Genius Agent

Chapter 63 Holding onto a glimmer of hope

Su Yuncheng didn't lack his money, and his desire to teach him wasn't because of the money, but because of the person named Mian Tiao.

"gentlemen……"

"If you don't take it with you, I won't teach you."

Su Yuncheng glared at him, and Noodles immediately lowered his head, put away the other things, and left the bottle of fine wine.

Su Yuncheng couldn't return everything; leaving a token of his appreciation would suffice.

The wine is good; they can drink it later.

"Now I'll start teaching you..."

Su Yuncheng taught him how to make noodles for an hour. He was quite quick to learn, but Su Yuncheng taught him even better.

No matter who it is, as long as they follow Su Yuncheng to learn, they will learn very quickly. Without them having to say anything, Su Yuncheng can sense whether they have learned it, where they have doubts, and what they don't understand.

Being able to sense other people's emotions is indeed a lot more convenient.

As Su Yuncheng's students, they always felt like fish in water, and Huang Chuanming was no exception.

Meanwhile, in the Japanese quarter, Saito, the head of the Special Higher Police, had already collapsed.

Saito was a bit older, and he liked to go to bed early.

【Ring ring ring】

The bedside phone suddenly rang. Saito frowned, got up, and answered the call.

"I am Saito Yujiro, who is this?"

"Section Chief Saito, this is Takasuke Aoki. I'm sorry, Wei has gone missing."

Saito immediately stood up: "Missing? What happened?"

"He didn't go to work the day before yesterday. The restaurant owner had someone contact him, but couldn't reach him for two days, so he gave me his phone number."

Aoki Shosuke was a Japanese businessman. Morita, using the alias Xiao Wei, was introduced and guaranteed by him to work as a waiter at the Lowell Hotel.

I didn't go to work the day before yesterday, and I've been missing for three days now?

Those damn Italians, why did it take them so long to tell us they were missing? Don't they care about human life?

At this moment, Saito seemed to have forgotten that in his heart, the lives of Chinese people were not that important, as insignificant as ants.

"I understand, thank you for reminding me."

Saito hung up the phone and immediately put on his clothes. Morita was an undercover agent, and there were discipline requirements; he wouldn't leave casually.

Moreover, he had just reported important intelligence, and Saito had even met with him in person.

Morita's disappearance is strange.

"It's okay, just let me know when you find the person."

Aoki Shosuke was just an ordinary Japanese businessman who didn't even know Morita's real name.

Saito asked him for help and acted as a guarantor for Morita. Aoki believed that Xiao Wei was really Chinese.

The person he vouched for disappeared without a trace, and he wanted to give the restaurant owner an explanation.

"Don't worry, I will definitely let you know once I find him."

After Saito finished speaking, he hung up the phone and immediately called his secretary to notify the Special Higher Police to hold a meeting.

Mainly the deputy head of the intelligence group and the head of the operations group.

"Section Chief."

Saito was the last to arrive at the Special Higher Police. Sato, the deputy head of the intelligence group, and Miyazaki, the head of the action group, rushed over as soon as they received the call.

"One of our undercover agents has gone missing."

Saito spoke slowly, and both of them were taken aback. The secret level of the undercover agents was very high, and Miyazaki was unaware of it. Morita came to the Special Higher Police to report intelligence, and he also secretly found Saito.

Sato has always been in the Special Higher Police and is Saito's confidant. Despite being the deputy leader, he knows more than the leader, Mizuno.

These undercover agents were usually in Sato's charge, and Morita contacted him first before secretly meeting with the section chief.

"Section Chief, who's missing?"

Sato asked proactively, as he had a bad feeling. Of these undercover agents, only Morita had returned a few days ago and reported a very important piece of intelligence.

Miyazaki had been looking for the head of the Special Service for the past few days, and only stopped when he received news that the head of the Special Service had gone to the Shanghai station.

"Morita."

Saito replied softly, but Sato had only one thought in his mind: it was him after all.

"Morita just discovered the Special Service Director's whereabouts, and then he disappeared. Could it be the Special Service's doing?"

Sato asked, and Saito nodded slightly: "What you said is also what I was worried about. In addition, he has been missing for three days. The Italian boss only told Aoki today."

They don't usually contact the undercover agents unless there's a specific reason. If the hotel owner had brought it up earlier, they might have been able to take some action.

So much time has passed now, the person must have been arrested, but we don't know where they are.

This is enough time for them to move the people.

"Section Chief, should the others be withdrawn?"

Sato continued, but Miyazaki remained silent. He was only responsible for the operation; their task was to punish captured undercover agents if necessary.

"Not for now, they're all in the concession area. But I'll remind them to be careful. I'm worried about Furong right now."

The section chief nodded slowly. Sato sighed inwardly. Sure enough, in the section chief's heart, Hibiscus was still the most important.

If Morita is captured and confesses, all the undercover agents will be in danger.

Sato understood that the section chief was taking a chance. If Morita hadn't confessed, all the undercover agents would be safe. These people had been planted for a year, costing a lot of money and resources.

If we retreat rashly, the losses will be too great if Morita does not confess.

"Sato, find out Morita's situation immediately. If he's in Shanghai, find out if he's betrayed the Empire. If he's been transferred to Nanjing, where Mizuno is, you can have him investigate if necessary."

Saito reiterated that they should first find out Morita's situation.

If there had been no betrayal, they would have tried to rescue him, or helped Morita die a violent death.

The best outcome would have been if Morita had resisted when he was captured and was already dead.

Sato was right; Saito did indeed want to wait until the situation was clear before deciding whether to withdraw the agents who had infiltrated the concession.

"Hai."

Sato accepted the order, and Saito looked at Miyazaki: "After the intelligence team finds clues, the action team will be responsible for cooperating."

"Hai."

Miyazaki nodded in agreement. The coordination was fine; he trusted his subordinates, all of whom were highly skilled.

The Special Higher Police (STPD) sprang into action, and the Nanjing branch was also working overtime to investigate.

Qu Ning had many people join a year ago. She asked someone to find their photos and then asked Morita to identify them. After looking at hundreds of photos, none of them were the correct ones.

"Section Chief Miao, the man came to Nanjing a year ago, but is it possible that he didn't join the unit a year ago, or that he didn't join any unit at all, but instead recruited an important member, which is why they are protecting him?"

In the conference room, Qu Ning called a meeting with everyone. A whole day had passed, and he only had two days left.

Shen Mozhou took the initiative to say that he was also helping with the investigation today and noticed that no suspicious people were found, which gave him this idea.

"I know, but that would make it even harder to find people. Let's get rid of the waste first."

Qu Ning gave a wry smile. Even in three days, it might not be possible to investigate everyone, mainly because there were too few clues.

If what Shen Mozhou said is true, finding the person will become even more difficult.

Three days passed quickly. Everyone in the intelligence team worked overtime, sleeping only four hours a day. Morita was so tired of looking at the photos that he felt like throwing up, but he still couldn't find the lurking Furong.