"Report!"

"Come in!"

"Professor, are you looking for me?" I carefully looked at the furnishings in the room. All the large and small appliances were in order. There was a small door on the right side of the room. The three words written on it made me overjoyed but also disappointed and happy at the same time.

The three words "ground" are the data room. The place I am looking for is very close. But to my disappointment, there is a bed outside the door. This means that this old guy lives here. Although I have already killed him.

I'm planning on it, but this means that I only have one chance. If I don't succeed, they will inevitably cause a commotion the next day if they can't find this old guy, and it will be even more difficult to escape by then.

"Yamamoto-kun, your father already knows the news that you have arrived."

"Thank you for your understanding and reassuring my father." I replied politely.

"Yamamoto-kun, I just received a telegram from the military. The military requested to take a photo of you, of course, a photo of you killing the enemy, so as to encourage more Japanese young people to join the army and come to the battlefield. Your identity has a calling

It's powerful." The professor took a sip of tea and said slowly.

"Hi!" I couldn't refuse, so I could only agree. "Professor, do you sleep here every night?" I stared at the bed, pretending to be confused.

"Yes, sometimes when I suddenly think of something, I can get up and work immediately, which is much more convenient!" This guy thought I was complimenting him, so he spoke in a very humble tone. "Then you are dead!" I said in my heart.

, but there was a look of admiration on my face. After two days of hanging around in the Japanese den, I have now adapted to it. I am neither panicked nor nervous, and I can also control the anger that surges up from time to time.

"Yamamoto-kun, come with me!" I followed him to the playground, where a young Chinese man was already tied up.

"What do you mean?" I was a little stunned, as if I had already foreseen it in my heart.

"Kill him with a bayonet, and I'll take pictures!" A Japanese man held a camera and pointed at me excitedly.

"Go on!" A Type 38 rifle with a bayonet installed was stuffed into my hand. An unprecedented heaviness pressed on my hand and heart. I felt it was difficult to breathe, and a strong sense of helplessness almost swallowed me up.

, the arms tightly wrapped with back muscles were almost bent by the barrel of the gun, and his mind went blank.

"Are you ready?" the excited guy said to me, with a hint of ridicule and ridicule in his tone.

"What should I do?" I was completely panicked. I didn't dare to look at the compatriots who were tied to the stakes, let alone the gleaming bayonets. He and I were neither relatives nor friends, and had nothing to do with each other.

The same ancestors and the same bloodline are like a pair of shackles made of fine steel, binding me tightly at this time. "What should I do? Kill him, or fight to the death, and kill one is enough."

Ben, kill two and earn one.

I was struggling fiercely. Reason and conscience made different choices in my heart. I knew I should kill him, kill this compatriot, because he was certain to die. I could see that he was a captured soldier.

, if he had begged for mercy or shouted for help, maybe I could have done it, but this iron-like man remained silent from beginning to end, and his determined eyes were like the scorching sun, which made me dare not look directly, but all this

Even with all my analysis, I could not strain my arms to pick up the not-heavy gun. I knew that my balance began to lean more and more towards the choice of dying together. Although I knew it was wrong, it seemed that I could no longer do it.

Take control of yourself.

"Fight to the bitter end, fight to the bitter end..." A faint growl passed into my ears, followed the nerves along the eardrum and entered my brain. I raised my head to look for the source of the sound, because I was sure it was not an hallucination.

The dry lips of the soldiers tied to the stakes opened and closed slightly, and weak voices kept flying into my ears, reminding me of my memory. They were a group of men lying in the ward, a group of real people.

Warrior, this voice reminded me of the reason why I came here: I came here for poison gas information, to expose the evil deeds of the Japanese to the world, and so that millions of brothers on the battlefield across the country would no longer suffer.

Under the persecution of poisonous gas, I found a fulcrum and magnified it infinitely so that I could convince myself. I gritted my teeth, took a deep breath, and slowly raised my bayonet.

I picked up the gun and walked towards the soldier. In addition to a trace of fear, what I saw in his eyes was unwillingness and strong unwillingness. I didn't want him to die in peace. A soldier, a real soldier should die on the battlefield.

, wrapped in horse leather, it is simply a shame to be tied up and stabbed to death without any resistance, because such a sacrifice has no value at all, and cannot even waste a bullet from the enemy.

I hesitated, but took the risk and walked to his ear. I lowered my voice and said, "I am a Chinese who sneaked in to destroy this place. For this purpose, my brother was offended." I saw him.

There was a hint of sparkle in his eyes, and he nodded immediately, but his eyes calmed down. Sadness was the only word I could think of.

"Hurry!" the Japanese screamed again.

"Brother, let's go!" I kept my mouth still and whispered in ventriloquism while piercing the bayonet into his heart. The soft heart could not withstand the blade made of steel. The moment it penetrated

, his eyes widened and stared straight at me, as if he was torturing my soul. I held the bayonet that had penetrated the human body and penetrated the wooden stake tightly with both hands, as if this would make him die faster.

A few seconds later, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the look in his eyes had quietly faded. The gray eyeballs with dilated pupils announced the end of my crime, and I collapsed on the ground with relief.

"Well done, you didn't embarrass your father or our Imperial Japanese Army." The professor patted my shoulder and said.

His words didn't penetrate my ears at all, and I didn't even pay attention to him. I couldn't keep myself as calm as I should be. I was confused and restless, hoping for a happy killing to break through the depression in my heart.

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"Asshole, didn't you hear what the professor said?" Another voice squeezed into my ear, the sound was so loud that it almost burst my eardrums.

"It's okay, it's okay, Yamamoto-kun, go back and have a good rest!"

Back in the dormitory, I lay on my bed, my thoughts and mood gradually calmed down.

"Yamamoto-kun, you are so lucky!" The Japanese guy who was sleeping with me said as he took off his hat and revealed his blue scalp.

"What?" I asked puzzled.

"Don't you know? All recruits will be beaten by veterans for no reason, but you are not. Do you know why? Haha, because the professor has given instructions in advance!"

"Why should we beat recruits?" I felt that such a rule was completely unreasonable, but later I learned that this is true in many countries in the world, including the United States, which advocates freedom and democracy, and the beatings were not taken lightly, and some were even beaten.

He was beaten until he was unconscious, but no one reported it, and it gradually became a tradition.

"Who knows, maybe people can't realize their potential unless they are squeezed." The guy took off his shoes and put them where they should be.

"Oh!" I didn't know what to say, so I could only echo, "There are still eight days. After eight days, there will be an explosion on the Nighthawk side, and if we fail, the difficulty will definitely increase.

, now that the data room has been found, all that is left to do is to plan all this and then take action. First, I have to enter the laboratory building, kill the professor, get the files, and then detonate the gunpowder arranged in advance to level the place.

. But to do this, I must cooperate with the captain and the others. In other words, I must go out or let the captain and the others come in!" Thinking of this, I turned my attention to the Japanese around me. Soldiers are not allowed to do whatever they want here.

He was out, and if I wanted to do something, I had to kill him first, and it had to be reasonable and not arouse others' suspicion.
Chapter completed!