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Chapter 1471 Madam, you don’t want to either.
In the mountain city, Zuo Zhong put down a document and called out, "Yi Jun."

But as soon as he said it, he realized that He Yijun had already left the mountain city and was currently carrying out a highly confidential mission.

This mission originally did not require He Yijun to go in person, but she volunteered. After careful consideration, Zuo Zhong agreed, because no one could stay out of this war.

Zuo Zhong glanced at the calendar on the table. It was December 16, 1944. Several days had passed since the end of Operation Ichi-Go, and Group [400] had gone into hiding.

He shook his head helplessly and picked up another top-secret document to read until someone knocked on the door.

Wu Chunyang peeked inside the room and, seeing no one there, walked up to the desk with a grin, saluted, and handed Zuo Zhong a document bag.

"Co-pilot, this is the detailed report of the Nagoya operation. You can destroy it once you've read it and found nothing wrong."

Nagoya Operation?
Zuo Zhong seemed to have thought of something, opened the seal, took out the report from the bag, and the first page of the report had Fu Ling's name written in the reporter's column.

As for the main body of the report, the beginning recorded several pieces of intelligence related to the operation's objectives. To avoid leaking classified information, key information was covered with black ink.
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[Reported in March 1943 by [unclear]]

The Japanese Chief of Staff went to his official residence on Yihe Road in Nanjing. When the target came downstairs to greet him, he accidentally missed a step and tumbled down the stairs to the first floor. His old injury flared up and he lost consciousness on the spot.

On the same day, the target was admitted to the Jinling Japanese Army Hospital. The pain gradually spread from his back to his chest and ribs, and he experienced pain when breathing and coughing.

Note: This information was confirmed by Japanese military doctor [redacted], at a cost of $500.
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[February 14, 1944, ■■ telegram]

The latest order from the Japanese Cabinet: Hase Agency, in coordination with the Nanjing Garrison, will escort the target to Nagoya Imperial University Hospital for treatment. An orthopedic surgeon will be on standby at the airport on the day of landing.
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[Reported in March 1944 by [unclear]]

The target summoned Cheng Gongpu and Zhou Fushui at his sickbed, repeatedly stating that the trip was fraught with danger and requesting that the two prioritize the overall situation and that all official business be discussed after he returned to China.

Before the meeting ended, the target handed the two men a will, stating that if he died, the puppet government would be handed over to the two men as its agents.

Two photos of the will's contents are also attached.
That's where the intelligence ends, but Zuo Zhong knew that after the matter was reported to the Huangshan official residence, someone issued an order that was not recorded in writing.

The other side demanded that the Military Intelligence Bureau complete the unfinished tasks of the "Hanoi Operation," or, in Shanghai parlance, "do it your way."

Seeing this, Zuo Zhong impatiently flipped to the end. He knew all about these situations; he just wanted to know how Fu Ling had managed to do it.
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In late October 1944, while China and Japan were still locked in fierce fighting in Henan, Hunan and Guangxi, Fu Ling walked out of a shop in Tokyo and quickly scanned her surroundings.

On the road not far away, a group of Japanese elementary school students walked by in a line, carrying paper triangular flags. These children, whose average age was less than ten, looked excited and shouted "Long live the locusts!"

Police officers and parents maintaining order on both sides of the road were also hysterically chanting slogans; there wasn't a single normal person to be seen on the entire street.

Fu Ling mingled in the crowd, mimicking the Japanese around her by opening her mouth and shouting, but her eyes were full of indifference.

Since arriving in Japan to infiltrate the country in 1935, she gradually realized that while the locusts were the ones who started the war, countless ordinary Japanese people were the ones who supported its continuation.

Of course, some Japanese people did see the true nature of the war, but they were ultimately a minority.

The rising sun dispelled the damp and cold air brought by the previous day's heavy rain. The group of elementary school students gradually walked away, and the surroundings returned to quiet. Fu Ling walked towards the outskirts of the city on the still not completely dry road.

