69novels Chapter 133 is so useful!
Chapter 133 is so useful!
He had just sat up when the system notification arrived again: "Ding dong, congratulations to the host for successfully completing the 'Stealing the Heavenly Music Project List' check-in task. The reward has been issued - advanced electromechanical technology, magical ventriloquism skills, plus 5000 points."
He had completed the task a few days ago, but the system delayed the settlement.
Advanced electromechanical technology: Once mastered, one can skillfully disassemble, assemble, debug, and modify various electromechanical equipment, from circuit boards to complete machines, from repair to reconstruction, all with ease.
Electromechanical? The first thing that popped into Zhou Xiao's mind was radio.
Radio is the lifeblood of secret agents—communication depends on it, intelligence depends on it, and life and death often hinge on it. If it goes out of service midway and no one can repair it, the mission will most likely be abandoned.
Even more problematic was the fact that the Japanese detection radios were extremely sensitive and equipped with mobile listening vehicles, capable of capturing signals in real time and tracing the transmitter's location in reverse. Sending a message under these circumstances would be tantamount to actively exposing their hiding place.
However, if one is proficient in electromechanical engineering, one can find another way: embed the radio into the car chassis, transmit the signal while driving, and the signal moves with the car, so the Japanese cannot lock the source at all.
Therefore, this technology is not just icing on the cake, but a life-saving trump card.
Magical ventriloquism?
Don't get me wrong, it's definitely not some kind of juggling act.
Zhou Xiao, however, became interested and clicked to read the details.
Magical Ventriloquism: Mastering this skill allows one to mimic human voices, animal calls, and the sounds of objects with uncanny realism, making it difficult to distinguish from the real thing.
Friendly reminder: If you want to imitate someone's speech, regardless of age or gender, you must first listen carefully to their speaking speed, tone, pronunciation habits, and even breathing rhythm, and repeatedly study and practice before you can replicate it.
This is so useful!
Imitation of voice? Sometimes it can really be a decisive blow.
No two leaves are the same, and no two voices are exactly the same. Especially for people, the voice is a living identity card.
As long as it can be mistaken for the real thing, it can "speak for him" at crucial moments, relay his messages, and even make an appearance for him.
Disguised infiltration, luring the enemy away from their stronghold, and creating confusion—which of these can be done without it?
"Great! That's wonderful!" Zhou Xiao felt a surge of excitement. "With this skill, wherever I stand, I can say who looks like them, and they will truly look like they are standing behind me."
This time, stealing the list was not a loss at all; in fact, it was a huge profit.
Feeling cheerful, he quickly washed up and went downstairs for breakfast.
As usual, Lin Yi served breakfast: the porridge was warm, the vegetables were soft, and the fried egg was golden brown.
As she served him soup, she said softly, "Brother Zhou, Yongxin is going to hold a funeral for Zhang Wanlin tomorrow, set up a mourning hall, and announce it widely."
Zhou Xiao paused, chopsticks in his hand: "They found the body?"
It was he who orchestrated this whole scheme; Lin Yiyi personally killed Zhang Wanlin, making him pay for his crimes with blood.
Afterwards, he disposed of the car and the person completely, burying them deep in the wilderness, erasing all traces—Zhang Wanlin vanished from the face of the earth.
Lin Yiyi shook her head: "They probably haven't found him. Holding such a high-profile funeral makes it seem like they've officially acknowledged his death. Otherwise, why bother with such a grand spectacle?"
She looked up at him: "So, what's next?"
Zhou Xiao pondered for a moment, then said calmly, "No rush. The time isn't right yet, let's wait a bit longer."
Lin Yiyi nodded gently: "Mm."
In fact, she enjoyed her time at the Zhou residence very much—it was peaceful, stable, and full of hope.
I prepare a hot breakfast in the morning, wait for him to come home in the evening, and sometimes we can sit together under the lamp and have a home-cooked meal.
They lived a simple life, just like an ordinary couple.
