Spy Wars: As long as I'm subtle enough, no one will doubt me

I accompanied Mrs. Ozawa and Mrs. Sato to buy some daily necessities such as lamps and toiletries.

Reiko Ozawa noticed the cheongsam worn by Mitsuko Sato.

"Guangzi, the cheongsam you are wearing looks great."

Sato Mitsuko lifted her short hair around her neck, twisted her waist coquettishly, and boasted: "Well, it was custom-made in Shanghai. You can't buy it in New Kyoto..."

"Oh, that's a pity. I want one too."

Reiko Ozawa looked at Mitsuko Sato enviously at the Republic of China cheongsam that showed off her figure.

I heard that cheongsam, like kimono, is a dress that Chinese women wear when meeting guests or in formal occasions.

Especially, it is thin where it should be thin, and big where it should be big.

This fits the body much better than a loose kimono.

Liu Long said, "I do know a tailor who has been making cheongsams in Xinjing for three generations. If Mrs. Xiaoze is interested, I can take you to see him."

"Oh! Really?" Ozawa Reiko was very excited, but also worried: "Will it delay your work?"

"How could that be... My job today is to accompany Mrs. Ozawa shopping and make her happy." Liu Long looked "sincere".

He noticed that the Secret Service Department had more staff today, in addition to the sentry in the office.

Wherever he goes, there is a car following him, which makes him feel more stable, which is actually a good thing.

Meanwhile, in Taro Ozawa's office.

The new director Taro Ozawa sat majestically, and Satoda stood in front of the table.

"The results of yesterday's anonymous voting are out?"

Taro Ozawa looked at the list handed over by Satoda.

"Hey! They've all been counted."

Satoda did not dare to neglect Taro Ozawa, the new director, in his first act after taking office.

"Well, let me see."

Taro Ozawa looked at the list, his bullet-scarred face twitched, and he slammed the table heavily, "Baka! How come the person who got the most votes for the underground party's spy who infiltrated our organization is actually Takagi Shibuya, a soldier from the Secret Service Department of the Imperial Japanese Empire? There are a total of 9 votes?"

Satoda also wiped the sweat off his forehead and did not comment: "Please continue to read the reasons they submitted."

Taro Ozawa looked carefully and found the reasons why these people believed that Takagi Shibuya was an undercover agent of the underground party.

"In half a year, no underground party members were caught alive."

"Every time there's a lot of thunder but little rain, the underground party member who was discovered last time was burned to death..."

"The intelligence from outside informants is handled by the Special Agents Department. If they haven't caught him yet, Chief Gao Mu is either stupid or he is deliberately destroying the fruits of our labor. He is an underground party member!"

"Every time the National Police Agency has an operation to catch a spy, everyone makes careful arrangements, and it is basically directed by Chief Takagi, but they all fail..."

Even the last one reads: "Takagi Shibuya is having affairs with men and women..."

Taro Ozawa looked solemn and took a long breath: "Except for the last one, it's the truth."

Satoda was horrified and asked, "Could Gao Mu be an agent lurking in our Central Police Department?"

Taro Ozawa shook his head, then nodded, his eagle eyes gleaming with a golden light: "It is possible that he has been bribed... but there is also a terrible possibility, because the police department has been deeply infiltrated by enemy agents, and they want to use this method of blinding us."

Taro Ozawa has great confidence in his intelligence skills.

"The current situation is very interesting, and it is also what I expected."

Taro Ozawa looked at Satoda again: "Can the handwriting of the anonymous vote be compared?"

"Your Excellency, you are far-sighted. Although the vote is anonymous, the handwriting can be compared!"

Satoda quickly flattered him.

Taro Ozawa nodded and said, "Go ahead. I want to see who voted for Takagi and continue to screen and question him further!"

"Then does Takagi need to be suspended and subject to investigation?" Satoda asked tentatively.

"Until there is solid evidence, there is no need for now. It's enough for the two of us to know about this matter. You can go out first."

"Hi!"

Satoda wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and walked out.

Taro Ozawa looked at the vote counting list again, which was full of different votes.

He knew that some of these people might have voted because of personal grudges.

However, those with the most accumulated votes can still reveal some clues.

