dmims Chapter 59 Office Harassment
Chapter 59 Office Harassment
Yan Shuo rubbed his temples in frustration. Life was truly miserable. He had to fight openly and covertly against the Japanese army and the Wang Jingwei regime, while also dealing with the infighting and backstabbing among his own people.
There was a newly arrived coded telegram on the table. A quick glance told him it was after his high-tech camouflage equipment. He could decipher such common codes with his eyes closed, but at that moment he felt nothing but annoyance and had no desire to translate it.
He jotted down the call sign and signature of the telegram, grabbed the cipher paper, held it up to the candlelight, and watched it turn to ashes. As for the specific content, there was no need to translate it; it was nothing more than some nonsense urging for equipment.
"Chen Gengwen, deputy station chief of the Shanghai station and colonel in charge of the intelligence department..." Yan Shuo murmured the name, his eyes turning cold. "You've got a hard neck now, haven't you? You dare to touch my people, then I'll arrange it for you."
The thought that Chen Gengwen had actually captured four of his Red Bean Squad's intelligence agents made him grind his teeth; he was really asking for trouble.
Li Zhiyao brought over a suit and tie and carefully helped Yan Shuo put them on.
Yan Shuo kissed her twice, the fierceness in his eyes softening slightly. He smiled and said goodbye to her before turning and walking out of the room, heading straight for Sichuan Road.
The Shanghai Station's intelligence department had a secret outpost on Sichuan Road, where Chen Gengwen often stayed, responsible for collecting and sending intelligence.
The outpost was cleverly disguised, with a Western restaurant sign hanging outside and a small car repair shop called "Xingye" connected to the backyard. The intelligence officers were holed up in this seemingly ordinary courtyard.
Yan Shuo quietly crept up to the vicinity of Building No. 15 and carefully surveyed the surrounding environment.
Sure enough, several seemingly inconspicuous corners were hiding sentries, their eyes warily watching the passersby.
He moved nimbly, using the street vendors and passersby as cover, cleverly avoiding the lookout's gaze, and slipped to the window of the small building.
Inside the window, seven or eight people, both men and women, were busy at their desks, each holding a codebook and intently translating intelligence.
Yan Shuo knew perfectly well that the transmitter was definitely not here.
Nowadays, the Japanese army and the Wang Jingwei regime are keeping a close watch on things, so the sending and receiving points are all set up separately and will never be placed together with the decoding points.
Chen Gengwen, dressed in a long blue linen gown, paced back and forth between several desks with his hands behind his back.
When he walked up to the male intelligence officer's desk, he would glance at the translated telegram and nod indifferently; but as soon as he got behind the female intelligence officer, his attitude changed immediately. He would click his tongue twice, deliberately rub against the female intelligence officer, and occasionally brush the back of his hand across their necks and shoulders, blatantly taking advantage of them.
"You beast," Yan Shuo cursed inwardly. This was clearly office harassment.
The female intelligence agents inside the window had white hands gripping their pencils, with veins bulging at their fingertips, but they could only suppress their disgust and continue working with their heads down, not even having the courage to look up and argue.
During this special period, the slightest carelessness could lead to accusations of "colluding with the enemy" or "disobeying orders," leaving one with no choice but to silently endure.
Yan Shuo squinted at the scene, remaining silent and quietly observing the movements inside.
About half an hour later, several intelligence agents finished translating the telegram and respectfully handed it to Chen Gengwen.
Chen Gengwen slowly read through the message, picked up his pen and wrote down the reply. He then instructed the intelligence officer to continue translating it and handed it to the courier waiting nearby to deliver it to the telegraph station.
After finishing these matters, Chen Gengwen stretched and strolled leisurely towards the door.
As they passed the guard posts at the gate, the guards nodded hurriedly, not daring to be negligent in the slightest, but they also dared not give a proper salute. In this special period, being too conspicuous was tantamount to courting death.
Seeing this, Yan Shuo quietly went around to the side door of the Western restaurant, slipped into the backyard through the toilet, then passed through the narrow food delivery aisle, avoiding the staff all the way, walked to the bar, crossed the lobby, and successfully left.
Just as Chen Gengwen turned the corner, Yan Shuo immediately followed, hanging on from a distance with light steps.
It wasn't until Chen Gengwen walked into a secluded alley that Yan Shuo quickened his pace to catch up, raising his hand and slapping Chen Gengwen hard on the back of the head.
With a sharp "snap," Chen Gengwen staggered forward two steps, almost falling.
"Who is it? Are you looking to die?" Chen Gengwen was both shocked and angry. He cursed subconsciously and immediately reached for the holster on his waist.
Before he could even touch the gun, Yan Shuo covered his mouth and pressed a cold pistol against his forehead, pinning him against the alley wall and creating a strong sense of oppression.
"Shh—shh!" Yan Shuo stared into his terrified eyes, his voice low but carrying an undeniable warning, "If you dare to shout again, I'll shoot you. If you're smart, nod and I'll let you go."
Chen Gengwen felt the cold touch on his forehead and shuddered in fright. He nodded vigorously.
His hand was still secretly reaching for the gun handle, but Yan Shuo saw through it at a glance and pressed it down hard.
Yan Shuo didn't put down the gun. Instead, he reached out and turned him around, deftly removing the gun and magazine from his waist and stuffing them into his own pocket. Then he turned him back to face him, released his hand from his mouth, and said coldly, "Don't move. I won't kill you. I have something to discuss with you."
"Who are you? What do you want with me?" Chen Gengwen gasped for breath. He felt a little relieved when he realized that the other party was not there to kill or capture him, but only a small part of it.
Those who work in the intelligence field deal with lies every day and are naturally sensitive to what others say. To get them to completely believe you would be like asking for trouble.
Seeing Chen Gengwen's wary expression, Yan Shuo suddenly laughed, his tone tinged with sarcasm: "Relax. If I wanted to kill you, you wouldn't be able to escape. Of course, you can try to fight back. If you can defeat me, that's impressive. Come on." As he spoke, he deliberately took a half step back and gestured for him to leave.
Chen Gengwen stared at Yan Shuo's posture and suddenly felt uncertain.
The moment Yan Shuo restrained him, he realized that the other party was extremely strong and had very skillful techniques, and that he was no match for him at all.
He swallowed hard, abandoning any thought of resistance: "Just tell me what you want. Who are you? Why are you looking for me?"
"You arrested my people, so naturally I'm here to take them back." Yan Shuo raised an eyebrow, his tone turning cold. "What, Director Chen, are you forgetful? Can't you remember?"
"You are... Hongdou Yan Shuo?" Chen Gengwen's expression changed drastically, his eyes widening in shock.
The four intelligence agents they recently arrested were members of the Red Bean Squad. Their goal was to force Yan Shuo to hand over the production methods of the humanoid skin mask and voice patch.
He never expected that Yan Shuo would actually dare to come to him on his own initiative.
"It's me." Yan Shuo's smile grew even colder, his tone chilling. "Surprised? Happy? You've been looking for me for so long, and now I've shown up on my own initiative. Shouldn't you be happy? Come on, give me a smile. Seeing a 'colleague,' you should be glad. It means you're not going to die today, right?"
Chen Gengwen froze, intimidated by his imposing manner, and hurriedly explained, "Brother Yan, it's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding! I was just following orders... The higher-ups have long wanted your artificial skin mask and voice patch formula, but you've been stubborn and refused to hand them over. The pressure from above was intense, and I had no choice but to resort to this tactic. The people who arrested you just wanted to force you to show yourself..."