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In the depths of winter, Shanghai lay shrouded in a heavy haze, the cold wind slicing through the streets like a knife. This once-thriving Pearl of the East had been ravaged by the dual onslaught of the Japanese Officer and Wang Weiquan, leaving it battered and broken. Wang Weiquan resembled a ship on the verge of sinking amidst a storm, teetering precariously as fear gripped its crew, with various factions scheming for their own escape routes.
Lin Feng, an undercover member of the Underground Party embedded within Wang Wei's Secret Service Agency, had long grown accustomed to navigating the shadows and dangers. Recently, with the rapid changes in the war situation, his organization issued a special directive: he was to find a way to connect with the branches of the Kuomintang and Communist Party in Shanghai to gather more intelligence and procure scarce resources for the American Side. This was undoubtedly a daunting and risky task; although both parties collaborated in the broader context of resisting Japan, their longstanding conflicts and divisions were deeply rooted. The American Side harbored suspicions towards the Communist Party, and any misstep could plunge Lin Feng into irretrievable peril.
Upon receiving the order, Lin Feng remained calm. Drawing on his accumulated experience and connections within enemy lines, he began cautiously seeking out traces of the American Side in Shanghai. After some effort, he finally established preliminary contact through an intermediary. The other party requested a meeting at a discreet location to discuss potential cooperation.
On the day of the meeting, Lin Feng donned a deep gray changshan, topped with a bowler hat, and carried an old leather suitcase, disguising himself as an ordinary businessman as he made his way to the agreed-upon spot. It was an old Western-style house on the edge of the French Concession that appeared to be an ordinary residence but was surrounded by hidden sentries, exuding an air of menace. Lin Feng understood that he was stepping into a den of danger; his gaze was resolute, and his steps steady, betraying no fear.
Entering the house, he found the interior dimly lit, with several figures flickering in and out of view amidst swirling smoke. The leader among them was a lean middle-aged man with sharp eyes that glinted like those of an eagle. He scrutinized Lin Feng from head to toe before speaking with a smile that did not reach his eyes: "Mr. Lin, I've heard much about you! I understand you've been thriving under Wang Wei's regime. I'm curious—what makes you think we can cooperate?"
Lin Feng had anticipated this line of questioning. With poise and confidence, he replied with a smile: "Director, you jest. I'm merely trying to survive amidst chaos. We all know how things stand; Wang Wei's time is running out, and I must secure my own future." As he spoke, he gently opened his suitcase and produced a prepared letter of allegiance to hand over.
The agent took the letter with skepticism and began to peruse its contents. It detailed numerous confidential pieces of information regarding Wang Wei's recent activities—supply lists from Japanese Officers to Wang Jingwei's army, minutes from high-level meetings between Wang Wei and Japanese Officers concerning strategic withdrawals, and even internal plans for monitoring American personnel within Wang Wei's Secret Service Agency. While these details seemed casually listed, they had been meticulously selected and organized by Lin Feng to demonstrate both his sincerity and capability without revealing critical information from the Communist side.
As the agent read on, his expression grew increasingly serious; doubt gradually gave way to astonishment. The value of this intelligence was undeniable—if true, Lin Feng would undoubtedly be a highly valuable asset. Yet still skeptical, he probed further: "Mr. Lin, how did you come by this information? You aren't trying to pull one over on us, are you?"
Lin Feng frowned slightly, feigning displeasure as he replied: "Director, having spent much time within Wang Wei's organization has afforded me my channels and means. I risked my life coming here because I genuinely wish to collaborate with the American Side for our mutual benefit. If you doubt me, feel free to verify; if any part is false, do as you see fit!" His tone was firm and his gaze unwavering, leaving no room for suspicion.
After a moment of silence during which he exchanged glances with several subordinates nearby, the agent stood up and extended his hand: "Mr. Lin, it seems I was overly cautious. It's rare to find someone like you; if we can truly cooperate, it would benefit us both." A wave of relief washed over Lin Feng as he eagerly shook his hand, a smile breaking across his face: "Thank you for your trust; I hope for your continued support!"
Beneath this façade of camaraderie, Lin Feng understood that this was merely the first step in a challenging journey ahead. The Military Intelligence Agent was inherently suspicious; further tests and trials were inevitable. At this moment, however, he had successfully taken a crucial step toward opening a door leading into the Information Battlefield amidst Wang Wei's impending decline while planting seeds of hope for resource acquisition for the American Side.
Upon returning home, Lin Feng meticulously reflected on every detail from their meeting while strategizing his next moves. He knew that collaborating with the American Side would be fraught with uncertainties; he must remain vigilant at all times and leverage both parties' conflicts and interests to fulfill his organization's mission while securing greater influence in the post-war landscape following victory in the Anti-Japanese War. In this tumultuous era where every step felt like walking on thin ice, Lin Feng pressed forward undeterred by challenges ahead—driven by steadfast belief in revolution toward a dawn just beginning to break on the horizon.
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