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Chapter 143 The Turtle Son of Ishii’s Forces
At present, looking at it from a very scientific average perspective, the problem of famine in Japan has been solved, and there are no more hungry Japanese people. However, materials are still scarce. It is easy to eat well, but it is difficult to eat well. Drinking milk is still a part of Relatively extravagant behavior is not something ordinary city residents who rely on average methods to eat very full can think about.

Xian Yaowen blocked the way of the female high school student and said politely: "Sorry, classmate, can I ask where you buy your milk?"

Just now, the female high school student had noticed the tall and straight Xian Yaowen. Now, she was stopped by the tall and handsome one. Her little heart beat unsatisfactorily fast and her cheeks turned crimson.

With the appearance of a female high school student, if Xian Yaowen had the idea, it would probably not be difficult for him to start a love-making game. However, at this moment, he was more interested in the three dead ghosts of Tamado, Iwakura Tomomi and Itagaki Taisuke than the little girl. .

[In the 1950 version of the Japanese yen, the characters on the 1 and 5000 denominations are Umado, the 500 is Iwakura Tomoshi, and the 100 is Itagaki Tsusuke. ]
"classmate."

A call awakened the nymphomaniac high school girl, and Xian Yaowen repeated the question again.

"Sorry." The awakened female high school student bowed to Xian Yaowen, and then replied with her hot cheeks: "My milk is distributed by the school, not bought."

Xian Yaowen didn't see any information in the newspaper about schools in Tokyo distributing milk, and seeing that there were no school logos on the high school girls' clothes, he could only choose a safer explanation, "Really? I just went to a North Korean school yesterday. It seems that there is no milk distribution in the high school department. Is it only your school?"

The female high school student thought for a moment and said, "It seems so."

"So that's it. Does your school have its own pasture?"

"No, the school's milk is donated by a foundation in the United States."

"Is there anything else besides milk?"

"bread."

"What a pity. I haven't drank milk for several days."

"Ah Nao..." Seeing that Xian Yaowen was about to leave, the female high school student said hesitantly: "I am Yamaguchi Masako, this is the first time we meet, please take care of me."

"Ah, I'm Yuka Miura, please take care of me. Goodbye."

Without giving Masako Yamaguchi a chance to continue talking, Xian Yaowen left quickly, thinking about "milk bread".

As far as he knows, the Asian Relief Alliance has sent a lot of food to primary and secondary schools in Japan in recent years, which has promoted the implementation of a fixed meal system for primary school students across Japan. The fixed meals are relatively complex and adapted to local conditions. Schools in each region are slightly different. , there may be bread, but it is unlikely to have milk. Is this unknown fund donating milk bread by chance or is it a test?

Unable to think clearly for the moment, Xian Yaowen put the problem aside for the time being and continued to look around, looking for a place to eat. After walking for a while, he became even hungrier and anxious to become a lonely gourmet.

Suddenly, a black sign appeared in front of the store with the words "Food Restaurant" written on it. Xian Yaowen walked forward and looked at the front of the store. He didn't see any advertising menu, so he lifted up the half-warmed curtain and looked into the store. I glanced over and saw a tray on the counter facing a customer, which contained pan-fried dumplings in the shape of pot stickers, side dishes, miso soup, and a bowl of rice. I immediately knew that this store was serving nondescript Chinese cuisine, and I was about to leave. "Welcome" came to his ears.

The female voice, the owner of the voice is an old lady, the taste is a bit special, probably beautiful and delicious.

You're all welcome here. It's a bit impolite to leave at the door. So what, if you accidentally represent your motherland when you are away from home, you still have to maintain the etiquette of this huge country, so let's go in.

Walking into the store, when he was facing the middle-aged lady, Xian Yaowen glanced at her face again. Unintentionally, his eyes were attracted by the exposed neck. He glanced down at the neck and then towards the collarbone. , a small corner of colorful patterns catches the eye.

Colorful pattern?

Tattoo?

The woman has a large area of ​​tattoos. In this era, in Tokyo, except for being a member of a violent organization, Xian Yaowen can't think of other possibilities. He has either fallen into a gang or met a retired eldest sister. I hope it is the former. There is nothing to fear from being blamed. The latter is not It is easy to become a fish in a pond if you withdraw it cleanly.

Xian Yaowen looked tired, put his hands on the counter, and pressed it to see if the counter was strong. He sat down on the high stool, glanced at the open kitchen, and remembered the placement of pots, pans, and knives. Position, lock in the best corner to avoid bullets, and naturally turn your eyes to the menu on the wall.

