MM Racing The funding reported in Chapter 37 is quite reasonable.
The funding reported in Chapter 37 is quite reasonable.
Shen Lang leaned forward slightly, his voice low yet filled with a strong sense of seduction.
They could also get their hands on a photo of the killed spy.
The information provided by the system only included a name, which was different from the name provided by Gu Yichen.
To verify if it is the same person, all you need to do is get the photo and compare it with the body.
If it matches up, then the merchant guild mentioned in the intelligence report becomes quite interesting.
So they found an excuse that allowed them to get the photos, relieve pressure on the Lixing Society, and support the anti-Japanese resistance.
"Phew~".
Gu Yichen exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.
The more he thought about it, the more feasible the plan of using someone else to do the dirty work seemed.
Although they wouldn't actually use the police to kill the Japanese, targeted retaliation would reduce their influence in the French Concession, forcing them to remain silent to avoid retaliation during this period.
That would be a huge help to the Lixing Society.
Gu Yichen's understanding of his superiors means he will definitely give their full support to this plan.
This would both strike at the Japanese in the French Concession, give the higher-ups a satisfactory explanation, and demonstrate the role of the Shanghai district.
They can also apply for 10,000 yuan in operational funds, which means they can make another quick buck!
Of the 10,000 yuan operation funds, only 200 yuan ended up in the informant's hands after passing through multiple layers of intermediaries. That's perfectly reasonable!
"Call me at the public phone booth across the street at 5 p.m.
Gu Yichen gave a word of advice, then got into a rickshaw and headed straight for the Chinese-controlled area.
I was supposed to meet with a few more informants to see if they had any leads.
Now that there's an opportunity to cause trouble for the Special Higher Police, it's no longer important whether or not we meet with other informants.
Even Shen Lang, a well-informed expert, didn't have any clues about the Special Higher Police's hideout, so it was even less likely that anyone else would.
Instead of wasting time meeting with informants and not getting any useful information, let's get down to business.
If the plan succeeds, it will be enough to reduce the Special Higher Police's activity in the French Concession to zero in the short term, which would be a great achievement, much greater than killing a few Japanese soldiers!
Maybe I can be promoted to second lieutenant next month based on my military merits!
Half an hour later, Gu Yichen arrived at the disguised trading company.
He went straight to the office on the second floor and gently knocked on the door.
dong dong~
"Enter!"
After receiving permission, I took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
Qi Zhichuan looked up at the young man who had entered, a hint of surprise flashing across his face.
He closed the file discreetly, then asked with a smile, "Didn't you go to the French Concession to meet Bao Youchao? Why are you back?"
Gu Yichen strode forward and said excitedly, "Section Chief, I have a plan that allows us to use a proxy to kill someone, leveraging the police station to strike at the Special Higher Police's power in the concession!"
"Oh?" Qi Zhichuan raised an eyebrow, a look of interest on his face.
He picked up a cigarette from the desk, offered it to someone, and said with a smile, "Tell me about it?"
If they could truly use a borrowed knife to kill someone and strike at the Special Higher Police's power in the concession, the Intelligence Section would have accomplished a great feat.
We'll apply for 20,000 yuan in operational funds then, and the brothers will get a bit more in their monthly stipends.
Gu Yichen picked up the lighter on the table and lit it for his superior before lighting it for himself.
After sitting down, he said meaningfully, "This time we captured the Japanese spy Hata Yakichi alive, and even killed the Japanese soldiers who came to meet us in the street."
"Our high-profile actions in the street angered the French Concession authorities, who ordered the police to conduct a thorough investigation."
"Although we suspected it was us or the Special Higher Police who did it, we had no evidence and nothing we could do."
Qi Zhichuan nodded slightly: "That's right."
He was naturally aware of the French Concession's reaction.
He was secretly pleased when he heard the Public Works Bureau was furious, yet they couldn't even confirm who the culprit was.
Gu Yichen exhaled a puff of smoke and said directly, "Then we'll send the evidence to the police station to confirm the attacker's identity!"
Before the other party could ask any questions, he continued, "The Japanese documents we seized have photos on them. We just need to remove the photos and make a new document for the Lixingshe Society, or a merchant's document."
"Then they put the documents in a safe house in the French Concession and then passed the message on to the police."
"We just need to wait for the police to come and search the place, and find this document."
"When the time comes, we'll compare the photo on the ID with the body, and we'll know that the person who was killed was one of ours."
"The underground party only eliminates traitors and does not carry out assassinations, while gangs may use guns in fights but do not dare to touch our people."
"Then the only force that would dare to use submachine guns to assassinate someone in the street is the Special Higher Police!"
"The police station is under pressure from the Municipal Council and is currently in a state of panic trying to catch the murderer."
"Once the identity of the deceased is confirmed, it can be deduced that it was the Special Higher Police who did it."
"As for whether there's evidence... when has the police ever talked about evidence in their investigations?"
"As long as the reasoning is correct, it can be considered an explanation to the higher-ups."
"Whether it was to save face or to make an example of them, the Municipal Council would take action against the Japanese in the concession."
"Moreover, the Municipal Council has no solid evidence, so it will use other reasons to save face."
"Things that were previously overlooked will now be punished more severely."
"Even if it's just a fine, they can at least be detained for two days, which will restrict their actions during that time."
"I came up with this plan and immediately reported it to you, so I didn't go to the French Concession."
Gu Yichen explained the plan without mentioning Shen Lang's name, presenting it as his own idea.
It wasn't that he was greedy for credit, but rather it was for the sake of secrecy.
Those who work in intelligence will keep their informants and gossips under their command secret, and will only report them when absolutely necessary.
Qi Zhichuan keenly realized that the police would inevitably be involved in this plan.
However, as a veteran intelligence agent, I still know the rules.
Unless there are extremely special circumstances, one should not interfere with other people's intelligence channels.
"Phew~".
Qi Zhichuan exhaled a puff of smoke, his brows furrowed as he fell into deep thought.
A moment later, he picked up the phone: "Bring Inoue Yuichi's identification documents over!"
Then, turning to the young man opposite him, he ordered in a deep voice, "Take your identification and go handle this matter immediately. If you can really use someone else to do the dirty work, I'll recommend you to your superiors for commendation!"
"Yes!" Gu Yichen replied in a strong voice, and took the delivered documents and headed straight to the French Concession to make arrangements.
As a professional intelligence officer, I have more than one safe house in the International Settlement and the French Concession, which I can use directly!
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at the same time
Shen Lang leaned against a stone bench, leisurely smoking and enjoying the martial arts performance in the distance.
Watching the performer's powerful and sweeping moves, I occasionally tried to imitate them.
As time went on, more and more people gathered around, and bursts of enthusiastic cheers erupted from time to time.
Just as the performance was reaching its climax, an angry shout rang out from the crowd: "Baka!"