Genius Agent

Chapter 12 Cutting Off the Root Cause

Where are you going?

Su Yuncheng looked at him, and He Wenyuan hurriedly replied, "Someone is looking for me. I'll be right back."

"Go."

Su Yuncheng nodded slightly. He Wenyuan was a little nervous, but he didn't lie.

But why was he nervous? Normally, he shouldn't feel nervous if someone comes to see him, and his nervousness is due to himself.

Back in his office, Su Yuncheng went to the window.

His office window overlooked the road, and Su Yuncheng happened to see He Wenyuan sneaking around the intersection.

And this location was the very spot where he had sensed the Japanese spies earlier.

"Why are you here again?"

He Wenyuan was a little nervous when he ran into Su Yuncheng. He knew who was looking for him. The day before yesterday, the other party had asked him some questions about Su Yuncheng and had given him a silver dollar.

He had sold information about Su Yuncheng before, and when he went to meet the person who bought the information, he instinctively felt flustered when he encountered Su Yuncheng.

"I've brought you money, do you want it?"

Kobayashi chuckled, exhaled a smoke ring, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and stomped on it hard.

"Give me money? What kind of money?" He Wenyuan was taken aback. Who wouldn't want money?

In this chaotic world, nothing is more important than money. Money is the boss, the father.

"for you."

Xiao Lin took out a cloth bag and threw it over. He Wenyuan caught it and could tell from the touch that there were at least ten silver dollars inside.

"Keep an eye on Su Yuncheng. I need to know his every move at the newspaper. I'll give you this amount every month from now on. If you can find out any secret things Su Yuncheng is doing, I'll increase the reward."

Xiao Lin spoke slowly, and He Wenyuan immediately understood that the other party was giving him ten silver dollars a month to keep an eye on the editor-in-chief.

Who did the editor-in-chief offend that someone would pay such a high price to hire him?

Ten silver dollars is indeed a lot of money; even in Shanghai, it would be enough for a family of four to live on for a month.

"it is good."

Without much hesitation, He Wenyuan agreed. He didn't care who Su Yuncheng had offended; it would be foolish not to make money.

"very good."

Kobayashi Fumihiko smiled with satisfaction. These Chinese people are easy to bribe; a little bit of money is all it takes to get them to do things for him.

The price varies depending on who you bribe.

The ten silver dollars given to He Wenyuan was a figure that Kobayashi Fumihiko had considered.

He Wenyuan was a newspaper editor, and his salary was already quite high, at least a dozen silver dollars a month. If he was offered too little, he might not agree.

Although you can threaten and force him to do things for you, there's no need to complicate things if money can solve the problem.

Inside the office, Su Yuncheng left through the window.

Su Yuncheng saw everything the two of them did.

The Japanese agent from the Special Higher Police disguised himself, not only changing his clothes to high-end ones but also altering his hairstyle and adding sunglasses. People who had only met him once and were unfamiliar with him would not recognize him at all.

Unfortunately, he couldn't hide it from Su Yuncheng. Su Yuncheng could detect him without even seeing him or sensing his emotions.

He Wenyuan returned to his office, and Su Yuncheng walked out of his small office right on time.

"Why are you back so soon? Where are the people looking for you?"

Seeing He Wenyuan walk in, Su Yuncheng casually asked, He Wenyuan was slightly taken aback, and leaned back a little unnaturally to cover the bag of money.

"A neighbor borrowed some money from me before, and he came to pay it back today."

He Wenyuan hurriedly said, and Su Yuncheng smiled and nodded: "Now that you've finished your personal business, go ahead and get busy."

He Wenyuan lied, and Su Yuncheng knew very well why he lied.

An agent from the Special Higher Police gave him a bag, which he said was a neighbor returning money. It's possible that the agent gave him money.

When people instinctively lie, they will temporarily fabricate the lie that is most advantageous to them.

"Yes, editor-in-chief."

He Wenyuan hurriedly returned to his desk, quietly put the money bag into the drawer, and finally felt a little more at ease.

"Chuanming, go and get the Western newspapers from the last few months. I need to find something."

Su Yuncheng instructed Huang Chuanming that Shanghai has concessions where many foreigners live, and there are foreign-language newspapers printed specifically for them.

"Yes, editor-in-chief."

Huang Chuanming got up and went to the storeroom to find the old newspapers stored there.

Every day they would buy a lot of newspapers. After Su Yuncheng read them, these newspapers would be temporarily stored in the warehouse. When needed, they could take them out and look through them to find something that could be used in their newspapers.

After glancing at Huang Chuanming's retreating figure, Su Yuncheng returned to his office, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.

"Hello Mr. Delon, I am Su Yuncheng..."

Not long after Su Yuncheng hung up the phone, Huang Chuanming also entered the office carrying a stack of newspapers.

"Leave it here, and you can take it back after I find what I need."

"Okay, I'll go out now."

Huang Chuanming left the office and closed the door for Su Yuncheng as he did so.

Su Yuncheng stared thoughtfully at the office door.

The Special Higher Police wouldn't approach He Wenyuan for no reason, and they might have even given him money. It's very likely that when Xie Hanzhang was killed, these agents suspected him and came to investigate him.

Su Yuncheng wasn't afraid of their investigation. He wasn't just backed by Muto Tomohiro, but also by a Special Higher Police intelligence team leader, who posed no threat to him.

However, the Special Higher Police agents are not mediocre.

They have been established for two or three decades and have trained many elite agents.

Within Japan, the Special Higher Police's greatest achievement was its anti-communist activities.

Many members of the Japanese Red Party have been arrested, putting them in a more difficult situation than the Chinese Red Party.

Su Yuncheng was worried about Huang Chuanming.

Huang Chuanming has clearly come into contact with the Red Party, and may even have joined it. Now that the Special Higher Police have extended their reach into the newspaper, if Huang Chuanming shows any abnormality and is discovered by the Special Higher Police, his chances of survival are slim.

Muto Tomohiro would not protect Kikawa Akira, and would even take the initiative to execute him.

Despite being a civil servant, Muto Tomoo is ruthless.

Many Japanese people are inherently cruel.

This matter must be resolved as soon as possible; we cannot allow the Special Higher Police to swarm around him.

His grandfather once told him that the best way to solve a danger is to cut off its root cause.

Although Su Yuncheng couldn't eliminate the entire Shanghai Special Higher Police, dealing with a minor spy wouldn't be a problem.

The spies who came to see He Wenyuan today are the claws of the Special Higher Police; He Wenyuan is nothing more than a pawn.

Since that's the case, then cut off the claws and let Tomoo Muto know about it.

Once Tomoo Muto finds out that the Special Higher Police have people watching him, he won't let it go.

Having made his decision, Su Yuncheng didn't rush and slowly flipped through the newspaper.

He remembered seeing a news article in a foreign newspaper a few years ago that said a box that could project images of people had appeared in Europe. At the time, he didn't understand what it was and didn't pay any attention to it.

The box he dreamed about yesterday was somewhat similar to the description in the newspaper, so Su Yuncheng dug out those old newspapers.

"Found it."

Not long after, Su Yuncheng pulled out an English newspaper, from November of last year.

The article above contains a short report with photos.

The photo did show a box, but it was different from the one he had seen; it was much uglier than the one he had seen in his dream.

The news report said that this is a new invention by British scientist Baird, a machine that can display images, which they call the "magic box".