After watching it for a while, he raised his hand and said to the middle-aged lady: "Ah Nao... Boss lady, what's in the Handuo soup?"

The old lady smiled at Xian Yaowen and said, "The pork bone soup base is thickened with vegetables, pork, fish cakes, and eggs. I modified it from the Manchurian pimple soup."

"A member of the Black Dragon Society who came back from the Northeast? A female spy? It seems unlikely. A female spy, not bad looking, will die or be crippled if she falls into the hands of the Soviets. She probably learned it from the repatriates who came back from the Northeast." Thoughts. Drifting by, Xian Yaowen smiled at the old lady and said, "I want two set meals with multiple soups."

"Please wait."

As the old lady said, she first poured water for Xian Yaowen and the others, and then got to work in front of the stove.

Seeing that the old lady didn't have much anger in her body, Xian Yaowen felt a little relieved and gave Qi Longque a wink to tell him to be more alert. He took out a newspaper from his pocket and read it.

Perhaps he was too nervous, so when the food was served, nothing happened halfway through the meal. Only diners came and went. Just when he was about to finish eating, two new diners came into the store. Sitting down, they kept talking loudly and were forced to listen to a few words. It turned out that the two were classmates and served as soldiers in different armies. They hadn't seen each other for a long time, but they happened to meet each other just now.

The little Japs were not surprised. On the way from the airport to the Imperial Hotel, they met a group of repatriated Japs soldiers. All of them looked bad, and they were survivors who had returned from a prisoner-of-war camp in which country.

Losing interest in continuing to listen, Xian Yaowen was about to turn his attention back to the newspaper when the four words "Ishii Troop" came into his ears. He raised his head and turned his face to distinguish the turtle son of Ishii Troop. Remember the looks.

After a while, he leaned forward and whispered in Qi Longque's ear: "The one on the left, remember his face."

Qi Longque nodded...

After finishing the soup set meal, in order to delay time, Xian Yaowen ordered two more fried dumpling set meals. He chewed them carefully and thought about how to prepare this little devil.

If you fall behind, you will be beaten. If you don't live up to your expectations and get beaten by others, you deserve it. Xian Yaowen, who believes in the law of the jungle, hates the little devils, but it can't be said that he hates them with teeth. This time he came to Japan purely to inspect the market, and there was no incident. It's better to come happily and leave peacefully without encountering any trouble.

Now that he was in trouble, he would feel uneasy if he didn't deal with the kid who bumped into Ishii's troops.

What kind of army is Ishii's unit? The official establishment is the 731st Epidemic Prevention and Water Supply Unit of the Kwantung Army stationed in Manchuria. 731, they are all fucking beasts. They will be dealt with every time they encounter one.

Wait until the little devil has eaten and left.

Followed, followed all the way to Nishi Waseda 1-chome, and confirmed the little devil's residence.

Buy, shop around, and buy the tools you need. Waiting again, I spent a long night near the little devil's residence until the early morning of May 5th.

assault……

Xian Yaowen and Qi Longque went to the river ditch they had chosen in advance to dispose of some things. They took out the last thing, a bottle of sake, and walked away from the ditch while pouring a few sips into their mouths and onto their clothes. Sprinkle some on it, go to a slightly bustling area, wait for a while, hail a passing taxi, and take a taxi to Azabu's Yuko (legal red light district).

Among men, some information is easier to inquire about, such as the store's operating hours, and the names of the service staff.

Tea Cloth House, the shop that Xian Yaowen found out about.

Masako is said to be a waiter who looks exactly like Setsuko Hara, the top card of Chabuya.

Who is Hara Setsuko?
That was Shouki personally chosen by His Majesty the Emperor for his father, King MacArthur. She was the goddess of the Yamato people and a holy mother recognized by the Japanese. Without her, Hirohito's throne as emperor might have been lost.

Setsuko Hara is much more powerful than special photography heroes such as Ultraman Tiga and Kesai. She is good at the "Pillow Style", a unique skill that can restrain all men in the world. Whenever she calls "Se-chan" affectionately, MacArthur will Can't sit still anymore.

Setsuko Hara is an actress. During the war, she was a popular actress for filming and promoting the "Holy War". During the Pacific War, she filmed "Hawaii Malay Sea Battle", "The Battle of the Sky", "The Watchtower", "Until Movies such as "The Day of Victory" promote the righteousness of fighting for the country and inspire young people in Asia to bravely become pilots of torpedoes and Sakura planes, and to fall into the arms of the God of Sunshine as soon as possible.

