Republican Era Spy Shadow: Bloodstained Sanctions

Chapter 90 The Japanese Disperse Deceptive Intelligence

The man who stepped out of the first car was dressed in a dark suit and had a tall, straight figure. He was none other than Ichiro Miyamoto, the head of the Special Higher Police Operations Section. His leather shoes made a dull sound as they hit the ground, exuding an aura of authority.

Following closely behind was his deputy, Captain Kuroda Tsuyoshi, a burly man with a face full of scars, fierce eyes, and a wide swinging arm as he walked, exuding brute force.

Sergeant Tajima Keiko, on the other hand, looked quite different. She wore a smart military uniform dress, her long hair tied back, revealing her smooth forehead. Her eyes and brows were delicate, yet they carried a chilling aura.

The last person to get off the train was Major Kaoru Kobayashi, the head of the telecommunications section. He had a refined and scholarly appearance and was carrying a black briefcase.

From the vehicle behind, four Japanese soldiers filed out. The corporal had a sword at his waist, while the three privates, each carrying a Type 38 rifle, stood ramrod straight, vigilantly guarding the area.

Yan Shuo felt a chill run down his spine. This lineup far exceeded his expectations, and it seemed that the situation inside the warehouse was more complicated than he had imagined.

He acted decisively, quickly taking out his invisibility card and activating it. His figure instantly became transparent, blending into the surrounding shadows.

He lowered his pace and, taking advantage of the moment when everyone's attention was focused on the warehouse entrance, quietly followed Miyamoto Ichiro and the others into the warehouse.

The warehouse was spacious and dark, with many wooden crates piled up, and the air was filled with the smell of dust and machine oil.

Miyamoto Ichiro walked to the open space in the center of the warehouse and stood there. He turned around and looked at the crowd behind him. His voice was low and cold: "The reason I have gathered you all here is twofold: first, to identify the suspicious persons captured in the warehouse, and second, to convey the latest deployment of the Central China Expeditionary Army."

Kuroda stepped forward and asked in a gruff voice, "Section Chief, those suspects are very stubborn. Should we just use torture?" His fists were clenched so tightly they cracked, clearly showing his impatience with interrogation.

Miyamoto Ichiro waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over the several people bound in the corner: "No rush, let's find out first. Major Kobayashi, has the communications department intercepted any relevant intelligence?"

Kobayashi Kaoru adjusted his glasses, opened his briefcase, and took out a document: "Chief, we don't have any specific key intelligence at the moment, but according to our monitoring, anti-Japanese activities in East China have increased recently. However, none of that matters now."

He paused, then continued, "The Central China Expeditionary Army will openly mobilize 10 troops to gather in the Wuhan and Yichang area, and will make a big fuss about 'capturing Chongqing within three months and ending the war against China'."

Keiko Tajima scoffed and exhaled a smoke ring: "Conquer Chongqing? With only 10 troops? That's clearly a smokescreen." Although she was a woman, she had a keen sense of military deployment.

"Sergeant Keiko is right." A sinister glint flashed in Miyamoto Ichiro's eyes. "That's exactly what we're after. Once Chiang Kai-shek learns of this, he will surely dispatch his main forces from East and South China to reinforce the west. At that time, the East China region, including Shanghai, southern Jiangsu, and northern Zhejiang, will be sparsely defended. We can then take advantage of this weakness and completely eliminate the anti-Japanese forces there."

Hiding in the shadows, Yan Shuo was shocked, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He never expected that the Japanese army would have such a plan. East China was their base, and once their troops were depleted, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He suppressed the turmoil in his heart and listened more attentively, while his eyes quickly scanned the bound people, trying to find his target.

"Now, begin the screening." Miyamoto Ichiro waved his hand. "Kuroda, you interrogate him personally. Bring the first one up."

Kuroda responded and stepped forward to pull a middle-aged man over.

The man was disheveled and his face was bruised. "I don't know anything. You've got the wrong person!"

"Stubborn to the end?" Kuroda's eyes hardened, and he punched the man in the stomach.

The man groaned and bent over.

Kuroda Tsuyoshi, however, did not stop, continuing to punch and kick while cursing.

Kaoru Kobayashi stood aside, observing coldly, occasionally adjusting her glasses, as if enjoying a trivial farce.

Keiko Tajima leaned against the wooden crate, smoking and watching everything with a cold gaze, occasionally glancing around with extreme vigilance.

Yan Shuo was anxious. He noticed that among the bound people, there was a young woman whose figure seemed familiar. She seemed to be the person he was looking for, but the name was wrong.

He was about to confirm further when he saw that Kuroda had been interrogating him for a long time without getting any results. He lost patience, drew his knife, and stabbed the middle-aged man directly in the chest.

With a "pfft," blood gushed out.

The people in the corner gasped in surprise, and the young woman trembled, her eyes filled with fear and anger.

"Next!" Miyamoto Ichiro said expressionlessly, as if the killing just now was a trivial matter.

Kuroda drew his sword, wiped the blood off it, and went to drag the next person away.

Just then, a soft sound came from the warehouse door, and a figure rushed in, shouting, "Stop!"

Yan Shuo's heart tightened as he recognized the person as Shen Qing.

Shen Qing was agile, a few strands of wet hair hanging casually over his forehead. His eyes were wide open, filled with determination and anger as he stared intently at Miyamoto Ichiro and the others, his eyes seeming to spit fire. He wore rough clothes, his hands clenched into fists, ready to fight at any moment.

He instantly understood that Shen Qing had risked showing himself because he was worried about his companion's safety.

Miyamoto Ichiro and the others were also startled by this sudden turn of events, and they all turned to look at the door. Tajima Keiko even quickly drew her pistol and aimed it at Shen Qing.

"Oh? There are even people offering themselves up?" Miyamoto Ichiro's lips curled into a cold smile. "Looks like we've made quite a haul today."

Yan Shuo gripped his weapon tightly; in stealth mode, he was now in the perfect position for a surprise attack.

His mind raced as he considered how to protect Shen Qing, complete the rescue mission, and also relay the Japanese army's plot.

The atmosphere inside the warehouse instantly became tense, and a fierce battle was about to break out.

Yan Shuo quickly glanced at the people tied up in the warehouse. Some were civilians, some were gang members, and two were Kuomintang agents. Among them was the woman he had just seen.

The male Kuomintang agent was named Jiang Feng. He was tall and muscular, and his dark gray long shirt was covered in stains and wrinkles, as if it had been repeatedly pulled and tugged in a hurry.

His face had strong, defined features, and was covered in dust and dried blood. The blood ran down from a scratch on his forehead, across his thick eyebrows and deep-set eyes, adding to his disheveled appearance.

At this moment, his eyes were wide open, revealing determination and vigilance as he stared intently at Miyamoto Ichiro and the others, his eyes burning with fury.

There was still a bruise on the corner of his mouth, as if he had been punched in the previous conflict.

The muscles in his arms, bound by ropes, were taut, as if he were pondering a way to save himself.

The female Kuomintang agent was named Xia Lin. She was slender and wore a light blue floral dress that was filthy and torn in several places, revealing her fair calves with some abrasions.

Her hair was disheveled, with a few strands hanging messily on both sides of her face, making her look slightly disheveled.

His face was covered in dust, but it couldn't hide the intelligence and decisiveness in his bright eyes.

Beneath her delicate nose, her lips trembled slightly, whether from fear or anger, it was hard to tell.