Agent: Intercepting Yu Manli at the start!

Chapter 48. The more skills you have, the more ways you can survive!

Su Sansheng suddenly grinned, a bloody gash appearing at the corner of his mouth: "Heh... that won't work on me. He really confessed? Let him come and confront me face to face! Don't just spout nonsense here."

Having failed to win him over psychologically, Zhou Xiao stopped beating around the bush.

Raise your hand, raise your gun, aim—not at your heart, but at the throbbing artery on the side of your neck.

boom!

Blood spurted out, splattering onto the wall and dripping down.

This shot is enough for him to live for three minutes, enough for him to chew and swallow the excruciating pain every second.

Feng Manna frowned: "Third Brother, why keep him to suffer?"

Zhou Xiao holstered his gun, a slight smile playing on his lips: "For someone like him, dying too easily would be too good for him."

Feng Manna was stunned.

At first, she did have her suspicions—this man was too ruthless, too accurate, and too genuine. But after spending so much time with him, watching him investigate spies, execute traitors, and never hesitate, all her doubts vanished.

What underground party member would be so ruthless towards their own comrades?

Three days later, at the MGM Grand Ballroom.

One moment a bloodbath has just ended, the next the neon lights are on again, the dance floor is still spinning, and the glasses are still clinking.

In chaotic times, one should try to enjoy each day as it comes; who knows whether tomorrow's coffin will be carried horizontally or vertically?

Chen Shen is here again.

It wasn't to twirl around with a dancer, but to attend a perilous rendezvous—to meet with the prime minister above him.

The darkest place is always under the lamp; that's always the best approach.

The Special Operations Headquarters had surrounded this place three days ago. Normally, who would dare to walk right into the line of fire?

But Chen Shen insisted on crashing into it.

The more dangerous the place, the less people keep a close eye on it; the more conspicuous the location, the better it is for people to hide.

"Chen Shen! You're here? Shall we dance?"

"Chen Shen, you look dazzlingly handsome in that suit today, how about buying me a drink?"

"I heard you got promoted? It wouldn't be right not to throw a feast!"

He came often and became quite familiar with the dancers. When they saw him, their eyes crinkled with smiles, and they greeted him warmly.

He sat down at the bar, ordered a bottle of kvass, and slowly drank it alone.

The events of the past few days have been replaying in my mind: Was Bi Zhongliang really killed by Su Sansheng? Or was someone using him as a pawn to commit murder, setting up a much larger scheme?

Lost in thought, I caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye—

A figure stopped diagonally opposite.

Shen Qiuxia.

The secret code was ingrained in his bones: a tan overcoat, and his first words were—"Why do you smoke Sakura brand cigarettes?"

"Because it suits my identity as a traitor even better."

The trench coat she was wearing was a light tan color.

Chen Shen stood up calmly, strolled over, and said to the bartender with a smile, "Give that lady a glass of kvass."

The bartender poured the drinks in response.

Shen Qiuxia raised her eyes, glanced at him briefly, then turned her face away, her voice cold: "Playboy? Not to my liking. No need to bother."

"You've misunderstood. I just wanted to buy you a drink, maybe we'd hit it off."

As he spoke, he pulled out his cigarette case, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and with a "click," wisps of smoke rose into the air. He then casually placed the cigarette case on the bar counter.

Shen Qiuxia's gaze swept past the cigarette pack, then she looked up and stared directly at him: "Why do you smoke Sakura brand cigarettes?"

"Because it suits my identity as a traitor even better."

The clothes were right, the words were right, and the eyes were right.

That's right, she was the prime minister.

Three years.

He had been lying low by Bi Zhongliang's side for three whole years, with no news or contact for three years, until today, when she finally showed up.

Deep inside a wine cellar at MGM, the air is cool and the aroma of wine is rich.

Chen Shenwan never expected that the person he had been waiting for all these years to connect with would be his sister-in-law, Shen Qiuxia.

