You are ordered to support the War of Resistance against Japan; China enters Level 1 combat readines

airport.

Several Chinooks landed slowly, their rotors whipping up clouds of dust.

The aircraft dipped slightly and landed steadily.

The hatch was pulled open with a loud bang.

The Flying Tigers soldiers jumped down one after another, their faces still covered in gunpowder, blood, and dust, but their eyes shone with an alarming brilliance. It was the fierce fighting spirit of winning a great victory and annihilating the Japanese division that they could not hide.

Immediately afterwards, several stretchers were carried down.

On the stretchers lay several dying Japanese officers, covered in blood.

The one at the very front, though covered in blood, his face swollen like a pig's head, and covered in rotten eggs and vegetable leaves, was still recognized by Shen Wang at a glance.

Adachi is twenty-three.

Commander of the 37th Division.

The executioners of the Nanjing Massacre.

Shen Wang's eyes widened instantly.

What the hell!

Did they really capture that old Japanese devil?

Without saying a word, he took a step forward and rushed up, grabbing Anda Twenty-Three's collar and pulling him up sharply.

Adachi Nyūzō was jolted by the brute force and hadn't even seen who it was before—

Snapped!Snapped!

Two crisp, hard slaps landed squarely on his face.

The sound resounded throughout the airport, making the surrounding soldiers feel a sense of satisfaction.

Anda was so badly hit that he saw stars, his head was buzzing, and half of his face went numb instantly.

He struggled to open his eyelids and stared intently at the young Chinese man in front of him, dressed in neat casual clothes, yet exuding an aura that made it hard to breathe.

Who is this young Chinese man dressed in strange clothes?

No, who the hell are you?

"You...baka..."

Anda instinctively cursed out loud, a flash of anger in his eyes.

Shen Wang raised an eyebrow and smiled, a chilling smile.

Oh? Not only do you not hurry up and offer him your other cheek to hit you, but you also dare to glare at him?

Given his behavior, how dare you argue with him?

Snapped!Snapped!

Two more slaps.

Two more slaps, harder, crisper, and more vicious than the last.

Anda Twenty-Three was knocked to the side by the blow, his mouth split open and blood flowed freely, and several of his back teeth were loose and trembling in his mouth.

"Baka? Baka your mother's baka!"

Shen Wang shook his hand and sneered.

"I'll beat you up! I'll collect some interest on the debt from Jinling first!"

Anda was completely stunned by the beating, and the anger in his eyes turned into fear.

This person... is truly ruthless.

Beside him, a captain from the Flying Tigers regiment quickly stepped forward, lowered his voice, and cautiously advised:

"Mr. Shen, the brigade commander has ordered... to send these officers to the hospital for treatment first; they'll be useful if kept alive."

The implication was clear—please don't hit him, it would be difficult to explain if he died.

Shen Wang glanced at the captain, then at Anda, who was barely alive on the stretcher, and waved his hand.

"Take him to the hospital."

He paused, then added:

"Killing him like that is too easy on that old Japanese devil. He should live and face justice!"

"yes!"

The soldiers lifted the stretcher and ran quickly toward the hospital.

As Shen Wang watched Anda's departing figure, the anger in his heart finally subsided a little.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, another Flying Tigers soldier escorted a figure over from a short distance away.

"Mr. Shen, this is a female spy captured alive in Jinan. The brigade commander specifically ordered that she be handed over to you for interrogation."

Shen Wang slowly turned his head.

With just one glance, his gaze froze again.

This time, I was so amazed that I paused.

What the hell!

This woman is so hot!

The woman before me, though her kimono was somewhat disheveled and wrinkled, could not suppress the allure that emanated from her very bones.

Her features were so exquisite they were almost otherworldly; her eyebrows were arched like willow leaves, her almond eyes were watery, her nose was delicate and her lips were cherry-like; her skin was as white as snow, and she was both cold and alluring.

The loose-fitting kimono couldn't hide her breathtaking figure; the curves were perfect, the curves were slender, and the curves were alluring. Every movement, whether still or in motion, exuded a captivating charm.

The most dangerous thing is those eyes.

Her eyes were captivating, alluring yet not weak, beautiful yet not timid, like a pool of spring water hidden within, or a soft knife concealed beneath.

An angelic face.

A devilish figure.

In addition, there's that alluring charm that emanates from within—

Succubus!

Top-tier succubus!

These two words instantly popped into Shen Wang's mind.

Kaohsiung City's Kusada was forced to stand there, but he showed no sign of panic.

She raised her head, looked at Shen Wang, and smiled meaningfully.

This woman seemed to have never been afraid since she was captured.

There's even a bit of... anticipation.

"You must be Mr. Shen?"

She spoke, her Mandarin extremely fluent, even with a slight Beijing accent.

"My name is Kaoshi Kusada, the person in charge of the Special Higher Police Division in Quancheng. It's an honor to meet you."

As she spoke, she gently licked her lips.

That movement was both alluring and seductive, with maximum impact.

Several young soldiers nearby couldn't help but quietly swallow.

Shen Wang stared at her for a few seconds.

Then--

His face instantly darkened.

"Your surname is Kao?"

He gave a cold laugh.

"Damn it, tie this woman up and put her in jail! I'm going to interrogate her properly!"

The smile on Kaohsiung City's Kusada's face froze instantly.

"What?!"

She blurted it out, completely bewildered.

No, they've already identified themselves, what else do you need to interrogate them about?

Logically, shouldn't we go with the flow and engage in close maneuvering?

You were staring at me with wide eyes just a second ago, how come you turned on me so suddenly?!

This script... is completely wrong!

. . .

The secret service prison.

The dim light flickered, and the torches in the corner occasionally crackled.

The air was filled with a damp, rusty smell.

Cao Tian from Kaohsiung City has been kidnapped.

Hmm... the tying is very artistic.

A thick hemp rope hung down from the beam of the cell roof, wrapped around her several times, and finally tied her hands behind her back.

The rope was taut, forcing her to straighten her chest and bend her waist slightly backward.

Most importantly, she could barely put weight on one foot.

With one foot dangling in mid-air, almost all of his body weight was resting on the rope and the tip of his foot.

This semi-suspended state made every muscle in her body tense up, preventing her from relaxing even when she wanted to.

This time, it wasn't Shen Wang who took action personally.

It was Yu Manli.

This former top female agent now stands behind Caotian in Kaohsiung City, carefully inspecting every knot. Her technique is extremely professional, neither too loose nor too tight, just right.

It won't hurt your skin, and you absolutely can't break free.

and……

Yu Manli's pretty face flushed slightly.

She knew perfectly well how her husband liked to tie people up.

That night, she herself was tied up like that, although in the end... cough cough.

She quickly composed herself, checked the last knot, then stepped back a few paces and stood behind Shen Wang.

Shen Wang sat in a chair, legs crossed, holding a cup of tea, looking with amusement at the succubus female agent in front of him, who was bound in an artistic way.

You've got it covered, my old baby!