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

Chapter 275 What adult would argue with a child?

Lin Su smiled in agreement, raised her teacup, took a sip, and suddenly said, "I'm not worried about anything else right now, I'm just worried that Nantian and Kazue Takaji will see through something!"

"These two are no pushovers, yet you've arranged everything so smoothly..."

“If they investigate Nohara’s whereabouts, they will be able to find out where he goes very quickly.”

"Is it reasonable for a suitcase containing his body to sit at a garbage dump for over a week without being destroyed, just waiting for them to discover it?"

"If they want to look up Takasugi, they can find his file in the archives."

"No matter what they want to do, you can always arrange it in advance behind the scenes!"

"Don't you think all of this went too smoothly? And it seems a bit too deliberate!"

“You’re right, things are going quite smoothly,” Chen Yang said with a smile, “but that’s because our target is two guys who consider themselves smart.”

“Nan Tian and Kazuo Takaji are both top-tier elites in the eyes of ordinary people. They are arrogant and self-righteous, which is a common problem for this type of person. They have always been flattered, so some things that seem too easy to others become reasonable in their eyes!”

"A genius must have something that sets them apart from others."

"They're still so focused on how efficiently they're solving cases that they haven't thought of this yet."

"Furthermore, I have already spoken to Ando and asked him to assist Nantian in capturing Xiang Fang as soon as possible. I want to use continuous victories to stimulate their ambition and make them feel that they are very powerful."

"By the time they realize things are going too smoothly, it will probably be too late!"

"So, boss, you're planning to kill them?" Lin Su casually stated this conclusion.

"I'm not interested in their lives for now," Chen Yang said nonchalantly after a pause. "Besides, what adult would argue with two children..."

Lin Su subconsciously covered her mouth, afraid that she would laugh out loud. After finally calming herself down, she said, "Mr. Kono sent a telegram saying that he still needs three more bottles of your special medicine."

He said that since you've already paid in full, he can pay for it, and he'll pay double the price!

"Three more bottles," Chen Yang paused slightly in his teacup, then sighed. "He still needs it. I'll give you three bottles of medicine. Arrange for someone reliable to go to the Japanese military transport department's special airport in Hongkou tomorrow afternoon. I'll have someone take him in!"

"Tell him to remember that once he goes in, he shouldn't say a word. If anyone asks him anything, he should just show them his ID and not worry about anything else."

"After he gets off the plane, someone will take him to the field hospital to see Kono."

Lin Su wrote down every word and bowed slightly, saying, "Understood, I'll go arrange for people now."

Lin Su turned and left. Chen Yang stood up and walked to the window, looking at the night view below.

The key figure in the plan to deal with Yoshida was Masaaki Kono, the vice president of the army hospital.

Originally, the two were just ordinary collaborators. A few months ago, Kono was ordered to go north to organize a medical team. Because it was a secret operation, no information could be found.

The reason he was willing to cooperate with Chen Yang and grant Takasugi Kōji GTC access was because of Unit 731's unreliable bacteriological warfare.

They poisoned the spring water, causing more than a thousand soldiers downstream to contract severe cholera.

To deal with this illness, one option is to continuously replenish large amounts of saline solution and get through it. Another option is the special medicine Chen Yang has, penicillin.

Of course, Kono didn't know what Takasugi Kōji wanted to do; he simply thought that Chen Yang wanted to smuggle some medical equipment and medicines.

His previous collaboration with Chen Yang involved buying and selling medical supplies, including specialty metals, high-standard sulfonamides, medical devices, gauze, etc.

As for the murderer who killed Nohara, it was the owner of the Asakawa restaurant, Kenjiro Asakawa.

The price was three gold bars and what he considered a famous sword…

Now that everything is done, it's just a matter of when Kazue Takaji will reveal the truth...

Shanghai, Special Higher Police Headquarters

As Kazuyo walked down the long corridor leading to the Special Higher Police Section, his footsteps were unusually clear.

He paused briefly in front of the heavy teak door, took off his wide-brimmed hat and tucked it between his elbows before raising his hand to knock lightly.

"Come in." Fujita's voice squeezed out harshly from the crack in the door.