This is the life she has always wanted: revenge has been taken, and there are no regrets in her heart; she can find a good man, treat each other with respect, and spend the rest of her life peacefully amidst the daily necessities of life.
Unfortunately, Zhang Wanlin suddenly appeared and shattered her peaceful life with a single stroke.
After breakfast, Zhou Xiao went out.
Instead of heading straight to the Special Operations Headquarters, he went around to see Zheng Yaoxian, the sixth brother of the Military Intelligence Bureau.
Just in case, he first drove around the Oriental Apartment twice to make sure no one was watching him and the streets were normal before parking his car in a nearby alley, taking a rickshaw to get closer to the apartment block, then climbing the building and jumping off the roof to sneak in from the rooftop and get straight to room 303 of the Oriental Apartment.
As soon as the door opened, the two exchanged a secret signal, confirmed each other's identities, and then slipped inside.
This was the second time the two had met after being separated for many days.
Zheng Yaoxian's trip to Shanghai carries two major missions: first, to thwart the Sugi Agency's currency war conspiracy; and second, to uncover the complete list of Project Tianlai.
Now, Zhou Xiao has taken care of both of these matters for him—
The currency war was aborted in its infancy, and the Sugimoto Corporation was uprooted.
The list of Heavenly Voices was successfully obtained, and incidentally, the Japanese general Yoshinori Shirakawa was sent to his death.
Every item exceeded the target, and every task was successfully completed.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the two cut to the chase and got straight to the point.
Zhou Xiao took out a document from his pocket and handed it to Zheng Yaoxian with both hands: "Sixth Brother, this is the personnel list for the 'Heavenly Sound Project'."
This directory is over twenty pages long, densely packed with information on Special Higher Police agents planted in non-enemy-occupied areas—names, aliases, contact information, hiding places, superiors, activity patterns... nothing is too small, everything is included.
With this net alone, we can find all the enemy agents scattered in the rear and cut off the Japanese devils' poisonous hands reaching into the rear of the anti-Japanese war.
"There's also a roll of film, with each page of the directory photographed as a miniature image, so you can bring it back to the mountain town safely and discreetly."
Zheng Yaoxian took the list, flipping through it page by page, raising an eyebrow slightly: "This shouldn't be the original? Did you write it down on the spot and then transcribe it from memory?"
Zhou Xiao shook his head: "I didn't dare touch the original—I was afraid of alerting them."
"The entire list was memorized by me. After returning, I relied on my subordinates to copy it in sections and check it repeatedly before it was compiled into a book."
"Don't worry, Sixth Brother, not a single name was missed, and not a single code name was correct. Losing one person could mean another life hanging by a thread."
His tone was firm.
This isn't boasting; it's confidence built on risking one's life.
If a hidden agent escapes, he can paralyze an entire street by throwing a packet of cholera powder into a well; if he infiltrates an epidemic prevention station or military hospital, the consequences would be even more unimaginable.
Even the most sophisticated camera has the risk of jamming, overexposure, or loss, but his memory can withstand repeated review and analysis, as solid as a rock.
Zheng Yaoxian looked up at Zhou Xiao, a smile playing on his lips: "What a brilliant mind! Truly, the younger generation surpasses the older."
"This time, you intercepted 'Operation Celestial,' which is equivalent to cutting off the channel through which the Japanese were spreading cholera to the rear—how many soldiers and civilians were saved from falling ill, and how many defense lines were preserved? This achievement not only turned the tide of the war, but also gave the whole of China and even the world a chance to survive."
That's absolutely true.
If the Tianlai Plan succeeds, cholera will sweep across the southwest and northwest within months. Soldiers on the front lines will suffer from diarrhea to the point of being unable to stand, laborers will be unable to transport ammunition, and doctors will be unable to care for the wounded... The most critical stalemate phase of the War of Resistance will truly be torn open with a bloody wound.
Once the non-occupied areas are lost, the Japanese invaders will advance unimpeded, and the country will be overthrown in an instant.
And this is just the beginning.
