Cicada Moving

Chapter 819 Interest

Two men in black pushed open the door of Houde Middle School, and more than a dozen cars filed out. The first ones were two cars, followed by trucks. The tarpaulin on the side of the truck was printed with the Chinese and English name of a certain machine factory. Bilingual sign.

Waiting for the last car to drive out, the man in black who opened the door closed the door smoothly, and a runner jumped on the pedal nimbly, looking around with a vigilant expression. The cold wind lifted the hems of their clothes, and the shiny black pistol disappeared and appeared.

Such a big movement immediately attracted the attention of nearby residents. Everyone was stunned 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 streets, leaving only endless reveries for curious people.

A few minutes later.

A head quietly appeared on the back wall of Houde Middle School, which was supposed to be deserted. After looking around to make sure there was no one around, the person supported the wall with his right hand and climbed outside, sneaking into the alley.

In the distance, a beggar in rags with a broken bowl in his hand leaned on the corner and watched the scene silently. His originally stooped body bent a little more, and then he raised his feet and followed him calmly.

 Hase Ryosuke, who was enjoying the scenery outside the window, did not know what was happening here. Due to his career, he rarely left Hongkou unless necessary, so he naturally had no chance to appreciate the scenery of Shanghai.

　　Although it is winter now, as the motorcade gradually approaches the suburbs, the dead vines and old trees from a distance have a unique beauty of decay, which is especially in line with the Japanese aesthetic point of view.

While he was leisurely watching, Shitaka Kusumoto next to him suddenly said: "Mr. Hase, I have been working in North China and have no contact with anyone in Central China.

I heard that the imperial army has completely taken control of the area around Jinling and has begun to clear out the saboteurs in the city. Can you please tell me the specific situation. "

Shitaka Kusumoto said it very vaguely. The so-called suppression of saboteurs means large-scale massacre. This kind of thing is very common among the Japanese army.

Hase Ryosuke was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He subconsciously glanced at the driver in the front seat, thought for a moment, approached the driver's ear, and lowered his voice before replying.

“According to the intelligence I have, this is indeed the case. When attacking Jinling, the combat troops advancing crazily left the baggage troops behind.

Since the imperial army did not have the logistical preparations to fight inland, the troops faced a serious problem of food supply interruption, and the morale of the army was immediately unstable.

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

"idiot!"

When Shitaka Kusumoto heard this, he cursed. He was not against the massacre, but before the National Government was completely eliminated, he should use gentle methods to confuse and win over the unsteady Chinese.

Such an open attack on civilians, once known to the outside world, will trigger a huge wave of public opinion. It will have no effect other than stimulating the enemy's patriotic enthusiasm and determination to resist.

General Doihara once said that to deal with the Chinese, one should boil frogs in warm water and slowly annex the country with minimal losses.

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

　　If we continue fighting like this, before the Chinese are defeated, the empire will be unable to hold on. For example, its military resources will be exhausted, or its economy will collapse.

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

“Colonel Kusumoto, is this how your army behaves? My people have contacted many officials of the Republic of China who are willing to cooperate, and they are willing to cooperate with the empire to impeach someone.

 As soon as this incident came out, they all cut off contact due to pressure. It was such a pity that all the preliminary work was in vain.

 Commander Matsui also asked the Shanghai Expeditionary Army and the 10th Army to mop up the defeated soldiers in their respective guarded areas, collect concealed weapons, and allow free fire.

Jinling City is full of imperial soldiers who kill and set fire, and military discipline is completely lost. Two officers from the Zhongdao Unit of the 16th Division even met for a killing contest with the encouragement of their superiors.

 At this moment, countless Chinese people are being shot, buried alive, and massacred. It will probably be very difficult for us to find collaborators in the future, which is really annoying. "

As he spoke, Hase Ryosuke felt a surge of anger in his chest, which startled him. He was afraid of attracting Kusumoto Shitaka's attention, so he quickly ended the conversation.

At the same time, he fell into deep self-doubt. He and the Chinese only had a cooperative relationship of mutual use. Why did he become angry after learning about the massacre?

