Chapter 155: A Peerless Beauty, Revealing Her True Identity

At half past ten in the morning, the weather changed abruptly. The scorching sunlight vanished, the sky clouded over heavily, and a fierce, howling wind picked up.

This weather, combined with the complete absence of anyone visible in the open, made the area within a mile of the Ming Corporation Building feel deeply eerie, resembling an isolated realm of ghosts beyond the mortal world.

"It's going to rain. That actually makes for good weather for him."

As Chen Moqun muttered this, operatives from other intelligence agencies lurking nearby were thinking the exact same thing: rainy days are best for concealing one's tracks.

At forty-five past ten, everyone hidden in the shadows suddenly frowned.

"What are those Japanese playing at?" Chen Moqun muttered with a furrowed brow.

At the intersection of the street to the left, three small cars suddenly drove into the avenue in front of the Ming Corporation Building.

The cars bore conspicuous little flags with the red sun emblem, making it immediately obvious that the passengers were Japanese.

The vehicles stopped in front of the Ming Corporation Building, and a woman accompanied by ten men stepped out.

Upon seeing the woman, the hidden watchers involuntarily swallowed hard, their gazes turning intensely burning.

The woman was very young, barely in her twenties, and remarkably beautiful. Her skin was like coagulated lard, flushed with a natural rosy hue, and her face looked as though it had been carved by a beauty-crafting machine, with every feature perfectly proportioned.

What was even more captivating was her aura—a natural allure that seeped to her very bones. Although expressionless, she emanated a soul-snaring charm from every fiber of her being.

They say thirty percent features and seventy percent allure make a stunner; this woman possessed ninety percent features and a hundred percent allure, qualifying her instantly as a peerless femme fatale.

Not everyone in the shadows was consumed by lust. Many snapped out of their infatuation after a brief moment of disorientation, their eyes then filling with deep bewilderment.

What puzzled them were the ten men.

Like the woman, these ten held samurai swords. They possessed extremely robust physiques and wore face masks.

While nothing seemed amiss at first glance, many hidden observers soon noticed that all ten men were identical in height and build.

Two people being identical might be a coincidence, but for ten men to be completely uniform was clearly abnormal.

"The drug!" Chen Moqun exclaimed, lowering his binoculars after studying the ten men for a moment.

"The drug? Station Chief, what drug?" Hu Daoyi asked, bewildered.

Without answering Hu Daoyi, Chen Moqun immediately raised his binoculars to resume observation.

Once the eleven of them alighted from the cars, they strode toward the Ming Corporation Building.

Just as they reached the steps in front of the building, the woman darted backward with ghost-like velocity.

Then—bang!

The ten men immediately sprinted toward the pillars in front of the Ming Corporation Building.

Bang, bang, bang...

The dull, heavy reports of a sniper rifle echoed continuously, yet they struck only one of the men.

After being hit, the man merely staggered slightly before continuing his dash behind a pillar.

As the eleven took cover behind the pillars, the gunfire ceased.

Many of the hidden watchers had already shifted their positions, turning their gaze toward the right side of the Ming Corporation Building.

Approximately one and a half miles away, a solitary figure stood on the rooftop of the Mei Fung Bank.

Following a moment of surprise, the onlookers raised their binoculars. At the edge of the Mei Fung rooftop stood a figure clad in a raincoat, rainboots, a face mask, and gloves—the classic hallmark of a lone operator.

Peering through his sniper scope at the entrance of the Ming Corporation Building, Li Wensheng frowned deeply.

The woman from earlier had moved with terrifying speed, losing nothing to him in agility. As for the ten men, though slightly inferior to the woman, they were exceptionally fast as well.

What troubled him even more was that one of them had clearly taken a direct hit from his bullet yet acted as if nothing had happened.

"Could the drugs developed by the Japanese have upgraded so quickly?" Li Wensheng muttered to himself.

Moving with high speed and feeling no pain—this made them even harder to deal with than Shinoyama Osamu had been.

Following that, the eleven remained hidden behind the pillars, and Li Wensheng kept his rifle raised.

A few minutes later, at fifty-three past ten, torrential rain began to pour from the skies.

The sheets of rain blurred Li Wensheng's vision, and shortly after, he faintly heard someone shouting.

