PFC Chapter 1106 He exposed himself
Chapter 1106 He exposed himself
Finally, Nanzo Yunzi's gentle yet scrutinizing gaze returned to Zhou Zhengqing's retreating figure.
The charming smile on her face seemed to intensify because of Zhou Zhengqing's "cold" attitude, and the curve of her red lips was just right.
Instead of answering immediately, she took two light steps forward and stood about a step and a half behind Zhou Zhengqing, in a position that was both intimate and respectful.
At this distance, she could clearly smell the scent emanating from the other person, a mixture of faint tobacco and cold air.
“Yes, General.” She spoke softly, her voice softening slightly, carrying a subtle sense of dependence, as if she were in a warm and private study, not a snow-covered courtyard.
"There are a few things... that I need to report to you immediately."
As she spoke, Nanzo Yunzi skillfully opened the kraft paper document bag with her well-maintained, delicate hands, painted with light pink nail polish, and pulled out the top report with smooth and professional movements.
However, her body tilted slightly towards Zhou Zhengqing at a subtle angle, from which Zhou Zhengqing could see her graceful neck and half of her beautiful profile with just a slight glance.
Zhou Zhengqing finally brushed the snow off his hands, turned around, and faced Nanzo Yunzi directly.
As he turned around, a tiny wisp of air stirred up, ruffling a stray strand of hair near Nanzo Yunzi's cheek.
She seemed completely unconcerned, even casually brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, her movements natural and relaxed, yet her eyes remained fixed on Zhou Zhengqing's face, intently capturing every subtle change in his expression.
“The first thing,” Nanzo Yunko’s voice calmed down as she began to report, her tone regaining the competence of a Special Higher Police chief, but the underlying gentleness remained.
She lowered her eyes slightly, looking at the report in her hand. Her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyelids, but her tone carried a precise coldness: "Regarding the Japanese Consulate General in Tianjin, the undercover agent who was hiding inside has been found."
When she gave her report, her tone was steady and clear, as if she were simply stating an ordinary official matter.
But her fingertips, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, gently brushed the edge of the report paper, her movements soft and slow.
As she spoke, she raised her eyes again, her gaze hooked as she looked directly into Zhou Zhengqing's eyes. Her red lips parted slightly as she added a sentence in a low voice, with a hint of intimacy as if she were seeking praise.
"Oh? Found it?" Zhou Zhengqing seemed to be intrigued. He smiled gently at Huizi, gesturing for her to go over and roll another small snowball to play with, before turning around and naturally extending his hand.
Almost simultaneously, Nanzo Yunzi extended the fingers holding the report forward, and their fingertips made an extremely brief, almost negligible touch in the cold air.
Her nails, painted with light-colored nail polish, gleamed with a delicate, pearly luster in the grayish-white sunlight.
He took the report and quickly glanced at the neatly printed Japanese text.
The content is indeed brief, mainly consisting of conclusions and an outline of the arrest process, with few details.
“Yes, General.” Nanzo Yunzi nodded slightly. As she lowered her head, a strand of black hair slipped from behind her ear and gently fell to her cheek. She did not brush it away immediately, but instead, in this posture, she calmly added in her breathy voice, as if she were stating something unrelated to herself. However, the ending of each word seemed to have a small hook, subtly teasing the listener’s attention.
The target's surname is Wang, his alias is Wang Fugui, and his hometown is Cangzhou, Hebei.
His official identity was a kitchen helper at the consulate general, responsible for washing vegetables, cleaning, and other miscellaneous tasks; he had been operating undercover for over six years.
She paused briefly, glanced quickly at Zhou Zhengqing as if to observe his reaction, before continuing, "He deliberately concealed the fact that he had a rudimentary command of Japanese. Taking advantage of his position in the kitchen and canteen, he eavesdropped on the staff's casual conversations during meals. The topics ranged from the dynamics of the Japanese community and business dealings to rumors about some non-classified diplomatic activities."
