mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1047 Sone Hidetatsu You Won’t Die Well
"Movies?" The man was speechless: "How about we go watch it too?"

"..." Sone Hidetatsu cursed the staff secretly: "If I can go, wouldn't it be better if we just bombed the cinema? Besides, where would we have the time and money to go to the movies?"

"Hey, who says it's not true? Our salary in the Anti-Zhao Society is too low. If I don't escape in time when the explosion happens, all my wealth will be turned into dust, because it's all on me." The man sighed: "By the way, what's your code name?"

"Hidetatsu Sone."

The man understood.

In the 1970s, the famous Japanese spy Sone Toshitora went to China and compiled "Records of Modern Chinese Chaos" and "Maps of Chinese Artillery Forts" and made great contributions.

Later, Sone Toshitora was appointed as a navy captain, and his superior, Navy Minister Kawamura Junyoshi, trusted him very much.

Obviously, Sone Hidetatsu's code name was derived from this.

Sone Hidetatsu asked: "What's your code name?"

"Oh, my code name is Kawamura Mudao."

It was derived from the then Navy Minister Kawamura Junyoshi.

"..." Sone Hidetatsu gnashed his teeth and said, "You mean, you have to suppress me? Navy Minister Kawamura Junyoshi, he is Junyoshi, and you are unjust?"

Kawamura Wudao hurriedly said: "Listen to me, don't get excited, they are all false reputations, we can't be burdened by false reputations."

"Well, then you can change your code name to Sone Ryuichiro."

"Baga! How can this be? I think you are provoking me!"

"?"

"Forget it, I won't bother with you. The next stop is Lugang Town, I want to get off the train to investigate."

"You'd better not leave the station. Lugang Town is very good at catching spies."

"I know, I know."

Before the train arrived at the station, Kawamura Mudao looked in the mirror and shaved his beard. He trimmed his eyebrows into thin, curved ones with drooping tips. With his fair face, thin nose and tall stature, he looked like a typical Manchu.

But when he was trimming his eyebrows, the train shook, his hand shook with it, the knife went crooked, and a section of his left eyebrow was cut off...

"idiot!"

Helpless, the train is about to arrive, so this is all I can do.

He put on a double-breasted fur coat and a melon-shaped hat, thought for a moment, and then put a mirror-faced box on his waist.

Then get off the bus with the passengers and leave the station.

"That idiot Sone Hidetatsu, what's the big deal about watching a movie? Just because the director's name is Zhao Chuanxin, who can refuse such a movie?"

When he left the station, he noticed several people in the station wearing a three-part work uniform.

Shell, lining, fur collar.

These people looked around, watching every passenger entering and leaving the station with sharp eyes.

When one of them passed by Kawamura Mudao, Kawamura Mudao's face immediately became solemn and serious.

He gave the man a thumbs up: "The clothes are really nice."

"Go, go, go to the side."

The Lugang Town intelligence team member wearing a parka met with Sun Yanguang: "We didn't find any suspicious people, but we did meet a fool with half an eyebrow."

The training they received was that most spies have ordinary looks and will not attract attention.

This man with half an eyebrow obviously does not fit this description and looks like a fool.

Sun Yanguang frowned and said, "I have a bad feeling. Go back and ask the team leader for instructions. Tell him that I am going to take people on the train for investigation."

Kawamura Mudao walked out of the station, tightened his collar to resist the cold wind, and muttered, "How rude! I praised his clothes. In this horrible weather, I should go to the cinema to watch a movie. Sone Hidetatsu will definitely admire my courage to go deep into the dragon's den and the tiger's lair!"

……

Zhao Hongzhi and his children came out of the movie still feeling unsatisfied.

Zhao Hongzhi patted his shirt pocket, but there was no sound.

He sighed: "My mind tells me that I want to watch "Sakhalin Journey" again, but the little money left in my pocket does not allow it."

Then he looked at DeFou.

Defu held his pocket tightly and said, "Why are you looking at me? My family is no longer a landlord, how can we have surplus food?"

Zhao Hongzhi was furious: "Defu, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but we are brothers. Your stingy face is really disgusting."

"Haha." De Fu sneered: "First, pay me back the two dimes you owe me before we talk about anything else."

At this time, Zhao Zhongyi and others came out of the cinema.

"Dad, give me some money. I want to watch it again."

"What are you looking at? Many children can't even watch it once, and you want to watch it twice?"

Zhao Zhongyi is usually a serious person, and not only his subordinates but even his own son dare not act rashly.

Zhao Hongzhi shrank his neck.

Zhao Zhongyi raised his children neither in wealth nor in poverty, depending on the circumstances.

For example, when it comes to food, they must choose the best, and people who practice martial arts pay attention to their diet.

