My own war game

Chapter 318 Hirado's Observations
At the end of July, in Hirado City, Kyushu, an evacuation ship with a special sign entered the port.

The scene in Japan at this time was completely different. The "海行かば" (If I Go to the Sea) that was often played on the dock in the past could no longer be heard. Wounded soldiers, businessmen, and panic-stricken expatriates were crowded together, and everyone felt an inexplicable fear about their future fate.

You could even see people arguing on the dock.

"Pah!" A crisp sound rang out, attracting the attention of people nearby.

"Baga! How dare you treat me like this! I'm on equal footing with the garrison commander outside, and now you're asking me to pass by." A big slap hit the face of the man dressed as a waiter, and a red handprint was clearly imprinted on it.

The boy who was beaten didn't resist at all. He kept bowing and apologizing. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Okubo, there are really no rickshaws here now. I'll take your luggage. Please take a few steps."

"Damn it, how could this happen? Has the empire become so depressed now?" The businessman in wooden clogs and a kimono complained angrily.

The police who were maintaining order at the dock looked at each other and read the same message in each other's eyes - another fool who had just returned from North Korea or China and couldn't see the situation clearly.

The situation in Japan has now deteriorated to the extreme. In order to urgently need resources, the government has recycled all daily necessities in the hands of the people. The rickshaws happen to have the three most urgently needed items - iron products, rubber and copper.

Not to mention the port, there are probably only a few rickshaws left in the entire Kyushu.

The stylish waiter carried all the luggage and led the way respectfully in front, while the boss followed behind with a look of indignation.

The two men walked through the intersecting streets and came to a narrow alley, where they stopped in front of a house that looked like a warehouse.

A plaque that had become dim due to its age was hung on it, with the three words "Fei Niao Wu" written in crooked official script. A thin man ran out to greet them.

"Boss, you're back. I haven't seen you for a year and you're even more charming than before. Congratulations." Watanabe, who was wearing a manager's uniform, bent down deeply.

To outsiders, Asukaya is a local grocery store, but in fact it is an important base of the New Japan National Army intelligence organization in Kitakyushu. From the boss to the waiters, all of them are spies under Iikuni Kojiro.

"Boss, everyone at the intelligence station is here. Please give them a lecture."

Inside the cargo terminal, Watanabe, who had just been transferred back to China half a year ago, bowed again. He seemed more at ease than when he was in Paris. After doubling the number of staff under him, he had begun to have the aura of a superior.

"Have all the goods arrived?" He Chi, who had changed his disguise, sat casually aside, fiddling with a black lacquerware.

"Hai! According to your request, all equipment will be assembled. The last batch will arrive tomorrow night."

"Take me to see it"

"Hai, please follow me." Watanabe picked up a flashlight and led the way in small steps.

A large storeroom was opened, revealing a staircase leading downstairs.

"Sir, please be careful with your steps." Watanabe led the way with a flashlight.

The basement was also opened, and a fermented and musty smell hit the face. The strong and pungent smell made He Chi couldn't help but cover his nose.

There were many water tanks and large wooden boxes placed side by side in the dim room, with unknown and suspicious liquids flowing all over the floor and emitting a rotten smell.

The water tank was visibly filled with some granular and sticky substances, some of which had begun to string together - all of them were fermented soy products.

Watanabe carefully walked around the water tank and moved the boxes at the back, revealing a number of metal objects - those were broadcasting equipment.

He Chi looked at the little man opposite with interest. He had to say that Watanabe was really good at intelligence. It took less than a week from the time the equipment was smuggled to the time it was set up, and they found such a place to hide it. I believe no one would have thought that there was a key device hidden in a pile of stinky beans.

"Sir, there is something I don't understand." Watanabe looked at He Chi's face and finally expressed his doubts.

"You say." He Chi did not refuse directly.

"Broadcast communications are difficult to encrypt. Once we activate these devices, they will be quickly located by the Japanese security forces. In this case, our site..."

"I'll let you know when the time is right."

"Hai! I have overstepped my authority."

"Where is the special talent you were asked to find?"

"We have found a suitable candidate and are in contact with him. I believe we will have a result soon."
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In Hirado City, high school student Chiba Miyoko had just returned home from school when she saw a man standing outside her house carrying something, and her mother kept bowing and apologizing at the door.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Sato, to trouble you, but we really don't have any extra metal at home. We only have one pot, and I have to cook for the children..."

“Madam, I’m in a difficult situation too. Our town also has a quota. You can’t let me go empty-handed every time…” The man spoke in an official tone, his eyes occasionally glancing at his mother’s chest.

Miyoko knew him, Sato Senbei, who was a recycling committee member of the town, and he always harassed her mother under the pretext of recycling metals.

Even the door locks and fences were removed and handed over. Where is the metal? This guy clearly wants to...

Thinking of this, Midori clenched her fists tightly.

At this time, Sato Senbei felt that the time was almost right, so he put his hand on the shoulder of the widowed Mrs. Chiba and said with a smile, "If you really don't have anything, it's not impossible to discuss..."

"Take your hands away!" A loud shout rang out, and Midori rushed between the two men.

"Don't you want metal? I'll give it to you!" Midori glared at the other person, ran into the house, and soon came out with a palm-sized metal medal.

The medal says: Kitakyushu Region Excellent Anawunsa Selection Youth Division Winner (Kitakyushu Region Announcer Selection Youth Group Winner)
This is what Midori cherishes most, but now she can no longer care about it.

"Oh, isn't this Midori? She's grown so big." Being caught in the act, Sato Senbei showed an embarrassed smile on his face.

But then he weighed the medal in his hand and said, "This is not enough. But never mind. Uncle and your father are friends. Let's stop here for now."

The other party stuffed the medal into his arms, smiled and waved goodbye, "I will come again next week, please be ready then."

When the annoying guy disappeared into the street, Mrs. Chiba collapsed to the ground.

Midori hugged her crying mother and made a decision in her heart.

The next day, Midori did not go to school, but sneaked out and went into an alley.

"Do the conditions you stated last time still count?" In front of Asukaya, Miyoko asked Mr. Watanabe across the street, biting her lip.

(End of this chapter)