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

“I really know that.”

Liu Long remained calm, pretending to be mysterious and lowering his voice: "Who doesn't know the famous Nighthawk? He is said to be the CCP's ace agent, lurking in the three northeastern provinces, constantly passing on our intelligence without being discovered. He is the number one enemy of our police department. Hasn't the higher-ups been trying to catch him all these years?..."

Wang Yuyan took the initiative to sit next to Liu Long, and said, "I am particularly interested in him. Chief Liu, please tell me more."

Liu Long shook his head, looking nervous and a little scared: "That's all I know. Why, Miss Wang, do you want to arrest him in the Criminal Division? He's not easy to deal with. Did you know that the chief of the Harbin police station died suddenly half a year ago? Legend has it that he was the one who killed him..."

Wang Yuyan looked at Liu Long and suddenly smiled: "No, I just thought he was a legendary person, so I was a little curious, so I just asked around."

"Oh……"

Liu Long was about to say something when he noticed two people behind him wearing round hats that covered most of their faces, seemingly following them and listening to their conversation.

Wang Yuyan moved closer to Liu Long and held his arm. It was unclear whether she was really drunk or pretending to be drunk.

With his head resting on Liu Long's shoulder, he murmured in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Chief Liu, when I was on the road, I felt like someone was following us. It was so strange... I don't know if I was worrying too much."

Liu Long was shocked.

What surprised him was not that he was being followed.

He discovered it when he was leaving the police station.

The man who was following us, his attire, and the bulge on his waist all indicated that he was carrying a gun.

Those who can carry guns in the airtight New Beijing are either from the Secret Service, the Security Bureau, or the Military Police.

Even the police department usually only equips soldiers with guns when they are on a mission.

This was a measure taken by the Japanese and puppet regimes to better control the situation, and it was not uncommon.

What surprised Liu Long was that Miss Wang Yuyan was so perceptive that she noticed they were being followed when they were in the car.

At that time, he took out a small mirror and pretended to tidy up his appearance, but he was actually observing the stalker behind the car, right?

This woman...

It can no longer be described with the three words “not simple”, it must be described as “unfathomable”.

"Ms. Wang is drunk. Can I take you home?"

"Oh, okay." Wang Yuyan staggered and leaned on Liu Long.

Her eyes were blurred. "Chief Liu, you can't take advantage of me! My home is..."

After Wang Yuyan reported the address, she fell asleep in the back seat.

Two Japanese soldiers from the secret service department who followed him from a distance muttered, "Baka! So he's dating a woman! I have to keep an eye on him!"

"Yeah, damn it! We can only watch!"

"Keep following. The lieutenant colonel said that if these two make any unusual movements, report immediately!"

The car drove past one street lamp after another, and the dim street lights shone on Liu Long's face again, turning into a silhouette that kept receding.

Liu Long glanced at Wang Yuyan who was still sleeping.

At the moment, Wang Yuyan’s identity is secondary. There is a more important problem before him.

The internal investigation had already started in advance, and the Japanese had been keeping an eye on us since we got off work.

The plan for tomorrow night is to send the exposed comrade away from Xinjing and transfer him to a safe place.

Now that we’re being followed, how can we see our comrades off tomorrow night?

Should we postpone the plan to evacuate him?

But according to Satoda's information, Taro Ozawa will arrive the day after tomorrow at noon. I'm afraid the situation will be more serious by then, and it will be even more difficult to send a living person out of the city.

Liu Long escorted Wang Yuyan into the house, put her on the big bed, and pretended to breathe heavily.

He pushed her tentatively and said, "Finally I got you home safely... Then Miss Wang, I'll take a breath and leave."

Wang Yuyan turned over and murmured to herself: "Chief Liu, don't leave, keep drinking..."

Fell asleep and talked in your sleep?

Then can I do whatever I want?

Liu Long smiled slightly and closed the bedroom door.

Look around Wang Yuyan's room.

The layout of Wang Yuyan’s residence is very similar, with a living room, a bedroom, and a study.

Liu Long felt like he was back home. He first gently opened the drawer, where there were women's clothes, cosmetics, and perfume.

There is a telephone, several popular fashion books, pens and ink, and some calligraphy practice books on the table in the study.

Clean and tidy, nothing else.

Liu Long was sitting in the study, and the room still smelled of Wang Yuyan's perfume.

"Nothing special was discovered..."

When Liu Long's eyes swept across the ink bottles, one of them, which was brown and had no label, caught his attention.

Liu Long opened it and smelled it. It had a pungent chemical smell that he was very familiar with.

When they were studying at the Frunze Army Academy in Russia, the intelligence instructor showed them that there was a special kind of ink. When you wrote on paper, the words would disappear after the ink dried.

The writing will reappear after being dabbed with lemon water or exposed to ultraviolet light, and is often used to convey secret messages to the outside world.

This technology only appeared a few years ago in 1940, and it is still considered advanced. But to modern people, it is very common.

Liu Long thought about it, put the ink back in its original place exactly, and lit a cigarette.

Who could Wang Yuyan be?

I don’t know when Wang Yuyan woke up.

"Section Chief Liu didn't leave? What is he doing?"

Wang Yuyan actually changed into a charming silk pajamas and leaned against the bedroom door.

But as he spoke, he no longer looked drunk as before.

Liu Long lazily leaned on the chair with his eyes narrowed, looking like he had lost all hope in life. He was calm and composed: "Hey, Miss Wang, are you awake? You are really too heavy. I helped you from the car to the bedroom. Look how tired I am. I'll just smoke a cigarette and take a breath before leaving."

"Bah! You can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth. I'm very light, okay?!"

Wang Yuyan blushed and spat, then pouted out the window: "I'm afraid someone is still watching us now?"

Liu Long stood up and looked out the window. There was a black sedan parked not far away outside.

"I am not afraid of any slander..." Liu Long asked tentatively, "Miss Wang, who do you think is following us?"

Wang Yuyan sat on the sofa and crossed her legs. "There are only three: the Secret Service Division, the Security Bureau, and the Military Police. Which one do you think it is, Chief Liu?"

He had clear ideas and even gave Liu Long a question.

Liu Long chuckled, turned around, and sat on the sofa diagonally opposite Wang Yuyan: "Miss Wang, you are dressed like this, aren't you afraid that I can't help myself?"

"Hmph!" Wang Yuyan turned sideways, propped up her chin with her jade hand, and glanced at Liu Long provocatively: "I'm just afraid that your usual playboy appearance is just an act, and you actually have the intention but not the courage to do something bad?..."

There's something about this woman!

You actually saw through his disguise?