There are many books in the house, including some rare classics purchased at high prices, and Zhao Zhongyi is not stingy with them.

But Zhao Hongzhi's clothing, expenses and daily pocket money are not as generous as Defu's, and are just at the level of an ordinary family in Lugang Town.

As soon as Zhao Zhongyi left, Zhao Hongzhi turned his gaze to Yao Bing.

Yao Bing smoothed out the wrinkles on his newly bought down jacket, and looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back.

Oh, you want to borrow money?

Well then, go ahead and speak up.

Zhao Hongzhi held his breath but didn't open his mouth.

Benjamin Goldberg had already bought the tickets and was back with Yao Bing, queuing up again.

De Fu said, "Go back to your mother, she will definitely give you money. I, I will go in first."

He couldn't resist the temptation of the action movie, so he queued up for security check to enter the cinema, leaving Zhao Hongzhi disheveled in the wind.

Zhao Hongzhi said sadly: "Human nature is fickle, the world is fickle, and even a penny can make a hero fail."

He could neither enter the cinema nor go back to ask for money, so he just wandered around the entrance of the cinema.

There were patrol police doing security checks and searches at the entrance of the cinema, one man and one woman.

"Hey, why are you carrying a knife to the movies?"

"If you go out, you're afraid of being stabbed. If you stay at home, you're afraid of being robbed. Who dares to go out without a knife?"

"Bullshit! What era are you talking about? Who dares to rob in Lugang Town at this time? I think you have ulterior motives!"

"I misunderstood. Please keep it for me first and come back to get it when I come out."

Zhao Hongzhi didn't take it seriously.

But there was one person who was in trouble, and that was Kawamura Mumichi who was standing outside the cinema.

Kawamura Wudao subconsciously touched the mirror box on his waist, hesitating on the side of the road.

Zhao Hongzhi looked around, his eyes lit up, and he walked straight towards Kawamura Wudao: "Hey, sir, do you have a gun license? Don't say you don't have a gun. I can tell from the outline that you have a mirrored box under your clothes."

Originally, Zhao Hongzhi did not know that people with guns in Lugang Town needed to have a gun license.

Later I learned about it from Li Anyang.

Kawamura Mudao's heart skipped a beat: What is a gun license? Should I say I have one, or not?

It's all my fault. I touched it subconsciously and let the kid find out.

Zhao Hongzhi tilted his head and squinted his eyes, pointing at Kawamura Wudao: "Oh... your expression tells me that you don't have a gun license. Then you are in trouble. I will report you, and you won't say a word after I report you."

Kawamura Mudao's expression finally changed. He looked around and saw that there were so many people walking in front of the cinema that it would be extremely difficult to kill someone to silence them.

He lowered his voice and said, "Little brother, can you please spare me a moment to talk?"

Zhao Hongzhi howled at the top of his lungs: "What the hell? I borrowed a step, and now you're not going to return it to me?"

idiot.

Kawamura Wudao, feeling guilty in the cold weather, was sweating profusely after being howled. He said in a foreign accent: "Little brother, what do you want? Just tell me what you want. It's useless to shout. You're making a fool of yourself."

Zhao Hongzhi took a step forward and said slyly, "Okay, I've already lent you one step. I don't want you to pay me back. Just take apart the big hammer and trigger of your mirrored case and give them to me, and we'll settle the account."

"Give it, I'll give it."

Zhao Hongzhi looked around and saw that there were people coming and going around, so it was not appropriate to dismantle the gun in public.

He said, "Well, can I have a word with you?"

Kawamura Wudao's neck stiffened: "Then why don't you return it after borrowing it?"

"Why don't you ask what kind of person Zhao is?" Zhao Hongzhi puffed out his chest and patted his chest: "Even if Zhao borrowed money from a good brother, he would never pay it back. You and I don't even know each other, how can I pay you back?"

idiot!

The two men sneaked to the corner of the cinema, shielding others' sight with their backs, and each took out a mirrored box from their waist.

Kawamura Mudao took a look and understood: "So your gun is missing a hammer and a trigger!"

Zhao Hongzhi's heart surged, and he quickly put away the gun: "Stop talking nonsense, take it down quickly."

Kawamura Mudao disassembled the gun and handed the hammer and trigger to Zhao Hongzhi.

Zhao Hongzhi took the item and said, "Do you want to borrow it again? I am still short of ten cents to buy a movie ticket."

"..."

Kawamura Mudao suddenly thought of something: "How did you get in with a gun?"

Zhao Hongzhi skillfully installed the hammer and trigger while saying, "I call the ticket inspectors at the door Uncle and Aunt. They were originally mounted police officers from the public security station. They watched me grow up. Why would they check me?"

