Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 739 Don’t act rashly

A fierce battle was going on at the front, and in the Shanghai International Settlement, a spy war was also unfolding.

A surveillance point on the second floor facing the street near Jing'an Temple Road, Shanghai International Settlement.

Outside the window, dull artillery sounds came from afar, like muffled thunder rolling in the sky, reminding people that a fierce battle that would determine the fate of the country was taking place dozens of kilometers away.

However, within the concession, a fragile and deformed prosperity was maintained. Trams clanged, well-dressed men and women walked hurriedly, and lazy jazz music drifted from the cafes, as if the war was just distant news in the newspapers.

Zheng Yaoxian, the new special commissioner of the Military Intelligence Bureau in Shanghai, was wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, yet deep and calm, without any trace of disturbance.

He stood quietly in the shadow of the curtains, leaving only a very narrow gap for observation, and his whole body seemed to blend into the dimness of the room.

Standing next to him was Song Mian, captain of the Military Control Commission's Shanghai Station operations team.

Unlike Zheng Yaoxian's deep and reserved demeanor, Song Mian stood straight, wearing a windbreaker, with a soldier's toughness and decisiveness of an operator between his brows. His eyes were fixed on the window, revealing an uncontrollable tension and murderous intent.

From time to time, his hand subconsciously reached for his waist, where a loaded Colt pistol was tucked firmly.

"Sixth Brother," Song Mian said in a low voice, using the respectful title Zheng Yaoxian used within the Military Control Commission, "The target has been in the 'old place' for over five minutes. Aoki Takeshige is very punctual."

The "old place" he mentioned was the famous "Victoria Café" across the street, whose customers were mostly foreigners and wealthy and leisured Chinese.

“Yeah.” Zheng Yaoxian’s voice was low and steady, without any emotion: “Be patient, Captain Song.

When fishing, the worst thing to do is to be impatient.

What we want to see is what they exchanged and what they said.

Feng Zixiong, this old fox, is hiding too deeply. If he hadn't taken the initiative to bite the bait, it would have been difficult for us to catch him."

Their target was the two men sitting by the window in the cafe.

One was a middle-aged Chinese man wearing a well-tailored suit and round-framed glasses, with a scholarly demeanor. He was Feng Zixiong, the director of the Shanghai Quartermaster Department.

The other is a Japanese man who wears a well-fitting Japanese suit, has his hair combed meticulously, and has aristocratic reserve and arrogance in his demeanor. He is the current head of the Shanghai Special High Section, Takeshige Aoki.

Through the glass window, you can vaguely see two people with coffee cups in front of them. They seem to be chatting like old friends, and occasionally smile.

But Zheng Yaoxian and Song Mian both knew that beneath this calm appearance, a dirty, treasonous deal was taking place, one that would cause the bloodshed of countless soldiers on the front lines.

"Is the footage clear?" Zheng Yaoxian asked. In the corner of the room, a technical agent was operating a camera through a tiny gap in the curtains, firmly locking onto two people in the cafe across the way.

"It's very clear, Sixth Brother. We can capture every little movement of Feng Zixiong and every expression of Qingmu." The technical agent responded in a low voice.

In the cafe, Feng Zixiong casually handed over a thin briefcase from under the table.

With a smile on his face, Takeshige Aoki naturally took it with an open English newspaper, covered it with it, and then skillfully rolled them together and placed them on the seat next to him.

The whole process is fast and covert, and it is easy to miss it if you don't keep a close eye on it.

"The stuff has been delivered." Song Mian clenched his fists, his teeth chattering. "Inside there, I wonder which unit's deployment map or the location of the ammunition depot is? This traitor!"

"It's not just the deployment map," Zheng Yaoxian's eyes remained calm, "Look at Feng Zixiong's lip movements... He just mentioned Huishanma and Bazi Bridge.

Combined with the sporadic telegrams we deciphered before, what he sent this time was most likely the next counterattack plan and reserve deployment of the 88th and 87th Divisions.

