Chapter 172: You can commit suicide

Dandelion?

How could he know about this most top-secret plan?

Full of anger, Qi Chuan Gong Xiu Zai didn't have time to think much, his gaze became dazed.

"The Dandelion Plan, simply put, is to cultivate spies from a young age, letting them infiltrate all sectors of Huaxia, gradually gaining control over Huaxia's military, political, commercial, and cultural discourse."

Chen Yongren gestured for Qi Chuan Gong Xiu Zai to sit in a chair, while he himself sat opposite: "Who came up with the plan? And when did it start?"

Mind control has a distance limit; once the target leaves the control range, they will regain consciousness, and to use it again one must wait 20 hours.

Precisely because of this limitation, Chen Yongren will not lightly use mind control unless absolutely necessary.

For better interrogation, Chen Yongren temporarily shut off his insight.

"The Dandelion Plan comes from the dandelion plant," Qi Chuan Gong Xiu Zai also said.

"Our first-generation intelligence chief, Lord Qingmu, discovered that after dandelions bloom and bear fruit,"

"The fluff can fly with the wind to various places, then bloom and bear fruit again, endlessly repeating this process."

"At that moment he suddenly thought: What if we could cultivate agents from a young age and then deploy them across Huaxia?"

After holding an internal meeting, we quickly approved this plan and then began preparations for the operation.

In the first year of Taisho, which is also the first year of the Republic of China, we established academies across the country to look for talented children.

After four years of selection, we finally recruited a batch of suitable trainees.

To make them focus solely on being agents, we had Chinese-speaking agents kill their parents and friends in front of them.

When they were about to lose their lives, we suddenly appeared to rescue them, making them dependent on us while fostering hatred toward Huaxia, leaving them thinking only of revenge.

Damn it, these little Japanese devils raised by dogs are truly devoid of conscience, being so ruthless even against their own countrymen?

"While selecting agent candidates, we also built several villages in remote places, replicating Huaxia architectural style on a one-to-one scale," Qi Chuan Gong Xiu Zai continued.

"There they learn various Huaxia dialects and lifestyles, while also being taught agent skills."

Knowing their parents were killed by Huaxia hands, plus our constant brainwashing suggestions, when they return to Huaxia they are filled with hatred.

From Lord Qingmu to Lord Bansai to Lord Tuhui, thanks to the efforts of three generations of imperial agents, they finally graduated.

Chen Yongren asked again: "How many trainees are there in total? What status are these people in now? How many have been activated, and what is the activation method?"

"What else are you responsible for in the plan?"

"I mainly handle liaison work with them and receive important intelligence," Qi Chuan Gong Xiu Zai said.

Because this plan consumes enormous resources, just this batch exhausted us, so we only have this batch of trainees.

We recruited a total of 80 trainees, and they graduated smoothly in the first year of Showa, which is the 15th year of the Republic of China.

Afterward they were sent separately to Beiping, Jinling, Songhu, Manchuria, Tianjin Garrison, Harbin, etc., to go undercover.

Since the Sino-Japanese war has already broken out, they have all been fully activated.

These agents have not disappointed me; they have branched out into every industry, with some even infiltrating the National Government, Party Affairs Office, and Military Intelligence Bureau.

Precisely for this reason, they have been sending us a steady stream of intelligence while also carrying out assassinations, kidnappings, subversions, and other operations.

Some agents even made contact with the Red Party and gained their trust.

All more detailed information about them I have placed in the safe in the room.

Following Qi Chuan Gong Xiu Zai's gaze, Chen Yongren saw a large safe placed beside the bed.

"Go, open it," Chen Yongren said directly.

Afterward, Chen Yongren followed behind Qi Chuan Gong Xiu Zai.

Watching him fumble for a while, he finally opened the safe.

The thickness of the safe door was as wide as half an adult's palm.

Inside, there are two layers, upper and lower.

One layer holds several stacks of documents.

Below, neatly arranged are piles filled with gold, jewelry, and US dollars.

There also seem to be tokens, bonds and such; Chen Yongren didn't bother to examine them all, and simply swept this ill-gotten wealth into his own little stash.

Chen Yongren then picked up that stack of documents, sat on the bedside, about to open it, when he noticed several bottles of Western medicine on the nightstand.

On them was written in English: phenobarbital.

It's the latest foreign sedative-hypnotic drug; it seems this old devil has indeed been tormented enough lately.

No matter, you can soon sleep forever.

I am truly a Great Benevolent Person.

Suddenly.

Chen Yongren heard a knocking sound from outside the door.

"Your Imperial Highness, when will you be ready? The banquet is about to start."

Hearing the sound, Chen Yongren looked toward Qi Chuan Gong Xiu Zai, whose face showed no expression.

The dog system is indeed useful.

Those under mind control are not affected by the outside world.

"Kneel properly; I'll let you speak when it's time to speak," Chen Yongren commanded Qi Chuan Gong Xiu Zai.

As soon as the words fell, Qi Chuan Gong Xiu Zai flopped down and knelt beside Chen Yongren.

Never mind, seeing a Japanese prince kneel before me feels really good.

Afterward, Chen Yongren again imitated Qi Chuan Gong Xiu Zai's tone and shouted angrily.

"Bah, you bunch of bastards, don't I even have the right to decide when the banquet starts?"

"I, your humble servant, dare not," the person outside hurriedly said.

"Scram!"

As Chen Yongren let out an angry roar, the outside of the door fell silent again.

"Besides you, who else can open the safe?" Chen Yongren asked.

"No one else." Qichuangong Xiuzai shook their head.

"Then I can rest easy." Chen Yongren placed the document into the system warehouse, closed the safe door, scrambled the password, pulled out the key and returned it to Qichuangong Xiuzai.

Looking at the short blade worn by Qichuangong Xiuzai, Chen Yongren smiled and said: "Qichuangong, write a suicide note, then you can kill yourself, without making a sound."

Qichuangong Xiuzai sat at the edge of the table, quickly finished writing a suicide note, knelt on the ground, took off the short blade at their waist, exposed their own abdomen, and held the hilt in their mouth.

Raising the hilt, they stabbed hard into their own abdomen.

Squelch~

Half of the short blade sank into his abdomen.

"Ugh..." Qichuangong Xiuzai clenched their teeth on the hilt, beads of sweat the size of beans instantly covered their forehead, and under the intense pain, their body kept trembling.

Next, Qichuangong Xiuzai made a horizontal slash.

The abdominal wound instantly tore open a large gash.

Squelch~

Fresh blood poured like a waterfall, flowing from the wound and covering the ground, the wool carpet quickly soaked through with blood.

Qichuangong Xiuzai gasped two breaths, twitched twice, then their head drooped and they were completely still.

Next.

Chen Yongren then heard a system prompt tone.