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Two men in black pushed open the gate of Houde Middle School, and more than a dozen cars came out in a file. The first were two cars, followed by trucks. Bilingual sign.

When the last car pulled out, the man in black who opened the door closed the door smoothly. A run-up nimbly jumped onto the pedal, looking around vigilantly. The cold wind lifted their clothes, and the shiny black pistol appeared and disappeared.

Such a big movement immediately attracted the attention of the nearby residents. Everyone was dumbfounded and wondered why there were so many people in the school.

Without waiting for anyone to call the police, the convoy began to speed up a little towards the west, and soon disappeared on the street, leaving only infinite reverie for curious people.

After a few minutes.

A head quietly popped out of the back wall of Houde Middle School, which was supposed to be empty. After looking to the left and right to make sure there was no one there, the person leaned on the wall with his right hand and turned to the outside, sneaking into the alley.

In the distance, a beggar in ragged clothes and a broken bowl leaned against the corner of the wall to watch this scene silently. His originally stooped body bent a little more, and then he raised his feet and followed him in a calm manner.

Hase Ryosuke, who was watching the scenery outside the window, didn't know what happened here. Due to his occupation, he rarely left Hongkou unless necessary, so naturally he didn't have the opportunity to enjoy the scenery of Shanghai.

Although it is winter now, as the convoy gradually approaches the suburbs, looking at the old trees with withered vines from a distance also has a unique beauty of decay, which is especially in line with the Japanese aesthetic point of view.

While he was watching leisurely, Kusumoto Shilong who was next to him suddenly said, "Mr. Hase, I have been working in North China, and I have never had any contact with people in Central China.

I heard that the Imperial Army has completely controlled the area around Jinling and started to eliminate the saboteurs in the city. Could you please tell us more about the situation. "

What Kusumoto Shilong said was very cryptic. The so-called suppression of saboteurs means massacres. This kind of thing is very common in the Japanese army.

Ryosuke Hase was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, subconsciously glanced at the driver in the front row, thought about getting close to the other's ear, and replied in a low voice.

"According to the information I have, this is indeed the case. When attacking Jinling, the frantically advancing combat troops left the supply troops behind.

Since the imperial army did not have the logistical preparations for deep inland operations, the army faced serious problems of interruption of food supply, and the morale of the army immediately became unstable.

Commander Matsui of the Central China Front Army, who commanded the Shanghai Expedition Army and the 10th Army, issued an order to collect grain and grass on the spot. My friends at the headquarters told me that the villages in southern Jiangsu were empty. "

"idiot!"

When Shilong Kusumoto heard this curse, he was not opposed to the massacre, but that before the national government was completely wiped out, he should use gentle means to confuse and win over the unsteady Chinese.

Openly targeting civilians like this, once known to the outside world, will trigger a huge wave of public opinion, and it will have no effect except to stimulate the enemy's patriotic enthusiasm and determination to resist.

General Doihara once said that to deal with the Chinese, the method of boiling frogs in warm water is to slowly annex this country with minimal losses.

It's a pity that those high-level people only think about military achievements and wealth, and they are completely unaware of the population and resource gap between China and Japan.

If the fight continues like this, before the Chinese are defeated, the empire will not be able to hold on, such as the exhaustion of military resources, such as the collapse of the economy.

Hase Ryosuke seemed to know what he was thinking, sighed, and commented on the actions of the Central China Front Army very bluntly.

"Master Kusumoto, is this how your army behaves? My people have contacted many officials of the Republic of China who are willing to cooperate. The other party is willing to cooperate with the empire and impeach someone.

As a result, as soon as this incident happened, they all cut off contact due to pressure. What a pity, so much preliminary work was all wasted.

Commander Matsui also asked the Shanghai Expeditionary Army and the 10th Army to sweep up the defeated soldiers in their respective garrison areas, collect hidden weapons, and allow free shooting.

The city of Jinling is full of murderous and arsonous imperial soldiers, and the military discipline has disappeared. Two officers from the Nakajima Troop of the No. 16 Division even met in a murderous competition under the encouragement of the chief.

At this moment, countless Chinese people are being shot~killed, buried~alive, and massacred~killed. It may be very difficult for us to find a partner in the future, which is really annoying. "

As he spoke, Hase Ryosuke's chest was filled with anger, which surprised him. He was afraid of attracting Kusumoto Mitaka's attention, so he quickly ended the conversation.

At the same time, he fell into deep self-doubt. He and the Chinese were just using each other to cooperate. Why did he get angry after knowing about the massacre?

After thinking about it, Hase Ryosuke felt that it might be because the two parties had been together for a long time, and when he thought about the problem, he unknowingly stood on the Chinese side.

This is a good thing,

Or is it bad?
He doesn't know, but his education and what he's seen and heard all these years tell him that people can't, or at least shouldn't, do that kind of thing.

Maybe I can provide some information to the Chinese, which has nothing to do with money transactions, but just out of a person's basic conscience and morality.

After figuring this out, Hase Ryosuke suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, no longer held back his momentum, and stared at Kusumoto Mitaka with piercing eyes, wanting to hear the other party's explanation.

