nucmednet Chapter 405: Joining the Jian'an City Intelligence Department
Chapter 405: Joining the Jian'an City Intelligence Department
At 11 o'clock in the evening, in the dim lights of the city, the door of the Red Maple Hotel slowly opened. Asano Wenliang walked out with a faint smile on his face, as if he had gained a lot from the conversation with Song Yuanming, the old fox. His outfit had changed, he was wearing a dark windbreaker, sunglasses covering his eyes, and his figure looked extremely bloated at the moment.
However, this did not affect his agility. He quickly blended into the night, like a fish slipping into the deep sea, disappearing without a trace.
In the small reception room on the sixth floor of the Red Maple Hotel, Song Yuanming sat quietly on the sofa with his eyes closed, as if he was resting. His face was as calm as water, without any ripples, but anyone could feel his inner determination and strength.
Wu Jianbang stood aside, his face full of worry. He spoke cautiously, with a hint of uneasiness in his tone: "Prime Minister, we promised to accept the Fuso army to enter the territory of the Southern Government when necessary. Isn't it a bit too hasty?" As he finished speaking, the air seemed to be filled with tension.
Song Yuanming slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were deep and firm. He smiled helplessly and said, "Northern Xinjiang is powerful. Although Asano Wenliang's series of plans can cause trouble to Northern Xinjiang, they cannot cause fatal damage. I agreed to Asano Wenliang's request, but it was just to add a layer of insurance for us and leave a way out. Sometimes, some verbal promises do not have to be fulfilled." His words were full of wisdom and determination, which made people unable to refute.
The entire reception room fell into silence, with only the breeze outside the window blowing gently, bringing a little coolness. Song Yuanming closed his eyes again, as if thinking about the future. Wu Jianbang stood there, waiting quietly, knowing that every decision made by the prime minister was related to the fate of the Southern Government.
At three o'clock in the morning, Jian'an City, a bustling city during the day, fell into the silence of the night. The lights on the street were sparse, and occasionally a few cars drove by, breaking the tranquility of the night. In the backyard of a grocery store in Kunwu District, under the dim light, several figures were still busy.
A young man in a grey robe was sitting at a wooden table, flipping through a thick stack of intelligence materials. His brows were furrowed, his eyes were focused, and he occasionally used a pen to sketch on the paper, trying to find valuable clues from the information. His face was full of seriousness, as if he was shouldering an important mission.
"Xiao Jia, according to the information passed on by our people, at 9:30 last night, the Prime Minister of the Southern Government, Song Yuanming, booked the entire Red Maple Hotel. It seemed that he was meeting with some important person. You should follow up on this intelligence information and make sure to find out the identity of the person who met with Song Yuanming." A deep male voice sounded in Xiao Jia's ears. This was his boss, an experienced old man in the Northern Frontier CIA named Lu Jiaxiang. On the surface, he was a private school teacher, but in fact, he was the head of the CIA's Jian'an City Intelligence Liaison Office.
Xiao Jia looked up at him, his eyes flashing with determination. "I understand, I'll arrange it right away." His voice was soft, but it revealed a determination that could not be ignored.
On the other side, a big man named Erhu was talking in a low voice with a burly middle-aged man.
Erhu had a warm smile on his face, but his eyes revealed a deep calculation. The cigarette in his hand was burning, emitting a faint light.
"You should continue to maintain relationships with these low- and middle-level officers of the Southern Government's Central Army Group. Although it is not the right time now, they may be won over by us under great pressure when war breaks out in the future. Before that, you must not reveal your intentions."
Erhu nodded and said, "Don't worry, I know what to do."
Although the backyard is just a small intelligence office, it hides a huge force. The Northern Frontier Central Intelligence Agency has more than 80 secret agents, pawns, and intelligence personnel in Jian'an City, silently paving the way for the upcoming war between the North and the South.
On this quiet night, Jian'an City seemed to have become a huge chessboard, and these intelligence personnel were the chess pieces on the board, waiting for the upcoming war and facing unknown challenges.
At nine o'clock the next morning, sunlight shone through the window onto the desk, and dust fluttered lightly in the air. Intelligence agent Xiao Jia walked into Lu Jiaxiang's office. His face looked a little heavy, his brows were furrowed, as if he was under great pressure.
He stood in front of Lu Jiaxiang's desk and said in a low voice: "Director, we still haven't figured out who Song Yuanming met with yesterday. Our insider has been excluded from this matter. Song Yuanming's personal guards have blocked the entire street, and the people who know about it are his confidants whom he trusts absolutely."
Lu Jiaxiang raised his head, his eyes revealing a deep wisdom.
He shook his head slightly and said, "No, under the current sensitive situation, it is impossible for Song Yuanming to meet Asano Wenliang in such a high-profile manner. Otherwise, once the news leaks, the entire Southern Government will be in trouble." His tone was firm, giving people a feeling of being unshakable.
Xiao Jia nodded, seeming to agree with Lu Jiaxiang's judgment. But he said with some concern: "But our people found traces of Asano Wenliang in Tianwan District. Do you think that the person Song Yuanming met was Asano Wenliang?" His voice revealed a sense of uneasiness and doubt.
Lu Jiaxiang's eyes became sharp, and he said in a deep voice: "Let our people keep a close eye on Asano Wenliang's every move. We must not lose him again this time. The director has personally instructed that this time we must get rid of this scourge." His tone revealed a determination and decisiveness, as if he had already made some important decision.
Tianwan District, Jian'an City, this area located in the suburbs of the city has not yet been fully developed. The fields are endless and the golden rice sways gently in the wind. In this quiet field, there is a unique Fusang-style small courtyard, whose unique architectural style forms a sharp contrast with the surrounding village houses.
At this moment, in the living room of the courtyard, Asano Wenliang sat quietly on the tatami, wearing a kimono, with an upright posture and a calm and deep expression. Opposite him, kneeling, sat a middle-aged man in a black suit. He was short and sturdy, with a face full of beard stubble and an extremely serious expression.
The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "Mr. Asano, you have been exposed and are being targeted. Our people have discovered that there are many spies from the Northern Frontier CIA in secret." There was a hint of nervousness in his words, as if reminding Asano Wenliang that his current situation was very dangerous.
Asano Wenliang put down the chopsticks in his hand, his eyes were calm and deep, as if he could see through all hypocrisy and lies. He said calmly: "I don't know if I can catch a big fish this time. I currently suspect that there are also pawns of the Northern Frontier CIA in Kyoto. The fact that Kuwata Orinobu was suddenly brought to China shows that their power in Kyoto is far beyond our imagination. We must find a way to dig them out."
Although his voice was calm, it revealed an unquestionable firmness and determination. The middle-aged man looked at him with awe and trust, knowing that Asano Atsuyoshi was a man with far-reaching plans and firm beliefs.
The whole living room was filled with a tense and serious atmosphere, as if unpredictable dangers could come at any time. But Asano Atsuyoshi seemed to be out of the picture, looking through the window at the fields in the distance, as if thinking about a more far-reaching plan.