After thinking about it, Ryosuke Hase felt that maybe the two parties had been getting along for a long time, and he had unknowingly put himself in the Chinese position when thinking about the issue.

 This is a good thing,

 Or is it a bad thing?

 He doesn’t know, but the education he received and what he has seen and heard over the years tell him that people cannot, or at least should not, do that kind of thing.

Perhaps I can provide some information to the Chinese. This has nothing to do with money transactions, but is just out of one's basic conscience and morality.

After thinking about this, Hase Ryosuke suddenly felt much more relaxed and no longer restrained his momentum. He stared at Kusumoto Shitaka with bright eyes, wanting to hear the other party's explanation.

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Kusumoto Shitaka didn't know how to answer, so he coughed twice awkwardly, turned his head to the other side, and cursed Matsui **** 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 officer leading the convoy familiarly, and the other party ordered his men to let them go.

　　　“円西, Mr. Changgu is indeed very powerful.”

Yamamoto in the second car nodded repeatedly and sighed. Originally, he was worried about what would happen if the British inspected it, knowing that the finished counterfeit banknotes that had been printed were in the truck.

Even though it was covered with goods, it could still be found after a careful search. Unexpectedly, the other party didn't even ask. This shows the depth of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs' connections in Shanghai.

After relaxing, he smiled and asked the tall, 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 something else in his words, and he didn't know what his intentions were.

 “Yes, Mr. Yamamoto.”

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

“That’s it, thank you for the explanation. Your accent sounds like you are from Nara, so we can be considered half of the same country.”

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

A smile appeared on the ugly face of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs agent, and he nodded respectfully and politely.

“Hai, I’m from Nara and have been working in the Republic of China for three years. You are from Osaka Prefecture. It’s such an honor.”

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

“Haha, in our line of work, it’s rare to meet a new fellow countryman. I should keep in touch if I have the opportunity in the future.”

Yamamoto pointed to himself, then to the other person, 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 holds the Kasuga Wakamiya Festival to pray for a good harvest. The Kagura and dance performances are extremely exciting.

 In March and April, the cherry blossoms in the shrine are the first to bloom. The scenery is so spectacular that it is unforgettable. When we defeat the Chinese in the future, how about we go to watch the cherry blossoms together? "

Facing his kindness, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs agent had a weird expression, hesitated for a while, and then spoke to him bravely.

“Sir Yamamoto, you have mistakenly remembered that the large weeping cherry blossoms outside the main hall of Himuro Shrine are the earliest cherry blossoms to bloom in the city, so they are known as Nara Ichibanzakura.

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

 “Ahhh.”

Yamamoto slapped his head and apologized without sincerity: "I'm so rude. It's been many years since I last went to Nara..." At this time, the car happened to be driving on a dirt road out of the city. There were no people, pedestrians, or vehicles in front and behind, making it look particularly desolate. .

The originally respectful special agent of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs did not wait for Yamamoto to finish his words. He kicked his feet hard and rushed to the side. He covered Yamamoto's mouth with one hand and stabbed the shining dagger into his abdomen with the other hand.

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

 Once, twice, three times…

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs agent’s face was expressionless, and he repeated the stabbing action over and over again. His eyes were filled with murderous intent. Matching that terrifying face, it was indescribably ferocious.

The sharp blade instantly poked several large holes in Yamamoto's internal organs. Stinky blood spurted out from the wounds. The roof, seats, glass, and floor were all red.

　　Yamamoto, who was already feeling exhausted, couldn't understand how the people from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs dared to attack him. If he killed himself, what benefits would the other party get?

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

 Hase Ryosuke, 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 question he had been thinking about the day Ji Yunqing's mansion was burned down. Can the empire really occupy this country?

He finally knew the answer today, and the price was his life. Yamamoto muttered something to himself, and then his vision went dark and he completely lost his breath.

Not only the second car, but also the Ministry of Foreign Affairs personnel in the truck behind, who had been smiling and laughing just a second ago, began to kill the "comatriots" beside them. For a time, Japanese army and navy agents suffered heavy casualties.

Some drivers didn't even see who moved their hands until they died. They only felt a sharp pain in their heads and went to the west. The out-of-control truck stopped crookedly on the road.