Upon seeing the person's face clearly, Colonel Fujita, who was sitting behind his large desk, visibly stiffened. He seemed surprised that Chiyoji would come to his door so brazenly!

“Wachi-kun,” Fujita’s voice rang out, “why are you requesting an audience so urgently? Is there any progress in the Yoshida case?”

Kazuki Takaji gently pushed the thin yet incredibly heavy preliminary forensic report onto the table, his finger pointing to a line of ink-printed text below Hiroshi Nohara's autopsy conclusion: "A laceration of the carotid artery is the fatal injury, caused by repeated, powerful, and precise cutting with a sharp instrument..."

"The fatal wound is in the back, caused by a sharp blade piercing the heart. The bone structure here is severely twisted and deformed, resulting from an instantaneous impact of extremely high-intensity blunt force..."

“Nohara was already a scapegoat.” Kazuchi Takaji said, looking at Fujita, “The murderer used his body as a prop, and disposed of it in such a hurry that he left us with this…”

Fujita looked at the report, his eyes instantly sharpening: "Repeated cutting? What does that mean?"

"I think it should be a kind of fighting technique, and the opponent should be using a light and sharp weapon such as a dagger."

"It can attack the same spot at a high frequency in a short period of time." Kazutaka paused for a moment and guessed, "For example, a chef's knife used to cut sashimi!"

“A kitchen knife? Impossible!” Fujita shook his head. “Japanese kitchen knives are sharp enough, but the blade is too thin and the blade is too brittle. They’re okay for cutting, but you said it was caused by a forceful impact. I’d venture to guess that it was caused by stabbing the knife in from behind.”

"If it were a kitchen knife, doing this would definitely get the blade stuck between the bones!"

“Fujita-kun is right, we think so too. However, there is another possibility: the quality of the kitchen knife is better than that of a regular kitchen knife.” Kazuyoji turned a page and pointed to a newly marked discovery, “There is indeed a little bit of metal left from the rolled edge of the knife at the wound.”

"After laboratory testing, it was found that this is a special alloy. The batch number of this alloy is 'Army Medical Department - Grade A'."

"It belongs to a very small number of specially supplied medical equipment military supplies, and its purpose is for the special maintenance of precision instruments."

"Recently... the head of the security department, Vice President Masaaki Kono, applied for thirty more than the limit under the pretext of equipment maintenance."

Fujita's eyes narrowed sharply: "Kono..."

"The deputy director of the Imperial Army Hospital?" Fujita slammed his hand on the table, the sound echoing heavily. "Where is he now?"

"Vanished without a trace. Along with his personal belongings in his apartment, fragments of dark blue paint-coated packaging paper remained beneath the burn marks!" Kazuyoji's tone remained unchanged, but he lowered the overall volume of the room even further.
"I had someone check, and it seems to be packaging paper for some kind of item. There's no further information at the moment."

"You believe that Nohara-kun's death is related to Vice Dean Kono?" Fujita's brow furrowed even deeper. "But you have no evidence, and Vice Dean Kono disappeared more than two months before Dr. Nohara's death."

"A hospital's vice president? His sudden disappearance at this time, in my intuition, is more likely to be on some kind of secret mission, and someone has secretly covered up his information."

“That possibility cannot be ruled out,” Kazuki Takaji said seriously, “We don’t have enough manpower. If we want to solve all the mysteries, I think I need Fujita-kun’s help!”

Fujita asked slowly, "So, what does Kazuchi-kun want the Special Higher Police to do?"

Wachi Takaji said seriously, "This case is no longer a simple case of military disciplinary violations."

"I need eyes to gather intelligence and arms to track down criminals."

"The assassins who killed Yoshida have an extraordinary ability to disappear without a trace."

"With just a few of us conducting an open search, we might be able to find Kono's trail, but we won't be able to catch the hand that has already merged into the darkness."

He stared at Fujita. "I think the Special Higher Police need to intervene in the underworld."

Fujita remained silent for a long while, then reached for the heavy brass telephone on the table and ordered in a hoarse voice: "Order Yoko Minamida of Special Section 1 to report to the Special Higher Police Headquarters immediately. Major Shinichi Ando of the Action Group, be fully prepared and ready to go."