The shop windows next to the sidewalk were covered with cross-shaped tape to prevent the glass from breaking. Fu Ling walked with her head down, observing the Japanese police officers across the street through the reflection in the mirror.

Hearing the clatter of high heels, the patrol officer glanced across the street, then quickly turned away.

After years of adaptation, Fu Ling has become a "real" Japanese, and her daily behavior and way of thinking are no different from those of the locals.

For example, when walking, take small steps, walk at a steady pace, lean slightly forward, keep your upper body slightly upright, and walk lightly but not loudly.

These are training traces left by national military education. Japanese people after the Meiji Restoration, regardless of gender, have similar characteristics to varying degrees.

With this characteristic, experienced Japanese police officers or secret agents can easily identify foreigners in a crowd.

When Fu Ling reappeared, she had changed her clothes and hairstyle. She slowly walked into the Military Intelligence Bureau's safe house in Tokyo, a shrine with a long history.

Fu Ling's subordinate, who is also the head priest of the shrine, reported the latest information to her.

"Stationmaster, the Japanese spent more than a week working day and night to renovate the underground ward, and the building is very sturdy."

"From the location of the target to the ground, the concrete is about 8 meters thick, which is enough to withstand a heavy aerial bomb attack; ordinary bombs are useless."

"Moreover, the connection between the ground floor and the wards relies entirely on elevators, with no stairs, and all personnel entering and exiting must undergo strict checks, making this mission very difficult."

After finishing his story, Miyaji told Fu Ling with a bitter face that the Japanese were worried about their target being assassinated, so they not only spent a lot of effort building a basement, but also stationed a complete field army near the hospital.

Fu Ling reviewed the situation, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly. The Japanese had built a turtle shell.

She originally wanted to obtain the hospital's coordinates and eliminate the target by bombing it with US military aircraft, but now it seems that this is not feasible.

Bombing won't work, and neither will infiltration or assassination. It's a bit troublesome, but only a bit troublesome.

After a pause, a cold glint flashed in Fu Ling's eyes as she assigned the other party a task.

"Complete a list of all medical staff at the Imperial University Hospital, paying particular attention to those who have been working long hours recently. We need to do this quickly."

Gong Si nodded. Their Military Intelligence Bureau had been operating undercover in Japan for so many years, and their intelligence network had long been established. It wouldn't take them long to check the information on some doctors and nurses.

Indeed, after only three days, Fu Ling received the required list, which included 28 people who met the requirements.

Among these 28 people are top-notch orthopedic, neurosurgical and anesthesiology experts, as well as senior nurses.

After reviewing the information on these people, Fu Ling noticed a female nurse named Yuki Goto, who seemed like a suitable starting point.

Yuki Goto, whose real name is Yuki Natsume, is a 37-year-old woman from Nagoya. After marrying her husband, she changed her surname to Goto. She has a 10-year-old son, Taro, and a 5-year-old daughter, Seiko. The Goto couple were childhood sweethearts and were a very loving and well-off couple.

Her husband, Goto, was a factory technician, and even during the war, his salary was quite generous. Together with his wife Yuki's salary, it was more than enough to support the family.

In summary, this is a typical middle-class Japanese family with respectable jobs and a happy and harmonious family life.

But it was precisely this happiness and harmony that gave the Military Intelligence Bureau an opportunity, since the more beautiful something is, the less people want to destroy it.

Fu Ling pulled out a dagger and stabbed it hard into the table. On the table was a photo of the Goto family. The sharp tip of the knife pierced a hole in the face of the male head of the household, Goto.

Three days later, in the evening, in an upscale residential area of ​​Nagoya, Yuki Goto wearily walked into the entrance hall to change her shoes, only to find the house eerily quiet.

Usually, when she gets home, her son Taro would happily run over to tell her about the fun things that happened at school, and her daughter Seiko would come over and hug her affectionately.

But today, not only were her son and daughter nowhere to be found, but even her husband, who called himself a cook, was not in the kitchen preparing dinner. Otherwise, she would have definitely smelled the slightly burnt aroma of the food.

