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

Chapter 208 Flames Over the Yarn Factory
"Nakamura-kun, there's something going on here!" a spy suddenly whispered.

A sound rang out, and a beam of light focused on the corner of the warehouse.

A human figure with a black cloth bag over its head was suspended under a beam, with only its toes barely touching the ground. A piece of paper was pasted on a pillar next to it.

Nakamura cautiously approached, pointing his pistol at the hanging human figure, signaling his subordinates to be on guard.

He tore off the note, which contained a sentence written in Chinese: "The fate of a traitor."

"Inspect that person," Nakamura ordered.

An agent stepped forward, carefully lifted a corner of the bag, shone a flashlight on it, and then took a step back: "Nakamura-kun, the person is still alive!"

Upon hearing the sound, the person inside the bag began to writhe violently and emit a muffled whimper.

"Who are you?" Nakamura pressed a pistol against the man's head. This person shouldn't be the Red Party special envoy Lü Yan mentioned in the intelligence report.

The other person shook their head vigorously, making whimpering sounds.

Nakamura Yu then realized that his mouth had been stuffed with a rag. He reached out and pulled the rag out of the other person's mouth, and asked in a cold voice, "Are you Lü Yan?"

“T-Tai-Jun, we’re one of our own,” the man said hastily. “My name is Wu Fu, and my contact is Zuo Mingquan, the director of the Jinling Special Service Committee.”

“Zuo Mingquan?” Nakamura seemed to remember something: “You are the needle that Zuo Mingquan planted within the Red Party.”

"Who tied you up here?"

Wu Fu said with a bitter face, "I don't know. That person knocked me unconscious from behind, and when I woke up, I was tied up here."

"Cut the rope and let him down," Nakamura ordered the agent beside him, while he himself cautiously looked around.

For someone who has been involved in intelligence work for many years, all of this is too obvious right now, as if it were deliberately arranged.

Just as the rope was cut, Nakamura suddenly noticed an unnatural bulge in the ground. The surrounding textile waste was piled up too neatly, as if it had been carefully arranged. Could it be...?
"Oh no, retreat! It's a trap!" Nakamura suddenly shouted.

The sound came out, but it was too late.

From a hundred meters away, Lin Xueli observed through the reflection in the warehouse's glass windows that all the Japanese spies had entered the designated area, and calmly pressed the detonator.

The first explosion was not violent, but it precisely destroyed the warehouse's main exit.

Chaos erupted inside the warehouse as the agents rushed frantically toward the only remaining side door.

"Calm down! Watch out, there might be a bomb at the door. Find cover first!" Nakamura Yu shouted, dragging the recently rescued Wu Fu behind the wreckage of the machine.

Just then, a series of orderly footsteps came from outside.

Zuo Mingquan's action team had been outside the warehouse when they heard the explosion coming from inside and rushed in in a panic.

The flashlight beams shone wildly. Zuo Mingquan, holding a flashlight in his left hand and a gun in his right, fired two shots into the air from the doorway.

As they rushed in, they shouted, "Don't move! We are from the Nanjing Special Service Committee. You are surrounded!"

Hiding behind the machine, Nakamura Isamu shouted, "Director Zuo, this is Nakamura Isamu from the Special Higher Police. Watch out, there are explosives at the door."

"There's explosives?" Zuo Mingquan was startled when he heard the voice and quickly shone his flashlight on the ground.

Sure enough, near the entrance, two power lines stretched into the distance, their other ends unknown.

"There's a bomb!" Zuo Mingquan was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly shouted, "Retreat, retreat, retreat quickly!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the explosives at the door suddenly detonated, three loud bangs followed, and the side door collapsed instantly.

Now both the front and back doors are blocked, so they can't leave even if they want to.

"All the fish are in the net." On the third floor of a building next to the abandoned warehouse, Lin Xueli observed through binoculars, his cold face expressionless.

Sun Yong nodded, placing his hand on the main detonator: "Nakamura brought six, and Zuo Mingquan brought at least fifteen. Today, let's give him a good roasted chestnut, hehe, take them all in one go."

After saying that, Sun Yong was about to press the detonator in his hand when Lin Xueli raised his hand to stop him. "Wait a little longer, let them go deeper."

Inside the warehouse, Zuo Mingquan had already met up with Nakamura Yu, and the two groups of people huddled together in panic.

"Baka! This is a trap!" Nakamura roared at Sameisen.

"What's the use of saying this now! How are we going to get out of here?" Zuo Mingquan roared back, kicking Wu Fu at the same time. "It's all because of this good-for-nothing!"

Wu Fu was so frightened that he curled up on the ground, trembling.

"Director Zuo, are you familiar with the terrain here? Besides the front and back gates, are there any other exits?"

Nakamura Isamu quickly calmed down.

Zuo Mingquan frowned and thought for a moment: "The doors and windows on the ground floor are all sealed off, so we can only try to climb out through the second-floor window."

Nakamura Yu nodded. "Then let's go from the second floor. Where are the stairs?"

Zuo Mingquan pointed to the northwest of the warehouse, "It should be in that location."