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

But as soon as he touched the gun, the knife slashed **** his wrist. The severed hand fell to the floor with a thud, blood gushing out, and the severe pain almost made him faint.

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

 In fact, when he saw the accident in the convoy, Kusumoto Shitaka knew that the other party could not be trusted. Both he and Yamamoto's men had been strictly vetted and could not be traitors.

The only people who may have problems are those from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. As the Deputy Minister of Intelligence, Ryosuke Hase is bound to be involved.

idiot!

 Damn non-nationals!

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

But as soon as Shitaka Kusumoto's **** left the seat, the car suddenly braked and knocked him into the front seat, interrupting his opening of the door.

Upon seeing this, Hase Ryosuke immediately snatched the pistol and threw it to the co-pilot, then pulled out a steel rope and put it around his neck and tightened it hard.

 “Ho~ho~”

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 “No… don’t be proud, someone will…”

“What nonsense, do you think I don’t know that you have people in Houde Middle School?”

The driver in the front row took off his hat, turned his head and asked sternly, with a trace of ridicule on his face. It was Zuo Zhong who had put on a facial disguise.

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

Not only the villains die because of talking too much, but the same goes for the decent ones. If you kill a Japanese spy, why should you give the other side a chance to make a comeback or leave evidence?

Don’t forget, Huajie is now the territory of the Japanese. If you encounter a patrol, it will be troublesome. It is better to kill them early to prevent trouble.

Kushitaka Kusumoto, the chief culprit who single-handedly promoted the establishment of the puppet government in North China, died quietly in a car on the outskirts of Shanghai, his eyes wide open.

Zuo Zhong sneered, opened the door and got out of the car and blew a whistle, signaling the operators to seize the time to 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 breathing heavily, and patted him on the shoulder: "Nobita, is there 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 entered the room from the fire escape and the front desk won't find her." Hase Ryosuke looked at his watch and replied affirmatively.

“Okay, hurry up and return to the consulate, and leave the rest to us.”

 “Well, I’ll go first.”

"be safe."

Zo Shige sent Hase Ryosuke away in a low voice, and quickly came to a truck. He looked at the counterfeit banknote expert Saburo Shinoda who was squatting on the ground and shivering, and rubbed his chin.

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

 It is not polite to come back but not reciprocate. Since the Japanese are making legal currency, they are making yen. Who can succeed depends on their own abilities.

Zuo Zhong waved his hand and asked the little secret agent to take this person away. This is the biggest gain of this operation. With this person, the secret service can print real "counterfeit banknotes."

When the time came for the instigators, a box of yen was placed out. Who could hold it? He thought a lot as he watched his men clearing the scene.

 It didn’t take long before all the bodies at the scene were examined, and fingerprints and other evidence were cleaned up, leaving no traces for tracing.

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

“Report, the printing press has been installed with a timed blasting device, and the finished product has been sprinkled with gasoline. This is the found engraving plate and legal currency code book.”

"Yea, very good."

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

As long as the Japanese want to do this, they can do it at any time. Their actions today will at best delay the opponent's plan.

He glanced around the fuel-filled motorcade with his hands on his hips, remained silent for a few seconds, and then asked someone to bring a wad of counterfeit money, lit it with a lighter, and threw it towards the car.

The flames ignited with a bang, and the counterfeit banknotes quickly turned into ashes, spiraling into the northwest air amid the whistling wind.

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 littered with corpses, as if he saw the river dyed red with blood.

The killing of these dozens of Japanese spies today is just to collect interest. One day the Japanese will pay the due price for their actions.

After silently swearing in his heart, he suddenly turned around and walked away. Gui Youguang and a group of secret agents followed and quickly left the scene.

As everyone faded away, several huge explosions were heard, and flames shot into the sky, blowing the expensive printing press into pieces, and half of Shanghai was shaken.

   Sorry, I can’t write about that matter, I’m a bit upset. I’ve put a video on the easter egg. If it’s not there, it means it’s under review or has not passed the review. You can go to the Junyan on the homepage of the book to watch it.

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