After the initial shock came the silence of a long-awaited reunion, the restraint of wanting to speak but holding back, and the unspoken greetings between them.

After a moment of silence, Chen Shen finally spoke: "Sister-in-law... why was that rendezvous three days ago suddenly canceled? And how did Bi Zhongliang and his men set up their trap in advance?"

This is the mystery that Chen Shen has been pondering over and over the past few days but has yet to solve.

Shen Qiuxia: "The organization has confirmed that a comrade named An Liusan in Shanghai has betrayed us and revealed the time and place of our rendezvous."

Chen Shen: "But why didn't you show up that day?"

Shen Qiuxia: "On the afternoon of the day of the rendezvous, I was sitting on a park bench waiting for someone when a strange man suddenly sat down next to me and told me the whole story in a low voice."

"He said that An Liusan had been captured and defected. If I went to the meeting as planned, it would be like pushing him into a fire pit with my own hands."

"At eight o'clock that night, I quietly crept to the entrance of MGM—and sure enough, I saw Bi Zhongliang leading a group of men who had the entire building completely surrounded. At that moment, I was certain that the information that man had given me was absolutely true. To avoid being exposed, I immediately withdrew."

"Even now, I don't remember his name or what he looked like. I only remember that he was wearing a gray cloth jacket and staring at the treetops while he was talking."

Chen Shen's heart skipped a beat, and he blurted out, "The assassination attempt on Bi Zhongliang that night was a setup by the organization?"

After listening to Shen Qiuxia's explanation, Chen Shen was almost certain that the seemingly chaotic ambush was actually a pre-planned scheme; it was also expected that Su Sansheng would be pushed out to take the blame.

The more I thought about it, the more chills ran down my spine.

This move was incredibly shrewd and sophisticated.

Not only did they cleanly and efficiently eliminate Bi Zhongliang, a major threat, and incidentally deal with the traitor An Liusan, but they also dragged Su Sansheng into the mire, making it difficult for him to recover.

"No." Shen Qiuxia shook her head decisively. "We only received the news of Bi Zhongliang's assassination the next day."

Chen Shen frowned: "If it wasn't the organization that did it, then who did it? Although Su Sansheng is the mastermind right now, according to what you said, he was just used as a pawn and a scapegoat."

"The person who could set up such a flawless killing trap... is terrifying."

He closed his eyes and recalled the clues of that night—the timing was precise, the manpower was skillfully coordinated, and the cleanup was done perfectly. The more he thought about it, the more numb he felt in the back of his neck.

Shen Qiuxia also gasped: "Yes, this kind of person is the most terrifying. Fortunately, he's helping us, he's one of our own, not an enemy."

Even if the other party's identity is a mystery, the fact that he took the initiative to stop that meeting is enough to prove that even if he is not in the organization, he is a reliable fellow traveler.

Chen Shen asked in a deep voice, "Sister-in-law, do you think... there might be more senior and more covert informants within the Japanese puppet regime's intelligence system than we are?"

Shen Qiuxia pondered for a moment: "It's not impossible."

"On the contrary, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise—Su Sansheng is now both an assassination suspect and suspected of being 'Sparrow,' diverting the enemy's attention and making the search for the real 'Sparrow' easier."

"As for you, you were promoted to acting director of the Special Operations Headquarters Operations Department. With a higher position, you naturally have more informants and can get more crucial intelligence."

Chen Shen was the real beneficiary of this battle.

At least, they can stand tall now and have real authority.

Chen Shen nodded slightly.

"Chen Shen, have you heard that the Japanese and their puppet regime are plotting a top-secret plan recently?" Shen Qiuxia's tone softened, but her eyes became serious. "The organization just received intelligence: they have secretly built a secret training camp, specifically targeting die-hard loyalists, and then sending them to the front lines of the anti-Japanese war."

