Agent: Intercepting Yu Manli at the start!

Chapter 135: Requesting free monthly tickets!

Zhou Xiao suddenly looked up and asked seriously, "Sixth Brother, will you come to Shanghai again in the future? Working with you is truly a pleasure and we have great chemistry."

"As long as we join forces, none of the Japanese devils, traitors, or lackeys will be able to escape our firing range alive."

Zheng Yaoxian smiled calmly, "That's hard to say. Perhaps I'll come back, or perhaps we'll part ways here."

With tasks at hand, each person should remain at their post.

Zhou Xiao nodded and said nothing more.

After that, the two stopped talking about official business and just chatted casually about local customs and old stories.

Two seasoned Kuomintang agents sat down for a chat, their hearts mingling with understanding, a sense of mutual respect between heroes evident in their conversation.

There is no never-ending feast.

Now that Zheng Yaoxian's mission in Shanghai has been accomplished, returning to Chongqing is a logical next step.

The two sat for about an hour.

Zhou Xiao glanced at his pocket watch, stood up and said, "Sixth Brother, thank you for your care. I should go now. Take care."

Zheng Yaoxian smiled slightly and said softly, "You should also be careful."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Xiao had already turned and left.

When Zheng Yaoxian arrived in Shanghai, Zhou Xiao originally planned to find an opportunity to test whether he was a member of the underground party, but he could not find a suitable time and environment.

After all, while testing is one thing, it must never endanger the other party's life—otherwise, it will not only be of no benefit but will also harm both the other party and oneself.

Therefore, even now, Zhou Xiao still cannot confirm Zheng Yaoxian's true identity.

Zheng Yaoxian watched the figure disappear at the end of the corridor, silently took a drag of his cigarette, and muttered, "We must win over such a talent no matter what."

In less than two months, Zhou Xiao completed two core tasks assigned by the Military Intelligence Bureau: destroying the Sugi Agency and intercepting the entire list of "Project Tianlai"; he also personally killed Japanese General Shirakawa Yoshinori—achieving three major feats of great significance.

As for eliminating Hirofumi Asano and Ken Oshima, although their contributions are recorded, they ultimately seem less significant compared to the three major events mentioned above.

Such swift and decisive actions, breaking through the impasse in a series of ways, will surely make him a legend in the world of espionage, shaking both Director Wei and Boss Dai.

Of course, all of these operations remain top secret to this day, and not a single detail has been disclosed to the public.

Talent!

Zheng Yaoxian knew that Zhou Xiao was a rare gem.

Whether they can be recruited into the underground party remains to be seen.

No one expected that these two experts, who were secretly observing and repeatedly speculating about each other, were actually deeply hidden underground party comrades—a silent, two-way test was quietly unfolding.

The headquarters of the Shanghai Military Police, the confidential archives room.

This is the most secure location in the entire headquarters, even higher than the commander's office.

To enter, one must possess a permit personally signed by the commander, and two people must accompany each other; neither can be missing.

The keys to the archives were always held separately by Yoshinori Shirakawa and the commander of the military police, who were also the only two people in the entire unit who could freely enter and exit.

In particular, before his death, Ken Oshima ordered a comprehensive upgrade of security. Now, the archives are guarded by fully armed military police on duty 24 hours a day, and it is difficult for ordinary people to even get within ten meters.

This is precisely why Shirakawa Yoshinori's body remained undiscovered for so many days.

Shirakawa Yoshi is the highest-ranking military officer in Shanghai, wielding real power over the garrison. In this city, he is the undisputed number one figure.

Because of his overwhelming power, even if he suddenly disappeared, people would only dare to whisper among themselves and would never dare to inquire or search for him rashly.

Who can say for sure that this garrison commander wasn't on a top-secret mission and temporarily concealing his whereabouts?

To inquire about the whereabouts of the highest-ranking officer without authorization is tantamount to courting death.

For this reason, even though Yoshinori Shirakawa had been missing for seven whole days, the surface of Shanghai remained calm and the garrison deployment showed no unusual activity.

