Genius Agent

Chapter 68 Discovery

Chen Ming was very happy. Despite his small stature, he had a good capacity for alcohol. This kid was indeed smart and quick-witted, managing to hold onto his stall by contributing most of his earnings.

Including inviting people for drinks, I've long since developed a high alcohol tolerance.

Otherwise, with his small frame, he wouldn't have been able to keep the stall at all.

"Alright, you can go back now, no need to see you off."

After dinner, the two insisted on taking Su Yuncheng home. Su Yuncheng didn't live in a safe house, and if they took him home, he would have to leave alone again.

Su Yuncheng has a good alcohol tolerance, but he drank quite a bit today.

Back home, Su Yuncheng went to bed early.

Meanwhile, Huang Chuanming arrived at Lao Meng's house.

"Mr. Meng, I've noticed something today that feels very wrong."

It wasn't a day for their regular meeting, so Huang Chuanming must have something very important to discuss with Lao Meng. However, he hesitated for a long time before coming today, mainly because he hadn't verified the information he had today; it was purely his own guess.

After much deliberation, Huang Chuanming finally made up his mind to come and meet him.

"What's going on?"

Old Meng knows Huang Chuanming; if it's not something important, Huang Chuanming won't come.

"Have you heard about the four assassination attempts that occurred in the foreign concession today?"

Huang Chuanming whispered, while Old Meng shook his head: "Assassination attempts on all sides?"

His school was located in the jurisdiction of the Central Police Station, so he knew about Captain Liu's assassination, but he was unaware of the three cases in the International Settlement.

"Yes, it happened. The news I did found that these four people all had one thing in common: they all came to Shanghai a year ago, but there was no apparent connection between them."

Huang Chuanming said softly, his expression serious, with a hint of worry on his face.

Old Meng paused for a moment, then immediately understood Huang Chuanming's meaning: "You're worried it might be one of our people?"

"I am a little worried."

Huang Chuanming did have this concern, but Lao Meng laughed and said, "Don't worry, it won't be one of our people."

Huang Chuanming is very vigilant, no wonder he came today. Old Meng knows that the organization would not send someone to infiltrate like this.

Even if people come, they will enter in batches, slowly.

Currently, the organization mainly focuses on local development, let alone a year ago when the organization faced greater difficulties and did not have the energy for this.

"That's good. That Captain Liu doesn't seem like one of our people either."

Huang Chuanming breathed a slight sigh of relief; Captain Liu really didn't seem like it.

"I'm glad you're so vigilant. Although they're not our people, they might actually be connected. It's too much of a coincidence that they came to Shanghai at the same time and were assassinated at the same time."

Old Meng quickly said that he had been lying low for many years and was very perceptive. It was already abnormal for four people to be killed in one day, and these four people also had something in common.

"Mr. Meng, who are they?"

Huang Chuanming had these doubts, which is why he came to report them. He wanted to let the organization know about this matter and also to talk to Lao Meng.

He also suspected that the four men had other identities.

"It's hard to say. Tell me the details."

Old Meng shook his head, and Huang Chuanming immediately told Old Meng everything he knew.

"There were many people who took action, and they were good marksmen and decisive. They were not ordinary people; they were experts."

Old Meng immediately realized the key point: of the four people killed, only one had resisted, but it was no use, and he was still killed.

They carried out the operation simultaneously in four different locations, and left immediately after succeeding. The police were unable to find anyone, something that ordinary people couldn't do.

"That's right, he must be an expert."

Huang Chuanming had received training and had begun practicing marksmanship. He understood that even if you gave an ordinary person a handgun, it would be difficult to kill them directly unless they were face to face.

Maintaining distance requires good marksmanship, and the greater the distance, the higher the skill level required.

"I suspect it was done by spies, either Kuomintang agents or Japanese spies."

Old Meng said slowly, "The person with such operational capabilities and who can resolve battles so quickly is most likely a special agent."

If they weren't one of them, they might be Kuomintang members or Japanese, and they would be killing each other.

"Were they killed by Japanese spies?"

Huang Chuanming was slightly taken aback, instinctively thinking that Japanese spies had taken action. Old Meng shook his head again: "Not necessarily. I will report this matter and see what the organization says."

If it was the Japanese who did it, they are more likely to want to capture him alive. Wasn't Hu Bang'an captured by them?

But if they were Kuomintang agents, who exactly did they kill?

Huang Chuanming made the right decision to come today; this intelligence is indeed important.

"Okay, I'll head back now."

Huang Chuanming did not linger and returned immediately after finishing his report.

Nothing happened that night, and Su Yuncheng slept soundly until dawn.

After a quick breakfast, Su Yuncheng headed to the newspaper office.

As expected, newspaper sales increased today; all 12,000 copies sold out, and an additional 2,000 copies were printed.

It worked well; having firsthand news is always a good thing.

Su Yuncheng paid little attention to the newspaper's sales; he was considering whether to report the assassination of the four men to Muto Tomohiro.

If we're going to report it, how should we report it?

"Kawaaki, come here for a second."

After a while, Su Yuncheng called Huang Chuanming over. This matter needed to be reported, and not only that, Muto Tomohiro needed to know that it was a loss for the Special Higher Police.

"Editor-in-Chief".

Huang Chuanming entered the office and stood in front of Su Yuncheng.

"Send this telegram to the boss."

Su Yuncheng handed him the telegram he had written. Huang Chuanming took the telegram, glanced at it, and immediately froze.

He reacted quickly, nodding immediately: "Yes, editor-in-chief, I'll go and send it right away."

Huang Chuanming's reaction was indeed faster than before, but he couldn't hide it from Su Yuncheng.

The telegram was simple: Four people were killed in the foreign concession yesterday. They were all from Shandong and had come to Shanghai a year ago. They were suspected to be imperial agents. Further investigation is pending.

Su Yuncheng had received professional special agent training and knew some things about Japanese special agents.

If they were Kuomintang agents, they wouldn't all be from Shandong. The reason they pretended to be from Shandong is because they all spoke with a Shandong accent, which is the result of their special training.

Japanese spies were mainly divided into four types of accents: those from Northeast China, those from Southern Fujian, those from Shandong, and those from Beijing and Tianjin.

There are accents from other places as well, but in smaller numbers.

Japan had previously operated in Shandong, and many people had visited Shandong. In addition, there are many Shandong people in Northeast China, so a considerable number of spies learned the Shandong accent.

Su Yuncheng could report it directly, but he couldn't say who did it or confirm the identities of the four people.

Suspected is sufficient.

It wouldn't be appropriate not to report it, as Muto Tomoo had some understanding of his abilities.

After sending the telegram, Huang Chuanming sat in front of the radio and immediately turned it off, though he was quite surprised.

Su Yuncheng also began to suspect the identities of the four people.

This is normal. With Su Yuncheng's intelligence, he probably already thought of what he could think of. But how could Su Yuncheng guess the identities of the four people who were killed?

Su Yuncheng wouldn't have reported this if he wasn't absolutely certain.

But no matter what, Su Yuncheng was indeed better than him, and he saw more things than him. It would have been better if it had been a Japanese spy who died.

This is arguably the result Huang Chuanming most wanted to see.

They deserve to die.

Huang Chuanming's mood suddenly improved. Yesterday he was worried that it was one of his own people, but now he was a little embarrassed.

To truly consider Japanese spies as one of our own is to desecrate our comrades.

If the dead person was indeed a Japanese spy, then who did it—someone from the organization, or someone from the Kuomintang?