The virus won't stop at national borders—it will drift to Southeast Asia on merchant ships, cross the Pacific Ocean on flights, and spread rapidly through healthcare systems crumbled by war. At that time, let alone effective drugs, even clean gauze and disinfectant alcohol will be rare commodities.
Control? Easier said than done.
To stop it is to stop a global tsunami of death—the death toll is far more than a million or tens of millions, but very likely in the tens of millions, or even more.
Saving one person is an act of kindness; saving one city is a heroic act; saving one country is a great undertaking; but Zhou Xiao's blow shattered the cholera noose hanging over the world—he saved more than hundreds of millions of people.
The magnitude of his achievements is beyond question. His place in history is simply a natural consequence.
Zhou Xiao simply smiled faintly: "I won't leave my name behind. I only hope to live to see the day of victory and witness the Japanese bowing their heads and signing the agreement."
Infiltration is never a stage for heroes, but a solo dance on the edge of a knife.
One wrong step and you're doomed; one wrong word and you're on the spot. Skill is essential, but luck is even more crucial.
Zheng Yaoxian nodded, casually took out a cigarette case, shook out a cigarette and lit it: "In this line of work, you have to keep your true feelings to yourself and always wear a different face on your face—if you show the slightest flaw, you'll lose everything."
"What's even harder to endure is that you're surrounded by enemies. Today you're brothers, tomorrow you might be pulling a gun at each other. There are no true friends, you can't have genuine feelings, and you have to carefully time even taking a breath."
"Those who can grit their teeth and persevere do not rely on being brave, but on having a resilient heart and a calm mind."
He was "Kite," an undercover agent in the Kuomintang's Military Intelligence Bureau for many years, who was well aware of the hardships and dangers within the organization.
Those days were like spending winter soaking in ice water—except for Cheng Zhen'er.
She was an intelligence agent for the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS), an underground party member personally recruited by Lu Hanqing, and the only person in the world who knew Zheng Yaoxian's true identity.
"Zhou Xiao, I've met quite a few agents, but there aren't many like you who are quick-witted, courageous, and steady in their work."
"You deserve the most credit for dismantling the Sugi Agency and seizing the Heavenly Music Register. I will immediately report this to Boss Dai and Director Wei, and I will ensure that every penny is credited to them."
Zhou Xiao waved his hand: "Sixth Brother, you handle it."
"Even if I were awarded the rank of major general and the Order of the Blue Sky and White Sun while I was in the enemy camp, I could only feel his shadow through the telegram. The medals wouldn't be in my hands, and the official seal wouldn't be in my heart. Returning alive would be the real reward."
Yes, what the infiltrators protect is not medals and titles, but the peace and quiet that allows others to eat, sleep, and grow up in peace every day.
They lock fame and fortune away in secret, and keep their lives and deaths at their waists—such people deserve to be remembered and respected.
Zheng Yaoxian patted him hard on the shoulder: "Zhou Xiao, I believe you will see the day when the surrender edict is posted on the streets of Chongqing."
"Your skills are now on par with mine. In terms of resourcefulness, ruthlessness, and endurance, you excel in everything. Just wait, when the smoke clears, your upright spine will surely be on the medal-awarding platform."
To live—that was Zhou Xiao's simplest, yet most difficult, obsession at this moment.
They must both eliminate traitors and remain hidden; they must both draw their swords and remain inconspicuous; they must both win and survive to the end.
When he first graduated from military academy, the difference between him and Zheng Yaoxian was in their experience and skill level—to be a secret agent, you have to suffer a few setbacks and stay up all night in cold sweat; otherwise, your skills will always remain superficial.
But ever since he joined the Special Higher Police, he has been like a piece of iron thrown into a raging fire, being tempered into steel through repeated disguises, tests, and maneuvers.
Time has not been wasted, the blade has not been dulled, and the person has truly grown up.
With the added support of the system, Zhou Xiao's overall combat strength has now quietly surpassed Zheng Yaoxian's by half a point.
This is not surprising.