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Shen Wang left the prison.

Although that woman was absolutely gorgeous, he had more important things to do.

lottery!

A ten-pull with diamonds, isn't that much more fun than Japanese girls?

He felt a surge of joy in his heart, and his steps became lighter.

Last time I pulled the Fifth and Sixth Masters, this time I'm guaranteed an SSR with a diamond-level reward, what kind of god-like thing will I pull?

A combined arms brigade? Or should we just send a few J-20 fighter jets?

As Shen Wang walked, he rubbed his hands together, preparing to find a quiet place to enjoy the moment.

They hadn't gone far when they encountered a group of Flying Tigers soldiers.

A group of people were carrying several large boxes, which looked quite heavy, and they were sweating profusely as they carried them.

Shen Wang glanced at it and casually asked, "What is it?"

The captain in charge immediately stopped and saluted:

"Reporting to Mr. Shen! These are documents and supplies seized from the Japanese Army Headquarters in Quancheng, as well as personal belongings and photographs of Adachi Twenty-Three and his group of Japanese officers."

"The brigade commander ordered that the goods be transported back to Zhicheng and handed over to the intelligence section for deciphering to see if any classified information could be extracted."

Shen Wang nodded and casually said:

"Okay, go ahead."

He continued walking forward.

But he had only taken two steps.

His steps suddenly stopped.

The air seemed to be momentarily severed by an invisible hand.

and many more.

wrong!

He turned around abruptly and looked at the backs of the soldiers.

"Hello!"

The soldiers immediately stopped and turned around in unison.

Shen Wang quickly turned back, a frightening light flashing in his eyes, his tone becoming several degrees heavier:

"You just said... what's in here?"

The captain was startled by his gaze and hesitated for a second before answering:

"Reporting to Mr. Shen, we have documents and items seized from the Japanese headquarters, as well as... personal belongings and photos of those Japanese soldiers, including Adachi Nūzō..."

photo?

A photo of Adachi Twenty-Three?

Shen Wang's eyes lit up instantly.

Anda Twenty-Three was one of the executioners who participated in the killings in Nanjing back then.

Will there be any photos of Nanjing? If so...

At this thought, his heart pounded, and his voice rose uncontrollably as he looked at the large boxes:

"Move all of these things to my room! I want to inspect them myself!"

The captain paused for a moment, then roared without hesitation:

"yes!"

Although he didn't know why Mr. Shen was suddenly so agitated, with the brigade commander absent, Mr. Shen's orders were the highest directives of the Jin-Southeast Military Region!

Moreover, the Flying Tigers regiment was essentially Shen Wang's private army; even if the brigade commander were present, they would still listen to Shen Wang.

The group immediately changed direction, carrying several heavy boxes, and headed straight for Shen Wang's residence.

……

in the room.

Several large boxes were lined up in a row, taking up almost half of the room.

Shen Wang stood in front of the box, with a row of Flying Tiger Regiment soldiers standing behind him.

"Let's all search together, focusing only on the photos; leave the other files for now."

"Take out all the photos, regardless of size, whether they are black and white or yellowed."

"yes!"

The soldiers immediately got to work, opening the boxes, searching, and sorting.

The papers rustled as items were carried out one by one:

Stacks of Japanese documents, military maps, encrypted telegram drafts, pocket watches, fountain pens, medals, sashes, command swords, personal diaries...

Amidst the chaos, someone suddenly shouted:

"Found it!"

A stack of photos, roughly bound together with old hemp rope, was handed to Shen Wang.

Shen Wang reached out and took it, his fingertips sinking slightly.

He took a deep breath and turned to the first page.

The first picture is of Adachi Nyuzo standing in front of an ancient Chinese building.

In the photo, Adachi Nyūzō, dressed in a crisp general's uniform and carrying a command sword, stands in front of a traditional Chinese building, chest out, head held high, smiling with a smug and self-satisfied air.

The writing on the plaque was blurry, but Shen Wang's heart clenched at just one glance.

Nanjing Confucius Temple!

Shen Wang's hand trembled slightly.

He continued flipping through the pages.

The second image shows several Japanese officers sitting around a table laden with food and wine. They are raising their glasses and laughing at the camera. In the background, the street outside the window can be vaguely seen, with several corpses lying on it.

The third picture shows a group of Japanese soldiers standing in front of a city gate, with the Japanese flag hanging on the city wall and a high pile of things at their feet.

The moment he saw it clearly, Shen Wang's pupils suddenly contracted.

Those are human heads!

They treated the heads of Chinese people as trophies, using them as stepping stones for photos.

The fourth one, the fifth one, the sixth one...

more and more.

The photos contain everything.

Some people took photos at scenic spots and historical sites, such as Xuanwu Lake, Jiming Temple, and the ancient city wall. Every scenic spot in Nanjing became a backdrop for these demons to show off their "kung fu".

There were also victory banquets, city entry ceremonies, and people jokingly embracing the women they had abducted.

But even more numerous are photos of murders.

A photograph: Adachi Nyūzō stands beside a huge pit filled with layers upon layers of corpses.

He leaned on his military knife, tilted his head slightly, and smiled calmly at the camera, as if admiring a masterpiece.

The reverse side bears a line of Japanese text: "Outside Jinling City, December of the twelfth year of Showa 12."

Another image: A Chinese man is bound and kneeling on the ground, a bayonet about to pierce his body. His eyes are wide open and his mouth is agape, frozen in the moment of his desperate scream.

Adachi Twenty-Three stood to the side, smoking a cigarette, watching indifferently.

There is another picture: a densely packed group of civilians, men, women, and children, are tied together with hemp ropes, with Japanese soldiers holding rifles behind them.

The back only has one line of small print: "A souvenir before execution."

Also, there were photos of a bunch of women's corpses.

Several of the images were even more offensive to look at.

The woman, her clothes torn to shreds, lay sprawled on the ground, covered in wounds, and already lifeless.

Adachi Nyūzō stood beside the corpse, a satisfied yet cruel smile playing on his lips.

and also……

and also……

Some of the photos even have blood on them!

The bloodstains had dried and turned dark brown, but they were still shocking to behold.

Shen Wang flipped through the pages one by one, his face growing darker with each page he turned.

Some of the photos had notes written in Japanese—

"Entry Ceremony into Nanjing, December 13th, Showa 12 (1943)"

"A sweep was conducted outside the city, resulting in the deaths of several Chinese soldiers."

"Prisoners were dealt with, approximately three hundred people."

"A mass grave outside the city, a souvenir."

"..."

There was no repentance.

There was no cover-up.

There was no fear.

Only a group of demons, wielding butcher knives, smile as they record their crimes in front of the camera.

Shen Wang flipped through the pages one by one.

With each page he turned, his expression grew more somber.

He stared intently at the photograph in his hand; it was a picture of Adachi Nyūzō standing in front of a pile of corpses.

The corpses were piled up as high as a small mountain, numbering at least a hundred.

Some of the corpses were dressed in civilian clothes, some were naked, and some were mutilated.

Adachi Nyūzō stood in front, leaning on his military sword, with a smile on his face.

He wanted to kill someone.

He wanted to rush up to Anda Twenty-Three right now and kill that beast with his own hands.

Cut him one slice at a time, and he'll pay back every drop of the blood he owes.