bookbashuk Chapter 70 Luck is on its way, it's amazing!
Chapter 70 Luck is on its way, it's amazing!
Without further delay, he turned and went into the telegraph room next door, where he retrieved two substitute dolls.
The chips on these dolls already contain all the codebook information, so there's no need for additional research. Once the intelligence content is read, a message can be sent directly.
"Start the transmitter, contact the headquarters in the mountain city, and send the prepared intelligence in sequence," Yan Shuo ordered.
"Understood." The children responded in unison, skillfully adjusting the equipment. Soon, the transmitter emitted a crisp "beep beep beep" sound, and the intelligence, like flowing water, traveled across mountains and rivers to the mountain city.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the operations command room of the mountain city headquarters was heavy.
Commander-in-Chief General Chen Cheng was holding the newly deciphered intelligence, his brow furrowed. Intelligence Minister Wang Gang, Operations Staff Officer Liu Min, and others stood around him, their eyes fixed on the contents of the intelligence.
"Excellent! Excellent!" General Chen Cheng slammed his hand on the table after reading the intelligence, his voice filled with excitement. "That kid Hongdou always manages to surprise us! These three intelligence reports are all timely help!"
Holding the intelligence on logistics and mineral plunder, Wang Gang said in a deep voice, "General, with this intelligence, we can make advance preparations, set up ambushes on the transport routes, cut off the Japanese army's supply lines, and notify local armed forces to protect mineral resources and prevent the Japanese from succeeding easily."
Liu Min stared sharply at the Central China troop reinforcement research plan: "These undercover agents are a major threat. We must immediately notify the special agents in the three provinces to deploy them in advance based on the activation method and codebook serial number. We must either turn them into defectors or eliminate them. We absolutely cannot let them transmit intelligence back!"
"The Nanjing laboratory project cannot be ignored either." General Chen Cheng said seriously, "A laboratory that can accommodate 300 people is definitely not a good thing. It is most likely researching chemical or biological weapons. We must find a way to stop Watanabe Takuma before he sets off. Even if we can't stop him, we must find out the exact location of the laboratory and find a way to destroy it later."
Everyone nodded in agreement and began discussing countermeasures, making the atmosphere in the command room increasingly lively.
"Speaking of which, Hongdou's abilities are truly becoming more and more impressive." General Chen Cheng leaned back in his chair, his tone full of admiration. "Despite repeated setbacks at the Shanghai station, he managed to infiltrate the enemy's lair and obtain such crucial intelligence. This kid's courage and strategy are top-notch. And the artificial skin mask and voice patch he provided, you've all used them, haven't you? How were the results?"
Wang Gang laughed and replied, "The results were better than expected! The agents we sent to Shanghai last time wore masks and patches, disguised themselves as Japanese officers, and managed to infiltrate a Japanese military party, obtain intelligence, and were not detected at all. The masks fit extremely well, felt just like real skin, and the voice patches were also very natural, even mimicking the tone of voice perfectly."
"Yes, yes," Liu Min echoed, "Many agents have reported that with these things, the success rate of missions has greatly increased, and the risks have been reduced a lot. It's just that there are too few of them. Many undercover agents are waiting to use them."
General Chen Cheng nodded, pondered for a moment, and said, "In that case, Minister Zhao, you should immediately arrange for someone to send a telegram to Hongdou, in addition to commending his achievements this time, allocate him a special fund to continue supplying him with artificial skin masks and voice patches, the more the better."
"Okay!" Wang Gang replied.
Just then, a soft cough came from the doorway. It turned out to be Lin Xiaoyu, the deputy commander's son, who had just returned from abroad and was causing trouble at headquarters. Hearing the discussion inside, he couldn't help but peek in.
"Uncle Chen, Uncle Zhao, is that human skin mask you mentioned really that amazing?" His eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Could you get me a couple to play with? I want to dress up as different people and stroll around the streets."
"You little rascal, all you ever do is play!" General Chen Cheng chuckled helplessly, tapping his forehead. "Those are things agents use for missions, not toys. But, when Hongdou's supplies arrive, I'll let you have a couple to see, but don't go around using them for silly things."
"Thank you, Uncle Chen!" Lin Xiaoyu jumped up happily, turned around and ran out.
Inside the command center, everyone burst into laughter.
General Chen Cheng picked up the intelligence report, his eyes hardening once more: "Alright, let's not waste any more time. Everyone, deploy according to the plan we just discussed! We must make good use of the intelligence Hongdou sent and deliver a heavy blow to the Japanese!"
"Yes!" everyone responded in unison, turning around and leaving the command room to get busy.
In Shanghai, Yan Shuo was standing in the telegraph room, listening to the last "beep beep" sound from the baby. The telegraph ended, and the communicator received a confirmation from the headquarters in Chongqing that the message had been received.
He breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and went back to his office, and began to think about his next move. Watanabe Takuma absolutely could not be allowed to reach Nanjing smoothly.
Yan Shuo glanced at his desk; there were no other trivial matters to attend to for the time being.
He grabbed his coat draped over the back of the chair, thinking to himself, "Watanabe Takuma isn't going to Nanjing for another five days. The military police headquarters is on leave right now, so I need to find out his whereabouts first. It would be best to resolve this before he leaves Shanghai, so as to avoid causing any more trouble in Nanjing."
I started the car as I left, and the black sedan merged into the street.
More than half an hour later, the car arrived near the Shanghai Military Police Headquarters. Yan Shuo did not dare to get too close. He found a quiet alley, parked the car, pulled up the sunshade, and only after confirming that no one was paying attention did he open the car door and turn out of the alley.
Across from the headquarters, the Senba River Hotel had eye-catching Japanese lanterns hanging on its walls, and two waitresses in kimonos stood at the entrance, bowing to the Japanese officers coming and going.
Yan Shuo straightened his collar and walked in as an ordinary customer. As soon as he entered, a waiter led him to a window seat, which offered a perfect view of the entrance to the Military Police Headquarters.
"Miso soup, tempura platter, oyakodon, and another pot of shochu," Yan Shuo ordered in Japanese, his voice steady, his eyes sweeping across the shop without making a sound.
Most of the people there were Japanese soldiers in uniform, sitting in twos and threes, talking and laughing loudly. The smell of alcohol and food mingled together, filling the entire store.
"Okay, please wait a moment, sir!" The waiter bowed and turned to leave.
Yan Shuo picked up the cup of tea on the table, took a sip, and fixed his gaze on the door of the military police headquarters. He thought to himself, "If Watanabe Takuma stays inside and doesn't come out, I'll have to find a way to sneak in. It would be best to wait for him to come out on his own and then find a secluded place to make my move."
The dishes were served quickly: the golden and crispy tempura was steaming hot, the egg yolk in the oyakodon was tender and juicy, and the miso soup had a subtle kelp aroma.
Yan Shuo ate slowly and deliberately, glancing out the window every now and then, waiting patiently.
Time passed by, and almost an hour had gone by. He put down his chopsticks and was about to pay the bill and find another place to wait when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye. It was Watanabe Takuma!
Yan Shuo was secretly delighted, but he suppressed the urge to act immediately and observed the situation calmly.