Yuki Goto picked up an umbrella from the umbrella holder to use as a weapon and carefully walked into the living room. The scene in front of her almost made her faint, and the umbrella in her hand fell onto the tatami mat.

Her husband and children knelt respectfully before the low table, opposite which sat a masked man with several strong henchmen behind him.

"Yuki, run!"

When Goto saw his wife return, he momentarily forgot his fear and lunged at the masked man, shouting warnings as he did so. But a pistol immediately appeared on his forehead.

"Ms. Yuki, please have a seat. We have been waiting for you for a long time."

A female voice rang out, and the masked person who spoke was actually a woman. Goto Yuki was stunned for a moment, then obediently sat down next to her husband as ordered.

Seeing this, Fu Ling behind the mask chuckled and patted her hand. The little spy immediately brought out the prepared food.

Fu Ling looked at the two terrified children, then at the Goto couple holding hands, and warmly invited them to have dinner with her.

"Ms. Yuki, Mr. Goto, this is kabayaki eel from Houraiken. It tastes very good. Please try it."

She picked up a piece of eel and placed it on the little girl's plate, as if she were the one in charge.

The young boy, still too young to understand, secretly swallowed his saliva as he looked at the glistening eel, but seeing that his parents and brother didn't make a move, he could only pout in disappointment and sit down.

"Madam, what do you want? If you need money, please tell me and I will definitely satisfy you."

As the head of the household, Goto squeezed his wife's hand and mustered his courage to probe the masked man's intentions; it was his responsibility.

Fu Ling gave her subordinates a wink, and the junior agent stepped forward to take the children away. Just as the Goto couple were about to fight to the death, she whispered something.

"Ms. Yuki, I need you to add a tiny, inconspicuous little thing to a patient's medicine."

As she spoke, Fu Ling took out a small medicine bottle containing some white-gray powder.

Yuki Goto immediately thought of that distinguished patient from the Republic of China era and instantly understood everything. Having worked as a nurse for many years, she subconsciously wanted to refuse.

"No, I can't hurt the patient."

"Woooooo~~~"

Before he could finish speaking, several junior agents grabbed Mr. Goto's hands and feet and covered his mouth. Fu Ling slowly walked to the side, took out a cigar cutter, and without hesitation cut off the man's big toe.

Blood splattered all over the ground. Goto Yuki suddenly woke up from her dream, crying as she rushed to her husband's side and hurriedly bandaged his wounds.

Fu Ling wiped her hands with a towel, picked up her chopsticks and took a bite of eel (to avoid controversy, she wore a mask with her mouth exposed). Feeling the fish slowly melting in her mouth, she spoke again leisurely.

“Your family of four has a total of 80 fingers and toes. If you’re willing, I have plenty of time to play with you slowly.”

"If you don't want your family to get hurt, you'd better do as I say, otherwise your child will be next."

"Sir, you've only lost a toe, it won't affect your life or work, but I won't be so merciful forever, madam. You wouldn't want your children to lose their hands, would you?"

The last sentence completely broke Goto Yuki. She knelt down in front of Fu Ling, crying, and promised that she would put the powder into the medicine.

"Please get up. Don't worry, it's not poison."

Fu Ling helped Goto Yuki up, brushed the dust off her clothes, and reassured her.

"The bottle contains Clostridium tetani. You should know what this is. The patient will die silently, and no one will suspect you."

"What you need to do now is to ask for leave for Mr. Goto and his two lovely children. Once you fulfill your promise, we will release them on the spot and reunite your family."

Yuki Goto knew about tetanus, of course. With red eyes, she walked to the telephone and connected to her husband's factory and school to ask for leave.

Fu Ling did not deceive the Goto family. She would release them once the mission was completed because the couple's professions still had value to them. The Kuomintang had something on them that they might be useful in the future.

The report ended there. Zuo Zhong raised his head and rubbed his sore neck. Just as he was about to praise Fu Ling and Tokyo Station for their proper handling of the situation, there was another knock on the door.

"Co-pilot." X2
Gu Qi and Wu Jingzhong strode into the office, both beaming with happiness, clearly in good spirits.

(End of this chapter)