A few days later.

At the Japanese Consulate in Shanghai, three intelligence staff were chatting quietly in the office. A bald man said mysteriously: "Minister Iwai is going to organize a shooting competition. Have you heard about it?"

"I heard it. It is said that the minister thought that we worked hard and asked everyone to relax. The consul will also go to watch the game." Another person said the gossip he had just received.

"Nani, the consul will be there."

The bald man was excited. It seemed that he not only wanted to go to this competition, but also had to work hard to get a good ranking. It didn't matter whether he had a good relationship with his immediate boss or something. He mainly wanted to cultivate his sentiment.

"Haha, what you two said is not the latest information. I heard from someone in the special high school class that Section Chief Hase personally gave 10,000 yen as a competition bonus." The last person revealed in a low voice.

10,000 yen!

The two people across from each other looked at each other and ran towards the gun room in unison. Guns are different from gun to gun. A new gun that has been calibrated is definitely much more accurate than an old gun. You have to strike first.

Watching his colleagues run away, the man finally thought of the rifle in his dormitory and smiled scornfully: "A-Dai, it's too late to borrow the gun now. I've decided on the prize money for this competition."

Compared with the consulate staff's expectations for the game, Ikuta Takaki was in a bad mood. He walked around the office with his hands behind his back, cursing Iwai and Hase Ryosuke.

"Bagayalu, what kind of wild duck hunting competition is that? It's despicable. You know that I'm not good at shooting, but you still organize such an event. These two bastards must want to see me make a fool of myself in front of everyone."

He did some brainstorming and accidentally guessed part of the facts correctly. Faced with this situation, Ikuta Takaki felt that he could no longer sit back and wait for death, and must take the initiative to fight back.

The question is how to fight back.

Mr. Zou thought about it and realized the importance of the quality of the weapon. He decided to go to the gun room to have a look. If he could find a carefully maintained gun, the score would at least not be too bad.

Ikuta Takaki straightened his messy hair and walked out towards his destination. As he walked halfway, he saw a long queue in the corridor, with many consulate staff queuing up.

What's going on.

He felt something was a little bad, so he quickened his pace and headed straight to the gun room. Then he looked at the crowded crowd at the door of the gun room and was stunned, why were there so many people.

The news of the competition has just been released, and it is not even confirmed. Why are they so enthusiastic? Aren't they afraid that it is a rumor? Damn it, I am afraid that all the useful guns have been taken away by others.

"Get out of the way."

Thinking of this, Ikuta Takaki pushed aside the others arrogantly, opened the iron door and walked directly into the gun room. He found the person in charge, Ono, who was very busy and sweating, and said something unkind.

"Immediately find an unused rifle, calibrate it and send it to my office. If there is something wrong with the gun during the competition, even if you are from Tongwen Academy, I will not let you off lightly."

After Ono heard this, he wished he could find a Taisho 11 light machine gun and beat this guy into a hornet's nest. Why would he ask for help like this? The son-in-law of the Matsumoto family couldn't bully people like this.

He also dealt with himself. He is the consul, a junior at the same school as Minister Iwai and Section Chief Hase, and a loser whose appointment as deputy minister has been delayed for so long. How could he have the courage to make such bold claims?

So he chuckled: "Sorry, Mr. Ikuta, the weapons in the consulate are all retired military weapons. If you want new guns, you can only go to the Marine Corps and take a look. They may be available there."

"Baga! Bang! Bang!"

Ikuta Takaki was irritated by the other party's casual tone and immediately slapped him twice. Ono's cheeks became red and swollen, and the Japanese spies who were watching around him couldn't help but frown.

This person is too overbearing. Everyone is using old guns. Why would you want a new gun? Shooting competitions are just a pastime. What's the point of doing this? Just declare that you are the champion.

However, the matter was not of their own concern, and no one wanted to offend the Matsumoto family, who had all-powerful hands and eyes. The secret agents supported poor Ono-kun with their eyes and spirit, and spoke uprightly, which is not the case.

"You all get back here."

Over there, Ikuta Takaki roared at everyone. Being unreasonable and being brainless are two different things. The consulate is not a military. If you beat a colleague in front of so many people, it will not sound good if word spreads.

The agents chose to follow their hearts and receded like a tide. The inside and outside of the gun room suddenly became extremely quiet. Ono's face turned red and white, red because of anger and white because of fear.

It is too dangerous to meet a boss who is shameless and has a good background. The other party may beat him to death without taking any responsibility. Who would let someone above him do it?

On the other side, Ikuta Takaki vented his anger a little. He snorted and walked to the gun cabinet. He opened the cabinet door and looked for it. It turned out that it was indeed filled with used junk.

