Spy War: My Cheat Code is a Rat

Lu Chen remained silent, standing behind the two men, watching Kuroda reprimand Sato and the Japanese soldiers.

"Lu Jun, I'm sorry to have made you laugh."

Kuroda tried hard to control his expression and looked at Lu Chen.

"Colonel Kuroda, it's alright. It's just that if you leave the morphine here, who could possibly sneak in and steal it without a sound? I couldn't have imagined it either."

Lu Chen frowned. In front of Kuroda, he was undoubtedly also concerned about the whereabouts of this batch of morphine.

Lu Chen's words implied, both openly and subtly, that besides the Japanese troops here, who else would have had the opportunity to steal this batch of morphine?

Kuroda remained silent. In truth, he also harbored some suspicions about Sato Yosho, but after all, Sato was the head of the intelligence section and had worked in the Special Higher Police for many years, making his defection unlikely.

However, only a few people here know about this batch of morphine. Besides him, the only other person with the authority to enter is Sato Yosho.

"It's alright, don't worry, Mr. Lu. It was just an accident. I'll investigate it thoroughly."

Kuroda's expression was somewhat gloomy. He didn't even call out to Lu Chen, and turned to leave. Lu Chen quickly lifted his foot to follow.

What can you find out by investigating?

Lu Chen scoffed. In an era before surveillance had even been invented, he didn't believe Kuroda could uncover any useful information.

His words just now also aroused Kuroda's suspicion of Sato.

"Mr. Lu, you should report to TGOAT tomorrow. Let's get the other matters arranged today."

As they approached Kuroda's office, Kuroda turned around and told Lu Chen to come back tomorrow.

Lu Chen nodded, then walked out of the Special Higher Police and out of the Japanese Concession.

He had almost mastered French. Huang Dayong had previously said that he would trade a batch of logistical supplies with the Japanese army and also do business with the French.

Put the French side aside for now; the most important thing right now is that batch of logistical supplies.

Now that I've developed the rat's abilities, I realize that my previous limited thinking completely prevented me from considering this.

That batch of supplies must belong to the organization. As long as I know where those supplies are, I can get the rats to move them away quietly again.

"However, I need to go to the French Concession to report to Wang Yan first."

Lu Chen thought that when he walked out of the Japanese concession, he saw Liu Jie still standing there. He called him over and told him that he didn't have to watch over it for now, that he would still be paid, and that he could come back to watch it later.

Liu Jie was puzzled, but he now unconditionally trusted Lu Chen's words. As long as Lu Chen didn't order him to die, he would do it.

There wasn't much in the warehouse: 2000 bottles of morphine. 1,000 bottles were given to Kuroda to deliver, and the remaining 1,000 bottles were moved to the French Concession by some workers after Lu Chen had them carried away.

This is still Japanese territory, and there's a high chance of being discovered, so there's no point in having Liu Jie watch over it. Lu Chen then let him go.

Lu Chen did not return to the military police headquarters with Liu Jie. Instead, he went to the French Concession and went directly to find Wang Yan.

"Huang Dayong has already been confirmed to have betrayed us, so why did you still send these logistical supplies to him?"

Lu Chen smoked a cigarette and leaned against the balcony with Wang Yan, looking puzzled. Wouldn't this give Huang Dayong an opportunity?

"I don't understand either. I've already uploaded the news of Huang Dayong's defection, and it says that a leader was very happy, asked for my name, and said he wanted to reward me properly."

Wang Yan exhaled a puff of smoke, his brows furrowed deeply. After taking a deep breath, he looked at Lu Chen and spoke again.

"I remember last time you and I were involved in something sinister? I think so now too. If you want a reward, why do you have to know your name? I just don't know who that person is."

Upon hearing Wang Yan's words, Lu Chen's heart tightened. Was he being targeted?

Logistics was once again handled by Huang Dayong, which suggests that this guy holds a fairly high position.

"But I didn't say that, as I promised you, only I know your name."

Wang Yan smiled and patted Lu Chen on the shoulder to reassure him.

A relaxed smile appeared on Lu Chen's face. He then left Wang Yan's place and went home.

The devil above has his eye on me. I'd better be careful. If he can infiltrate even the high-ranking officials, who knows how many little devils are at the lower levels.

Looking at the cat mask in his hand, he tucked it into his pocket, deciding to be more cautious when doing important things in the future.

"Brother Lu Chen, you're here? How's your French learning going?"

As soon as Lu Chen arrived at the military police station, Huang Dayong came to greet him, looking very happy.

"Brother Huang, I have successfully completed the task."

With the help of his body's super memory, he had completely learned French in just about a week.

Lu Chen observed the memories of the body's original owner. It seemed that he didn't have this talent before. Perhaps he only gained this ability because he had transmigrated.

"Haha, good, I knew I hadn't misjudged you, Brother Lu. Come with me to see that Frenchman later."

Huang Dayong was very happy and called Liu Jie over, asking him to prepare the car, as they were going to talk business with the French later.

Lu Chen nodded in agreement. He wanted to discuss business with the French, but he didn't know what kind of business it was—arms? Food? Or something else?

He doesn't know yet, but he'll find out soon enough.

"Brother Chen, what business does Director Huang want to discuss? Is he taking the two of us along?"

Liu Jie and Lu Chen sat in the car waiting for Huang Dayong. Liu Jie was a little reluctant. He thought that this time it would be the same as last time, provoking someone like Zhang Rongshan. He wasn't afraid, but he was still a little worried about what would happen to his family if something happened to him.

"It seems like they're doing business with the French."

Lu Chen wasn't in the mood to chat with Liu Jie; for some reason, he was a little tired.

Upon hearing Lu Chen's words, Liu Jie visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Xiao Jie, go to the French Concession."

Soon after, Huang Dayong got into the back seat of the car and asked Liu Jie to drive to the French Concession.

Liu Jie started the car, and Lu Chen sat in the front seat. The French Concession wasn't far away; they would arrive in a short while.

"Xiao Jie, don't say anything out of line later. Brother Lu, could you translate for me?"

After getting out of the car, Huang Dayong turned around and gave the two men some instructions, which they nodded in agreement. Then they went into a high-end restaurant.

The restaurant doorman was Chinese. Upon seeing Lu Chen and his group, he quickly went up to greet them. After Huang Dayong told them their seats, he led them to their seats.

The seat was already occupied; it belonged to a Frenchman with a slight beard, dressed in a suit that was considered high-end for the time.

Upon seeing Huang Dayong, he stood up and shook hands. Huang Dayong didn't know what he was saying and couldn't understand French, so he just smiled and sat down.

"Mr. Adrian, this is Lu Chen, my translator, and this is Liu Jie, my driver."

Lu Chen and Huang Dayong sat down, while Liu Jie stood to the side without sitting down. Huang Dayong spoke, and Lu Chen translated his words.

"Oh, Huang, I didn't expect your French translation to be so good this time. It really surprised me."

Adrian felt a sense of kinship upon hearing Lu Chen speak fluent French, and extended his hand to shake Lu Chen's.

"Huang, how much grain are you talking about? Forgive my bluntness, but we French are not used to Chinese grain. However, I am a businessman, and in the current situation, grain can definitely make a lot of money."

Adrian wore gold-rimmed glasses; his pupils were blue, and he would adjust them occasionally as he spoke.