"cough……"

Mitaka Kusumoto didn't know how to answer, coughed twice in embarrassment, turned his head to the other side, and scolded Matsui bloody in his heart.

While the two were silent, the convoy arrived at the checkpoint of the public concession. The driver rolled down the window and greeted the British military officer who was leading the convoy, and the other party ordered his men to let them go.

"Yaoxi, Mr. Zhang Gu is indeed very powerful."

Yamamoto in the second car nodded repeatedly and sighed. At first, he was worried about what would happen if the British inspected it, but he had to know that the printed counterfeit banknotes were already on the truck.

Although the goods were placed on it to cover it up, it was still found after a serious search. Unexpectedly, the other party didn't even ask. This shows that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has a deep network in Shanghai.

While relaxing, he smiled and asked the tall and ugly foreign ministry agent: "A convoy of this size can be exempted from inspection. Are you familiar with the British?"

Yamamoto squinted his eyes, looking very curious, but there was some other meaning behind what he said, and he didn't know what the hell he was thinking.

"Yes, Mr. Yamamoto."

The special agent of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs scratched his head and replied in a low voice: "The main job of the intelligence department of the consulate is to collect intelligence in all aspects. The British have great influence in the Republic of China. The empire must maintain a good relationship with them."

"So that's the case. Thank you for your explanation. Your accent is from Nara, so we can be regarded as half of our fellow countrymen."

Yamamoto nodded slightly, changed the subject and spoke enthusiastically in Osaka dialect.

A smile appeared on the ugly face of the foreign ministry agent, and he nodded respectfully and politely.

"Hayi, I'm from Nara. I have been working in the Republic of China for three years. You are from Osaka Prefecture. It's a great honor."

Nara Prefecture borders Mie Prefecture to the east, Osaka Prefecture to the west, Wakayama to the south, and Kyoto to the north. It would be appropriate to say that the two are half of the same hometown.

"Haha, in our job, it's rare to meet a new fellow from my hometown. In the future, we should contact you and me more often."

Yamamoto pointed to himself, then to the other party, and then seemed to recall: "I have been to Nara many times, it is a beautiful city.

Every year in December of the Western calendar, the local Kasuga Taisha Shrine will hold the Kasuga Wakamiya Festival to pray for a good harvest, and the Kagura and dance performances are wonderful.

In March and April, the cherry blossoms in the shrine are the first to bloom, and the scenery makes people linger and forget to return. When we defeat the Chinese in the future, how about we go to watch the cherry blossoms together? "

Facing his kindness, the special agent of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs had a strange expression, hesitated for a while, and said to the other party bravely.

"His Excellency Yamamoto, your memory is wrong. The large weeping cherry blossoms outside the main hall of Himuro Shrine are the earliest cherry blossoms in the urban area, so they have the reputation of Nara Ichibanzakura.

If there is a chance, Beizhi will definitely accompany you to enjoy the cherry blossoms. There are many water lilies in the pool there, and the summer heat is also unique. "

"Oh."

Yamamoto slapped his head and apologized without sincerity: "I'm so rude, it's been many years since I went to Nara last time..."

At this time, the car happened to drive to a section of the dirt road out of the city. There were no people, pedestrians, and vehicles in the front, back, left, and right, and it looked extremely desolate.

Before Yamamoto finished speaking, the originally respectful special agent of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs kicked his feet and rushed to the side, covered Yamamoto's mouth with one hand, and stabbed the gleaming dagger into his lower abdomen with the other.

At the same time, the co-pilot in the front row also turned around and firmly grasped Yamamoto's hands. The two cooperated tacitly, and it took less than two seconds to control the intelligence elite of the Japanese Navy Command.

One, two, three...

The spy of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs showed no expression on his face, repeating the stabbing action over and over again, his eyes were full of murderous aura, and matched with that terrifying face, there was a kind of indescribable ferocity.

The sharp blade instantly poked several large holes in Yamamoto's internal organs, and the stinky blood gushed out from the wound, and the roof, seats, glass, and floor of the car were all red.

Yamamoto, who had already breathed in but not vented out, couldn't understand how the people from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs dared to do something to him and killed him, and what benefits could the other party get.

In a daze, he heard the half-townsman say something in Chinese, and a bold guess flashed through his mind.

Ryosuke Hase, the deputy director of the Intelligence Department of the Imperial Consulate in Shanghai, and the future head of the agency, turned out to be a Chinese mole.

He thought of the day Ji Yunqing's mansion was burned, and the question he was thinking about, could the empire really occupy this country.

He finally knew the answer today, the price is life, Yamamoto muttered to himself, sweeping Daisinai, and then his eyes went dark, and he lost his breath completely.

Not only the second car, but also in the truck behind, the staff of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs who were laughing and laughing a second ago all killed the "compatriots" beside them. For a while, the Japanese army and navy agents suffered heavy casualties.

Some drivers didn't see who moved their hands until they died. They just felt a sharp pain in their head and went to the west. The truck that lost control stopped crookedly on the road.

In the first car, Kusumoto Shilong saw the commotion in the convoy through the rearview mirror, and quickly turned his head to see what happened, and at the same time touched the gun on his waist.