Now he was embarrassed. It turned out that Ono was not lying. He glanced a few more times without giving up, and his eyes suddenly stopped at the corner of the cabinet, where there was a long object wrapped in oil paper.

Ikuta Takaki's eyes lit up, he stretched out his hand to take this thing in his hand, and tore off the oil paper outside. An 80% new Type 38 rifle appeared in front of him, with the black barrel shining with cold light.

He held the gun high, turned his head and looked at Ono fiercely: "Damn bastard, what else do you have to say? Why do you hide the good gun? Do you want to use it yourself during the competition?"

"Ah, no."

A trace of panic immediately appeared on Ono's swollen face, and he shook his head quickly: "I borrowed this from the army for Section Chief Hase and put it in the gun room for maintenance. You must not take it away.

If he knows about this, he will definitely make trouble for me. Please, if I go and steal it tomorrow, I will find a brand new rifle for you, calibrate it and send it to your office."

What?

Is it Ryosuke Hase’s gun?

That's great.

Ikuta Takaki almost laughed out loud. It was really an eye-opener for Amaterasu. If it was someone else's gun, he might have considered it, but he had to take that bastard's gun.

The next second he raised his neck and said calmly: "No need, the weapons are imperial assets, not someone's. Since Section Chief Hase is not here now, why don't you lend them to me first."

After saying this, seeing what Ono wanted to say, Ikuta Takaki said with a gloomy face: "You are afraid that the other party will cause trouble for you, aren't you afraid that I will cause trouble for you? Be smart, otherwise..."

After saying harsh words, he held the gun and prepared to leave. If he didn't leave now, he would wait for a while. He heard that Changgu was very skilled. If this person got wind of the situation and came over to block him in the gun room, he would be in trouble.

Over there, Ono told him that he was about to leave in a hurry. He blocked the road and begged: "Mr. Ikuta, you want to take this gun away. I can't stop you. But according to Minister Iwai's order, you must sign."

"signature?"

Ikuta Takaki was a little puzzled. The Ministry of Intelligence, including the consulate, was very strict in the management of intelligence, but other aspects were careless. For example, when receiving a gun, you only need to register it in the gun room without signing.

"Yes."

Ono bent down and said in a very sincere tone: "The "Regulations on Firearms Management in Embassy and Consulates" issued by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs stipulates that everyone must sign when receiving weapons, and Minister Iwai is no exception."

"Okay, give me the autograph book."

Hearing the last sentence, Takaki Ikuta answered impatiently, signed his name in the book handed over by Ono with both hands, and then walked out of the gun room in a swagger.

Looking at the man's retreating back, Ono, who had been slapped twice, touched his cheek, his eyes full of resentment, but when he saw the signature book in his hand, the expression on his face gradually became vivid.

After waiting patiently for a few minutes, he closed the door without hesitation and trotted to Ryosuke Hase's office with the certificate of surrender. Things were as expected, Takaki Ikuta had indeed fallen into the trap.

It's a fool's errand for such a big fool to want to fight with Section Chief Hase. He was sold out and helped count money. This is the person he's talking about. Then it's a good choice for you to choose which side to side with.

A few minutes later.

Ono stood respectfully in front of a luxurious desk, reported everything that had happened before, then gently placed the signature book on the table and asked for instructions.

"Section Chief Hase, this is the situation. According to your instructions, I told Ikuta that the gun was yours, and Takaki Ikuta took it away immediately. Do you want to come forward and warn him to make it appear true?"

While listening to Ono's story, Hase Ryosuke flipped through his signature book with a pen to avoid leaving fingerprints. He quickly found the arrogant name, thought about it and asked coldly.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"Ah, no, it's not."

Ono was so frightened by these words that he bent his waist 180 degrees, and his head almost hit his knees. This shows how important it is to have a good body if you want to work in a Japanese agency.

"Haha, get up."

Hase Ryosuke's face relaxed, he picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and said lightly: "Forget warning him, I know Ikuta Takaki slapped you twice for no reason, it's normal for you to be angry.

But you shouldn’t try to take advantage of me. This enemy will avenge you and ensure your satisfaction. Now, go back to the gun room and continue working. If there is any new situation, please inform me in time. I won’t treat you badly.”

"Hai, thank you, Section Chief Hase."

Ono left happily. With the other party's support, his future in the consulate must be bright. This is all thanks to Ikuta Takaki, his cheeks don't hurt anymore just thinking about it.

When he went out, Hase Ryosuke narrowed his eyes. It was related to Fat Tiger's plan. This person could not be kept. If he wanted to cover up something, perjury was one way, and death without any evidence was another way.

"Don't blame me for being cruel. You appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time. I will burn more paper for you this time next year." Mr. Super High School Division Chief stood up and stood in front of the window and murmured to himself.

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Chapter completed!