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Chapter 1469 "Leaving Without Saying Goodbye"

one day ago.

Lin Miaoyin picked up a scarf and put it on her head. She picked up her handbag and was about to walk out when the head of the guards responsible for her protection hurriedly followed, asking questions as she did so.

"Miss Lin, where are you going? We need to report your whereabouts to Lord Chai Shan."

Lin Miaoyin, who was walking, suddenly turned around, took off her scarf to reveal her exquisite makeup, pointed at herself and shouted.

"Commander Shibayama ordered you to protect me, not to monitor me. I'm going to the Central Department Store!"

After shouting this, Lin Miaoyin walked out of the villa without looking back, got into her car, and the guards looked at each other helplessly and had no choice but to follow.

The car started and drove towards the Central Mall. All the way, Lin Miaoyin cursed the guards, and the words she said were extremely offensive.

"What a useless piece of trash, he can't even control a shrew."

Despite the offensive insults, the head of the guards remained unfazed, continuing to vigilantly observe his surroundings, his eyes frequently glancing at the rearview mirror.

A dozen meters behind the car, an inconspicuous old sedan was slowly driving. The driver glanced at his watch, turned the steering wheel into the side road, and gave orders to the three people in the car.

"Take action as soon as you see the signal, and proceed according to the plan."

"Yes."

The three replied in a low voice.

At the same time, another car took the place of the dilapidated sedan, hanging at a distance behind Lin Miaoyin's car.

The head of the guards watched the dilapidated car drive away through the rearview mirror and felt a little relieved. Although he didn't think the Military Intelligence Bureau and the Northwest Bureau would assassinate a woman, he still ordered them to speed up.

Lin Miaoyin was a little nervous. She changed her arrogant attitude from before and hurriedly asked if something had happened. Her face turned pale.

She had heard many stories about the mountain city and the underground party's anti-traitor campaign. Those traitors usually didn't have a good ending; some died in the streets, and some disappeared into thin air. She never wanted to be the next one.

“Miss Lin, don’t worry.” The head of security said calmly, “Everything is normal. The increased speed was just for safety reasons, there’s nothing special going on.”

As they spoke, the car entered the main road, and everyone relaxed even more. Even if there were assassins, they wouldn't dare to make a move in the downtown area.

There are Japanese military outposts nearby, staffed not only with fully armed soldiers but also with heavy firepower such as machine guns. An assassin attempting to kill someone here would be courting death.

More than ten minutes later, the Central Mall came into view. Lin Miaoyin and the guards completely lowered their guard, and the driver stopped the car in front of the mall.

An hour later, Lin Miaoyin got into the car carrying a bunch of paper bags and returned to her residence. The guards chatted casually about the evening's menu, and the atmosphere was very relaxed.

According to the guard's rules, vehicles should not use the same route when going to and from a fixed location, but the driver may have been too engrossed in the discussion, or perhaps to save trouble, he chose to return the way he came.

Two kilometers from the villa, the car slowly came to a stop. The head of the guards looked up at the situation ahead, then turned back to report.

"Miss Lin, it's Imperial soldiers checking you, please don't worry."

Dozens of meters away, a group of Japanese soldiers suddenly appeared and blocked the road, cutting pedestrians and passing vehicles in half, looking very aggressive.

Upon hearing this, Lin Miaoyin, once again gripped by tension, leaned back in her seat, inwardly cursing the Japanese for stirring up trouble.

The line of people being questioned moved forward slowly, and soon it was Lin Miaoyin's turn. The head guard handed over his identification and negotiated with the Japanese lieutenant outside the window.

"We are special staff from the advisory department and have urgent business to carry out. Get out of the way!"

Within the Japanese military system, special personnel, or rather, spies, held a very special position. Apart from the Kwantung Army, which was adept at insubordination, ordinary combat units would not easily offend intelligence agencies, since no one wanted to be targeted by these people.

But the head of the guards met his match today. Upon hearing his words, the lieutenant in charge of the check glared at him and slapped him twice across the face.

"Clap!"

"Everyone get off the bus. There are rebels who have infiltrated the city. Headquarters has ordered that everyone must be checked."

The lieutenant waved his arm, and several soldiers surrounded the car, causing the onlookers to scatter in fear.

The head of the guards covered his face, forcefully pushed open the car door, and shouted at the lieutenant, "Baka! I need to contact headquarters and the advisory department!"

The lieutenant was unconcerned, gave a cold laugh, and gestured to the soldier next to him to take the other man to find the telephone, while he continued to keep an eye on the car.

The soldiers and guards disappeared around the corner. Lin Miaoyin forced a smile at the expressionless lieutenant, her hands involuntarily tightening their grip on her handbag.

After waiting for a long time, the soldier who had left earlier ran back alone and whispered something in the lieutenant's ear. Lin Miaoyin and the remaining two guards vaguely heard a few words of Japanese.

"Unable to contact the advisory headquarters. Command orders: bring him back for questioning."

After listening, the lieutenant coldly looked at Lin Miaoyin and the others: "Sorry, please hand over your weapons. I will escort you to headquarters to verify your identities."

"Click~" As he spoke, the Japanese soldiers immediately cocked their guns and spread out in a standard Japanese military drill sequence to maintain vigilance.

The guards and the driver raised their hands in unison. A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle; there was no need for them to stoop to the level of these army idiots.

The lieutenant nodded in satisfaction, ordered his men to take away the men's sidearms and move them to other vehicles, and then got into Lin Miaoyin's car with his men.

In a short while, several cars drove away from the spot, and the surrounding citizens discussed among themselves. It was quite a novel thing for Japanese people to arrest Japanese people. As the convoy drove on the bumpy road, Lin Miaoyin cautiously glanced at the lieutenant and leaned slightly to the other side.