"These people will completely change their identities and infiltrate our ranks, undermining us from the inside out. If they succeed, the consequences will be unimaginable. We haven't even figured out their codenames yet."

Chen Shen's expression changed slightly: "I haven't heard a word about it."

Shen Qiuxia looked directly at him: "So the organization urgently activated you this time because they hope you can quickly uncover the details of this plan—the code name, the location, the personnel, the progress—find out everything and send it out as soon as possible."

"This is why you must stand up now."

"Understood, I will do my best to investigate." Chen Shen paused, his voice lowering slightly, "Sister-in-law, to be honest, I'm more concerned about the mastermind behind it all. They're incredibly capable."

"Whether he's a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau, a spy for the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, or one of our own, I want to find out where he came from. Otherwise, if he manages to scheme against me without me even realizing it, I might not even know how I died."

Shen Qiuxia nodded: "Judging from the results, he's on our side. If you have the chance to investigate, you can try, but you must stay calm and not act rashly."

Who exactly is the person who secretly orchestrated this with such divine skill? Chen Shen desperately wanted to know the answer, but everything remained shrouded in mystery.

This rendezvous appeared calm on the surface, but was actually extremely dangerous.

Fortunately, both Chen Shen and Shen Qiuxia escaped unharmed.

The following morning, at the Special Operations Headquarters.

The first thing Zhou Xiao did upon opening his eyes was to open the system interface and tap the screen: "Sign in".

A crisp system voice rang out: "Ding—Congratulations, host, for completing the daily check-in and obtaining [Super Driving Specialization]."

Skill Description: The host will immediately master the operation of various vehicles, covering all standard equipment such as trains, tanks, ships, and airplanes. They will become proficient as soon as they start using them and operate them with ease.

Driving expertise?

value!

Back in his days at the Military Intelligence Bureau's special training class, he did learn to drive, but only in sedans and jeeps. As for the behemoths on the railway tracks, the steel torrents on the battlefield, the colossal creatures at sea, and the silver eagles in the sky... he had never touched any of them.

Firstly, battlefield special agents don't need to use them on a daily basis; during the War of Resistance Against Japan, there weren't many opportunities to drive tanks and fly planes.

Secondly, it was also driven by practical necessity—the front lines were already short of guns and ammunition, so where would the Military Intelligence Bureau's training school get tanks for students to practice on?

Now that the system has directly patched up this major flaw, Zhou Xiao naturally accepted it with a smile.

Having more skills means having more ways to make a living.

He was in a good mood after receiving such a generous gift for signing in, and casually picked up this morning's "Shen Bao" newspaper and turned to the recruitment section.

—The time and place of the meeting arranged by Li Xiaonan were prominently printed in an ordinary notice.

The underground party never used radios to contact its undercover agents. Instructions, tasks, and secret orders were all passed on quietly in street corners, teahouses, and train stations, relying on person-to-person and eye-to-eye communication.

"Why would you ask me to meet at this time...?" Zhou Xiao's fingertip hovered over the printed words, lost in thought.

Putting down the application materials in his hand, Zhou Xiao casually picked up a copy of the "Yahui Daily" and ran his fingertips across the yellowed pages, scanning the day's news word by word.

The front page was almost entirely filled with news that glorified the situation—the battle situation on the front lines was exaggerated to the extreme, and the so-called "Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere" was portrayed as a utopian place where rice paddies were everywhere and everyone lived in peace; the rest of the pages were filled with trivial and insignificant news, like wisps of cold smoke drifting from a teahouse, which smelled good but didn't really touch the heart.

Only one text message caught his eye unexpectedly: the pro-Japanese ambassador Chen Mingfu will hold a press conference tomorrow.

Chen Mingfu?

The name pierced my memory like a rusty nail—the number one traitor who used the blood and tears of his compatriots as stepping stones and licked the knife's edge for the Japanese invaders! What "pro-Japanese ambassador"? He was nothing but a traitor in official robes and a lackey in name only.