bdsm-fiction Chapter 205 Evading the Search
Chapter 205 Evading the Search
When Koizumi Toshio was mentioned, a hint of indifference flashed in Yan Shuo's eyes. Koizumi Toshio was the logistics officer of the canteen at the Military Police Headquarters, and Yan Shuo knew him. However, Koizumi Toshio did not know his true identity, only that his name was Liu Jie and that he was the manager of Ximei Trading Company.
On ordinary days, Yan Shuo often came to the headquarters under the identity of Liu Jie to handle various trivial matters, such as purchasing prisoners or contraband, or issuing travel permits. He also frequently ate at the canteen. Over time, the two became familiar with each other and could chat and give each other face.
Before Kamiya Konosuke could recover from his surprise, he heard Yan Shuo's icy voice coldly instruct: "Oh, right, once you get there, watch your mouth. Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, and don't say what you shouldn't say. Our relationship, and my identity, are top secret. Absolutely no information can be leaked! If you do, you'll be dead without a burial place, understand?"
"Yes, yes! Don't worry, sir!" Kamiya Konosuke quickly straightened up, bowing repeatedly, his tone respectful yet urgent. "I won't tell anyone, not even in my sleep. It's absolutely confidential!"
After bowing, he couldn't help but raise his head, a hint of doubt on his face, and cautiously asked, "Um, sir, you assigned me to work at the Military Police Headquarters, is there... is there some special reason for that?"
Yan Shuo glanced at him, not hiding much, but speaking clearly: "Hmm, you're smart. But don't worry, you don't need to spy on the headquarters' core intelligence, nor do you need to interfere in their daily affairs. You just need to do your job as a cook, and by the way, keep an eye out for me—among those officers, are there any who are behaving strangely, slacking off, or looking like spies?"
He paused, then added, "You don't need to follow me or deliberately inquire. Just keep an eye out when you're cooking and delivering meals, and remember what you see and hear. When I come to the canteen for lunch, just quietly tell me what you've seen and heard. I mainly want to check if there are any moles hiding in the headquarters."
"If what you observe is eventually confirmed by me and you help me catch the mole, I will give you a huge reward, much more than you would earn running a restaurant."
"Yes, sir! Don't worry!" Kamiya Konosuke's eyes lit up, his face instantly filled with enthusiasm, and he nodded repeatedly. "I will definitely do my job diligently, cook well, and carefully observe every officer, never overlooking anything unusual!"
"Alright." Yan Shuo nodded in satisfaction, then gave another instruction, his tone serious, "But remember, don't try to monitor them too deliberately. You're not a professional intelligence officer; being too deliberate will only arouse suspicion. You just need to remember their names, positions, and their usual words and actions. No matter what you see or hear, you absolutely cannot tell a second person. Only tell me when you see me."
"Never expose yourself. This kind of work, which involves identifying moles and offending people, can really kill you if it's exposed. It's the kind of death where no one even dares to collect the body, understand?"
Konosuke Kamiya's heart skipped a beat, and he nodded vigorously, his eagerness now tinged with caution: "Yes, sir! Don't worry, I understand! I absolutely won't deliberately spy on you. I'll just glance at you a few times and listen in briefly when delivering meals or cleaning up, remembering what I hear, but I'll never let it slip!"
"Yes, that's right." Yan Shuo nodded and waved his hand. "Alright, go and rest. Get plenty of rest and report to the Military Police Headquarters first thing tomorrow morning. I'll call Koizumi Toshio in a bit and let him know."
"Yes, sir! Take care, sir! Sayonara!" Kamiya Konosuke quickly bowed and thanked him, his tone full of gratitude and respect. He bowed deeply several times before carefully stepping aside.
"Sayonara." Yan Shuo spoke calmly, his tone devoid of any extra emotion. He nodded to Zhou Hu, Li Gang, and the others, then turned and walked towards the courtyard gate.
The team members immediately followed, their steps light and swift, without making a sound, and soon disappeared into the shadows of the courtyard.
Shaking off these memories, Yan Shuo looked at the sky. It was already late at night, and a faint glimmer of dawn was appearing on the horizon. There was less than an hour left until daybreak.
Yan Shuo sat in the back seat of the car, lay down, took out a blanket and covered himself with it. His voice was lazy but commanding: "Xiao Mi, find a secluded alley to park, stand guard here, and don't let anyone come near."
"Yes, Captain!" Xiaomi replied respectfully, slowly started the car, and carefully navigated through the quiet streets and alleys before finally parking it in an alley in a residential area.
This place is not far from the military police headquarters, and almost all the shops in the area are run by Japanese. Among the cars parked on the street, there are very few Chinese cars, which carries a certain risk.
Fortunately, Xiaomi chose an extremely secluded location, more than 20 meters away from the street corner, with residential buildings on both sides. Even if early-rising residents passed by, they would most likely just think it was someone's car parked temporarily and wouldn't pay much attention to it, let alone go forward to investigate. This would barely ensure Yan Shuo's safety.
Xiao Mi turned off the engine, gently closed the car door, leaned against the wall next to the car, and warily scanned the alley entrance, keeping watch over Yan Shuo who was resting in the back seat.
Time passed slowly, and the pale dawn was gradually replaced by the golden sunrise. The surrounding darkness completely faded away, and the sky brightened.
The streets gradually became lively, filled with residents who had gotten up early to get ready for work. The sounds of footsteps, shouts, and bicycle bells mingled together, creating a vibrant atmosphere.
Yan Shuo sat up from the back seat, rubbed his throbbing temples, threw off the blanket, and said to Xiaomi in the driver's seat, "Xiaomi, find a breakfast shop, grab something to eat before we go."
"Yes!" Xiaomi responded immediately, quickly got into the car, started the engine, and drove in the direction of the smoke and fire. She soon found a Chinese breakfast shop.
Unlike roadside mobile stalls, this shop has a proper storefront with simple decorations and an eye-catching sign hanging at the entrance, looking clean and tidy.
Yan Shuo pushed open the car door and walked into the shop. This was his first time there. The shop was busiest at the moment, and the owner, wearing an apron, was busy behind the counter. Seeing Yan Shuo enter, he immediately called out warmly, "Please come in, sir! We have steamed buns, tofu pudding, fruit tea, oil tea, and shumai. Please feel free to order!"
The owner was too busy; after shouting out the order, he turned to attend to other customers and didn't have time to come over and explain in detail.
Yan Shuo's gaze swept over the food behind the counter. There was indeed a wide variety, each steaming hot and emitting a fragrant aroma.
He wasn't picky and simply ordered a few dishes, some dry and some soup, to fill his stomach and wake him up.