"Little brother, I also want to go in and watch "Sakhalin Bitter Journey". Why don't you help me carry the gun and let's go in together?" Zhao Hongzhi was delighted: "Okay, you'd better buy the next show as well. I think I can watch it again."

Kawamura Wudao gritted his teeth in pain and said, "It's a deal."

Zhao Hongzhi slipped in smoothly with a gun in his pocket. The female patrol officer who searched him at the door even stuffed a piece of candy into his hand.

Zhao Hongzhi came to the screening room with a haughty look on his face, found Defu and the others, and sat down next to them: "Hmph, let me tell you this, Defu, money is like floating clouds to me, and it's just a breeze to get it."

Kawamura Mudao next to him: "..."

Don’t you have any idea how you got the money by extortion?
De Fu was surprised: "In Lugang Town, there are actually people who are willing to lend you money? Tell me quickly, who is so forgetful, so I can try my luck."

Kawamura Wudao was furious in his heart: You little bastard, don't even think about getting any more from me for the rubbish that Zhao She gave you!
Zhao Hongzhi waved his hand and said, "Don't say such harsh words. Don't forget that the New Year is coming soon. When the time comes, you will get the red envelopes. You don't even need to kowtow. Zhao will settle the account."

"Ah... tui!" Defu said disdainfully: "Uncle's red envelopes are all one dollar and ten copper coins, which together are not enough to cover the money you borrowed this year."

"..." Zhao Hongzhi silently calculated in his mind, and it was true, but he said stubbornly: "Who has only one relative? There are plenty of red envelopes."

"You must be kidding. Your father never allows you to accept New Year's money from others."

Because Zhao Chuanxin started the habit of giving red envelopes to snotty kids during the Chinese New Year when everyone was very poor, Zhao Zhongyi agreed to let Zhao Hongzhi accept Zhao Chuanxin's New Year's money.

For many years, Zhao Zhongyi thought that the red envelope only contained ten copper coins, but he didn't know that a whole dollar was secretly taken away...

Jiang Mingxin scolded: "Shut up, you two. Do you want to watch the movie or not? You are so shameless. Don't you see that everyone is staring at you?"

The two of them shut up.

As the movie came to an end, the guitar music of "Sunflower" sounded, and Kawamura Mudao was still not satisfied: "It's really interesting, that little Japanese is really hateful."

This is the charm of the movie, this is the ideological output.

Before the lights came back on, Zhao Hongzhi pushed Kawamura Mudao hard.

The two exchanged glances and left the scene one after another.

When they reached the corridor, Zhao Hongzhi said with a grin, "You're right. That little Japanese is really abominable. I'll kill him if I see him."

At this moment, Kawamura Mudao was shocked: Baka, am I not a devil too?

He could only tell himself silently: I am a good devil.

But would the Japs carry a mirror box with them and want to blow up a carriage?
Kawamura Mudao was confused.

While thinking, Zhao Hongzhi took him to a place where he was hiding from others: "Quick, take the gun away, let's part ways in peace, my brothers and my future wife will come out later."

He hurriedly took out his gun and handed it to Kawamura Wudao, and then he heard Jiang Mingxin shouting: "Zhao Hongzhi, why are you running? Stop right there!"

Zhao Hongzhi pushed Kawamura Wudao and turned around with a smile: "I'm not running away. I'm not in a hurry to buy tickets for the next movie."

Jiang Mingxin said: "I don't want to watch it, but Anyang insisted on watching it again."

When they went back in, the lights in the screening room dimmed. Zhao Hongzhi subconsciously touched the mirror box at his waist and suddenly widened his eyes: "I'm Chao!"

"What's wrong?" De Fu asked curiously when he saw him startled.

Zhao Hongzhi felt it carefully and found no hammer or trigger, but there was a flat receiver in the mirror box, which was full of bullets.

Damn, wrong gun!

Zhao Hongzhi was in tears.

After Kawamura Mudao left, he touched the gun and found a hammer and a trigger. He was immediately overjoyed: the little thief had planned everything, but in the end he took the wrong gun.

Now he had a complete gun in his hand, and he put it on his waist without even looking at it.

……

Except for Jin Wuzhi of the Backwater Army and Neng Chengwen and Boyarkov of the Peacekeeping Bureau, the rest of the people like Hu Er, Li Tonglong, Liu Huaqiang, Dadong and others had to take the South Manchuria Railway double track to merge into the main line and then go their separate ways.

Lugang Town sent an insurance team to escort them all the way to the car.

There is naturally nothing wrong with this journey.

Naturally, the group rode in the first-class compartment at the rear of the car, where there was no choking smoke and steam.

