When Yoshishima Yuko returned to the Guangren Match Factory, the night was already deep, and the surroundings were oppressively quiet. She stood at the entrance, scanning the shadows with the vigilance of a hawk. Once she confirmed no one was following, she slipped inside.
The workshop was filled with the musty scent of age, mingled with the low hum of machinery. She deftly navigated the cluttered storage area until she reached a hidden corner, where a seemingly ordinary shelf stood piled with old cardboard boxes. She shoved it hard; the shelf slid silently aside to reveal a concealed entrance.
Stepping into the secret room, she flipped the switch, and a dim light illuminated the space. Maps and intelligence documents covered the walls. She hurried to the radio, pulled up a chair, and sat down. Her slender fingers spun the dials with practiced ease, tuning the frequency. After a burst of static, the radio finally connected with the Japanese intelligence agency.
Chapter 302