bookbashuk Chapter 94 is all nonsense intelligence.
Chapter 94 is all nonsense intelligence.
About ten minutes later, Shen Qing was brought in again.
He had changed into a clean set of Japanese casual clothes, and the dust on his face had been wiped away, but the stubbornness between his brows remained undiminished.
Seeing this, Saburo Miura nodded in satisfaction: "Hmm, that's more like it. Mr. Shen, please have a seat."
Shen Qing snorted coldly and sat down on the futon opposite him without any politeness, his posture generous and without the slightest cowardice of a prisoner.
Saburo Miura waved to Sakurako to serve tea.
Sakura quickly picked up the teacup, carefully placed it in front of Shen Qing, and gently filled it with tea.
Shen Qing completely ignored Miura Saburo's overtures, picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp. The scalding tea went down his throat, but he didn't change his expression. He casually put the teacup down heavily on the table, making a soft "clang" sound.
Sakura was startled, her body trembled slightly, and she quickly stepped forward to refill his teacup.
"Mr. Shen, there's no need to be in a hurry."
With a fake smile, Saburo Miura pointed to the teacup. "This is this year's morning tea, Yongchun Buddha's Hand. It has a mellow taste. You can savor it slowly."
"Hmph, I don't know anything about this 'tea,' as long as it quenches my thirst, that's fine."
Shen Qing looked up at Miura Saburo, his tone calm yet sharp, "General, aren't you going to introduce yourself first? Do you expect me to keep talking to a complete stranger?"
"How can you be so rude, Chinese man!"
Ryusuke Otani immediately frowned and rebuked sharply, "How dare you speak to General Miura like that!"
In his view, Shen Qing was nothing more than a prisoner and had no right to be so presumptuous towards the Imperial Major General.
"Hey." Saburo Miura raised his hand to stop Ryusuke Otani, his smile unchanged. Instead, he waved his hand and said, "Mr. Otani, please calm down. Mr. Shen is a distinguished guest, there's no need to be so strict."
He turned to look at Shen Qing and slowly said, "I am Saburo Miura, Commander of the Military Police of the Japanese Empire in Shanghai. It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Shen."
"Miura Saburo?" Shen Qing paused slightly, his eyes scanning him up and down, a hint of amusement in his voice. "He's quite different from the vicious person I imagined. But I'm curious, is someone as insignificant as me worthy of a major general like you personally speaking to me?"
He paused, and before Miura Saburo could speak, continued, "You should know very well that I am just a colonel special agent of the Military Intelligence Bureau. Even if I were to speak, the information I could provide would be very limited. Moreover, you should know the rules of the Military Intelligence Bureau—special agents can only access core intelligence after a successful rendezvous. The fact that I am sitting here now means that the rendezvous has failed, and my intelligence value has long since become zero."
At this point, Shen Qing's lips curled into a mocking smile: "Moreover, the fact that you've gone to such lengths to arrest me today suggests that you've already revealed my identity to my contact. He's either already evacuated or has activated his emergency plan. Your attempt to lure out the follow-up people through me is a complete waste of effort."
"This..." The smile on Miura Saburo's face froze instantly. He turned to look at Miyamoto Ichiro, his eyes turned cold, and his tone was clearly reproachful, "Miyamoto-kun, your performance today was too hasty."
"Yes, General! You are right!" Miyamoto Ichiro froze, quickly bowed his head to admit his mistake, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
He knew in his heart that Miura Saburo was right. He had indeed lost his composure because of the word "red bean," which caused him to act too hastily and leave such a big flaw.
But he dared not argue and could only swallow his bitterness.
Any attempt to explain oneself in front of this major general is futile.
The oppressive atmosphere in the tea room was like an impenetrable ink. Sato Yuichi's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, his pupils revealing a calculating glint as his gaze swept back and forth between Shen Qing's composure and Miyamoto Ichiro's embarrassment.
His mind was racing: Miyamoto, that idiot, really messed things up.
He was, after all, a colonel who was the head of the Special Higher Police Department. In terms of seniority and methods, how could he be inferior to him? But this kid relied on having high-ranking relatives in the Ministry of Military Affairs to back him up. He never took him seriously and transferred the action team whenever he wanted, completely disregarding him, his direct superior.
Over time, his subordinates noticed that his prestige had been eroded to almost nothing.
If he falls this time, I can take the opportunity to take over the action team and firmly grasp the power of the Special Higher Police.
Ryusuke Otani, who was standing to the side, had completely lost his previous arrogance. His pale face was taut, and his brows were furrowed into a deep frown.
Having worked on the intelligence front for many years, Shen Qing's words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly sobering him up.
The special envoy was captured before making contact, so he had no core value. Now that the operation has caused such a stir, the contact person must have already become alert and withdrawn. Not to mention luring out follow-up personnel, even the follow-up clues to verify Shen Qing's identity have been cut off.
They've made such a big fuss all day; they might just end up with nothing.
Sakura knelt to the side, her head bowed even lower, her slender fingers gripping the teapot, her movements as she poured tea trembling slightly.
The only sound in the tea room was the breathing of the people, their gazes silently clashing in the air, creating an awkward atmosphere that made it hard to breathe.
Saburo Miura cleared his throat, breaking the silence. He looked up at Shen Qing, his tone regaining some of its authority: "Mr. Shen, since you say you have no intelligence value, why don't you tell me what your specific mission in Shanghai is?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Qing raised an eyebrow, a nonchalant smile playing on her lips: "Oh? You've come to the right person. It doesn't matter if I tell you, it's useless to you anyway."
He picked up the teacup on the table, took a slow sip, paused deliberately, and looked at the gazes that had instantly focused on him before slowly speaking, "I've come to Shanghai to make contact with the Red Bean Squad. First, to have them thoroughly investigate your Japanese army's 'Operation Orca,' and second, to deliver a new codebook to them."
"Operation Orca? A new codebook?!" Miyamoto Ichiro suddenly stood up straight, his eyes gleaming with surprise, and his voice involuntarily rose a few decibels.
He stared intently at Shen Qing, as if grasping at a lifeline.
Once we get the codebook, even if the contact escapes, we can still decipher the Red Bean Squad's communications using the codebook, and taking down their base won't be impossible!
Saburo Miura's eyes lit up, his previously cold expression softened considerably, and he leaned forward slightly: "Is what Mr. Shen said true? Where is the codebook now?"
Yuichi Sato and Ryusuke Otani also came over, their eyes filled with excitement, their previous frustration completely gone.
"Look at how impatient you all are."
Shen Qing put down her teacup, rolled her eyes, and said with disdain, "What's the rush? Even if I told you, would this codebook still be useful? It's been at least several hours since I was captured. Do you think the Red Bean Squad would just sit and wait to die? They've probably already sent the relevant information to the Mountain City headquarters, and the activation order for the new codebook might have already been passed down."