"Criminal Division, Cai Dawei: 3 votes.

"Criminal Division, Wang Yuyan, 2 votes."

"General Affairs Department, Liu Long 3 votes."

"Liu Longjun is also here..."

Taro Ozawa patted the table lightly, thought for a while, and began to write a detailed letter to Masahiko Inibo who had retired and was now studying at the New Police Academy of the former puppet state of Manchukuo in Tokyo.

To ensure that everything was safe, it was mailed through military channels.

If Liu Long knew, he could easily guess it.

These three votes should have been cast by Takagi Shibuya and the two spies who were knocked unconscious by him that day.

Although the two agents did not see his face clearly that night due to lack of evidence, they still held a grudge against Liu Long for almost losing their guns and being scolded.

Liu Long here still doesn't know that his plan to fish in troubled waters has succeeded.

She was leaning against the clothes rack next to the mirror, accompanying Reiko Ozawa in choosing a cheongsam.

Arrived at the clothing shop that Liu Long was familiar with.

Mrs. Reiko Ozawa initially chose a more conservative solid-colored cheongsam to try on.

Who knew that Liu Long shook his head and said, "Madam, you have such a good figure. It's really a waste of God's gift!"

Liu Long picked out a high-slit, low-cut V-neck dress: "You can try this one."

The respectful tailor beside her also nodded in agreement: "Madam, this cheongsam is made of top-grade Suzhou silk..."

"This... is really a bit embarrassing, right?" Mrs. Ozawa blushed.

This one is a little different from the one worn by Sato Mitsuko, in that the neckline is very low and the slit is very high.

It is obvious that Yanagi Ryu has better taste, the color of this dress is red, and Reiko has fair skin.

It's best to wear such bright colors.

"Go and try it first!" Mrs. Sato pushed Mrs. Ozawa into the dressing room with a smile.

There was a rustling sound coming from inside.

After a while, Mrs. Ozawa came out barefoot with a slightly red face.

A pair of flesh-colored stockings stepped on the wooden floor of the store.

The toes are short and very cute.

The red cheongsam is passionate and unrestrained.

Especially the waist and headlights...

Liu Long, who came from later generations, basically divided women into four types according to certain rules.

One, the power of orange. Two, the power of peach. Three, the power of grapefruit.

4. The power of melon.

The first, second, third and fourth levels are promoted in sequence, and each level is divided into several levels.

For example, Mrs. Sato can reach the third level of the power of pomelo.

Then Mrs. Ozawa can reach the second stage of Melon Power.

Liu Long was generous with his words of praise, and Mrs. Ozawa's heart was pounding as she looked in the mirror.

Mrs. Ozawa's face flushed. Looking in the mirror, she looked completely different from her usual style. She was indeed beautiful and charming.

The high-slit cheongsam was very aggressive, even overshadowing Mrs. Sato who was also wearing a custom-made cheongsam from Shanghai.

"Isn't this a bit too revealing?"

Although Mrs. Ozawa said this, she touched her hot cheeks and couldn't help looking at herself in the mirror.

For her, this cheongsam is an exotic one and it is so beautiful.

"No...I'll die!"

Sato Mitsuko said sourly: "Yanagi-san's vision is really sharp! The effect of this one is a hundred times better than the previous one... If you wear this one, I'm sure Colonel Ozawa will love you very much!"

Mrs. Ozawa thought about it and felt that what Sato Mitsuko said was right.

In the past two years, Taro Ozawa has been either recuperating from illness or dealing with work.

For a long, long time, the eyes of the night did not stay on her...

"It's pretty good, but it's a little tight around the chest... and the slits on the legs seem too high."

Ozawa wanted to adjust it and make a new one.

Liu Long was directing the boss: "Old Liu, write down all the madam's needs. Seriously! If there is any mistake with this cheongsam, I will bring people to tear down your store!"

"okay!"

Old Liu smiled bitterly and wrote down the detailed dimensions: "Chief Liu, it will be ready in about a week. Will it be delivered to Mrs. Ozawa's house by then?"

"No, I can just come and get it. Why bother Mrs. Ozawa?"

Liu Long smiled and said, "In addition, I will pay for this dress as a gift to Mrs. Ozawa."