Espionage: I Have Photo Editing Software

"Are you using me as a talisman?" Matsumoto Shigeharu laughed.

Wei Renming said with a shameless grin, "President Matsumoto is kind and righteous, he certainly wouldn't just stand by and watch me get assassinated."

Matsumoto Shigeharu shook his head. "I can't let you stay here. However, I have a small building on North Sichuan Road where you can stay for a few days."

Wei Renming cupped his hands and said, "Thank you!"

……

"What? You mean Wei Renming went to Hongkou early this morning?" Wang Xinheng asked in surprise.

"Yes! Could it be that he's trying to seek refuge with the Japanese?" said Wang Changyu, the head of the intelligence group in the British concession.

"Keep a close eye on him and report any intelligence immediately." Wang Xinheng quickly guessed Wei Renming's intention.

"Currently, Wei Renming seems to have the best chance of infiltrating the Japanese... We must play our part convincingly and not let sentimentality cause us to miss this opportunity."

He still decided to proceed with the assassination plan.

Even if it means the death of a few operatives, we are willing to pay the price.

Two days later, late at night.

Wei Renming lay on his bed on the second floor, staring blankly at the ceiling.

From the moment he moved into the small building, he never left the house.

After all, if he doesn't go out, the Secret Service won't have an opportunity to assassinate him.

What else can we do besides give up?

We can't just launch a direct attack, can we?

Doing so would make it seem more reasonable for the Secret Service to abandon the assassination attempt.

"Woof woof woof..."

The sudden barking of the dog immediately alerted Wei Renming.

"What happened downstairs?" he shouted as he came to the wall by the window.

The Japanese bodyguards didn't have time to reply; they hurriedly pulled out their pistols and fired at the intruders.

"Da da da..."

Gunfire erupted in rapid succession.

Wei Renming took a deep breath.

He never imagined he would go to such lengths.

Wang Xinheng insisted on completing the entire performance.

"There's a grenade!" the Japanese bodyguard suddenly shouted.

The voice just fell.

"boom!"

A deafening roar came from the first floor.

Even the floor beneath Wei Renming's feet was shaking.

"Damn! Did they have to make it this realistic?!"

He felt that the people Wang Xinheng sent seemed to be serious.

Two minutes ago.

In the small building a hundred meters away.

"Section Chief! Someone's really trying to assassinate us! Should we help?" the subordinate asked.

Shimizu Taro stood by the window and said coldly, "Let's wait and see."

His decision not to intervene was to see if the Special Service was putting on an act or if they genuinely wanted to kill Wei Renming.

Until the grenade exploded.

He finally found the answer in his heart.

"What are you standing there for? Get the operatives to help! If Wei Renming really dies, we'll be in big trouble!"

Subordinate: ...

After the order was given, eight Special Higher Police officers, armed with pre-prepared submachine guns, rushed off.

the other side.

The six operatives sent by Wang Xinheng have stormed the first floor, while the Japanese bodyguards have retreated to the stairwell on the second floor.

"boom……"

Three grenades were thrown up to the second floor and exploded one after another.

"We're out of grenades, we have to charge upwards!"

"Hurry up, this is Japanese territory, we can't delay!"

"One person stays to guard the main entrance on the first floor, the rest of you follow me!"

"Damn it, I hate traitors the most, I'll lead the charge!"

After one of the team members finished speaking, he rushed up the stairs.

He had only climbed a few flights of stairs when a Japanese bodyguard shot him in the chest from above.

He endured the pain, kept moving, and raised his gun to fight back.

Seeing this, the others also opened fire to provide cover fire, and it looked like he was about to rush up to the second floor.

Unexpectedly, a barrage of gunfire erupted from behind them.

"Da da da..."

When the Special Higher Police arrived, a single volley of fire brought the goalkeeper to the ground.

"Their reinforcements have arrived," a team member said in despair.

"Don't be a coward, let's do it!"

"I have to explain myself today!"

……

Caught between a pincer movement, the remaining five team members were powerless to resist and were quickly shot and killed.

Standing in the courtyard, Shimizu Taro called out, "The assassins are all dead, you can come downstairs now!"

Wei Renming completely ignored him.

What if it's an assassin's trick?

He only believed it when the Japanese bodyguard came in and told him.

He bowed to Shimizu Taro and said, "May I ask your name? I will always remember your life-saving grace."

"I am Taro Shimizu from the Special Higher Police Section of the consulate."

Wei Renming was startled; this guy was not easy to deal with.

Chen Zhiqiang had fought him before and never won.

"So it was Section Chief Shimizu!"

"Oh? You've heard of my name?" Shimizu Taro said with a smile.

"The advisor on the mountain once mentioned you and spoke highly of you." Wei Renming was not lying.

"It's Yamagami-san! We often drink together!" Shimizu Taro pointed to the corpse that had been moved to the yard. "Who are they? Why did they kill you?"

"Sigh, it's a long story." Wei Renming shook his head and said, "Was Section Chief Shimizu on duty nearby? If it weren't for your help tonight, I'm afraid I would be a corpse by now."

Shimizu Taro said, "I just happened to be passing by and heard the gunshot, so I came to check. You're really lucky to be alive."

"I'm hosting a banquet for Section Chief Shimizu tomorrow, and I hope you'll be there."

"I won't eat at the banquet, you should get some rest!" Shimizu Taro waved his hand and prepared to leave.

"Section Chief Shimizu, wait a moment!" Wei Renming hurriedly went to the bedroom, took out a checkbook, tore off a check, signed and stamped it, then went to the yard, walked to Shimizu's side, and whispered, "You and the brothers have worked hard tonight. Here is one thousand yen, please treat you and the brothers to a meal. I hope you won't refuse."

Shimizu Taro was somewhat tempted. "Isn't this inappropriate?"

This money is equivalent to more than half a year's salary for him.

It would be a lie to say I don't want it.

The police station has extremely strict discipline. He doesn't make much money on a regular basis; at most, he embezzles some of the informant's funds.

He sends all of his monthly salary back to his family in China, except for daily expenses.

In the police station, the First Division, or the Police Affairs Division, is where the most money is made.

The Police Affairs Section is responsible for the general affairs and daily administration of the police station, security cases in the Japanese-controlled area, and the management of overseas Chinese. They frequently deal with Japanese businessmen, so making money from them is incredibly easy.

"Please don't misunderstand. This money isn't my way of repaying you!" Wei Renming smiled. "It's too late today, I didn't have time to prepare. I'll repay you in a more substantial way later!"

"Mr. Wei, thank you for your kindness." Shimizu Taro accepted the check.

Wei Renming's heart skipped a beat.

"He called me Wei Sang? That means he knows who I am... Heh, so this bastard has been spying on me all along."

"I'll be hosting a banquet at Fujimura's restaurant tomorrow night..." Wei Renming added.

"Well..." Shimizu Taro softened his tone after accepting the money, "I should have time tomorrow night!"

"Thank you for your presence, Section Chief Shimizu. Tomorrow I'll invite Councilor Yamagami to join us; we'll drink until we're completely drunk!"

"Okay!" Shimizu Taro replied with a smile.

After seeing him off, Wei Renming waited in the courtyard for a while before the Japanese police arrived late. After finding out the reason, they called for people to come and collect the body.

After everything was over, Wei Renming lay on the bed, smelling the blood in the air, his expression filled with grief.

"Nine people have died in just a few days..."