LRAB Chapter 20 Infiltration
Chapter 20 Infiltration
With a blink of an eye, the two had changed locations.
Mo Jingxian slowly opened her eyes, her mind blank.
It's like a newly booted computer that needs to be reloaded.
The images started pouring in.
"This is what my first experience with the 'Flying Thunder God Technique' was like."
Minato patted him on the shoulder reassuringly.
Mo Jingxian dodged it as a reflex.
Minato didn't pay attention; the little guy's post-operative reaction was much better than the others.
"Be careful on the road."
Mo Jingxian's eyes regained focus, and she nodded to Minato.
He took the package from Minato and vanished in an instant.
This mission is simpler than I imagined. All I need to do is go to the Land of Grass to meet with the spies from Konoha and bring back the secret document.
It is important to avoid revealing your identity and to avoid leaving any traces that could expose the undercover agents.
Logically speaking, this simple task shouldn't require Minato to go to such lengths.
But what can we do when it's wartime?
Konoha and Iwagakure deployed their troops in the Grass Country.
The rendezvous point was teeming with spies from both sides, as well as ninjas from the Land of Grass.
As a battlefield chosen by two major powers, the level of chaos is evident.
The situation became complicated, and young-faced teenagers were less likely to attract attention.
[Reputation points from Orochimaru +10]
Mo Jingxian, who was on her way, was taken aback; the reputation points had come out of nowhere.
He wanted to get close to Orochimaru, but the best way was to gradually attract his attention.
The sudden attention is not a good thing; he doesn't yet have the strength to fend off malice.
The reason remains unknown, but Mo Jingxian quickly accepted reality.
There's no point in overthinking it; nobody knows what Orochimaru is thinking.
So let's not rush to conclusions.
The Land of Grass, Iiya Town.
This is the location of Mo Jingxian's mission.
Now he wears tattered clothes and has a few grime marks on his face, making him no different from the ordinary people on this street.
Rows of wooden houses lined both sides of the street, with five or six rooftops adorned with fish flags that fluttered in the wind.
The exposed wood of the house looked pitch black, with occasional new breaks revealing splinters of its original color.
Mo Jingxian walked along the street from one end to the other.
The street is not long, only about two hundred meters long, and at the end there is the only two-story building on the street.
I don't know what it's used for.
Finding nothing amiss, he pretended to be a loitering passerby on the street and inadvertently circled back.
He passed by a simple inn and stepped inside.
There weren't many people in the room. Behind the counter directly opposite the door, the owner was dozing off, leaning on the counter with his elbow.
Four tables were scattered around the hall, and two tables of passengers were currently sitting around them, having their meals.
Mo Jingxian glanced at it out of the corner of her eye.
One table seats four people, the other two people.
Judging from their clothes, they seemed to be travelers passing by, but the eyes of two of them had been on them ever since they entered the room.
Although the other party tried to hide it well, he still discovered it.
Mo Jingxian pretended not to know anything and went straight to the counter.
"Boss, are there any rooms available?"
The dozing boss opened his eyes and glanced at him.
"Accommodation costs 20 taels."
"Um, do you have anything cheaper? How about 10 taels?"
The boss reluctantly looked away and went back to dozing off.
The boy was somewhat embarrassed and pulled out banknotes from his tattered clothes.
They found the hidden money in two other places and made up 60 taels.
Mo Jingxian pushed the money to the shopkeeper: "I'll stay for three days."
The boss yawned and used a fly swatter to gather the money into the drawer.
I lit an oil lamp and stepped out from behind the counter.
"Come with me."
Mo Jingxian followed the boss to the backyard.
He noticed that the gaze that had been fixed on him had disappeared.
Pretending to turn around casually, I saw the two passengers were busy with their natto, with most of the food still on their plates.
There's something wrong with these two.
However, it is impossible to determine which faction they belong to.
It seems that the other party is not targeting us, so it's better to put it on hold for now to avoid alerting them.
Walk through a dark corridor sandwiched between two houses.
The two went to the backyard.
Two rows of houses were crammed together in the courtyard, and the owner opened the wooden door of one of them.
As Mo Jingxian stepped inside, a musty smell hit her, and there was a small ventilation hole, only about a foot square, in the wall.
The boss placed the oil lamp on the table.
"Five taels of oil for the lamp, food expenses are extra."
Seeing that he didn't react, the boss immediately felt disappointed and turned to leave.
He was quite content with the environment during the mission and didn't mind.
I'm quite tired after the long journey.
He sat cross-legged on the bed, carefully examining whether there were any oversights.
This is the meeting point.
According to the plan, he only needed to wait here, and the undercover agent would deliver the intelligence to him.
As for the names and identities of the undercover agents, he knew nothing about them.
Activate "Active Mist".
The aura enveloped the entire hotel, and Mo Jingxian lay dormant.
This wait lasted for three days.
No, the rendezvous time has passed.
Mo Jingxian knew something was wrong. For an undercover agent, the consequences of breaking a promise were self-evident.
He now faces only two choices.
1. Immediately depart and return; mission failed.
Considering Minato's solemn expression when they parted, this secret letter must be extremely important.
This crucial intelligence was obtained at the cost of countless lives.
Furthermore, he had unknowingly incurred a considerable debt of gratitude to Minato, and without Minato's help, his situation would have been far more dangerous than it is now.