Amidst the torrential downpour and over such a vast distance—even though the space between the Mei Fung Bank and the Ming Corporation Building formed a massive corridor, and no matter how acute Li Wensheng's hearing was—he could not make out the words.

While Li Wensheng could not hear clearly, the people stationed around the Ming Corporation Building heard every word distinctly, because the shouting came precisely from the peerless femme fatale hiding behind the pillar.

"Lone Operator, Li Wensheng, twenty-two years old, native of Fenghua, Zhejiang. Parents died early in his life, and his close relatives passed away successively in recent years.

At twenty, you enlisted in the military, but were recruited by the Fuxing Society. In the training camp, you deliberately concealed your abilities, scoring average in everything except marksmanship, yet Wang Tianfeng, who taught tracking, discovered your brilliance and your madness to sacrifice everything for a mission.

Wang Tianfeng was also a man willing to sacrifice everything for a mission. Because you were so much like him, he rated you as his finest and most resembling student.

Upon graduating from the training camp, you served as the leader of the 3rd Action Team of the Military Statistics Shanghai Station. Your mission completion rate was nearly one hundred percent, earning you the moniker 'Ghost Shadow' in Shanghai.

Later promoted to deputy leader of the Shanghai Station Action Team, you traveled alone to the Japanese imperial mainland last year to assassinate Emperor Showa.

After returning to China, you served as the leader of the Military Statistics Nanjing Station Action Team.

During your assassination of General Yoshizum Goro in Nanjing, your tracks were exposed, and Military Statistics discovered you were the Lone Operator.

Military Statistics originally intended to execute you, but discovered you were the distant nephew of the Nationalist Party's supreme leader, and consequently spared your life.

Sparing you was merely meant to drive you into executing the most arduous missions.

When the Military Statistics Nanjing Station was reduced to a lone action team, Headquarters still ordered you to blow up the Empire's logistical supply depot in Nanjing.

You accomplished this impossible mission by using your entire action team as bait.

Subsequently, Military Statistics Headquarters transferred you back to Chongqing, entrusting you with the most thorny case of the stolen currency reform documents.

By then, the Nationalist Party's supreme leader had changed his mind, wishing to co-opt you and make you his personal bodyguard.

In Chongqing, within a mere few days, you exposed the Empire's Special High Police Sakura Cell and two elite agents, and even recovered the currency reform documents from a garbage disposal station.

At that time, the supreme leader's eagerness to recruit you grew increasingly intense, going so far as to arrange blind dates for you.

Finding it utterly unbearable, you fled Chongqing and returned to Shanghai.

The Nationalist Party dispatched agents to hunt you down, led by none other than Chen Wenqi, the blind date arranged for you by the supreme leader.

During the pursuit, you and Chen Wenqi fell in love, and ultimately, Chen Wenqi defected from the Nationalist Party for your sake.

When you fled Chongqing, you stole your own dossier from Military Statistics Headquarters, using it as leverage to ensure the Nationalist Party would not dare harm Chen Wenqi's family!"

The woman was shouting at the top of her lungs, her voice carrying exceptionally far.

In the shadows, operatives from various intelligence agencies turned pale with shock. They had all dispatched agents to investigate the identity of the Lone Operator, yet had uncovered nothing. Never had they imagined that this Japanese maneuver would lay the Lone Operator's identity completely bare.

"Shit, the Lone Operator is actually Ghost Shadow."

"He's actually that man's nephew, and that man even sent assassins after him? Once this news spreads, that man is going to have a massive headache."

"That man truly lacks foresight. Sending assassins after a nephew like this, especially during wartime."

"Heh, that man is in trouble now. Next, he'll have to start searching for a suitable scapegoat."

"Tim, I told you before to look into Ghost Shadow. That fellow vanished for so long—it was too bizarre. But you wouldn't listen. If we had investigated Ghost Shadow back then, we definitely would have found out he was the Lone Operator."

"You only dropped a single hint back then, and when I refused, you didn't bring it up again."

"But it's a fact that you refused. I am going to report this to Headquarters so they know we could have been the first to discover the Lone Operator's identity, and it was your refusal that cost us the opportunity."

"Hey, Jeff, half of the opium trade is yours next time."

"Fine. I never mentioned a thing."

Operatives from all intelligence agencies were astounded, while Chen Moqun and Hu Daoyi stood with their jaws hanging open in sheer disbelief.