Spy War, Stop Guessing, I Really Am an Undercover Agent – Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Back To The Republic
Year 27 of the Republic, February.
On the Dairong Maru oil tanker sailing from Yokohama, Japan to Shanghai.
At midnight, the cruise ship was sailing steadily on the sea surface when suddenly a bolt of lightning illuminated the pitch-black night, followed by a deafening thunderclap exploding above the cruise ship.
At this moment, if someone were standing on the deck looking up at the sky, they would see an extremely eerie sight: the pitch-black clouds resembled swirling vortices, constantly rolling.
“Rumble.” Another thunderclap exploded, and in the luxurious room on the top deck of the cruise ship, a young man wearing a silk robe shuddered all over and abruptly sat up.
The youth blankly looked at the unfamiliar scene before his eyes,
Beep beep beep, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his mind, and before he could react, segments of memory flooded into his mind like a tide.
“Chen Yang, you are the most talented student I have ever seen. The mission you are to execute this time is very long-term and has a high danger factor. You can choose not to accept it.”
“You have three days to consider whether you are willing to accept this mission.”
“Since you are willing, from today onward, you must forget everything you have here. This is your code name, Fuji Mountain.”
“Chen Yang, you must remember, when the Party and Country needs you to sacrifice, you must sacrifice for the Party and Country without hesitation.”
“Comrade Chen Yang, I remind you once more: your identity is extremely special. You must carry this Jade Guanyin with you at all times and must not lose it; it is the only token that can prove your identity.”
“Chen Yang, the people in the Qingpu class are all warriors, but you are different; you are a hero.”
Various chaotic pieces of information flooded in like a tide, causing Chen Yang’s head to throb with pain. Relying on his vague memories, Chen Yang groped around, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it down in one gulp.
The fiery sensation rushed straight from his throat to his stomach, but it was this feeling that slightly alleviated the pain in his head.
It took a full ten-plus minutes to completely digest the previous memories.
Hero? Undercover? What the hell? Wait, I’ve transmigrated, huh, and it’s still the Republic of China Era.
No way, wasn’t I working overtime at my workstation? How did I suddenly transmigrate to the Republic of China? This joke is too big.
Chen Yang rubbed his head, forcing himself to calm down, walked to the window and looked outside. Sure enough, this cruise ship was a product of the Republic of China Era; although the various hardware facilities were very new, in his eyes, they carried a strong historical flavor.
How to describe it? It was like suddenly arriving at a film set shooting a Republic of China period drama.
Heh, he had indeed transmigrated, and to the darkest era in modern Chinese history, Year 27 of the Republic.
On July 7, Year 26 of the Republic, the Japanese, unable to contain their ambitions toward China, launched the Marco Polo Bridge Incident.
A month later, on August 13, the full-scale war of invasion against China erupted. The Japanese Army landed in Shanghai under the protection of Navy naval guns, and the Battle of Songhu immediately broke out.
After that, disregarding all international opposition, the Japanese launched large-scale military aggression against China.
The Japanese Army Department Minister Sugiyama Gen even clamored about conquering China in three months.
The Japanese had long coveted Chinese territory. The incompetence of the Qing Government allowed them to see China’s accumulated weakness, China’s poverty, the submissiveness of the Chinese people, and the muddled incompetence of the authorities. All Japanese thought China could not resist, but reality gave them a hard slap.
The ferocity unleashed by the Chinese people in the face of invaders was incomparable to any other nation.
Seven hundred thousand National Revolutionary Army soldiers fought bloody battles in Songhu, stubbornly holding back the Japanese footsteps.
It was precisely this ferocity that made the whole world begin to re-examine this poor and weak country. It cannot be denied that China did not perish because many hot-blooded youths were fearless in the face of death.
Chen Yang was one of them, but he was still a bit different from others.
His mission was to go undercover; he had to walk a path tens of millions of times harder than heroic sacrifice.
Beep beep beep, that familiar voice sounded again, and only then did Chen Yang sense that something more had appeared in his mind.