These two German-equipped divisions are the darlings of the higher-ups and the backbone of our support in Zhabei and Jiangwan. If they fall into the hands of the Japanese... " He didn't continue, but his cold tone explained all the consequences.

The sacrifice of every soldier on the front line may become worthless because of these pieces of paper.

At this moment, Feng Zixiong leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice, but Zheng Yaoxian, who was proficient in lip reading and well prepared, could still make out the general meaning.

"Mr. Aoki, please rest assured... the planning team is running well... the Bamboo Leaf Green Snakes... are all in place... our people... can reach the key positions..." Feng Zixiong had a hint of complacency on his face.

Aoki Takeshige nodded with satisfaction and responded in a low voice in fluent Chinese, with undisguised admiration on his face: "Feng Sang, you are a true friend of the empire.

Your value is far more than just this information.

Your network is a sharp knife inserted into China's heart.

I am very pleased with your work and it is a pleasure to work with you."

He picked up the coffee cup, took a sip, and continued to paint a picture: "When the imperial army completely occupies Shanghai, and even the whole of China, the formation of a new government will require visionary and capable people like Feng Sang.

The position of Mayor of Shanghai, or even a more important position, will surely be waiting for you. Glory and wealth will be within your reach."

A glint of greed flashed in Feng Zixiong's eyes, but he remained humble on the surface: "It is my honor to do my best for the East Asian Community.

But right now... Dai Li's men from the Military Control Commission are sniffing around like mad dogs. I hope Mr. Aoki will be more careful and ensure the safety of my family, especially my daughter Anna."

"Of course," Aoki Takeshige assured him, "The concession is still safe for now, and the Empire will use all its strength to protect our heroes."

The conversation between the two seemed to be coming to an end, and the atmosphere seemed more "harmonious".

Just as Zheng Yaoxian silently memorized the key codes such as "Plan" and "Bamboo Leaf Green" and his brain was working rapidly to try to match them with the known information, the situation on the street corner suddenly changed.

Two young and beautiful girls in fashionable dresses came around the corner, talking and laughing.

One of the girls, with bright eyes, white teeth, a bright smile, and an innocence that seemed ignorant of the world, was Feng Zixiong's daughter, Feng Anna.

The other girl she was holding was equally beautiful, but her eyes were more lively and cunning, revealing an intelligence and observation beyond her age. She was Feng Anna's classmate and good friend, Lan Yanzhi.

"It's Feng Zixiong's daughter Feng Manna and her good friend, Lan Yanzhi, the only daughter of Shanghai banker Lan Changming and a wealthy family!" Song Mian exclaimed, his face slightly changed. "Why are they here at this time?"

Feng Anna and Lan Yanzhi seemed to be passing by, but Feng Anna accidentally glanced at the cafe window and happened to see her father and a strange man sitting inside chatting and laughing.

A surprised smile immediately appeared on her face, and she excitedly pulled Lan Yanzhi to walk into the cafe.

"Dad..." Feng Manna's voice came faintly through the street.

The atmosphere in the safe house suddenly became tense!

"Not good!" Song Mian almost rushed out immediately: "If they go in, it will alert the enemy! Next time they might meet in a different place! Should we take action now?"

"Calm down!" Zheng Yaoxian put his hand on Song Mian's shoulder. The force was not strong, but it carried unquestionable majesty.

His eyes followed the two girls closely, his brain weighing the pros and cons in one hundredth of a second.

Arrest people now?

Feng Zixiong's identity is clear. Now that the war is going on at the front, the Quartermaster Department needs to fully guarantee the logistics, and absolutely no problems can occur.

I don’t have enough evidence right now. If I arrest him rashly and can’t get anything out of Feng Zixiong, then the consequences will be…

Not catch?

Feng Manna's intrusion will immediately interrupt the connection. Feng Zixiong and Qingmu will definitely be highly alert, making subsequent tracking extremely difficult.

In a split second, Zheng Yaoxian made a decision: "Don't act rashly!"