pertwk Chapter 104 An Old Cow Giving Roasted Young Grass
Chapter 104 An Old Cow Giving Roasted Young Grass
Wang Qiang stepped forward, grabbed Zhang Cheng by the collar, and dragged him toward the door.
Zhang Cheng's cries grew fainter and fainter until they finally disappeared completely outside the interrogation room.
After dealing with Ide Ichiro, Xu Li quickly returned and saw Zhang Cheng being dragged away as well. He asked, "Captain, have you dealt with them both? Should we leave one alive to get more information about the Mei Agency?"
"No need." Yan Shuo stood up, dusted himself off, and looked sharp. "The informants and squad leaders of the Mei Agency only know a limited amount of core secrets. The information Zhang Cheng provided is enough for us to assess the situation. Leaving them alive is too risky. If they escape or are rescued, it will only bring us and Meng Jia more trouble. Only by eliminating them at the root can we prevent future problems."
"Commander Matsumoto?" Yan Shuo twirled his fingertips, quickly sorting through the personnel information of the Mei Agency in his mind.
He already knew the details of the Mei Agency. Although there were several people called "Commander Matsumoto", only one had the authority to directly assign intelligence agents to follow-up missions—Matsumoto Takuma, a lieutenant colonel, adjutant of the intelligence section, and a top expert in Morse code.
"So it was him." Yan Shuo's eyes turned cold, and a ruthless smile appeared on his lips.
Just then, night had completely fallen, making it the perfect time to do something bad.
He turned to Xu Li and Wang Qiang and instructed them: "Clean up all the traces of the interrogation here, don't leave a single clue. Go back and get some rest tonight, I'll handle the rest."
"Understood, Captain!" the two replied in unison, and immediately began cleaning up the traces in the interrogation room.
Yan Shuo didn't linger any longer. He walked straight out of the secret base, got into his car, stepped on the gas, and drove towards the Mei Agency dormitory area.
That was the residence of high-ranking Japanese officers in Shanghai. It was a cluster of small Western-style buildings, not heavily guarded, but it exuded a sense of superiority that belonged exclusively to the invaders.
The car was parked in a secluded spot on the outskirts of the dormitory area, and Yan Shuo got out to survey the surroundings.
He knew this place very well; he had come here secretly many times, and he also came openly quite often.
After all, many Japanese officers, like those in the Osaka Division, were single-mindedly focused on making money. They found the right people, and their smuggling business went smoothly, with astonishingly high profits.
Takuma Matsumoto lives in the small villa at number 7, which is easy to find.
A dim porch lamp hung at the entrance of the small building. Lights were on in the living rooms on the second and first floors. Through the window, a woman in a kimono could be seen clearing the dining table. She was none other than Hanako Odagiri, the wife of Takuma Matsumoto.
Japanese lieutenant colonels enjoyed good benefits, especially those in the intelligence department. Since they didn't have to risk their lives on field missions, most of them would bring their families to live in China, either bringing their entire families or simply keeping a woman there.
Matsumoto Takuma belonged to the former group. He not only brought his wife but also his 7-year-old daughter, arranging for her to board at a Japanese-run elementary school in Shanghai.
Yan Shuo approached the window and focused his senses for a moment. He found only the presence of Odagiri Hanako in the room; there was no sound from anyone else.
It seems that Takuma Matsumoto hasn't come home from get off work yet.
"Perfect timing." He was secretly pleased. He took out a small box of sleeping powder from his pocket, gently placed it in the crack of the window, and then took out a lighter to light it.
The smoke from the incense was colorless and odorless, slowly drifting into the room through the cracks.
Just a few minutes later, Yan Shuo heard a loud thud from inside the room, indicating that Odagiri Hanako had been drugged and was in a deep coma.
He took out a thin wire, pried open the lock in a few quick movements, and went inside.
Upon entering the room, he immediately ordered Xiaozhi: "Conduct a full scan and find everything related to intelligence."
"Scanning begins... An encrypted file cabinet has been detected in the study, intelligence drafts have been detected in the desk drawer, and a suspected codebook and confidential documents have been detected in the bedroom safe..." Xiao Zhi's electronic voice rapidly broadcasted in his mind.
Following Xiao Zhi's instructions, Yan Shuo searched through the study and bedroom, collecting all the files from the encrypted filing cabinet and the intelligence drafts from the desk into his spatial storage.
Finally, he saw the safe in the corner of the bedroom. Too lazy to bother cracking it, he simply waved his hand and put the safe into his spatial storage. He'd have plenty of time to study it later.
After finishing processing the intelligence, he glanced at Odagiri Hanako lying on the living room floor.
He crouched down and ruffled her face, then clicked his tongue twice: "Such a beautiful girl, what a waste, hanging out with someone like Matsumoto Takuma."
Matsumoto Takuma is in his forties, with most of his hair turned gray, while Odagiri Hanako looks to be only twenty-five or twenty-six, so young and tender that you could squeeze water out of her. It's a typical case of an old cow eating young grass, which is despicable to even think about.
Without lingering, Yan Shuo turned and left, gently closing the door behind him as if no one had ever been there.
He drove straight to the headquarters of the Meiji Military Agency, which was not far from the dormitory area, only about three miles away. The streets along the way were lined with izakayas and geisha houses, brightly lit, and the laughter of Japanese officers and soldiers could be heard from time to time. These invaders were indulging in the luxurious life they had plundered, enjoying the wine, meat and beauties of their hometown.
The car stopped in a small alley near the Meiji government office. Yan Shuo got out of the car, straightened his clothes, and with a thought, his appearance quickly changed, transforming him into the look of a Japanese corporal.
This was an identity he had "borrowed" from a Japanese corporal named "Matsumoto." He couldn't quite remember the exact name, but it was just a small fry, enough to get in.
If he were discovered, he could simply fight his way out; with his strength, he had nothing to fear.
Yan Shuo swaggered toward the headquarters of the Mei Agency. The sentry at the gate glanced at his rank and face as usual, then saluted and let him pass.
He walked into the office building with practiced ease, and just as he stepped onto the stairs, a clear voice called out from behind, "Matsumoto Kin'iwa? Where have you been? I haven't seen you for days!"
Yan Shuo's heart skipped a beat, but he turned around without making a sound. He saw a woman in a reporter's uniform standing behind him. She had willow-leaf eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes and was extremely beautiful. She was Fujii Chinatsu, a female intelligence officer from the Mei Agency, with the rank of lieutenant.
He had heard rumors that this woman was ostensibly a reporter, but in reality, she was a ruthless sex spy who used her beauty to extract intelligence.
"Hi! Miss Fujii, good evening." Yan Shuo immediately adopted the respectful posture of a Japanese soldier, bowing and greeting, "Are you off work?"
"Just got off work." Fujii Chinatsu walked up quickly, looking him up and down curiously. "Where have you been these past few days? Were you on a secret mission?"
"Yes," Yan Shuo lied without changing his expression. "I was ordered to follow a Kuomintang agent. I've been lying in wait for the past few days and just returned to report after completing my mission."
"Wow! Matsumoto-kun is really amazing, he's done a great job!" Fujii Chinatsu's eyes flashed with a hint of envy, but she didn't ask any more questions.
The Mei Agency has strict discipline; you absolutely cannot inquire about things you shouldn't, or you'll be punished or even lose your life.
She pointed up the stairs, "Your superior is still in his office upstairs. Go up and report back!"