Anti-Japanese War Espionage: I Have an Omniscient Perspective

The liaison officer nodded, glanced around warily, turned and disappeared into the alley.

Lin Rui didn't dare to delay and hurried to his lodging on Lüban Road, rapidly calculating the details of the operation in his mind along the way.

Under the current circumstances, we can only proceed as planned, climb over the wall and take the risk. As for whether Lu Dahong is home, we can only rely on our special abilities to confirm.

When they arrived at their lodgings, Zhou Zhitang and his men were checking their weapons. Seeing Lin Rui rush in, they quickly stood up and asked, "Brother Lin, what happened?"

"The station has issued an emergency order," Lin Rui said, walking quickly to the table and lowering his voice. "Lu Dahong is attending the preparatory meeting of the puppet association hosted by the Japanese army tomorrow. The impact is too great. We have been ordered to kill him as soon as possible without delay."

"Good!" A fierce glint flashed in Zhou Zhitang's eyes as he slammed his hand on the table. "To save us the trouble of starting with that servant, tomorrow night, we'll do as you said: scale the wall, kill him!"

Everyone nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with determination. The waiting of the past few days had transformed into a resolve to eliminate the traitors.

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The following night.

The night was dark and the cold wind howled.

A light, cold rain began to fall from the sky, pattering softly on the bluestone path.

The rainy night conveniently concealed any traces of the operation, and the guards inside and outside Wing Fung Estate sought shelter from the rain, reducing the chances of being discovered.

Lin Rui and Zhou Zhitang, along with six of their men, were fully prepared at their lodging location.

They were all wearing dark short jackets, with leg wraps, and each had two pistols.

"Let's go." Zhou Zhitang gave the order, opened the door and led the way out, followed by his six subordinates, with Lin Rui following at the back.

The group made their way through the rainy night, quietly making their way to the outside of the western wall of Yongfeng Village.

"Brothers, remember your roles. Once you've infiltrated the building, act quickly. Kill Lu Dahong and retreat immediately. Don't linger!" Zhou Zhitang lowered his voice, reminding everyone again. Then he looked at Lin Rui, "Brother Lin, you stay outside and provide backup. We'll go in and make our move!"

"Okay, be careful. I'll signal immediately if anything seems amiss." Lin Rui nodded in response, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily to make sure the police and undercover agents were not moving. At the same time, he quietly activated his three-dimensional perspective ability—he wanted to see through the wall to confirm whether Lu Dahong was inside Apartment 17.

Two team members stood on either side of each other, using their backs as a human ladder. One of them was pushed up and used as a stepping stone to climb the wall, then threw the wet quilt he was holding onto the barbed wire.

Then, he was the first to climb over the wall, land on the quilt, and gently leap into the soft ground inside the wall. After that, Zhou Zhitang and the other six climbed over the wall one by one, their movements swift and without making a sound.

As they scaled the wall, Lin Rui used his supernatural abilities to observe the situation at the Lu residence behind it.

In Lu Dahong's bedroom, a person was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, with their back to the door.

At this moment, Zhou Zhitang and his six companions quietly crept along the backyard of Apartment No. 17 to the back door of the Western-style building, pried open the door, and slipped inside.

Lin Rui's special ability followed them closely, watching them carefully search every room of the mansion.

If things continue like this, they will successfully reach the third-floor bedroom and kill Lu Dahong.

He turned his gaze to Lu Dahong's bedroom on the third floor.

At this moment, the person lying on the bed moved and turned to face up.

This way, Lin Rui could see his face more clearly.

That's not right!

This person is similar in build and appearance to Lu Dahong, but he is not the real Lu Dahong.

Clearly, he knew the danger that would ensue if he defected to the Japanese, so he set up a substitution scheme to have someone else die in his place.

Lin Rui's heart tightened, and he immediately used his supernatural vision to quickly search the surrounding houses along the wall of Yongfeng Village.

A moment later, his gaze fell on Building 7—the house of Lu Dahong's in-laws, not far from Apartment 17. At this moment, the lights were on in the living room of Building 7, and Lu Dahong was sitting on the sofa, talking to a bald man in a relaxed tone.

"I'm just staying here for one night. I'll be heading to the conference in Tainan tomorrow morning."

"And your home?"

"There are also people who took my money and would take my place if someone came to kill me tonight."

"You, why couldn't you stay peacefully in the concession? Why did you have to get in touch with the Japanese? Why can't you let go of those worldly riches?"

"My power plant and waterworks, no matter who occupies Shanghai, need to be managed. This money is mine, why should others take it?"

"You're so easily swayed by trivial matters that you've overlooked the bigger picture. Enough said."

Lin Rui withdrew his superpower, took a few steps back, accelerated forward, kicked off the wall, and actually rushed up, grabbed the edge of the wall, and then flipped over the quilt and jumped down.

Landing on the soft ground, he breathed a sigh of relief. After gaining superpowers, his strength and reaction speed were constantly improving. Although the rate of increase was not fast, it was already far stronger than that of ordinary people.

Taking a breath, he quickly slipped through the back door.

There were action team members guarding the back door, which startled me, and I was about to raise my gun.

"It's me," Lin Rui said hurriedly.

"Mr. Chen, what brings you in? Is there something going on outside?" the team member asked, putting down his pistol.

"I just remembered something. None of the Lu family's servants went out to buy groceries today. Isn't that a bit strange, considering Lu Dahong is staying at home?"

"It is a bit strange. Mr. Chen, let's go check the servants' quarters."

The two moved quietly up to the second floor to find the servants' quarters.

Most of the rooms on the second floor were empty, except for the one near the stairs, which was occupied.

The team members pushed open the door and saw the maid who often went out to buy groceries kneeling and worshipping in front of a statue.

A gun was pointed at his head: "Is Lu Dahong home?"

"No...no. Don't kill me, sir." The servant stammered, her body stiff.

"Are you here or not? Tell the truth, or your life will be in danger," Lin Rui pressed.

With the cold muzzle of a gun pointed at her temple, the maid, overwhelmed with fear, decisively revealed the truth: "She's not home. The person upstairs is a fake."

"Where did he go?" the operative grabbed by the collar and asked fiercely.

The maid cried and begged for mercy, "Sir, I really don't know! After he came back, he told me to stay in the room and not to come out, and he didn't say anything else. I didn't see where he went."

"We've fallen for their trap." Lin Rui pretended to realize it just then and turned to go upstairs.

The operative knocked the maid unconscious with the butt of his rifle and followed her upstairs.

As soon as they reached the third floor, they saw Lu Dahong and his group coming out of the room.

Zhou Zhitang said fiercely, "Damn it, what bad luck."

"Brother, Mr. Chen and I found the maid on the second floor, and he said that the one upstairs is fake."

"I know, we almost killed the wrong person. That kid wet the bed."

Zhou Zhitang looked at Lin Rui: "Mr. Chen, we've fallen into a trap. What should we do now?"