20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 225 Kidnapping
Fengtian, a subsidiary of Southern Railway.

Kasuga Town is located to the east of the train station. It has a quite spacious commercial street. It is said that the building complex was designed and planned based on Ginza. Many Japanese people live here.

On the streets, you can see Oriental shops, characters and era names everywhere.

Oriental women in kimonos, Chinese coachmen with pigtails, blond Western businessmen, mules, horses and bicycles shuttled between each other, forming a quite mixed and prosperous area here.

Early in the morning, Miura Kumasuke imitated the appearance of foreigners, eating eggs and drinking milk, hoping that his short stature would usher in a second growth.

After breakfast, he put on a crisp suit, put on hair wax, and came to the street refreshed.

His steps are quite brisk, and only when he meets someone he knows, he stops for a moment, bows, and shouts "Oh!"
It wasn't until he passed a grocery store that Miura Kumaosuke suddenly stopped and his brows immediately furrowed.

Under the street lamp in front of the shop, three men with unshaven beards and arrancar jackets were standing, each holding a cigarette in their hands, staring at him with a smile but not a smile.

"idiot!"

Miura Xiongsuke cursed in a low voice - this was already the third day, and these idiots came to trouble him every morning.

There was no reason, no purpose, it seemed like she just wanted to make fun of him.

Miura Kumasuke wanted to take a detour, but felt that this was against the "soul of Yamato". After hesitating for a moment, he finally decided to go through.

As expected, the three men immediately stepped forward and blocked his way, chattering something in their mouths. Judging by their gestures, they seemed to be asking for a match.

Xiao Dongyang is domineering, but he only dares to show his authority to the Chinese. Whenever he encounters a white-skinned person, he does not dare to make mistakes easily.

Miura Xiongsuke didn't want to pay attention, but Ivan and the others immediately started pushing, rummaging through their pockets, and yelling.

The two sides couldn't understand each other's language. The louder the noise, the louder the noise, and the intensity of the fight between them became more and more excessive.

As an employee of Nantetsu Co., Ltd.'s Investigation Headquarters, Miura Kumasuke had some power, but he was not from the military after all. After a few rounds of fighting, he gradually lost the battle.

However, when more and more spectators gathered on the street, the three men winked at each other as before, turned around, and hurriedly fled the scene, leaving everyone confused.

Even the street vendors can no longer stand such repeated harassment.

As soon as Maozi left, the proprietress of the grocery store stuck her head out and asked with concern in Japanese: "Miura-kun, are you okay?"

Miura Xiongsuke straightened his clothes and replied with some dissatisfaction: "It's nothing, those Russians have drunk their brains stupidly, and they have been causing trouble for me recently!"

"Miura-kun, otherwise, go call the police! I think those Russians are coming for you, so be sure to pay attention to your safety!"

"Yes, yes, you happen to have a relationship with the police station. Let them send more police around here, so that we traders can do business with peace of mind!"

The Oriental immigrants in the dependent area were familiar with each other and persuaded him to call the police.

Miura Xiongsuke nodded and reassured: "Don't worry, everyone. I will go to the police station to explain the situation tonight."

Even so, he still felt that there was something strange about this matter.

No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't remember when he had made trouble.

…………

The wind blows the stars, and the clouds hunt the moon.

In the Southern Railway Annex, the police station building was brightly lit, and two "black hats" stood guard at the door with guns.

There were faint footsteps in the dark alley not far from the building.

Jiang Xiaodao put on night clothes and stood close to the base of the wall. There were not many people accompanying him, only Zhao Guoyan and Han Xinyuan.

"Then the Japanese went in?" Jiang Xiaodao asked.

Zhao Guoyan was responsible for following, and immediately replied softly: "Go in, it will take almost an hour to talk now."

"How's the cover going?" Jiang Xiaodao asked again.

"I have been confused for a long time." This time it was Han Xinyuan's turn to reply, "Now, not only himself, but even his neighbors near and far think that he has made trouble."

"Very good!" Jiang Xiaodao grinned, "Are they ready at the Four Wind Gates?"

Zhao Guoyan nodded: "Don't worry, Brother Dao, everything is ready."

While talking, there was sudden movement from the police station building across the street.

The three of them held their breath and looked sideways, only to see the door open. Miura Kumaosuke walked out of the door accompanied by two "black hats", turned around, and bowed deeply to express his gratitude.

"Arigado! Arigado!"

Not far away, under the dim light, Miura Kumasuke thanked him repeatedly, then turned around, stood up the collar of his coat, rubbed his hands, and immediately walked down the steps.

The cold wind was blowing strongly in the first month of the year, and the streets were deserted. Although some izakayas had not yet closed, there were only a few customers coming and going.

After leaving the police station building, Miura Kumasuke's pace was obviously much faster.

Square-toed shoes made a crisp sound on the asphalt. Not long after walking, when he was about to turn into an alley, he saw two beggars at the corner of the street. They muttered "Qina" in disgust and quickly walked away.

