Period drama: Old Cao's carefree life

Chapter 51 It's time to think about myself and my family.

Cao Wei Da almost burst out laughing like a pig. Damn it, when it comes to shamelessness, you really have to look to the Japanese.

"Mr. Matsui has devoted himself to the country with great effort and pioneering spirit, which I admire very much."

"With Commander Matsui as a role model, I believe no one would dare to outwardly comply but inwardly defy him."

Matsui Koji beamed with joy at the compliment and patted him on the shoulder, saying:
"Work hard! We are always very generous to our friends, and we will never forget those who have made contributions to the Great Japanese Empire!"

Haha, you say it's better than any singing, I really believed your lies.

"Thank you for your trust, Matsui-kun. I will serve you all with utmost devotion, even unto death!"

Matsui Koji was even more satisfied. They didn't care whether someone was loyal to the empire or not; loyalty to them was what he liked to see most.

"Hey, Cao-san, don't forget tonight's operation."

"Yes! Don't worry, Matsui-kun, everything has been arranged!"

That evening, a transaction involving more than 200,000 silver dollars was quietly taking place.

The process went smoothly, just like the first transaction; Fujita and his team had already arranged everything perfectly.

After the transaction was completed, Cao Weida quietly headed home, only to encounter two lone Japanese soldiers on the way.

Cao Weida's eyes lit up immediately. This was his KPI! He hadn't even met his KPI for the night yet!

But in the end, he resisted the temptation. This road was his way home, and if something happened to those two Japanese devils, Fujita and the others would definitely suspect him.

Once suspected, no matter how easy-going or how much they called him brothers, Fujita and his group will never trust him again, and may even want to get rid of him.

After all, there is a fundamental difference between an obedient dog and a hungry wolf that can turn on you at any time.

After returning home, Cao Weida felt increasingly cheated. He tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. He felt he was losing out no matter how he thought about it, if he didn't meet his KPI.

He rolled over and got up, skillfully pulled out the night clothes that had been with him through thick and thin for a long time from his spatial storage, and quietly slipped out under the cover of night.

Two hours later, Cao Weida returned refreshed and in high spirits. He glanced at the system, which had added ten more "slacking points," and couldn't help but smile.

Ever since the Japanese devils stopped daring to act alone, he took advantage of his position to memorize the addresses of many Japanese devils. Any Japanese devils who committed heinous crimes were marked by him. If he didn't meet his KPIs, these beasts would be his source of income to make up for them.

But as the saying goes, if you walk the dark road too often, you're bound to encounter a ghost.

Cao Weida had infiltrated the Japanese soldiers' residences to kill them more than once before. However, because he had space to store the bodies, he always broke their necks directly without leaving any bloodstains or traces. In addition, he erased the traces and never chose a single area when selecting targets.

So even if someone goes missing, no one knows the specifics. Maybe they went to another place or returned to their hometown?

But this time something unexpected happened.

It wasn't that Cao Weida left any evidence, but rather that the son of this Japanese soldier worked in the military police and would come back every few days.

The day after Cao Wei Da left, the Japanese soldiers from the military police went back to visit their parents, only to find that they were gone!
As a member of the military police, he was well aware that during this period, there were frequent reports of Japanese soldiers disappearing without a trace, whether alive or dead.

After asking his neighbors but getting no information, he immediately realized something was wrong and ran back to the military police headquarters to report the matter to his superior.

The commander-in-chief naturally knew the seriousness of the matter, so he immediately began a population census of the Japanese soldiers in Beiping.

The investigation revealed that, in addition to the families of soldiers from the military police headquarters, twelve other families had gone missing.

Further investigation revealed that three of the families had gone to Shanghai, one had returned to their hometown, and the whereabouts of the remaining eight families were unknown.

Upon seeing the report, Commander-in-Chief Miyamoto Ichiro was instantly enraged.

"idiot!"

Papapapa~~
"Bagya Road!!"

Papapapa~~
"Such a huge thing happened and you didn't know anything about it! You're all utterly useless! Useless!!"

Papapapa~~
Commander-in-Chief Miyamoto Ichiro slapped Nao Tazono, the chief advisor of the police station, across the face with both hands.

Nao Tani stood ramrod straight. After being slapped, she not only dared not dodge, but also had to "meet the slap head-on," displaying the kind of heroic spirit of a warrior going to his death.

Ono Oda stood to the side with his head bowed, seemingly oblivious to everything.

Anyway, it wasn't him who got slapped, so he didn't feel any pain in his cheek. He was still basking in the joy of making a fortune after dividing the spoils last night.

Nao Tayuan was his superior, and he held the title of Chief Advisor of the Beiping Police Bureau. Logically speaking, he should have been nervous to see his superior being punished. After all, if the higher-ups were upset, they would definitely take it out on their subordinates.