Liu Baogui was on the platform, wearing a long gray-green cotton coat on the outside and a suit and leather shoes on the inside. He had a cigar in his mouth, his left hand in his pocket, and waved to the train with his right hand: "Goodbye, everyone. Have a safe trip."

Next to him were the bowing and nodding Japanese staff, and behind him were the fully armed and muscular members of the insurance team.

It's so precious and cool.

However, as the train moved forward, he tripped over a wooden plank and almost fell, which seriously damaged his image.

Liu Baogui was furious and punched and kicked the Japanese man next to him: "What the hell are you? Are you blind? You watched me step on you?"

The Japanese man was beaten black and blue, with snot and tears streaming down his face. He almost knelt down and kowtowed: "Smith Masai, Smith Masai..."

People on the train: “…”

Liu Baogui was so tired that he sighed to the sky: "Hey, just a little bit, just a little bit to end it perfectly. Damn it, it's all your fault, you devils who would never mind dying a thousand times..."

"Smith Maasai, Smith Maasai..."

Sun Yanguang burst into laughter on the train.

After laughing, he ordered the intelligence personnel accompanying him to disperse to various carriages.

The dead flight attendant was a Japanese insider of the Lugang Town Intelligence Group, who tipped them off.

The man's death was suspicious, and it coincided with the time when Lugang Town was holding a meeting to crack down on the issue, so Naoko and Yuka took it very seriously.

Sun Yanguang felt palpitations while patrolling the station. That was the sixth sense he had honed on the front lines, so he decided to get on the train.

He went to the first-class carriage, leaned against the side of the carriage to smoke, and looked at everyone in the carriage with his sharp eyes.

But he didn't see anything suspicious.

In the cargo compartment, Sone Hidetsuyu asked Kawamura Mudao: "Where did you go before?"

Kawamura Wudao was extremely proud: "I went to Lugang Town to watch a movie and came back unscathed."

"What?" Sone Hidetatsu was shocked: "You idiot, you will ruin our plan to fight against Zhao Society."

"Haha, you don't understand this kind of Bushido spirit. Only those who are not afraid of death are worthy of being heroes."

"Hero, now please take your gun and push the dining cart to the first-class compartment to detonate the bomb."

Kawamura Wudao hesitated for a moment: "I have time to escape, right?"

"Of course, the bomb had a fuse. It could only blow up the last carriage at most."

"Well."

Kawamura Mudao was ready. He took a deep breath and pushed the food cart forward.

When he reached the second-to-last carriage, a passenger wearing a parka who was sitting at the very end suddenly stopped him and said, "Wait, lift the cloth and let me see."

Kawamura Mudao didn't care. He lifted the cloth and saw that it was full of rice.

Open the other side and you will find smoked whale tenderloin.

Lift it again, it’s still a dish.

"Let's go."

Kawamura Mudao smiled and pushed the cart to the last first-class compartment.

As soon as he entered, he was spotted by Sun Yanguang.

However, Kawamura Mudao did not reveal any flaws and pushed the cart forward.

When he was about to reach the seats of Liu Huaqiang and others, Sun Yanguang suddenly remembered that someone had reported to him at the station that they had seen a fool with half an eyebrow.

"stop!"

Kawamura Mudao not only did not stop, but instead quickened his pace.

Sun Yanguang was shocked.

He is a trainee and will never remain indifferent to abnormalities due to misunderstandings or embarrassment.

He sprinted straight ahead and ran away.

At the same time, he shouted, "General Manager Hu, be careful!"

Among those people, Dadong was from the Arbitration Group, and Hu Er was the chief officer of the Lugang Town Patrol Bureau, both of them were considered military men.

Sun Yanguang was closer to Hu Er, the grassland man, so he reminded him instinctively.

Kawamura Mumichi didn't know how he was exposed.

But now that it has come to this, it doesn’t matter anymore.

He immediately took out the mirror box and pointed it at Hu Er, preparing to kill the bearded man first and then light the fuse.

only……

pat.

The hammer missed.

Kawamura Mudao: “?”

pat.

Kawamura Mudao: “…”

Baka, that little thief misled me!

Hu Er and others didn't even know Sun Yanguang's identity, and were not on guard at all.

By the time they reacted, Kawamura Mudao had already pulled the trigger twice.

It’s a pity that there are no bullets in the gun. The one with bullets but no hammer and trigger is in Zhao Hongzhi’s hand.

Kawamura Mudao panicked and quickly lit the fuse.

laugh……

After lighting the fuse, Kawamura Mudao became even more panicked: Sone Hidetatsu, you will die a horrible death. It is true that there was a fuse, but why didn't you tell me that the fuse would burn so quickly?
(End of this chapter)