Putting aside Hara Setsuko's character and stance, she is definitely a beautiful woman in terms of appearance. Xian Yaowen saw a lot of her photos in the newspaper yesterday afternoon. Not to mention, Hara Setsuko grew up on his Aesthetically speaking, he heard that Masako resembled Setsuko Hara, so he naturally wanted to meet her.

Anyway, everyone is here, no matter who you choose.

After ordering drinks, Xian Yaowen ordered Masako, and then accepted the waiter's recommendation and ordered the store's top brand.

Unexpectedly, when waiting for people to come, the deputy leader was in high spirits, but Masako was carried over by a waiter. From eight meters away, he could smell the smell of alcohol on her body like a rotting corpse. If he saw it correctly, This girl has been reduced to a dead fish.

A dead fish is a dead fish. The corpse can be kept hot, and a dead fish can be dealt with. Besides, he didn't come here with the intention of picking up girls.

The waiter was probably afraid that he would cause trouble, so he put Masako on his sofa seat, bowed, and slipped away with a swish. There was no one to hold him up, and the dead fish collapsed into the back of the sofa with a splat, and his mouth Heyihuan took a breath for a while, muttered a few words of his own incomprehensible language, adjusted his body to find a comfortable position, and soon fell into his lap.

This time, the dead fish is completely dead.

Fortunately, Xian Yaowen has clearly seen Masako's appearance. He can only say that he looks like Setsuko Hara four points, and more than one point should be credited to the makeup artist.

Lifting Masako's head and pulling out his thigh, Xian Yaowen moved his buttocks and sat down next to the deputy leader. He placed one hand naturally on her thigh and reached into the inner pocket of his suit with the other hand to take out his wallet.

"Let's play the question-and-answer game. I'll ask you a question. As long as you answer it seriously, I'll give you 500 yen."

Upon hearing this, the deputy leader immediately fired at Xian Yaowen, "Sir, are you serious?"

Xian Yaowen chuckled and said, "Listen, you have to pay for asking me questions because you asked before you knew the rules. I don't charge you for the first question. Yes, I am serious."

The deputy leader shut his mouth tightly and covered it with his hands. His eyes skillfully added "so scared" to the pitiful look. His professionalism was excellent.

"Hey, what's your name?"

"Yuriko."

Xian Yaowen took out a wad of money and stuffed it into Lily Zi's collar, and then asked: "Real name?"

"Yes."

Xian Yaowen stuffed another one and then asked: "The clothes you are wearing are very beautiful. Where did you buy them?"

"Daimaruziwu Wufu Store."

"Besides Daimaru, which department store do you like to go to?" Another piece of money was stuffed into Yuriko's collar.

"Mitsukoshi."

Xian Yaowen twisted Bai Hezi's collar and pulled it out, leaned forward to take a look, and then let go, "Where did you buy your underwear?"

"Matsuzakaya in Ginza, sir, you can go and have a look. There are real models in the window." Yuriko said ambiguously.

As the neckline became heavier, her mood became better and better. It was so easy to make money.

Xian Yaowen was not interested in Yuriko's proposal. The method of "dressing lightly" to attract business was popular throughout Tokyo. Yesterday evening, he passed several cafes. There were girls in swimsuits leaning at the door. When she passed by, she would ask him Discharge tried to lure him into the store.

"Thank you, I will go, let's continue..."

Xian Yaowen continued to ask questions about Yuriko's daily shopping, and touched on the retail industry in Tokyo through questions one by one. When he couldn't find any answers, he started to ask some questions about Yukoku, and then asked two questions about business, and then immediately changed his mind. Regarding Yuriko's position, he wanted to know whether it was feasible to "secretly" launch sexy models in Tokyo.

The questions came one after another, and before he knew it, all the hundred 500 yen notes in his hand had slipped into Yuriko's collar, but he did not stop and took out three more yen notes to continue asking questions.

When the money reached more than 70,000 yen, he had already emptied Yuriko's belly without any change. He stuffed the last ten thousand yen into Yuriko's collar and ended the question.

Earning 236 US dollars easily, Bai Hezi was very happy. She arranged the banknotes, leaned her head on Xian Yaowen's arm, and stretched out one hand towards his mysterious triangle area.

Snapped!
Before the defensive formation was broken up, Xian Yaowen slapped Yuriko's dirty hands back in the middle of the game.

"Thanks, another day."

　Japanese yen to dollar 360:1
　　
　
(End of this chapter)