A hint of excitement appeared on Wachi Takaji's face. "Thank you, Fujita-kun."

Fujita waved his hand slowly, "It's nothing, I hope they can help you."

As Yoko Minamida hurried through the underground entrance of the Special Higher Police, which reeked of disinfectant, Major Shinichi Ando was already waiting at the end of the dark and cold passageway.

Ando was not tall but was lean and capable, dressed in a faded casual outfit, and holding a dark baseball cap in his hand.

As Nantian approached, Ando was frowning and staring at his watch. The moment his gaze swept over Nantian, it was sharp as a blade drawn from its sheath, then he withdrew it without a trace, leaving only a professional scrutiny between his brows.

“Section Chief Minamida,” Ando’s voice was low and concise, “Colonel Fujita has ordered my unit to provide full assistance to the military police and your investigation.”

Nantian's response was equally brisk: "The Ran Agency is investigating the Yoshida assassination case, and we are tracking down the true master of the 'Dr. Nohara' persona."

"Based on the information we currently have and the description of the criminal's personal profile, this killer is an assassin with extremely high combat skills. He is ruthless and elusive!"

"The current focus is on investigating black market trading points, underground casinos, and special locations that can mobilize large quantities of ice."

"Especially those independent middlemen and armed brokers with elusive whereabouts."

“This kind of person always leaves a trace when they make a move.” Ando carefully considered the information issued by Nantian and quickly gave the order: “Get ‘Grey Sparrow’ and ‘Black Stone’ moving. They are more familiar with black market transactions. See if there has been any recent activity.”

"Hai," the man bowed slightly, then silently disappeared into the dark passage leading to the side door, like a drop of water merging into a deep pool.

Time flows silently...

Three days later, in Shanghai, near the Sixteen Factories Wharf, at the end of a secluded and deserted corridor, a group of Special Higher Police (STPD) action team members dressed in civilian clothes gathered together, led by Shinichi Ando.

At the alley entrance, a barely audible sound arose. Ando suddenly opened his eyes, his sharp gaze piercing through the dim light as he swept forward.

A thin man approached rapidly along the base of the wall like a frightened mouse.

He wore a stained hat with the brim pulled down very low.

He cautiously made a few short "click, click" signals, and was then roughly dragged into a darker corner by the Special Higher Police's action team.

Ando used half of his body to shield the person in the shadows of the corner, blocking most of their view.

"Major...!" The informant's voice was hoarse and urgent, barely contained in his throat, "'Jackal'... he's let slip (leaked their whereabouts)!"

A cold glint flashed in Ando's eyes, and he immediately pressed his hand down on the man's thin shoulder, tightening his grip like an iron clamp, and demanded, "Explain yourself!"

The informant shuddered in pain, almost crying out, but forced himself to suppress it: "Northwest direction,"

"It's hidden right there on the site of the Sixteen Factories Wharf! In the back street, in that cluster of dilapidated houses partitioned off by rotten wood, the seventh room is the deepest and darkest nook and cranny! That place used to be Boss Du's warehouse, a dead corner that nobody dared to go to!"

"Are you sure?" Ando's tone suddenly turned cold...

The informant, his bones aching from being squeezed, gasped, "No mistake! Jackal saw it with his own eyes last night! That man..."

"He's a professional assassin, with a big reputation in the underworld. He's been spending very lavishly lately, and the timing matches the timeline you provided perfectly. There's a saying in China: 'If you don't beat a thief, he'll confess after three years!' No doubt about it!" He suddenly shuddered violently, his voice abruptly stopping, and he looked around in terror, as if afraid of being seen.
These informants make a living by buying and selling information. If it were discovered that they were traitors, especially traitors collaborating with the Japanese, their fate would be self-evident...

Ando's gaze froze, then instantly turned to Nanda beside him.

Nantian Yangzi stepped forward and grabbed the man by the collar: "What's the name of the person you're talking about?"

"Xiang Fang, quick-dagger Xiang Fang..."

