Not long ago, he thought he could cope with it, but now, he found that he couldn't cope with anything.
On the contrary, it was Shigeru Miyamoto who was not in front of him.
However, he will not admit this.
It would be embarrassing for him to have a major weigh on him.
"What did you just say?" Yamamoto Ichiro listened to Miyamoto Shigeru's muttering, and he vaguely heard that he could not survive. But he didn't hear the rest clearly.
Shigeru Miyamoto shifted his gaze from the machine gun position set up not far from the headquarters of the Okamura brigade to Ichiro Yamamoto; "Captain, my humble position means that no matter how Okamura prepares himself, there is only one way for him to end, and that is death.
"
It's such an exaggeration, can the other party still appear and disappear?
I don't know if he can appear and disappear, but the captain once told me that this man can make perfect shots within 400 meters.
I could see the disbelief on Yamamoto Ichiro's face.
Miyamoto Shigeru smiled faintly; "Captain Takeshita once said that the enemy we are currently facing can fire within four hundred meters without missing a hit."
This is even if he does not have a scope. If he does, and if he is equipped with a good gun, no one knows how far he can kill the enemy.
Anyway, no one would be willing to give it a try.
Relative to life and death in Gangcun.
What Miyamoto Shigeru cares about most now is the secret service team.
At noon, news came from the first detachment that they encountered a very powerful enemy force and suffered heavy losses during the pursuit.
He was certain that the other party had already taken action, and was probably on its way to the other teams now.
Saburo Ono disappeared, and his body was not found around.
He had a hunch that Saburo Ono might have betrayed the empire.
He believed that Saburo Ono was a man.
But when a man is in front of an enemy who doesn't care about you at all, a man is nothing.
"Your Excellency, Captain, I am humbled by my duty and want to give an order to the rest of the squad. After encountering an enemy attack, they must not launch a pursuit."
No pursuit was launched.
Could it be that Pansuo, who is like a turtle with his head shrinking, is allowed to be bullied by them in the camp?
"Can you say this?" Ichiro Yamamoto asked unsatisfiedly, then looked at him again; "It seems that the subordinates of the special agent team are not very loyal to His Majesty. But.
It is conceivable that Takeshita Jun's loyalty to His Majesty and the Empire will be greatly reduced."
you……
Miyamoto Shigeru held his breath in his heart.
He already knew why the captain was dismissed. It was because he was suspected of being disloyal to the empire and the army.
These words are too cruel. If someone with ulterior motives spreads the word, it will definitely not be a good thing for the captain.
Should I find a place to get rid of you?
Shigeru Miyamoto suddenly had murderous intentions.
This man dislikes the captain for not coming back, digging a hole for him here, and talking so loudly around him.
"Our enemies are not humans." Shigeru Miyamoto suppressed his inner dissatisfaction and made a supplement.
At least the way he looked at Zhou Weiguo at that time was not what a human being should have.
The change was too fast.
"Your Majesty Captain, our enemy is very difficult, and we are currently unable to deal with it, so..."
"You are questioning my ability." Yamamoto Ichiro used these words very appropriately. At least when used, Miyamoto Shigeru had no ability to fight back at all.
Shigeru Miyamoto returned to his office angrily.
This self-righteous thing actually doesn't understand anything, so why is he yelling about it?
Jiujiang City West Hotel.
Just below the floor where Takeshita Shun is under control.
Hashimoto and Miyamoto, who were in charge of the interrogation, once again hit a wall.
Takeshita Shun refused to admit that he did it.
"Tell me, does this matter really have nothing to do with him?" As a captain, Hashimoto was not supposed to talk to Miyamoto like this. It was just the relationship between the two that allowed him to ask Miyamoto in front of him like this.
Miyamoto, who was holding the wine glass, stood at the window and looked at the city, which had just calmed down from the war. After a while, he looked back at Hashimoto, who was sitting on the sofa and sorting out records; "Is it him?"
What impact does it have?"
What does this mean?
Hashimoto, who was lowering his head to organize the records, suddenly raised his head and looked at Miyamoto who stretched out his hand in surprise: "You, what do you mean?"
It doesn't matter whether he did it or not. What's important is that the higher-ups want to see that he did it, that's all.
"Don't you understand? General Asaka and the Army want to use Takeshita Shun to attack some sects who are dissatisfied with the empire's current policies, and they want to use the purge of Beichen to warn some people not to go against the empire, otherwise Beichen will be
Their fate."
Miyamoto's analysis was good and what he said was correct, but what he said was indeed a bit serious.
Chaoxiang just wants to know whether Takeshita Jun did this. If so, he does have such thoughts. If not, then continue to use it, and use it heavily, using Takeshita Jun to promote the empire.
It embraces all rivers.
Of course, Miyamoto was thinking from the first perspective.
Because it also involves his future.
Without knowing what the above meant, he could only analyze it from the perspective of General Asaka. He wanted to kill Takeshita Jun.
"The General wants him to be the mastermind of this matter, so he is the mastermind of this matter, isn't he?" Miyamoto's rhetorical question made Hashimoto suddenly realize.
He hummed; "That's true. If that's the case, why do we need to waste time with him? Why don't we just hand over the documents directly?"
How could this be possible? It would be best for him to admit it. If it was forged, and it was found out later, the two of them would not end well.
"Then what should we do? Now he refuses to admit it. He didn't do any of this. There's nothing we can do about it." Hashimoto put the document aside in frustration.
Miyamoto narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment before putting the wine glass aside.
He did not speak, but walked around the room with his hands behind his back for a moment, then stopped and looked at Hashimoto; "If it really doesn't work, we can only threaten."
threaten?
Hashimoto came to him and lowered his head and thought for a while, "Tell me what you mean."
Miyamoto muttered for a while with eyes wide open.
What Hashimoto heard was vague, and finally.
He looked at Miyamoto in front of him in surprise, and it took him a long time to say, "Isn't this too damaging?"
