go of such a great opportunity and letting the Special Higher Police get it so easily.

Shanghai, headquarters of the Special Higher Police.

The head of the investigation team, Yokoji Matsui, knocked on the door of Tsuyoshi Fujita's office.

"A message from Zuo Mingquan?" Fujita Tsuyoshi looked at the note Matsui had sent with some surprise.

"Section Chief Fujita, do you think there's a problem?" Matsui Yokoji asked curiously, looking at Fujita Tsuyoshi's expression.

Fujita hesitated and said, "I can't quite put my finger on it, but I feel like this information came at just the right time."

"We were having a headache over the snow lotus issue when suddenly we received intelligence that could pinpoint the radio station's location."

"I always felt it was too much of a coincidence."

Matsui Yokoji respectfully replied, "I don't think so."

"Section Chief Fujita, the radio in Xue Lian's possession is one of the main channels for the Red Party to contact the outside world."

"Now that Xue Lian has been captured by us, they can't send out the intelligence they have."

"As you know, intelligence has a time limit. Once the time drags on, this important intelligence becomes useless."

"Now that they're taking the risk of using radio, I think it's understandable."

Fujita frowned, pondered for a moment, and said, "Alright, I'll leave this to you and Major Nanta."

"Please discuss anything with Ando-kun."

"Hello." Matsui Yokoji bowed slightly and quickly left the office.

Shanghai, French Concession, late at night, warehouses at the Sixteen Factories Wharf.

The river wind was biting, carrying a strong, fishy smell.

The dock area is under lighting restrictions, with only a few dim streetlights outlining the black silhouettes of the cargo piles and ships.

In an inconspicuous spot at the top of the warehouse, Lin Xueli and Sun Yong, codenamed Carrier Pigeon, stared at the abandoned warehouse where the radio was hidden.

Their only task was to watch.

Take a clear look at everything that happened today and report it to the King of Spades.

According to the plan, the radio station in charge of Xue Lian would send a message to the organization at 1 a.m. Lin Xueli raised his hand to look at his watch, and in the dim light, he could vaguely see that the agreed time had arrived.

Suddenly, Sun Yong gently tapped the iron pipe on the roof, making two clanging sounds.

Lin Xueli quickly picked up his binoculars. In the distance, blinding lights appeared. In the shadows near the abandoned warehouse of Pier No. 3, several sneaky figures emerged. They did not use lights, but instead used flashlights to flash three long and two short beams in a very regular pattern towards the warehouse on the other side!
Almost at the same time as the three long and two short signals were sent out, someone in the shadows of another area raised two flashlights and shone them twice!

At the same time, a radio detection vehicle disguised as a commercial vehicle quietly started up, its antenna slowly rotating, but its main scanning direction was clearly biased towards the nearby warehouse.
They seemed to have known all along that someone would be using the radio to transmit intelligence at this time.
Lin Xueli and Sun Yong lay motionless on the top of the warehouse.

The inspection vehicle below shook its top antenna, repeatedly checking for a signal near the warehouse.

Beneath the eaves of Warehouse No. 6, several figures lay hidden in the shadows, silently awaiting the signal to make arrests.
(End of this chapter)