At the Sixteen Hongs Wharf telephone booth, the sound of a phone call connecting was like a relentless drumbeat striking Nantian's heart.

"Moshi Moshi, this is Liu Yida from the Lan Agency. May I ask who is looking for Colonel Kazuchi?"

"You are Mr. Liu? That's great! Please pass on the message to Director He Zhi!"

"The killer's location has been confirmed! Near the warehouse at the Sixteen Lines Wharf, coordinates..." She clearly stated the location of the alley she had just obtained, her words flowing rapidly like a storm.

"Target characteristics: Male, with a large bluish-black snake-shaped tattoo on his right arm! Extremely dangerous. Requesting immediate action from the Iron Feather Operation Team! The Special Higher Police Operation Team will take the lead in setting up surveillance!"

With a snap, she hung up the phone.

Those usually calm eyes now burned with the intimidating light of a predator, and without any hesitation, they turned to Ando: "Action! We'll hold him off!"

Ando nodded and roared, "Team One, Team Two! Target Xiang Fang! Approach stealthily, surround him! We can't let him escape through the rat hole! Hurry!"

At his roar, seven or eight Special Higher Police officers who had been lurking in the shadows suddenly rushed out like a flock of startled crows.

Shanghai, Sixteen Factories Wharf...

The plainclothes officers of the Special Higher Police's Operations Team slipped into a huge pool of sewage like streaks of ink, silently approaching the target's location from all directions.
The members of Group Two were scattered around, blocking every possible escape route.

Shinichi Ando, ​​along with Yoko Minamida and another elite team member, positioned themselves opposite the legendary target location, at the corner of that half-collapsed chicken coop.

Nantian's nerves were on edge, his fingertips coldly gripping the gun holster under his arm, while the small but deadly Browning was carefully concealed beneath his robe.

They stared at the shack, which was almost completely buried by collapsed debris. The door was nowhere to be found, leaving only a dark entrance.

Suddenly, an extremely jarring sound of a foot breaking a rotten wooden plank shattered the stagnant stillness of the scene.

It didn't come from inside the shed, but from not far behind Ando!
The three of them turned around sharply and saw a blurry figure emerge from behind a hole in another crooked shack!
"There!" Ando roared.

That person's reaction was nothing short of inhuman.

It instantly unleashed a terrifying speed completely disproportionate to its body!

The rotten, brittle wooden wall tore apart like paper when he slammed his shoulder into it!
With a deafening roar, splinters of wood and dust erupted like a fountain!

He chose the most violent and barbaric method to tear a gap in the encirclement!
Ando was stunned. He hadn't expected this person to escape in this way. In just a brief moment of hesitation, the figure, enveloped in a cloud of wood chips and dust, crashed out of their sight!

"Chase him!" Ando roared, taking off like a madman! At the same time, he shouted sharply to the team members who were directing the deployment, "He's running towards the fish market! Teams two and three, flank him! Quickly! Block the south exit!"

Nantian reacted only half a beat slower than Ando. She quickly determined the direction and, like a falcon pouncing on its prey, leaped into the newly broken hole in the chicken coop!
Outside the cave was an even narrower, smellier mud alley, at the other end of which vaguely led towards the bustling fish market at the dock.

She scanned the area quickly and saw a figure running desperately forward less than twenty meters ahead.

"Halt!" Nan Tian's sharp shout carried the sound of metal slicing through the air!

While she was still charging forward, the Browning hidden in her sleeve slid into her palm, and she pulled the trigger sharply, the muzzle flashing a short burst of orange light!

The body visibly staggered upon hearing the gunshot, and then he made an inexplicable movement.

He leaped up from the muddy ground, touched the wall with his toes, and flipped onto the roof. His movements were fluid and seamless, as if they had been rehearsed beforehand!
He didn't even glance back at the source of the fire, but instead turned into a narrower alley at an unimaginable speed!

At this moment, Ando and the others caught up and blocked the other alley entrance.

"He's up there," Nantian yelled, pointing at the dead-end alleyway that was almost entirely blocked by moldy cardboard boxes. "Send two people! Go around to the fish market exit and block it!"

