Chapter 5: The Theatre

Two hours later.

Zhang Yong returned to Li Boqi's office.

He had already told his mother. He also told her that he had recently been assigned a task and might not be able to go home for a long time.

His mother didn't say anything. He was on the government payroll, so this was a common occurrence. She repeatedly reminded him to be careful.

'Do you speak Japanese?'

'No.'

'Do you speak English?'

'A little.'

'What other languages do you know?'

'Cantonese. I learned it from the men of the 19th Route Army.'

'That's useless.'

'Yes.'

'Go change in Logistics first. Then take a rest. We'll call you if we need you.'

'Yes.'

Zhang Yong left Li Boqi's office.

He took the temporary ID and went to Logistics to change into a Zhongshan suit. There were four in total. There were also leather shoes.

Boss Dai was rich. Logistics was well-organised.

It's surprising that such a small operations team has logistical support. It seems that there are quite a lot of things.

In the logistics office, Zhang Yong also saw someone receiving guns.

They were all good guns.

There were even the latest Browning M1935 high-powered pistols. There weren't many of them. The most common were the Browning M1903 pistols.

In addition, there were original imported Thompson submachine guns. They came with 100-round magazines. They could be considered the heavy weapons of the Lixing Society.

Of course, there are plenty of grenades and the like. There are quite a few models.

There is also a dormitory.

A double dormitory. There are two single beds. They both have mattresses. But for now, he is the only one.

At this time, the Li Xing Club did not have many people.

It wasn't that Boss Dai didn't have the money, it was that he was restricted by others. He was unable to expand. In particular, he was under the watchful eye of his archrival, the Party Affairs Investigation Department.

This Party Affairs Investigation Department was the predecessor of the Central Intelligence Agency. The person in charge was Xu Enzeng. Behind him was the CC faction.

When the full-scale war broke out later, the Central Intelligence Unit was dealt a severe blow and its strength was seriously weakened, and only then did the Military Intelligence Unit usher in a period of rapid growth.

Hang up the laundry. Change into the Zhongshan suit.

The quality is good. It's much more advanced than the black police uniform. Of course, it's also much more dangerous.

After changing, it's just time to eat. Go to the canteen to eat.

He is a new recruit. Follow everyone to the canteen.

No one pays any attention to him. No one says hello to him either. He doesn't know the details of other people. And no one knows the details of him.

The food is very filling. There is a lot of meat. It is definitely enough to fill you up. Boss Dai's food is still very good. He knows that his subordinates are all rough and tough men. They all have to work. If they don't eat enough, where will they get the strength to work? Therefore, the people below are greedy, but they dare not make a fuss about the food expenses. They would be pointed at by thousands of people.

Eat until you are full. Go back to the dormitory. Go to sleep.

In fact, he didn't fall asleep. But Li Boqi told him to rest and wait for his assignment, so he didn't dare to run around.

Besides, even if he had the courage, he wouldn't dare to run around. This is the Lixing Society. He would be afraid to live long.

So he spent the next three days in a daze.

He just ate and slept. He felt like his body was going to grow hair.

Everyone else was busy. People were coming and going.

What was he supposed to do if he had nothing to do? So he practiced getting dressed and putting on his shoes in the dormitory. Once someone called, he could go out as fast as possible.

He practiced over and over again. It did produce some results.

Finally...

'Zhang Yong! Mission! Assemble at the door!' Someone called.

'Yes,' Zhang Yong hurriedly got up.

He dressed quickly.

He just walked out the door.

He had a wardrobe and everything. He had a key. But he never locked it. There were no secrets.

Outside, the staff had already begun to assemble.

The two female secret agents he had seen at the morgue were among them. They were both carrying Browning pistols.

Li Boqi also came out. But he wasn't wearing a Zhongshan suit. Instead, he was wearing a long silk shirt.

'You follow me!'

'Yes,'

Zhang Yong answered obediently.

They got into Li Boqi's car. A burly secret agent was sitting in the passenger seat. But he was also dressed casually.

Li Boqi was sitting behind the passenger. Zhang Yong sat on the other side.

