Chapter 62: Please let the pangolin take the earth plane

Yanping Tarou's confession completely exceeded Lin Dayou and Zhang Haifeng's imagination; both turned to look at Chen Yongren.

"Tell me everything you know, especially Gold Hill, and whether there are any agents awaiting awakening!" Chen Yongren knew now was not the time for anger.

First, extract everything Yanping Tarou knows, report to headquarters, and let superiors make all necessary preparations before proceeding.

The things Yanping Tarou confessed kept increasing.

Even the incident of him peeping at the old neighbor lady taking a bath for the first time was spoken out.

Chen Yongren interrogated him for almost half an hour.

Yanping Tarou's confession filled as many as seventy or eighty pages.

Zhang Haifeng and Lin Dayou's hands were sore from writing, but their expressions were unusually excited.

Damn, this is all genuine merit!

Yanping Tarou's face was ashen; he didn't understand why he was so cooperative with Chen Yongren, and he blurted out everything he should and shouldn't have said.

"Last question, where did you hide your money?" Chen Yongren asked again.

During the several years that Xiye Xiangtai operated undercover in Songhu, he knew his professional advantages and snatched 50 gold bars at the stock exchange.

Chen Yongren didn't believe that this old lackey wouldn't take the opportunity to line his own pockets.

Yanping Tarou didn't expect Chen Yongren to suddenly ask such a question; he readily replied, "Songhu Bank, an anonymous account— as long as I have the token on my neck, I can withdraw anytime."

Chen Yongren grinned.

What we need is anonymity; otherwise, how would we make a fortune?

Chen Yongren forcefully pulled off the ornament hanging from the old devil's neck and pocketed it.

Now Yanping Tarou had no further use; Chen Yongren swiftly severed his tendons in the hands and feet.

Next, he pretended to feel around his waist.

The system is good in this regard; even TNT can be pre-shaped.

Chen Yongren pretended to pull out 2 kilograms of TNT shaped like a waist guard from his back, then took out detonation tools from his pocket, preparing to ask the pangolin to take the earth plane.

Lin Dayou and Zhang Haifeng were both dumbfounded.

Chen Yongren actually carries that much explosive on him; isn't he afraid of an accident?

He left a sufficiently long fuse, and Chen Yongren and the two others immediately left the study.

Watching the fuse gradually approach him, Yanping Tarou's face filled with terror, his whole body trembling.

Soon, the fuse burned down completely, and Yanping Tarou felt a sudden heat in his buttocks.

The next moment.

With a boom, Yanping Tarou didn't even have time to let out a scream before being blown to pieces in an instant; the TNT shockwave shattered the study into fragments.

A blaze of dazzling flame surged up, engulfing the entire bookstore.

Chen Yongren and the two others glanced back; such a violent explosion meant Yanping Tarou was surely dead through and through.

The three hurried to the Public Concession and found a public telephone booth.

Chen Yongren ducked into the telephone booth, about to call the Action Section.

Suddenly he thought of something else.

Although it was already late at night, there was a duty secretary in the section, but Shen Mingchen had surely gone home to rest.

At this point, Shen Mingchen couldn't be found either.

"What's the section chief's number?" Chen Yongren turned to look at Lin Dayou.

Lin Dayou is Shen Mingchen's confidant; he surely knows the private contact method.

"." Lin Dayou answered without hesitation.

Chen Yongren immediately dialed Shen Mingchen's home telephone.

Chinese District

Shen Mingchen's home

It is now past midnight, 00:30.

Shen Mingchen, busy until now, was too lazy to even take a shower, took off his coat, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep.

Just as his eyes had barely closed, he heard a sudden, urgent telephone ring at his ear.

"Damn, who's calling me this late!" Shen Mingchen irritably sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed and pinching the bridge of his nose.

The phone kept ringing incessantly.

If it were some clueless subordinate calling, he would surely give them a good scolding; Shen Mingchen muttered to himself, reached out and picked up the phone, and then heard a familiar voice from the other end.

"Section Chief, it's me, Chen Yongren!"

"A Ren?" Shen Mingchen's expression eased somewhat, and he said gently: "Why are you calling now? Is there any discovery?"

He remembered Boss Dai returning from the General Headquarters and sternly telling him.

Chen Yongren is currently a big shot in the old man's eyes; he must not be offended.

Boss Dai told Shen Mingchen what had happened during his visit to the General Headquarters to report on his duties.

As it turned out, when the old man saw Chen Yongren's merit report again, he took great interest in him and had Boss Dai say more about Chen Yongren.

Boss Dai recounted the details of the Gold Hill Spy Case.

When the old man learned of the Gold Hill Spy Case, and thanks to Chen Yongren's meticulous uncovering, which indirectly saved him once, his feelings toward Chen Yongren could no longer be described merely as 'satisfied'.

What is this?

Benefactor!

The grace of saving a life!

If it weren't for Chen Yongren being out on a mission, the old man would have wanted to summon him personally and reward him face to face.

Chen Yongren's resume is also unprecedentedly perfect.

His registered domicile is Fenghua, and he is also from Xikou Town.

Chen Yongren is also so young and excellent.

This is uncommon in the military; it's practically a gift sent from heaven.

Hmm…

Apart from being expelled from the Huangpu Military Academy for inciting alumni to fight in a brawl, he has no black marks.

Most importantly, the old man gave him a thorough look-over.

He discovered that Chen Yongren was actually a distant relative of his, and their families actually lived on streets not far apart.

He had even once held the infant Chen Yongren in his arms.

He had even drunk Chen Yongren's childhood urine.

Back when the old man's hobby venture failed, the Chen family had once given him a meal.

The older generation gave him a meal.

The younger generation saved his life.

Moreover, they are related by marriage, making them even closer kin.

According to Boss Dai, because Chen Yongren's merit came too quickly, the old man is now worrying about how to reward him.

Shen Mingchen understood this in his heart.

The later the reward for Chen Yongren is issued, the more it shows the old man's caution about it.

Given Chen Yongren's foundation and background, he is surely destined for great success.

Shen Mingchen's mind was active, thinking about how to improve relations with Chen Yongren.

The next second, he heard a sentence that left him stunned.

"Section Chief, we have successfully discovered and killed the pangolin."

"Pangolin?"

Shen Mingchen froze, feeling the name somewhat familiar; immediately he seemed to recall something, jumped out of bed, and roared into the microphone.

"What did you say? You just killed the pangolin?"

During the earlier interrogation of the captured Japanese spies in Jinling, more than one person had mentioned that the chief of the East China Special Higher Section was hiding in Songhu City.

The pangolin had carried out two consecutive dead-spy plans.

Although the first was seen through by Chen Yongren, the second still ensnared the Military Intelligence Bureau's Songhu Station, causing the station to suffer heavy losses.

Boss Dai even wanted to eat his heart raw.

How could such a bastard be caught by Chen Yongren and his two companions?

"That's right, Section Chief Shen..." Chen Yongren briefly described the capture process, then steered the topic to the point: "And we also extracted a lot of information from his mouth..."

Shen Mingchen listened, dumbfounded.

Has Chen Yongren been blessed by immortals? His achievements are as easy as buying groceries.

While foiling the Japanese spies' plot to assassinate General Zhang and Mayor Yu, they even extracted the pangolin's whereabouts from the spies' mouths during interrogation.

Then he was killed?

"Damn it, am I just too tired and now dreaming?" Shen Mingchen muttered softly, giving himself a slap.

With a crisp 'pa' sound.

A hiss...