Lu Qinghong and Tan Xinyi never imagined that one day they would actually perform a spy mission.

They used to be members of the Military Police, but were later transferred to the Special Operations Group.

In their impression, there are no good people if they are agents.

However, although some were not happy, the salary and benefits of the action team were very good, which allowed them to stay with peace of mind.

But today I have to come to Wuhan to perform a mission?

Kidnapping? Murder?

The two people traveled from Nanjing to Wuhan. They were natural enemies, and their bickering never stopped.

When he got off the train, Lu Qinghong was carrying a large cello case. What was inside was not a musical instrument, but a 1924 shotgun.

This weapon equipped with an optical second sight is the best sniper rifle of this era.

They don't know what they want to do in Wuhan.

But the most important rule of the Special Operations Group is:

Unconditional obedience!

A young man came over, took a look at their clothes, then looked at the large piano case in Lu Qinghong's hand, and asked in a low voice: "Are the two bosses from Shanghai?"

Ah, this is a code.

The two people who were on a mission for the first time were obviously not used to such a connection. They were startled for a moment before Lu Qinghong said: "No, they are from my hometown."

"Come with me." He Guangtao looked to the side and quickly took them away from the train station...

…

Meng Shaoyuan put on a kimono.

I looked in the mirror and found no flaws except that I was taller than the average Japanese.

With the addition of Nidanhu and pure and fluent Japanese, unless he explains it himself, anyone will think that he is a real Japanese.

I read the information all night yesterday and my eyes were red.

But I'm in good spirits.

He Guangtao and others have done a very solid job. They found many important clues in the case of Nasri's disappearance.

If those arrogant French people could be more humble, put down their so-called airs and cooperate with Li Xingshe, perhaps this case would have achieved a major breakthrough.

It is a pity that for the "noble" French and Chinese to cooperate, it is simply an incredible thing for them.

Meng Shaoyuan put on his clogs and walked out.

The Japanese concession in Hankou is relatively prosperous, and there are many Japanese living there.

The murder of Alfonso and his wife has caused a lot of discussion here, but the Japanese expats firmly believe in the government's explanation that the disappearance and murder of the French couple has nothing to do with the Japanese Concession.

The Japanese would never do such a thing.

Meng Shaoyuan would politely nod to the Japanese he saw along the way, and even say hello politely.

It was his first time to come to the Hankou Concession, and it was not easy to find the address and target he was looking for.

"Momoyasu Noma, 43 years old, a ronin, a native of Kagoshima, has been in Wuhan for five years... has an obvious big pimple on his left cheek, and is slightly chubby... he often drinks in Mrs. Takase's izakaya

A day of drinking... is suspected of committing a major crime..."

This is the information found by He Guangtao.

Izakaya is a place that Japanese people often like to go to. The consumption there is low and a meal does not cost much compared to restaurants.

Meng Shaoyuan finally found Mrs. Takase's izakaya.

There isn't even a signboard.

However, the aroma of grilled octopus is still a bit tempting.

"You have worked hard."

As soon as I entered, a Japanese woman in her fifties immediately greeted me and bowed: "Are you alone?"

"Yes, alone." Meng Shaoyuan's eyes quickly glanced around the izakaya: "I am Jun Hirata who just came to China."

"Hirata-kun, thank you for your hard work."

A middle-aged Japanese man who looked like a ronin was sitting there drinking.

There is a mole on the left cheek and the figure is slightly chubby.

Fully qualified.

"Noma-kun." Meng Shaoyuan shouted happily.

Noma Momoyasu raised her head with a confused look on her face: "Who are you?"

"I am Jun Hirata, have you forgotten? I am from the Hirata family in Kagoshima."

"Ah, from the Hirata family, yes, yes..."

Which Hirata family is it?

Noma Moyasu was thinking desperately in her mind.

It seems there is a Hirata family, what is his name?

His memory was really blurry.

"It's been five years, you've been gone for five years." Meng Shaoyuan couldn't be happier: "The last time I saw you, I was just a child."

Well, I have been away from my hometown for too long.

Noma Momoyasu no longer had any doubts, but she sighed in her heart that she didn't even know anyone in her hometown.

"Toshi Hirata, you are so old." Momoya Noma also showed a smile on his face: "It's great to meet you here."

The knuckles are thick and strong, the kimono is very old and has holes in it, and the pair of wooden geta placed underneath have long been in tatters.

Life is not easy.

Meng Shaoyuan already had a preliminary judgment in his mind.

Whether in Shanghai, Wuhan, or Guangzhou, there are a large number of Japanese ronin, and most of these Japanese ronin live a very unsatisfactory life, hanging around day after day.

"Mrs. Takase." Meng Shaoyuan said immediately: "It is really a pleasure to meet my elders here. Is there any quiet place where we can talk alone?"

Mrs. Takase was a little embarrassed.

This kind of izakaya is for people who don't have much money to eat, and they have no elegant space. The boss or the proprietress prepares food for them and lets them take it by themselves.

Somewhat like a Chinese barbecue stall.

"ah."

Meng Shaoyuan took out a few Japanese yen: "Mrs. Takase, please."

"You are so kind."

Mrs. Takase thought for a moment: "I can give you the room I live in, and I will bring it in for you if you need it."

"Thank you so much."

When Meng Shaoyuan spoke, he paid special attention to the expressions of the people around him.

When she saw that she had taken out the money, Noma Momoyasu's eyes immediately lit up.

…

The room is small, but enough for two people to eat.

Meng Shaoyuan ordered two bottles of sake, and without asking what he wanted to eat, he told Mrs. Takase that no matter what delicious food there was, just bring it.

Noma Momoyasu was in high spirits.

The poor money in his pocket had not allowed him to eat so happily for a long time.

"Please, I must treat you to a happy meal today."

Meng Shaoyuan wanted to be as enthusiastic as possible and took out a pack of cigarettes and put them in front of Noma Moyasu.

"Jun, it looks like you are doing well."

As he ate, drank, and smoked, Noma Moyasu's name changed.

"Fortunately, I work in a detective agency now."

"Detective agency?" Noma Momoyasu was startled.

"Ah, yes, we are mainly responsible for some personal affairs." Meng Shaoyuan was a lier who never blinked: "Our business is mainly in Manchuria, Fujiguchi Takeo, do you know?"

"I have heard that I am the military police captain of Xinjing."
Chapter completed!