With a slight movement of his mind, a familiar image appeared in his mind. Uh, isn’t this the AI intelligent program I designed? How is it here?
The image that emerged in his mind was precisely the AI program he had researched day and night at his small broken company.
This program was designed by Chen Yang. Like most AI programs, it could perform tasks requiring human intelligence, such as learning, reasoning, decision-making, big data analysis, natural language processing, image recognition, and so on.
Wow, transmigrating to this world, he didn’t bring anything else, but he brought a program along.
Woo woo, suddenly, the cruise ship’s whistle sounded, followed immediately by a knocking at the door: “Knock knock knock.”
“Mr. Chen, we’re almost at Huishan Wharf. Please pack your things and prepare to disembark.”
“Okay, I understand.”
The sky was gradually brightening. Chen Yang wiped his wet hair, walked out of the bathroom naked, put on his clothes piece by piece, looked at his handsome and dashing face in the mirror, and in that instant, two different souls within his body had perfectly fused into one.
Shanghai, Huishan Wharf.
Shanghai had many wharves, but few were controlled by the Japanese; Huishan Wharf was one of them.
This wharf was located in Shanghai’s Yangshupu District, also known as Yangshupu Wharf.
At the wharf entrance, a black Buick Sedan was parked roadside. A youth wearing a trench coat and hair slicked with pomade was craning his neck looking toward the wharf.
In this era, the most popular among politicians, businessmen, and rich people was the American-made Buick Sedan. Almost one in every six registered motor vehicles in Shanghai was a Buick Sedan, which had become a symbol of status.
Soon, a large crowd appeared on the wharf. Uncle Qi, the old driver in the driver’s seat of the Buick car, poked his head out and said, “A Ren, go see if the Young Master’s ship has arrived.”
Before the youth could speak, Uncle Qi pointed excitedly at a man in a black trench coat in the crowd and shouted, “A Ren, look, isn’t that the Young Master?”
Lin Yongren looked in the direction of the driver’s gesture, and that figure carrying a suitcase was none other than Chen Yang.
Chen Yang in the distance had obviously also seen the two of them. After waving to them, he quickly came before them.
Lin Yongren took the luggage from Chen Yang’s hand and said, “Young Master, were you comfortable on the ship? You must have had a hard journey.”
Chen Yang lightly punched Lin Yongren’s shoulder and said, “A Ren, after not seeing each other for years, why are you still so formal? Just like before, call me Brother Yang.”
“Uncle Qi, long time no see. You’ve put on some weight; is Auntie doing well?”
Uncle Qi smiled and replied, “Thanks to the Young Master, our whole family is doing well.”
“Young Master, please sit steady; I’m going to drive.”
Chen Yang smiled and said, “No rush to go home first. Uncle Qi, please take me to the Osaka Chamber of Commerce Office on Chuanbei Road.”
Shanghai, Chuanbei Road, Osaka Chamber of Commerce Office.
Chuanbei Road spans Zhabei and Hongkou districts; this was what Shanghai people called the Japanese Concession.
Speaking of which, Shanghai originally had no Japanese Concession, only the French Concession on Jinxian Road and the International Settlement jointly managed by Britain and the United States.
At the end of the last century, foreigners used their powerful ships and cannons to blast open the gates of the Qing Government, and more and more foreigners entered China to do business.
Among them were no lack of Japanese devil expatriates; they gathered year-round in HK District and Zhabei District, with numbers no less than those from Britain, America, France, and other countries.
In order to find a place to settle, the leader of the Japanese devil expatriates at the time, Watanabe Muraji, bribed large sums of money to the Municipal Council of the International Settlement with the support of the Military Department, thereby obtaining positions as two directors on the board.
Then, through their operation, the Municipal Council designated this area for Japanese to live and do business.
With the passage of time, it naturally became what people called the Japanese Concession.
Yangshupu Wharf was not far from the Osaka Chamber of Commerce Office in Zhabei District. The Buick Sedan drove along and soon stopped in front of a small building.
Chen Yang got out of the car and looked at the Osaka Chamber of Commerce sign hanging below the building in front of him, a serious expression appearing on his face.