Heroes of the Anti-Japanese War

Chapter 410 Seeing an old friend again
Hearing Yamamoto Heisaku's answer, Qian Xiaobao's heart pounded.

In the past two years, the intelligence department of the Kwantung Army has not hesitated to send him to carry out missions when there are dangerous missions.There must be other reasons for the chief of the agency Yanagida Yuansan's refusal to let him carry out this mission this time.

Sure enough, Yamamoto Heisaku continued: "I don't know which lunatic came up with this plan. If you are asked to carry out the mission, the danger is too great. Besides, this is an operation planned by the General Staff Headquarters. There is no need for the Kwantung Army Intelligence Department to fully cooperate. .”

It turned out that it was not an action planned by the intelligence department of the Kwantung Army, so the intelligence department was naturally unwilling to cooperate.

"Thank you Mr. Yamamoto! Tomorrow I will go directly to the train station and report to the Intelligence Department." Qian Xiaobao said.

"You don't have to worry now, they have already left Harbin, you should report to the intelligence department first tomorrow." Yamamotoping replied.

Qian Xiaobao drank with Yamamoto Heisaku for two or three hours, and Yamamoto Heirasaku didn't say anything about Ryushikov.

Maybe it's because the matter of Liushikov belongs to the top secret of the intelligence department of the Kwantung Army, even Yamamoto Heisaku doesn't know, or Yamamoto Heisaku's mouth is too strict.

After drinking, Qian Xiaobao accompanied Hirasaku Yamamoto to the Red Cross Hospital to have a look at Hirasaku Yamamoto's son and Takechiyo Fujimoto, and then sent him back to Harbin University.

The next day, Qian Xiaobao and Taro Hemoto took the train to Yingkou.

Shanghai, Hongkou

Hattori Yoshishi led two of his subordinates into a Japanese firm.

The navy uniforms worn by him and his two subordinates are particularly conspicuous compared with the Japanese army uniforms all over the beach.

Yoshishi Hattori is the head of Section [-] of the Third Department of the Japanese Navy Command.

The third department of the Naval Command is the intelligence department of the Japanese navy, and the sixth section is mainly responsible for the intelligence of the Chinese navy.

Hattori Yoshishi is very dissatisfied with his current position. He used to be a class member of the Fifth Section of the Third Department of the Military Command for a long time. The Fifth Section was responsible for the naval intelligence of the US mainland.

This is the most important department of the Japanese Navy's intelligence department, and Hattori Yoshishi's heart desires to be the head of the fifth section.

The purpose of Hattori Liangshi's visit to this Japanese firm today is to listen to a report from the ostensibly president of the firm.

"Miyajima, how is the investigation of the shipwreck in the Yangtze River channel going?" Hattori Yoshishi asked.

"In the past two months, I have sent people to dive to investigate the shipwrecks in the Jiangyin section of the Yangtze River. I have drawn a picture, and it is here." Miyajima Hideyoshi said and handed a blueprint to Hattori Yoshishi.

When the Republic of China retreated, a large number of ships sank in the Jiangyin section of the Yangtze River. Although the Japanese cleaned up some of them later, ships with large draft and displacement still could not pass through. They had to unload in Shanghai and load them on ships with small displacement. The Yangtze River is transported to the upper reaches of the Yangtze River.

Hattori Yoshishi has just arrived in Shanghai from Japan to serve as the head of the sixth section. He wants to completely clear the shipwreck in the Jiangyin section.

He unfolded the drawings, looked at them and nodded in satisfaction.

Hattori Ryoshi stood up and walked out of the firm, followed closely by two subordinates, and a car was waiting for him at the entrance of the firm.

Hattori Yoshishi and two of his subordinates got into the car, and the car started to head towards the Grand World Hotel.

The car had just driven more than 100 meters when a rickshaw suddenly rushed out of the alley and blocked the car.

The driver hurriedly stepped on the brakes, and Ryoshi Hattori and the other two people in the car rushed forward, and Ryoshi Hattori, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, hit his head directly on the windshield.

At this moment, the rickshaw in front suddenly overturned, and two heavy sacks rolled from the rickshaw onto the wheel of the car.

Just when the driver was about to yell, the puller in a coarse coat and wide-leg trousers had already turned around and opened fire on the car with a German twenties in his hand.

The incident started in a hurry, and the three of them, including Yoshishi Hattori, hadn't recovered from their dizziness, bullets had already flown into the car compartment.

Hattori Yoshishi and the driver sitting in the front were shot first, and the two people sitting in the back row also fell on the seat after a few shots.

There was chaos on the street, and even the blind fortune-teller left his stall and ran away.

The rickshaw driver did not take advantage of the chaos to escape, but approached the car while shooting.

This time, his two pistols were aimed at Yoshishi Hattori who was wearing the collar badge of Lieutenant Assistant in the car!
boom! boom! boom!
Hattori Ryoshi was shot three more times in the head and chest, and the rickshaw driver turned around and ran into the alley, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Half an hour later the phone rang in one of the guest rooms of the Louis Hotel and a blonde woman picked it up.

After listening for a few seconds, she turned her head and said, "Honey, I'm looking for you."

American businessman Norton came over to answer the phone.

"Boss, I'm here to deliver the goods." A deep voice on the phone said.

"I already know, but are you sure about the result?" Norton asked.

"I'm sure," the man on the phone replied.

"Good job! You can take a rest now. I'll contact you when something happens." Norton said.

There was a click on the other end of the phone and the phone was put down.

Norton put down the phone and the blond woman was watching him.

"Hattori is dead. We have avenged Earl Ellis," Norton said.

Norton is the head of the China Intelligence Station of the U.S. Naval Intelligence Service under the cover of a businessman.

Lieutenant Colonel Earl Ellis was also an intelligence officer of the U.S. Naval Intelligence Service. He died strangely on Koror Island in the Palau Islands in [-].All the confidential documents on him were missing.

The Japanese occupying the Palau Islands claimed that Earl Ellis had died of illness.

However, according to the continuous and unremitting investigation of the U.S. Naval Intelligence Service, it was proved that Ellis died at the hands of Lieutenant Hattori Yoshishi, who was a Japanese naval intelligence officer at the time.

The Americans, who never repay hatred with kindness, finally found a chance to beat Yoshishi Hattori to death on the streets of Shanghai more than ten years later.

Lin Zhengjiang was walking leisurely on the street in a suit.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses and a mustache, and held a civilized stick in his hand like a Western ruffian.

When he was about to reach the Huangpu River, he habitually looked towards the river.

I saw Qian Xiaobao several times at Huangpu Wharf, and got Qian Xiaobao's help to escape from Shanghai last time. Lin Zhengjiang has now developed the habit of standing by the Huangpu River for a while to carefully observe whether there is Manchukuo on the sea. The patrol boat with the police logo is at it again.

Lin Zhengjiang lit a cigarette and smoked while looking at several boats on the pier.

Two red wavy lines in the middle of a black anchor!
Three patrol boats of the Manchukuo Maritime Police Force were parked impressively at the Huangpu Wharf, and three flags of the Manchukuo Maritime Police Force were flying on their masts!
"This kid really can't bear to talk about it!" Lin Zhengjiang said with a smile while exhaling a cigarette.

(End of this chapter)