In reality, Nao Tazono's background is not that great. She was only able to take the title of chief advisor because she was just a target chosen by these second-generation rich kids to take the fall.

If they achieve results, they get the lion's share of the benefits, but if they suffer any setbacks, he, as their boss, takes the blame.

For example, now that such a big thing has happened, the first person Miyamoto Ichiro sought out was Dazon Nao, the chief advisor, while the rest of the group watched from the sidelines. At this moment, Dazon Nao's head was swollen, she was filled with fear, her face was numb from being slapped, and blood was dripping from the corner of her mouth, but she couldn't care less.

Eight Japanese residents who had settled in Beiping went missing, plus the previously missing patrol members, ronin, and the like, bringing the total to about twenty people!
The crucial point is that they found absolutely no clues!
Miyamoto Ichiro stopped, panting, and shook his numb hand. Force is reciprocal; the hand that had slapped Nao Tanimoto was also numb from the impact.

"Nao Tazono was transferred from the military to the police station because of your abilities!"

"But is this the result you've given me?! Do you think you've lived up to the trust I placed in you?!"

"The soldiers and civilians of my great Japanese Empire did not die on the battlefield, but were assassinated by the enemy. After all this time, you still haven't found out how they did it!! Don't you feel ashamed?!"

"Hai!" Nao Tamago bent over in fear, her swollen face pulling at her wounds, and her words were indistinct:

"Nao Tazumori has failed your trust. I am filled with fear and trepidation. Please, Commander, give me a little more time. I will definitely bring the murderer to justice!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at Ono Oda out of the corner of his eye, and resentment began to grow in his heart.

Why!
I don't get much of the good stuff, but I always end up taking the blame!
But immediately, he buried that resentment deep within himself.

Ono Oda has a powerful background and strong backing. He rose from humble beginnings, so to these powerful figures, the title of chief advisor is nothing but a fart!

"Give me a specific timeframe for how long it will take!"

Nao opened her mouth, her mind, still somewhat dazed from being slapped, racing wildly.

One week?
He had absolutely no confidence.

A month?

Miyamoto Ichiro could kill him!
Half a month?
Hopefully, that damn murderer will make a mistake!

"Commander, please give me half a month. I will definitely find the real culprit!"

"You must not only catch the murderer, but also find the missing soldiers and civilians!!" Miyamoto Ichiro breathed heavily. "To be found neither alive nor dead is a disgrace to the Great Japanese Empire! A disgrace!!"

"You are the Imperial Police Chief Advisor appointed by the Empire, and you bear the glory of the Empire on your shoulders! The Emperor's gaze has always been on us!!"

"Hai! Commander, rest assured, I will definitely find the murderer, and find the heroes and the people!"

Miyamoto Ichiro's face darkened; he was clearly dissatisfied with the answer. He couldn't even guarantee that he would commit seppuku if he failed the mission—what a useless piece of trash!
He glanced at Ono Oda and the other branch office advisors, but ultimately did not force them to say those words.

Although Nao Tazono was quite incompetent in this matter, she was chosen as the chief consultant partly because someone needed to take the blame, and partly because she was indeed quite capable.

If he ultimately fails to find the murderer, is he really going to let the other person commit seppuku?
When the time comes, who will be chosen to take the blame?

"Alright, go down now. Remember, you only have half a month!"

"Hayi!"

Nao Tazon respectfully stepped back until she left the room.

After leaving the military police headquarters, Nao Tazono's respectful expression vanished instantly, replaced by venomous resentment as she got into the car.

He deliberately didn't say he wanted to commit seppuku. He's a smart man. If he weren't smart, he wouldn't have been able to get to where he is now, given his status as a commoner.

Because he was intelligent, he knew all too well what his future would hold.

Reaching the position of chief advisor, with the title of colonel, is basically the pinnacle that someone of his background could achieve.

To rise further, besides achieving extraordinary merit that is hard to come by, the only way is to become a vassal of a powerful figure.

To put it nicely, they were retainers; to put it bluntly, they were slaves!

He didn't mind being a lackey; after all, the Japanese had a tradition of servility.

Unfortunately, there are too many people who want to be lackeys; it's not his turn.

As for great achievements, everyone says they are rare and hard to come by, so where can he possibly seek them out?

He's no longer a passionate young man; his passion has long since evaporated.

What loyalty to the Emperor, what bullshit imperial glory, are all bullshit in his eyes!
All he wants now is to maintain his position and enjoy his wealth and luxury.

"Drive to Yandaixie Street."

"Hai!" The driver kept his eyes straight ahead, showing no emotional fluctuation whatsoever, as if he were blind to his superior's swollen face.

The car started moving slowly. Nao Tazami looked out the window at the receding scenery and said softly, in a voice only she could hear:

"I've risked my life for the empire for so many years, and in the end, I'm just a scapegoat. I've done my duty to the empire. Now, it's time to think about myself and my family."

(End of this chapter)