Anti-Japanese War Espionage: I Have an Omniscient Perspective

The drill is about to end.

Huang Dazhu gave his final instructions: "Just keep them under control, don't kill them. They're from the Green Gang. If they die, the gang members will definitely cause a huge uproar, and we'll have nowhere to spend the money. We're here for money, not for a life-or-death battle on the battlefield."

This was a very important change, and Lin Rui specifically asked Huang Dazhu to explain the situation to his soldiers to prevent the situation from escalating beyond control.

Over the course of two days, as they simulated the entire operation again and again, adjusted their movements, and honed their teamwork, the speed of the sneak attack became faster and faster, and their coordination became more and more proficient. They even practiced the steps upstairs, the movements of grabbing the money box, and the order of pouring the lime water until they were completely familiar with them, without the slightest mistake.

After all, for insignificant people like them, the opportunity only comes once.

.........

On the day of the operation, Lianhua Film Studio.

Lin Rui had dinner with his undercover team members, and as usual, they chatted casually.

During this time, everyone has become familiar with their work, receiving inspections from the concession management department, and undertaking prop lending business for theaters and art groups. As they become more familiar with the surrounding area, their conversations also revolve around gossip on Belle Street.

Chen Shan picked up his enamel mug, took a sip of tea, and cleared his throat. "Have you heard about Miss Manli? There's been a lot of talk about her on Belle Street lately. They say someone is trying to make her a leading actress, giving her leading roles in several theaters."

Zhao Erzhu exclaimed in surprise, "This is incredible! Each theater has its own connections, and they generally don't promote the same people at the same time. That inevitably leads to some customers not liking it. Wasn't the goal to have a diverse range of talents?"

"That depends on who's backing her. Her sugar daddy is Boss Wan, the new leader of the Du family."

"It's him! No wonder."

The two were engrossed in chatting about Miss Manli, but they didn't notice that Su Wan's expression was not good.

Miss Manli is actually the stage name of Su Wan's cousin. Now that the rumors are spreading, Su Wan finally knows.

Lin Rui coughed and said, "Stop talking nonsense."

"The team leader is right. What's there to say? Chen Shan, I think you're just full of tricks." Zhao Erzhu got up to pack his things.

"I still have some things to finish over there, team leader, I'm going over there." Chen Shan also went to the left side of the building.

Lin Rui estimated that it wouldn't be long before Huang Dazhu would take action.

He looked at Su Wan: "I know you're feeling down. Would you like to go for a walk?"

Su Wan nodded, and the two got up and went out.

Walking down Baylor Street, Su Wan finally couldn't help but speak up: "My cousin is so shameless. She actually became a socialite."

"Perhaps she was already caught up in her own destiny when she became an actress," Lin Rui replied.

"Why do you say that?" Su Wan asked, puzzled.

Lin Rui looked across the street at Youlin Teahouse. The alley behind the teahouse was where the opium den was located, where he could use his supernatural abilities to observe Huang Dazhu and his group's actions.

He then said, "It's not good to talk about this on the street. Let's go to Youlin Teahouse and find a quiet place to talk."

"Hmm." Su Wan didn't suspect anything and followed Lin Rui across the street to the second floor of Youlin Teahouse.

The two sat down in a corner at the back, where there was no one around, and each ordered a cup of tea.

"Team leader, you can tell me now, right?" Su Wan asked eagerly, still very concerned about her cousin.

Lin Rui explained: "Because this industry is inherently about pleasing people, it offers more opportunities than ordinary people to come into contact with powerful individuals. Faced with money and power, most people will be misled. Unless you have exceptionally high artistic talent and dedicate yourself solely to artistic pursuits, you'll become a star. You don't need others to praise you; naturally, you'll have fans from all walks of life chasing after you."

The principle he put forward has remained the same from ancient times to the present, and even with the changing times, it is mostly inseparable from fame and fortune.

Su Wan understood, but still couldn't believe that her cousin would willingly degenerate like this, and didn't know how to tell her aunt about it.

While talking to her, Lin Rui activated a three-dimensional perspective to observe the situation outside the teahouse.

It was already evening, and the number of pedestrians on the street was decreasing, but the opium den in the back alley was doing its best business, with opium addicts coming in from time to time. It was the perfect time to strike.

Huang Dazhu and his six brothers smeared their faces with coal ash, each with a short knife and rope hidden in their waistbands. Zhao Lin and Da Niu also brought bottles and pieces of cloth containing sleeping pills.

Under the cover of night, the group stealthily made their way to the opium den on Beile Street.

Upon arriving near the opium den, Huang Dazhu signaled for everyone to disperse and hide, while he himself hid around a corner, communicating with Zhao Lin and Da Niu through eye contact.

At this moment, the two guards outside the opium den were chatting idly while smoking cigarettes, their eyes unfocused, occasionally glancing around habitually, their vigilance far less than that simulated during the drill.

Perhaps they felt that no one in the French Concession would dare to easily provoke the Tongfu Society, or perhaps they were tired of being away for too long.

This was a rare opportunity for Huang Dazhu and his team.

Huang Dazhu nodded slightly, and Zhao Lin and Da Niu immediately understood. Under the cover of a smoker in front, they quietly circled around to the back of the guard.

The two of them took action at the same time.

Zhao Lin covered the mouth of the guard on the left, tightened his grip on his neck, and forced the sleeping pill into his mouth and nose. The man struggled for a while before becoming weak.

The situation on Da Niu's side was a bit unexpected. Perhaps due to nervousness, he didn't control his strength well. His arm tightly gripped his opponent's neck. Before the drug could take effect, his opponent's face had turned pale and his legs were straight.

Huang Dazhu and his four companions rushed over: "Da Niu, let go! Are you going to kill him?"

Da Niu then realized what was happening, let go, and collapsed limply to the ground.

Huang Dazhu checked his breathing; thankfully, he was still breathing.

Without saying much more, we proceeded according to plan.

He led his four brothers, hunched over, pretending to be opium smokers, and slowly walked to the entrance of the opium den. He cupped his hands to the guard and said casually, "Brother, open the door, have a couple of puffs and have your fill."

The guard glanced at them without a hint of suspicion and said impatiently, "Pay for cigarettes, no credit."

Huang Dazhu took out the money.

Upon seeing the money, the guard opened the wooden door.

Huang Dazhu and his group filed in. As soon as they entered the main room, they saw two gang members sitting at the table, smoking and chatting.

Before the guards could react, the five men attacked, knocking two of them unconscious, and then launched a sneak attack on the guards outside.

In just over ten seconds, they subdued all three guards downstairs, tied their hands and feet, gagged them, and dragged them to a corner of the main room to hide them.

The smokers in the other room didn't even realize what was happening and continued puffing away.

"Let's go upstairs!" Huang Dazhu lowered his voice and took the lead in making his way to the stairwell. His brothers followed closely behind, their short knives already drawn, their eyes alert.

The guard at the stairwell was dozing against the wall when he heard footsteps. He groggily opened his eyes and was about to shout when Qian Laoliu rushed forward, covered his mouth, and pressed a short knife against his chest. The guard trembled with fear and dared not move. He was quickly subdued by the others.