Therefore, he decided to stay and investigate further.
I know very little about the intelligence from the undercover agents, so I'm at a loss for where to start.
The only certainty is that he can find himself.
Based on this, it can be inferred that the other party should be very familiar with the environment here, and even be able to recognize new faces at a glance.
Villagers in the small town.
It matches up; only this identity can prevent it from attracting the attention of those with ulterior motives.
In addition, he has the right to enter and leave hotels.
After observing for three days, Mo Jingxian realized that the small inn only had the owner, which was clearly not him.
What other identity would be legal for entering and leaving a hotel?
transaction.
It would be perfectly reasonable for them to have business dealings with the hotel.
Grains, vegetables, coal, and other commodities are included in this category.
It's impossible to analyze exactly what it is.
But it doesn't matter, the town isn't big, we can always find clues by searching slowly.
Mo Jingxian walked out of the hotel and headed east.
He remembered that there was an open-air market not far from here, a place where villagers spontaneously organized their own transactions.
This place mainly sells daily necessities related to food.
Not for a long time.
When he arrived, it was the peak trading season at the open-air market.
A narrow alley intersects the town's streets at a ninety-degree angle.
Most stalls simply lay their goods on the ground, while the more particular ones would just put a rag under their goods.
The road was mostly blocked, leaving only a gap for one person to pass through.
The stalls are run by local villagers, and the occasional shoppers are mostly locals.
The market was short, and Mo Jingxian finished browsing it in no time.
Unexpectedly, he actually discovered some clues.
An empty, deserted space, where there were traces of street vendors.
Mo Jingxian strolled over to a nearby stall, squatted down, and began to examine the goods in front of her.
"The best grains cost 10 taels a pound, which is very cheap."
The boy grabbed a handful of grains and held them up to the sunlight; the grains slipped through his fingers.
"That's good. I was planning to buy some, but I also need to buy some rice. Do you know where I can buy it?"
He looked around but didn't find any stalls selling rice, hence his question.
The stall owner was an elderly woman whose hobby was chatting.
"You little brat, you want to buy rice? That's something only available in Hozuki Castle."
"Oh, I remember buying it here before."
"It's not common; occasionally someone will sell it."
Mo Jingxian looked disappointed: "Fine, weigh out two jin of grain for me first."
The old woman was happily weighing out the grains for him as she opened her business, and even thoughtfully wrapped them up for him.
After taking the goods, he casually pointed to the empty space next to him.
"Sir, is this stall selling rice? Why haven't I seen him here today?"
"You mean Yasuo? He doesn't sell rice, he sells lotus beans."
As he stood up, the old woman muttered under her breath:
"That's strange, Nobita hasn't come to his stall for four or five days. Could something have happened at home?"
Having obtained the information he wanted, Mo Jingxian did not linger any longer.
He learned about Nobita's address from a young child using a piece of candy, and then casually glanced at it as if passing by.
It is highly likely that Nobita was the spy who contacted him.
Now that Nobita has disappeared, whichever faction captures him will leave behind informants to continue fishing.
Then——
Where is the most convenient place to conduct surveillance?
Mo Jingxian disguised herself as a passerby and sat down in a teahouse by the street.
I ordered a pot of tea to quench my thirst, and while drinking it, I kept secretly observing my surroundings.
The tea house is located diagonally opposite Kangfu's house. If you walk west along the street, you'll see that two-story building not far away.
and many more!
Mo Jingxian put down her teacup and narrowed her eyes slightly.
There seems to be no more suitable location for surveillance than there.
Through investigation, it was discovered that the two-story building was the only administrative building in the town, and two ninja masters were usually stationed there.
Ordinary people dared not go near there.
Spy ninja, intelligence ninja, and what if we add Iwa ninja to that list?
gradually,
Mo Jingxian managed to unravel a single thread from a tangled mess.
Based on this speculation, it seems quite possible.
There's no point in overthinking; we'll find out tonight.
As the sun sets and the moon rises, a dark cloud slowly obscures the moonlight.
In the darkness, a shadow moved between the houses and soon arrived near the two-story wooden building.
Mo Jingxian breathed softly, releasing a vital mist to probe the past.
The structure of the wooden building gradually became clearer in my perception, including the ninjas stationed inside.
three people.
Two of them were eating and drinking, completely unaware that the enemy had sneaked downstairs.
The other person was locked in a room alone, and I sensed that he wasn't in a good state.
In a room on the second floor, two grass ninjas were sitting facing each other, drinking.
Compared to the villagers who were starving, the food on the table in front of them was much more plentiful.
"Come, let's drink this cup. We've done a great service, and the day we're transferred back to Hozuki Castle shouldn't be far off."
"Drink up! Our luck has finally turned around, and we're finally leaving this godforsaken place."
The two exchanged a smile, their eyes sparkling with inexplicable excitement.
Since arriving here, the two of them have suffered quite a bit.
Not only did they not get any money, but they also lived in constant fear and anxiety every day.
They were afraid that if the two great powers of the ninja world went to war one day, the aftershocks would blast them into dust.
"Ding!"
The two clinked glasses.
The wine in the glass rippled, seemingly reflecting a bright future.
Ok?
The wine in the glass alerted one of the people.
It wasn't an illusion; the drinks were indeed spinning.
Before they could even react, the liquor transformed into a monstrous snake and suddenly burrowed into their throats…