But as she drove, she noticed that the car was heading in the wrong direction, seemingly heading out of the city, and her heart tightened immediately.

The lieutenant noticed her movement and explained stiffly, "Due to secrecy reasons, the headquarters has been moved outside the city, Miss Lin, you don't need to worry."

Lin Miaoyin's tense body slowly relaxed. So that's how it is. But the next moment, she suddenly widened her eyes. How did this Japanese man know that her surname was Lin?
"Help! bang!"

Before Lin Miaoyin could cry out, the lieutenant struck her on the neck with a palm strike, and Lin Miaoyin's eyes rolled back as she fainted in her seat.

In contrast, the drivers and guards in the other cars were not so lucky. The Japanese soldiers in the same car suddenly attacked, and the necks of the men were broken without any warning.

The lieutenant took off his uniform and ripped off the mustache below his nose, revealing himself to be the driver who had been following Lin Miaoyin earlier.

The convoy drove around the city a few times before finally entering an abandoned factory. Soon after, the sounds of cutting machines and bones cracking could be heard coming from inside the factory.

As night fell, the driver wiped the blood from his face and, together with his companion, loaded several gasoline drums onto a truck and transported them to the riverbank.

With a few splashes, the oil drum sank into the dark water, releasing a string of bubbles. The driver, with a cold expression, turned around and said, "Let's go."

Lin Miaoyin and the others went out and did not return for a long time. The servants at the villa did not pay attention, assuming that they had something to do.

Once all the lights in the villa were turned off, a dark figure scaled the wall and entered the courtyard. The person tiptoed to Lin Miaoyin's room and then quietly withdrew a few minutes later.

Meanwhile, Lin Miaoyin and her family, who were temporarily residing in Hangzhou, boarded several trucks with license plates indicating that they were Japanese naval assets. The naval officer leading the group politely bid farewell to the garrison lieutenant commander in charge of guarding them.

"Thank you all for your cooperation. The Navy will safely transport these people from the Republic of China to Xiaoliuqiu. This is a top-secret order from Tokyo. Please keep it a secret and do not reveal this to anyone."

Upon hearing this, the agents from the advisory department, who had intended to stop the transfer and contact Nanjing, hesitated. Perhaps the words "order from Tokyo" were too intimidating, and the agents ultimately said nothing.

Although the major standing next to him didn't understand why Lin Miaoyin's family needed to be secretly transferred, the escorts had complete identification, and the Navy had confirmed their identities over the phone, so he could only give a slight bow.

"Hai, then I'll leave it to you. Have a safe trip, Sanyu Nana~"

“Sangyouna~”

The naval officer sat in the passenger seat, smiling as he gestured to the driver to start the truck, which sped away with a gurgling sound.

Inside the carriage, Lin's father and Lin Miaoyin's brother smiled broadly, for the Huang Army had truly shown the Lin family immense kindness.

Unbeknownst to the two men, as one of the trucks passed the telephone pole, a man with a telephone and wire cutters jumped onto the footboard and knocked on the roof of the cab. All the Japanese soldiers slowly reached for their weapons.

The moon was faintly visible. The convoy had quietly stopped outside the city at some unknown time. More than twenty members of the Lin family stood in a large pit with their hands tied behind their backs, desperately begging for mercy.

The naval officer above the pit lit a cigarette, waved his hand to extinguish the match, and coldly ordered, "Bury it."

In the middle of the night, Zuo Zhong, located in the mountain city, received a coded telegram: [Operation Complete].

Upon seeing the telegram sent by the Zuo family's secret agent, Zuo Zhong turned off his phone, shifted his gaze to Dai Chunfeng's residence, and a smile appeared on his lips.
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Lin Miaoyin's villa in Shanghai.

As Ban Jun heard the roar outside the door, Shibayama Kenshiro looked at the letter in his hand, trembling with rage.

"Mr. Shibayama Junjian."

"Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. We will always remember your contributions to the cause of resisting Japan. If we have the opportunity to meet again in the future, we will definitely express our gratitude in person."

"On the occasion of our parting, to express my respect, I would like to present Director Dai with a small gift—a bullet. I hope you will accept it with pleasure."

Kenjiro Shibayama felt a throbbing pain in his temples. The bullet on the dressing table seemed to come alive, twisting and deforming in his eyes as if mocking him.

Overwhelmed with shame and anger, Chai Shan coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground. The agents beside him rushed forward to help him up.

But bad news kept coming. The agents who went to contact Hangzhou returned and reported that Lin Miaoyin's family had been taken away by the navy last night, but the navy firmly denied that they had anything to do with it.

Shibayama Kenshiro, his face ashen, pushed away his men's support and walked out hunched over, knowing he was doomed.

The failure of Operation Number One requires someone to take responsibility, and he, who allowed [The Mole] to get close to top-secret intelligence, is undoubtedly the best scapegoat.

But what's even more serious than his personal future is that there is no hope for reconciliation between China and Japan.

Regardless of whether Lin Miaoyin is Dai Chunfeng's person, with this letter and Operation Number One, Yamashiro will no longer trust Tokyo, and Tokyo will no longer trust Yamashiro.

The idea of ​​conquering the Republic of China using a strategy of using Chinese against Chinese was already an unrealizable fantasy; the empire's defeat was only a matter of time.

A few days later.

Kenjiro Shibayama stood beside the plane, tightly holding Ban Jun's hand, and said with a hint of gratitude.

"Bansan, Arigato! I never expected that you would be the only one to see me off in the end. Time truly reveals a person's true character..."

Ban Jun smiled without saying a word. With a smile on his face, Chai Shan reluctantly embarked on his journey back to his hometown to report on his work.

The plane slowly ascended and quickly disappeared into the clouds; the war that belonged to this old Japanese devil was over.

(End of this chapter)