Ando frowned. They were professional action team members and were well-prepared for this situation. The two team members pulled out a roll of tough black rope, with slipknots already tied at both ends, just like a professional arresting noose.

The two men swung ropes toward the eaves, hooked onto a corner, and leaped up, landing on a pile of collapsed old corrugated cardboard boxes on the side of the alley. Using the momentum, they jumped upwards, pushed off the wall, and with incredible agility climbed onto a low shed roof that had not yet completely collapsed next to the narrow gap.

Upon seeing two figures appear on the opposite side, Xiang Fang, who was on the roof, did not hesitate at all and immediately leaped down from the edge of the roof!
His body stretched out in mid-air, then he flipped over and landed smoothly, his movements resembling acrobatics.

"Drink!" The two men in the distance were no ordinary people either. They exhaled and shouted, their ropes flying through the air, precisely targeting Xiang Fang. This surprise attack technique came from an ancient Japanese constable binding technique, which had been very effective in dealing with fierce ronin during the Edo period!

Xiang Fang had no idea that the attack would come from above!
The moment the thin black rope tightened around his neck, he let out a muffled, terrifying groan!

He frantically raised his hand and grabbed at the top of his head!
But in that brief moment of hesitation, another person on the roof rushed up, his hands tightly gripping the rope, his body using the force to fall onto his broad back!
The combined weight of his entire body and the skillful use of force instantly made him stagger forward!
He fell heavily into the slippery mud piled with rotting fish intestines!

"Ugh... Ah!" Xiang Fang roared in fury like a trapped beast struggling for its life, trying to shake off the heavy burden on its back!

The terrifying bluish-black venomous snake tattoo writhed wildly on the violently heaving muscles of his right arm!
But the other man's legs were tightly wrapped around his waist and abdomen, his entire body weight hanging on the tough black rope, and his hands were straining to the limit, almost sinking deep into the flesh of the strong man's thick neck!
The standoff lasted less than ten seconds before Ando, ​​Minamida, and several Special Higher Police (TAT) action team members finally pounced!
Without any unnecessary words, several burly men pounced on them from different directions!
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They skillfully held down Xiang Fang's limbs as he rolled and struggled!

The rope and metal handcuffs were quickly fastened!
Nantian finally breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of excitement appearing in his eyes!
As the group escorted Xiang Fang out of the alley, a military truck roared into the hellish streets with the heavy hum of its engine.

Before the vehicle had even come to a complete stop, the rear ramp had already been lowered with a "bang".

Kazuyo Takaji's cold and expressionless face appeared on the car door step, his gaze sweeping over the chaotic scene.

And Xiang Fang, who was pinned to the ground by several teammates, his eyes filled with hatred.

Kazuyo stepped out of the car, his gleaming military boots treading over the foul-smelling mud.

He crouched down, the leather of his military boots almost touching Xiang Fang's shoulder.

His gaze swept over the face covered in filth and dirt like a scalpel!

It was as if he wanted to imprint the man's face deeply into his mind...

His jaw was so broad it was almost clumsy, his brow bone and bridge of his nose were twisted and grotesque from the pain, and most striking was a long, deep red scar on his forehead, which was now even more glaring due to the blood engorgement caused by his rage.

He looked up at Nantian Yangzi, his gaze lingering for half a second on her disheveled hair and mud-smeared face from the fight, before nodding slightly.

Without any further words, this nod is the highest level of recognition and silent gratitude.

Nantian pursed her dry lips slightly, and her breathing gradually calmed down.

Shinichi Ando stood aside, directing his team to clean up the scene. His sharp eyes scanned any potentially dangerous corners. He only gave Takaji Wachi a cold glance. For him, the mission was over, and it was time to hand over the people.

Several military police officers roughly dragged the still struggling Xiang Fang up and shoved him into the black iron cage in the back of the truck. The iron cage slammed shut with a heavy clang.

Wachi Takaji did not immediately return to the car. He straightened up, his deep gaze sweeping over the people before him once more.

"Find a way to pry his mouth open," Kazuki Takaji's deep voice rang out. "I need to know who's behind him."

(End of this chapter)