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Guan Xue nodded slightly, standing ramrod straight, and said crisply, "Yes! I have undergone three years of special training in the mainland and have been fortunate to be nurtured by my master. I have come here on orders and will obey Lord Gangcun's commands."

She was a Manchurian who was kidnapped by the Japanese during the Manchurian Incident. By chance, she was taken in as a disciple by a veteran intelligence chief and received the most rigorous special training in Tokyo.

Shooting, demolition, intelligence gathering, disguise, and close combat—it has been honed into a sharp blade from the inside out.

According to the original plan, after the special training, she was supposed to return to Harbin to take charge of the intelligence agency there.

Unexpectedly, a sudden change occurred at the last minute. Her master issued a transfer order, sending her directly to North China, right to Gangcun.

Okamura nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over her, his satisfaction undisguised.

With such looks, such skill, and such decisiveness, he is perfect for infiltration and sabotage.

"I called you here for two things."

Okamura picked up a top-secret document from the table and tapped the paper heavily with his fingertip.

"First, I have received top-secret intelligence that a batch of grain has been secretly transported to Jiaodong City recently, totaling tens of millions of catties. Your mission is to destroy this batch of grain."

"What?"

Guan Xue suddenly looked up, a look of surprise appearing on her usually composed face for the first time.

It's not the difficulty of the task that's surprising, but the number itself.

Tens of millions of kilograms of grain?

How is that possible?

She grew up on this land and knows the situation in North China better than anyone else.

Years of war, natural disasters, and man-made calamities have led to widespread famine and death. Not to mention tens of millions of kilograms, even hundreds of thousands of kilograms of grain would be an astronomical figure that could affect all sides.

The Eighth Route Army was under heavy blockade, and its base areas were extremely poor. How could they possibly conjure up tens of millions of kilograms of grain out of thin air?

Seeing her surprised expression, Okamura smiled but didn't explain further.

"This is the first test I'm giving you."

Okamura's tone turned serious, his gaze sharp as an eagle, staring at her as he spoke each word clearly.

"Tell the headquarters, the Special Higher Police, and the Military Police Battalion what you need!"

"Don't let me down, and even more so, don't let your master down."

Guan Xue's heart skipped a beat. She immediately composed herself, her jaw tightened, and she gave another crisp military salute, her voice ringing out: "Yes, sir! This subordinate will certainly not fail in his mission!"

. . .

Deep in a quiet alley in Beiping (Beijing), a Japanese-style courtyard surrounded by gray bricks had its iron gate tightly shut. Above the gate hung an inconspicuous wooden plaque with only one character inscribed on it—

snow.

This was the new intelligence agency personally approved by Okamura, which was directly responsible to the commander and wielded immense power.

Following the Japanese's usual straightforward approach, it was named after its commander and called "Snow Agency".

Guan Xue stepped into the courtyard gate in her high-top military boots, the soles of her boots striking the bluestone slabs with a crisp, rhythmic sound.

She glanced at the officers and soldiers standing in the courtyard, all dressed in the same khaki Japanese military uniforms, with full shoulder and collar insignia. They were all legitimate Imperial Army officers, not a single puppet soldier.

A slight smile played at the corners of her lips, and a hint of charm shone in the corners of her eyes, but her mind was perfectly clear.

Okamura didn't lie to her; what he gave her wasn't just an empty shell, but a real, powerful organization that could command the Japanese soldiers.

"Yo-ho, you're Commander Guan Xue? You're quite the beauty, looks like the brothers are in luck."

A nonchalant voice came from the side, and a Japanese officer wearing captain's epaulets strolled over.

His gaze swept back and forth across Guan Xue's waist and face, his tone undisguisedly flippant, completely disregarding this Chinese woman.

In Tanabe's view, this woman had probably climbed up the ranks through her looks and connections, just like those female officers in the puppet army who fawned over the Imperial Army.

Let alone a captain, even an ordinary Japanese lieutenant would dare to put on airs in front of a puppet army division commander.

Even if a Chinese woman becomes the head of an agency, how much influence can she possibly have?

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

Guan Xue raised her hand and slapped the captain hard across the face.

The movement was as fast as lightning, but the force was no less, causing the captain's head to snap to one side, his ears ringing.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

The dozen or so Japanese officers in the courtyard were all frozen in place, staring in disbelief at the scene before them.

Tianbian was stunned by the blow; his head was jerked to one side, and the cigarette flew out of his hand, bouncing twice on the blue brick ground, scattering sparks everywhere.

He covered his face and turned around in disbelief, only to see Guan Xue still waving her hand, her wrist so slender it could hardly be held.

"Baka yarou!"

Tianbian roared furiously, the veins on his neck bulging.

He served in the army for seven years and was a tyrant in the North China intelligence agency for three years. No one dared to say a harsh word to him, let alone be beaten.

And this pretty young woman in front of him, a Chinese! A damned Chinese woman! How dare she hit him, a captain in the Imperial Japanese Army?

Even the puppet army division commander in the city had to bow and scrape before him; this woman was simply outrageous!

Tanabe instinctively took a step forward, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, his lips moving as if he wanted to squeeze out even dirtier words from between his teeth.

Guan Xue did not withdraw.

She didn't even raise an eyebrow; she simply and slowly withdrew her hand and gently rubbed her right wrist with her left thumb.

Hitting someone is also a skill. You have to flick your wrist decisively, and the force has to reach your fingertips, but you can't hurt your tendons and bones. My master taught me all of this.

"What, you're not convinced?"

Guan Xue's voice was not loud, and even had a hint of laziness, which was very pleasant to listen to.

"I refuse to accept this..."

Just as Tian Bian opened his mouth, Guan Xue's hand was already there again.

This time it was a backhand slap, the back of my hand striking his other cheek, even harder than the first one.

The blow sent Tian Bian staggering half a step, his back slamming against a pillar, shaking off a few dry ivy leaves.

then.

"Snapped!"

Another forehand strike.

Fingerprints overlapped, and Tianbian's nose finally started bleeding, flowing down his philtrum into the corner of his mouth, and then dripping down his chin onto the chest of his military uniform.

Guan Xue took a step forward, slightly raised her chin, and tapped her epaulettes with her fingertips:

"Look closely, I am a major."

Everyone present understood: Major, not Colonel.

A major in the Imperial Army is an officer who has been trained at the Imperial Army University, registered at the Imperial General Headquarters, and awarded a military rank by the Emperor.

The "majors" in the puppet army were just honorary titles casually bestowed by the Japanese for the sake of management convenience.

Although these two words sound similar, they are worlds apart.

In the rigid, iron-tower-like hierarchical order of the Japanese army, even a captain, no matter how senior or meritorious, had to stand at attention and salute when he saw a major, let alone speak to him in a frivolous tone.

If you really want to be serious, Guan Xue could shoot him on the spot and still not find fault with him.

Tanabe's earlier rage vanished instantly, replaced by a deep-seated fear.

He abruptly slammed his heels together, his body stiffened like a board, his head lowered deeply, and he forced out a "Hey!" through clenched teeth.

"Snapped!"

He was met with another crisp slap.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"