After obtaining the intelligence, it was passed to his single contact via a pre-set dead mail system.
Six years? That long!!! A top-tier undercover agent? And only fluent in basic Japanese?
Zhou Zhengqing lifted his gaze from the report and landed on Nanzo Yunzi's face. His eyes were calm, yet they carried a penetrating scrutiny.
"To be able to infiltrate a place like a consulate, where people come and go and daily communication is inseparable from Japanese, and to gather intelligence through eavesdropping for more than six years without giving yourself away, isn't the word 'basic knowledge' a bit too modest?"
Nanzo Yunzi's face revealed a reserved smile that mixed just the right amount of admiration and a subtle sense of agreement, as if to say, "As expected, nothing can be hidden from you."
She even took a small half-step forward, bringing the two of them closer. Zhou Zhengqing could faintly smell a cool yet warm, expensive perfume emanating from her, which seemed completely out of place with the icy atmosphere.
“The general is very perceptive; he was just pretending not to understand.” She lowered her voice, making it sound more private: “This man’s linguistic talent is indeed more than just ‘basic’; his hearing, in particular, is said to be quite acute, and he can imitate several local dialects of Hebei.”
He speaks fluent Japanese in everyday conversation, but his reading, writing, and complex expressions are lacking. He learned all of this by listening to others talk on his own.
Moreover, he was extremely reserved and low-key, almost like a mute, just burying himself in his work and never saying a word.
He was also overlooked during routine security screenings inside the consulate because of his lowly status and honest, unassuming demeanor.
He stayed there for a long time, longer than many consulate staff, and they trusted him completely!
He managed to get away with it several times during internal audits. As she recounted this, her gaze never left Zhou Zhengqing's face, as if she were admiring the slight furrow in his brow as he pondered.
"Where is the breakthrough?" Zhou Zhengqing seemed unresponsive to her gaze, simply handing the report back to her before putting his hands into the cotton-padded monkey's pockets, as if only to keep warm.
His gaze seemed to be drawn to Huizi's clumsy attempt not far away to solemnly press a withered leaf onto the chest of the snowman "Grey" as a "medal," and his tone of questioning also seemed somewhat casual.
Nanzo Yunzi took the report, her fingertips brushing lightly against Zhou Zhengqing's hand once more, before calmly putting the document back into the brown paper bag.
The movements were elegant and slow, with a deliberate sense of fluidity.
"It wasn't the work of our Special Higher Police." Nanzo Yunko's tone was calm, but upon closer listening, one could detect a very subtle hint of alienation and barely perceptible contempt for her colleague.
"It's the Maochuan Mansion, their subordinate 'Huaxia Group,' which is mainly composed of former Kuomintang agents who have joined them, as well as gangsters and thugs."
A few days ago in the British concession, they arrested a suspected courier from the Tianjin station of the Military Intelligence Bureau.
After a surprise interrogation, the man didn't hold out for long before he confessed to his superior, a grocery store owner in the French Concession.
Following the clues, they got control of the grocery store owner. After two sleepless nights, the owner revealed some information, but it was all of little value.
The people at Maochuan Mansion went all out, and the owner, left with no other choice, mentioned that he had overheard his superior mentioning that there was a Kuomintang agent infiltrated in the consulate general.
However, his work performance was mediocre, and after several years of undercover work, he had not obtained any important intelligence.
The people at Maochuan Mansion followed this lead to investigate.
They hadn't originally intended to target Wang Fugui.
Last night, people from Maochuan Mansion were conducting an investigation in the back alley of the consulate, in the shacks rented by the consulate's low-level laborers. They originally just wanted to inquire about the situation of Wang Fugui and other consulate staff.
But when Wang Fugui saw the agents in trench coats at Maochuan Mansion, he turned and ran, thus exposing himself.
He is currently being held in the interrogation room at the Maochuan Mansion.