'Let me explain briefly. No. 9 has responded.'

'He may have to go out and meet with other Japanese. If he is Japanese,'

Li Boqi said.

Zhang Yong nodded.

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Then he reacted immediately and said, 'Yes.'

When the officer speaks, you cannot simply nod in response. You must answer loudly.

In fact, these people who have attended training courses will do it reflexively. However, Zhang Yong has not attended training courses. Nor has he attended military school.

His previous police position was still a temporary replacement for his father, who had become ill from overwork. In fact, it was not considered a formal entry. In the words of a later era, it was a auxiliary police officer.

His father was a police auxiliary. He was also a police auxiliary. That's why his salary was only a few dollars a month. It was not enough to support his family.

However, after joining the Lixing Society, it seemed like he would have a bright future.

'Change!'

Li Boqi handed him a bag.

Zhang Yong took it. He found it was a set of casual clothes. Like the staff working for a foreign company?

"Yes,'

he answered and changed.

The Zhongshan suit was placed in the bag.

'The person in front of you is called Cao Mengqi. He is a ninth-year graduate of the Military Academy. He is a squad leader. You are called Captain Cao.'

'Hello, Captain Cao.'

'Hello.'

Cao Mengqi didn't like to talk much.

He probably didn't like being in the secret service department of the Lixing Society. He probably wanted to go to the army.

After all, as a graduate of the Whampoa Military Academy, going to the army was the professional equivalent. Coming to the secret service department of the Lixing Society always felt a bit like overkill? There were no military operations to command.

'How far can you identify a Japanese person?'

'Fifty metres, I guess.'

'Good. We'll keep an eye on him.'

'Yes.'

Li Boqi draws his pistol from his back, pulls the bolt and loads the gun.

Zhang Yong sees it. No reaction.

He really isn't good at shooting. It's better to let someone else do the shooting.

I don't think he'll shoot, will he? It's better to capture him alive...

Soon the car stops.

Zhang Yong gets out. He looks around. He realises it's Guangming Theatre.

Huh? A cinema?

He followed Li Boqi inside. He discovered that there was a whole other world inside.

Oh, and there was also an auditorium inside. Someone was singing opera. These days, opera was more popular than cinemas. Many of the opera performers were very popular with the upper classes.

'Have you seen No. 9?'

'Yes,'

Zhang Yong nodded.

He had seen it as soon as he had entered.

It had already been marked on the radar map. Approaching. Just need to confirm the location.

They had met just the other day, so he would definitely recognise him.

'His name is Meng Chaowei,' said Li Boqi slowly. "He's in the cotton yarn business. Shenghua Cotton Yarn Factory. Makes a lot of money. He was the last person to spend time with Du Xiaodie before she was killed in mysterious circumstances. But he vehemently denies killing Du Xiaodie. As there's not enough evidence, there's nothing we can do to keep him here.'

'He's Japanese," Zhang Yong responded quietly.

That was the only thing he was sure of.

As for whether the other party was a spy, there was no way of knowing. But it definitely wasn't a good guy.

A Japanese man, disguised as a Chinese, and who also ran a yarn factory in China. It was absolutely impossible to say that there wasn't an ulterior motive behind this.

'My superiors have given me seven days. Five days have already passed.'

'I will try my best...'

Zhang Yong said, when suddenly his mind snapped.

The radar map showed a small red dot approaching the Guangming Theatre from afar.

Soon after, the small red dot entered the Guangming Theatre.

Zhang Yong silently observed and discovered that it was a woman. Very young. Very pretty. Wearing a white dress. Carrying a small white bag.

Japanese?

It's actually...

Zhang Yong frowned.

Unexpectedly, this woman was Japanese.

Could she be the legendary female spy from the Special High Commission?

'What's wrong?

Li Boqi noticed the change in Zhang Yong's gaze.

His gaze followed and looked over.

'Team Leader, that woman is Japanese.'

'The one who just came in?'

'Yes.'

'Are you sure?'

'Positive. She is Japanese.'

'Good!'

Li Boqi remained expressionless.