Unexpectedly, after turning into the alley, within two steps, I saw another beggar in rags. I felt even more upset. I couldn't help but stepped forward and kicked him, and cursed: "Get away! This is not the place." This is where you beg! Get out!"

The beggar was kicked to the ground, but he was not anxious or annoyed. He just looked at Miura Kumaosuke with his eyes raised.

"What are you looking at? China pig! This is a subsidiary area, go back to your pig pen!"

After saying that, Miura Kumasuke suddenly raised his leg and wanted to kick it again; but unexpectedly, as soon as his right leg was lifted into the air, he saw the beggar suddenly clasp his waist, and then pulled out his hand, suddenly giving off a cold light.

Miura Xiongsuke's heart trembled, and he quickly tried to retract his legs, but due to inertia, he couldn't do it. His whole body shifted his center of gravity and leaned forward towards the beggar.

The beggar didn't dodge, he just received the kick with his chest, then hugged Miura's calf with his left arm, raised the dagger with his right arm, and stabbed Miura's thigh straight.

"crunch-"

There was a sound of tearing silk, followed by a "puff", the blade of the dagger immediately penetrated the flesh, and blood spurted out.

"Ugh!"

In the flash of lightning, Miura Kumasuke didn't feel any pain, but his heart became increasingly panicked.

Just as he was about to shout, there was the sound of "rustling" footsteps behind him. When he looked back, he saw the two beggars, carrying a sack, rushing towards them and covering their faces.

At the same time, deep in the alley, another figure suddenly rushed out. He rushed over in three or five steps, stepped forward and reached his waist, and delivered a flying kick - he didn't kick, but he fell down.

Xiao Dongfeng, who was holding a dagger, shook his head when he saw it, but said: "Xiao Xifeng, stop making trouble!"

Little Xifeng didn't care, he didn't feel embarrassed. He stood up, sat on the sack, held the plate in his hand, turned around, and started to say hello, beating and cursing: "Fuck you, little devil!"

While he was beating him, Xiao Beifeng loosened the sack and stood up to kick him: "Who are you scolding? You little Baga, scold me again! scold me again!"

Miura Xiongsuke could still "whimper" twice at first, but soon stopped making any movement.

Xiao Nanfeng shouted softly: "Hey, you two, don't move yet, wait until I tie the sack!"

Xiao Xifeng and Xiao Beifeng turned a deaf ear. Finally, Xiao Dongfeng stood up, pushed the two of them away, and scolded: "Brother Dao wants to live. If you beat me again, you will die!"

While talking, Jiang Xiaodao and others quickly arrived.

Xiao Beifeng then waved his hands, sniffed, put his hands on his hips, and said, "Brother Dao, you came at the right time! I asked Xiao Baga to take care of him. This is what happens when you go against us!"

"Well done!" Jiang Xiaodao smiled, "This is the enemy's territory, don't waste time, take him away quickly!"

"Brother Dao, where are you taking me?"

……

……

"Clang! Squeak—"

The door of the woodshed suddenly opened, and the bright morning light shone on the snow, making it difficult to open one's eyes.

A vague figure stood at the door of the room, holding a tray, a bowl of porridge, four meat buns and a plate of pickles.

The visitor walked slowly into the house, squatted down, and shouted softly: "Manager Dong? Manager Dong! Don't sleep! Look, the sun is shining on your butt. Hurry up and eat while it's hot!"

Dong Shaode opened his eyes drowsily, gradually adjusting to the light in front of him.

"Trumpet mouth?"

"If it's not me, who else could it be?" Trumpet Mouth smiled and helped Dong Shaode up, "Come on, eat quickly, I'll feed you, ah, open your mouth! Tsk, open your mouth, don't be embarrassed, let's eat quickly , Brother Dao has something to do with you after eating! Come on, do you want to eat the buns first or the porridge first? Let’s drink the porridge first, it’s hot!”

"No, wait a minute!"

Dong Shaode looked at today's cuisine. It was obviously richer than usual. He felt a thump in his heart and asked quickly: "Liao Zui, what does this mean? A meal without a head? Hey, how did you get out? Why are you okay?" What? Have you returned to Shunjiang Trail? Brother, Brother Qu, considering our past friendship, you have to say a few words for me!"

"Hey! Manager Dong, what are you talking about! What a meal! You hurry up and eat. After you finish eating, Brother Dao wants you to help with something!"

"What are you doing?" Dong Shaode didn't know why.

The trumpet-mouthed man shook his head: "I don't know what the specific errand is, my status is not enough! But I guess - guess - the only skill you have is that you can speak Japanese, maybe, Brother Dao I want you to help as a translator! Hey, Manager Dong, is it easy to learn Japanese? How long have you been learning? Can you translate anything? How do you say pickled vegetables? "

Dong Shaode didn't care about being bored at the moment, and just asked hurriedly: "Brother, what kind of translator does Jiang Xiaodao want me to be?"

"Where is so much nonsense!"

Outside the door, Jiang Xiaodao led a horse and urged him angrily: "If I let you eat it, eat it happily and stop fucking!"

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