Chapter 656: My dear younger brother

I've never seen you so flustered before. Chen Yongyi said happily.

Bullshit, the first time was when we reunited! Chen Yongren feigned dissatisfaction, pursed his lips and said: "Don't waste time; if we don't figure out this guy's background, I feel uneasy all over."

If you don't want me to die early, then hurry up and do it!

Otherwise I'll use my own method to deal with this trouble!

What method? Chen Yongyi's heart tightened: "Don't mess around!"

After a pause, Chen Yongyi felt his reaction was too strong, and immediately said: "If someone just arrives and you kill them, any sensible person will suspect you have a problem."

He didn't doubt Chen Yongren's words at all; his own brother dared to plant bombs in the Army Club, so killing an outsider who threatened his safety was no problem.

But the key issue is, Cun Xigong is one of us—how could we let Chen Yongren kill him indiscriminately?

Chen Yongren pursed his lips: "You think I've just been eating plain rice all these years? I have plenty of ways to shift this black pot."

"Don't rush, we brothers finally met; having come this far, how can we act on impulse?" Chen Yongyi persuaded patiently.

"I know you're capable, but even a wise man may have one slip after a thousand considerations; sometimes your confidence will ruin you."

"Rest assured, I will definitely find a way to quickly uncover this guy's identity and give you a satisfactory answer."

"Three days—I need an answer within three days; I fear that delay will bring complications." Chen Yongren thought a moment and said: "I can feel that although this guy looks gentle on the surface, he's actually a smiling tiger; if we don't deal with him quickly, I'll be the one to suffer."

Chen Yongyi almost laughed out loud.

Really, to call him a smiling tiger.

His younger brother surpasses him in that regard and falls short in none; now he actually calls others smiling tigers.

"By the way, there's one more thing." Chen Yongren thought a moment and said: "I saw that traitor of yours today."

"What, he's still in prison?" Chen Yongyi said in surprise.

Chen Yongren waved his hand and said: "That's not the point; the important thing is we found some documents on him."

"Okamura Neiji demanded that I and he quickly decipher this document to obtain your next move."

"Documents?" Chen Yongyi frowned, instinctively sensing something off: "What documents?"

Upon learning that the contact had a problem, he had contacted the organization, and the contact carried no confidential documents.

"This question should be directed at you—how would I know what the document is?" Chen Yongren said irritably: "The original document has been taken by Cun Xigong; I can only recall the gist, so bring paper and pen."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yongyi without hesitation quickly fetched paper and pen and handed them to Chen Yongren.

He also wanted to know what damned document Okamura Neiji had captured.

Relying on his extraordinary memory, Chen Yongren quickly wrote down the document he had seen for Chen Yongyi.

What a mess of junk?

Chen Yongyi's first reaction was, "Damn it, where did those little Japanese get these obsolete codes?"

Although they were double-encrypted, since they're old codes, there's basically no secrecy.

The approximate content after translation is:

Agents lurking in Northern Peace will hold a secret meeting on March 2 at No. 10 Little Prince Lane, Northern Peace.

A trap!

Thinking that Comrade Dujuan's identity had already been suspected, Chen Yongyi immediately realized this was very likely a trap aimed at him.

The sudden dispatch of that little Japanese to work in Northern Peace was indeed not that simple.

Upon further thought, Comrade Dujuan is a veteran agent; he must also be on guard.

"What's wrong, what's the problem with this document?" Chen Yongren asked deliberately.

Chen Yongyi wore a constipated expression, at a loss for how to express it.

Cun Xigong being a Japanese member of the Red Party is an absolute secret that must not be easily disclosed.

"Nothing much; I'll need to report upward before I can know the specifics." Chen Yongyi spoke offhandedly.

Regarding Chen Yongyi's behavior of spouting lies with eyes open, Chen Yongren didn't expose him, but shifted the topic: "Did your superiors agree to do business with me?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yongyi instantly perked up, sat straight, and nodded firmly: "Agreed!"

"Come on, tell me what precious stuff you have on hand!"

"Not much, just over 500 submachine guns." Yongren laughed.

These guns were originally intended to be sold directly to Fourth Master, so they could have a good time together.

I didn't expect to run into my older brother.

Since there's meat, we naturally ought to let the older brother eat first.

"What the hell, a submachine gun?" Chen Yongyi exclaimed in surprise.

He had once probed the black market for supplies; this weapon, while powerful at close range, is expensive and its ammunition scarce.

Even with these flaws, such guns are hard to come by.

Even over five hundred is fine, but damn it, that's all.

Is this even human speech?

"To you guys, this thing is actually just a toy; the real useful item is the Type 38 rifle." Chen Yongren laughed: "Not more, not less—6,200 Type 38 rifles and 120,000 rounds of ammunition."

Chen Yongyi, who had wanted to take a sip of water to calm his surprise, suddenly spat out a mouthful.

Over six thousand guns—enough to equip three infantry regiments.

"Besides, there are also 5,000 grenades and 500 kilograms of explosives." Chen Yongren listed them off like a menu, recounting his possessions in detail.

Chen Yongyi was nearly stunned stupid.

Weapons and equipment, as well as food, and everyday kerosene.

Each item alone would be enough to trigger a frenzied rush on the black market.

However, the real trump card is still to come.

"I know you're lacking medicine, so I prepared five boxes of anti-inflammatory drugs." Chen Yongren continued, here he also had an ulterior motive, not directly saying he actually had twenty boxes.

"You have this too?" Chen Yongyi almost had his jaw drop.

My younger brother's skills are far beyond what I imagined.

"Of course, don't even look at who I am—just grab some Japanese goods and it's fine." Chen Yongren laughed.

Chen Yongyi nodded excitedly and said, "Five boxes isn't bad; it can save many soldiers."

Often, soldiers don't die on the battlefield but from untreated wound infections—this kind of non-combat attrition.

Sometimes even a minor wound can cause a living life to vanish before one's eyes.

"Five boxes?" Chen Yongren coughed twice and said, "Older brother, your ears seem to have a problem—I didn't say five boxes, I said five cases, a total of five cases of anti-inflammatory medicine."

?

A question mark slowly appeared on Chen Yongyi's head, and he even thought he had misheard.

Back then, even for a single box of anti-inflammatory medicine, or even a single tablet, they would sacrifice a comrade's life.

As a result, now.

Chen Yongyi suddenly felt that his cognition had gone awry.

Regarding this, Chen Yongren only wanted to say, he had seen that expression before.

Chen Dian was the same back then, and now he lies very happily.

"A Ren." Chen Yongyi fell silent for a moment, then suddenly said.

"What's up?" Chen Yongyi feigned incomprehension.