The group huddled together, adopted a defensive stance, and slowly moved towards the stairs using the light from their flashlights.

Little did they know that the beams of those flashlights would completely expose their location to Lin Xueli's gaze.

"Get ready," Lin Xueli raised his right hand, carefully calculating their distance from the explosion point. The two of them had worked tirelessly for two days and two nights without sleep to deliver this great gift to the Special Higher Police and the Nanjing Special Affairs Committee.

The two of them did everything themselves, from installing the explosives to laying the wires, so Lin Xueli was very clear about what they were about to experience.
"Press!" With that command, Sun Yong pressed down hard on the main detonator.

"Boom, boom, boom." Deafening explosions rang out one after another, the supporting pillars broke one after another, the roof began to collapse, and flames spewed out from all directions.

The massive shockwave tossed people into the air like dolls, and thick smoke quickly engulfed the entire space.

"Well done," Lin Xueli exclaimed, looking at the dilapidated warehouse billowing with thick smoke.

"Team leader, it's time to retreat." Sun Yong ripped the wires connecting the detonators, took out a package, put the three detonators (one large and two small) inside, and then skillfully slung it over his shoulder.

This stuff is hard to make; it would be such a waste to throw it away after one use.

"Same as always, once we're out the door, you go east and I'll go west. We'll contact each other through the deadmail box if we have any messages."

"Understood, team leader," Sun Yong replied with a smile.

The two quickly descended the iron staircase on the other side of the house, a location that was directly behind the warehouse where the explosion had occurred.

The men Zuo Mingquan brought heard the explosion inside and rushed in through the door, shouting "Oh!"

What they didn't notice was that, along the wall of the abandoned warehouse, two figures quickly found a spot with a rope ladder hanging from it, then easily climbed over the wall and disappeared into the darkness of the night.

Several tens of minutes later, the sound of police sirens from the French Concession police station grew louder as they approached the street outside the warehouse.

By the time Yoko Nanada and others from the Special Higher Police, along with Chen Yang, the director of the Special Service Department, arrived at the Darong Cotton Mill, it had already been engulfed in flames.

The following day, in the Special Higher Police Commander's office.

"Section Chief Chen, don't you owe us an explanation?" Matsui Yokoji said angrily to Chen Yang beside him, "If it weren't for your Special Affairs Committee transmitting incorrect intelligence, how could we have lost six of our best men?"

"Do you know how much it costs us to train a special agent?"

"What right do you have to talk to me about the price?" Chen Yang glanced at Matsui Yokoji and said, "I haven't even mentioned you yet."

"You jinx! So many of our brothers in the Special Affairs Committee died because of you."

"The intelligence has been delivered to you, yet you haven't even done the basic screening work before starting to formulate an action plan."

"Director Zuo is still in the hospital, having assisted you in your arrest plan."

"The doctor said his injury was very serious and he wouldn't be able to get out of bed for at least three months."

"Director Zuo is injured. Who will take over all the work of our Special Committee? Will you do it?"

Matsui Yokoji bluntly stated, "Zuo Mingquan deserved to be injured."

"If he hadn't found some inside contact, these six warriors of the Empire wouldn't have sacrificed themselves in vain."

"This whole mess was caused by your Special Committee, and you must bear the primary responsibility."

"Section Chief Matsui, I advise you to think before you speak," Chen Yang retorted sarcastically. "That's right, we provided the intelligence, but the final decision rests with you, not us."

"When Director Zuo provided you with intelligence that helped you capture Xue Lian and Lao Zhong, why didn't you jump out and say that we should take the blame?"

"You take credit for the good deeds, and we'll bear the blame for the mistakes. What do you take our Special Affairs Committee for?"

"It's clearly your incompetence that caused us such heavy losses, and now you're turning around and blaming us for it."

"Section Chief Matsui, if you're not good at this, then practice more. Our Special Affairs Committee only has a few people, and we can't carry such a heavy burden."

"Baka! You've insulted me!" Matsui Yokoji shouted, "I challenge you to a duel!"

Chen Yang sneered, "A duel? Fine, but don't go complaining to your father if you lose."

"Bang!" The chubby guy behind the desk couldn't hold back any longer as the two were talking more and more outrageous.

Do you two think I'm dead?

"What kind of place is this? Who gives you two the right to shout and fight here?"

When Tu Feiyuan got angry, the two of them immediately fell silent.

"Matsui-kun, go down first and write a report on the operation."

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

Tu Feiyuan's expression softened slightly as he looked at Chen Yang and said, "Section Chief Chen, the failure of this operation shouldn't really be blamed on you."

"After all, you were ordered to assist."

Chen Yang bowed slightly and said, "Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Tu Feiyuan."

“I understand, but you can’t shirk your responsibilities.” Tu Feiyuan said in a deep voice, “After all, the intelligence came from you. It’s not so easy to walk away from it when something goes wrong.”

"Section Chief Chen, there is still a way to salvage the situation. Old Zhong and Xue Lian are still in our hands."

Chen Yang's expression showed a slight surprise: "Mr. Tufeiyuan, what are you trying to say?"

(End of this chapter)