Ultimately, it was because his official rank was too high that no one dared to cross the line.

It wasn't until today, during a routine patrol of the Military Police Headquarters, that Yoshinori Shirakawa's body was discovered in the classified archives room.

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The Military Police Headquarters is the core command center of Shanghai's military police system. To ensure absolute security, the unit conducts a comprehensive security check every two weeks.

The inspection was not complicated: first, to check if any unfamiliar faces had infiltrated the organization; second, to have specially trained military dogs lead a patrol around the headquarters.

The duty of military dogs is to use their keen sense of smell to detect suspicious odors and abnormal situations.

At that moment, a Japanese military policeman was leading a military dog ​​past the door of the classified archives room when the dog suddenly stopped, went straight to the door, snorted loudly, and then began barking wildly into the room.

"Woof woof woof! Woof woof woof!"

The barking was urgent and fierce, with extremely strong penetrating power.

The two Japanese military policemen guarding the door were stunned for a moment, looking at each other with suspicion.

Could something really have happened inside?

Upon seeing this, the Japanese soldier leading the dog immediately turned to the two guards and shouted, "Something's wrong inside! Open the door and check immediately!"

One of the guards frowned and replied, "This is a top-secret area. No one is allowed to enter without authorization."

The dog handler, staring at the military dog ​​that was still barking incessantly, said with certainty, "It's barking so desperately, which means there's definitely a problem inside—we must report it immediately and force the door open!"

Left with no other option, the guards rushed off to seek instructions from Yasuda Jiro.

Yasuda Jiro was Oshima Ken's adjutant. His position was not high, but now that Oshima Ken was dead and the new military police commander had not yet taken office, he was temporarily in charge of the affairs of the unit.

Upon hearing the news, he rushed to the scene.

"Woof woof woof! Woof woof woof!"

The military dogs' barking grew increasingly agitated.

Yasuda Jiro glanced at it and immediately concluded, "It's barking so fiercely, there must be something fishy going on inside."

"This archive room has a peculiar structure, resembling a sealed trap. Perhaps some anti-Japanese activists infiltrated and got trapped inside, suffocating to death—that's why the military dogs are constantly on alert. Open the door!"

However, only two people in the team possess the key to this door: Ken Oshima and Yoshinori Shirakawa.

Oshima Ken was assassinated, and all his personal belongings disappeared, with the whereabouts of his key remaining a mystery; while Shirakawa Yoshi is the highest military commander in Shanghai, and for someone of Yasuda Jiro's rank, even meeting him is as difficult as climbing to the sky, let alone asking for the key.

After a moment's thought, Yasuda Jiro ordered, "Send a special agent who is skilled in lock picking to break the door immediately."

Although it was unconventional, the situation was urgent and there was a command vacuum, so we had no choice but to make an exception.

The military police are full of hidden talents; finding a locksmith expert would be a piece of cake.

Before long, a military policeman arrived at the door, took out two thin iron wires, inserted them into the keyhole, and skillfully moved them back and forth with his wrist.

A few dozen seconds later, a crisp "click" sounded—the lock opened.

"Woof woof woof woof!"

The barking suddenly rose in volume and became even more violent.

Six military policemen immediately took up their rifles and lined up, their muzzles all aimed at the inside of the door.

Yasuda Jiro, who was walking at the front, quickly drew his pistol from his waist and shouted in a low voice, "Open the door!"

"Creak—"

Two military policemen slowly pushed open the heavy iron door.

As soon as the crack in the door widened, a strong, pungent stench rushed out!

The stench of a corpse!

The stench of corpses was so strong it was almost overwhelming!

Yasuda Jiro instinctively pinched his nose, his stomach churning.

"All personnel on high alert!"

He led the team in single file and casually turned on all the light switches in the room.

The archive room was only ventilated by a single chimney; all other doors and windows were sealed shut, leaving almost no air circulation. The stench of the decomposing corpse was trapped in the confined space, growing increasingly intense and causing dizziness and a tightness in the throat.