But as soon as he touched the gun, a machete slashed hard on his wrist, and the severed hand fell to the floor with a thud. Blood was bubbling non-stop, and the severe pain almost made him faint.

But after all, it was an old spy for many years. He gritted his teeth and stretched out his other hand to the door handle, trying to jump out of the car and escape, and spread the news of Hase Ryosuke's treason.

In fact, when he saw the convoy accident, Kusumoto Shilong knew that the other party could not be trusted. He and Yamamoto's subordinates had undergone strict scrutiny, and they could not be traitors.

The only people who may have problems are the people from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. As the deputy minister of intelligence, Hase Ryosuke must also be involved.

idiot!

Damn non-nationals!

Such a high-level intelligence officer betrayed the empire, and the losses caused would be unimaginable. I must not die here, I must escape.

But as soon as Shilong Kusumoto's butt left the seat, the car suddenly braked and knocked him into the front row, interrupting his opening the door.

Seeing this, Hase Ryosuke immediately snatched the pistol and threw it to the co-pilot, then pulled a steel rope around his neck and tightened it tightly.

"Ho~ho~"

Kusumoto Shilong grasped the steel cable in vain, kicked the floor and the seat desperately with both feet, rolled his eyes upwards, and shouted with all his strength.

"Don't... be proud, someone will..."

"What nonsense, do you think I don't know that you have kept someone in Houde Middle School?"

The driver in the front row took off his hat, turned his head and asked sternly, with a hint of sarcasm on his face, it was Zuo Zhong who had disguised his face.

As he spoke, he slowly took out a PPK equipped with a silencer, pointed at Kusumoto Shilong's forehead and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Not only did the villains die because of talking too much, but so did the decent ones. A Japanese spy agent was killed as soon as he was killed. Would it be possible to give the other party a chance to turn the tables or leave evidence?

Don't forget, the Chinese world is now the territory of the Japanese. If you encounter a patrol team, it will be troublesome. It's better to kill them early to prevent accidents.

Shilong Kusumoto, the chief culprit who single-handedly promoted the establishment of the puppet government in North China, just died quietly in a car in the suburbs of Shanghai, his eyes staring wide open.

Zuo Zhong sneered, opened the door and got out of the car and blew the whistle, signaling the action personnel to hurry up and clean up the scene, and destroy the raw materials and printing machines related to counterfeit banknotes as planned.

Then he looked at Ryosuke Hase, who was panting heavily, and patted him on the shoulder: "Nobita, there is no problem with the time witness, do you need me to send someone to help?"

"No problem, that woman is still sleeping in the hotel. I enter the room from the fire escape, and the front desk won't find out." Hase Ryosuke looked at his watch and replied affirmatively.

"Okay, hurry up and go back to the consulate, and leave the rest to us."

"Well, I'll go first."

"be careful."

Zuo Zhong sent Ryosuke Hase away in a low voice, and walked quickly to a truck, looked at Saburo Shinoda, the counterfeit banknote expert squatting on the ground trembling, and rubbed his chin.

The Japanese yen counterfeit factory he let Lao Gu build in Shancheng is not going very well. Now that he has this guy, he should be able to copy qualified Japanese yen.

It is also indecent to come and go, since the devils make legal currency, they make yen, and whoever can succeed depends on their own abilities.

Zuo Zhong waved his hand and asked the little spy to take this person away. This is the biggest gain of this operation. With the other party, the Secret Service can print real "counterfeit money."

When the time came for the instigators, who would be able to stand up to a box of Japanese yen? He watched his men clean up the scene and thought a lot.

Not long after, all the corpses at the scene were checked, fingerprints and other evidence were also cleaned up, leaving no clues for tracing.

The ugly spy of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs took off the disguise on his face, revealing Gui Youguang's very representative "rough" face, and walked over to hand over two things.

"Report, the printing machine has been installed with a timed blasting device, and the finished product has also been sprinkled with gasoline. This is the engraving and legal currency code book found."

"good."

Zuo Zhong casually flipped through and threw it back, not paying attention to it.

As long as the Japanese want to do this, they can get it at any time. Their actions today are at most delaying the opponent's plan.

With his hips on his hips, he glanced at the fuel-drenched convoy, and was silent for a few seconds before someone brought a wad of counterfeit banknotes, ignited them with a lighter, and threw them at the car.

The flames ignited with a bang, and the counterfeit banknotes were quickly reduced to ashes, and amidst the howling wind, they circled and flew towards the northwest air.

Zuo Zhong raised his head, as if he saw the compatriots in Jinling City who were ravaged by the Japanese invaders, as if he saw the streets and alleys strewn with corpses, as if he saw the river water stained red with blood.

Killing these dozens of Japanese spies today is just collecting interest, and one day the Japanese will pay the due price for their actions.

After silently swearing in his heart, he suddenly turned and walked into the distance, followed by Gui Youguang and a group of small spies and quickly left the scene.

When the backs of the people faded away, several huge explosions sounded, and the flames blasted the expensive printing machine into pieces, shaking half of Shanghai.