Okada Toshihiko said goodbye to Sanbonjiro, got in the car, and asked the driver to drive, while he fell into deep thought.
With his IQ, it is natural to see that Sanbonjiro had some selfish motives for targeting Liu Bo to betray the empire:
Liu Bo was the person (scapegoat) whom Sanbon-kun found responsible for the murder of Kazuo Aoda and the annihilation of the Inoue Mansion Orange Team.
Okada Toshihiko didn't care about this.
In his opinion, although Sanbonjiro's actions were suspected of shirk of responsibility, there were doubts about Liu Bo. This was the key, indicating that Sanbonjiro was not slandering his subordinates for no reason.
To Toshihiko Okada's dismay, Sanbonjiro didn't know anything about the situation of the Shanghai special case team. He originally planned to get further information from Sanbonjiro.
He knew that he was a little too harsh on Sanben, an old friend. After all, he only learned of the existence of the Shanghai Special Agents Group through the information from the 'Zhi Ruler'.
However, Jiro Sanbon was in the position of director of the Shanghai Special Higher Education Course and shouldered his responsibilities in his position. Sanbon was derelict in his duty if he did not discover the existence of the Shanghai Special Intelligence Team in time.
Of course, the information about Liu Bo provided by Jiro Mimoto was an unexpected gain. Toshihiko Okada felt that he had captured the traces of this special intelligence team of the National Secret Service hidden in Greater Shanghai.
At this moment, the car stopped.
"What's wrong?" Okada Toshihiko asked.
"Sir, there are Chinese students blocking the road," the driver said.
"Stupid, did you forget that I told you how to speak?" Okada Toshihiko said with a cold expression and lowered his voice.
"Sir, there are patriotic students blocking the road ahead to collect donations," the driver said immediately.
"Students, why are you blocking the road?" Toshihiko Okada stuck his head out of the car window and asked with a smile.
"Hello, sir, we are the fundraising team of Xingzhi Middle School. For the survival of the Chinese nation and the fight against Japan and national salvation, please donate some money." Tang Xiaoye and a little Huya female classmate held a small flag in one hand and a donation box in both hands.
, said with a serious expression.
"Sir, everyone has a responsibility to resist Japan and save the country." Next to the two of them, a little girl held a small flag in her hand and said crisply.
It was Yang Ximei. She was wearing a primary school uniform with the name of "Aihua Primary School" printed on it. The little girl's expression was so solemn and serious.
Okada Toshihiko looked at the girl and the girl with a smile on his face. He opened the car door, got out of the car, came to Yang Ximei, and touched the little girl's head, "Girl, do you know what it means to resist Japan and save the country?"
"I know." Although Yang Ximei was a little timid, she still nodded.
"Then tell uncle, what is resisting Japan and saving the country?" Okada Toshihiko said in a gentle tone.
Yang Ximei turned to look at Tang Xiaoye, and her sister gave her an encouraging look.
"That's right, we just want to drive away the Japanese. The Japanese are bad guys. They steal our food and kill us." Yang Ximei nodded her little head and said.
"That's very well said." Okada Toshihiko nodded with satisfaction. He stood up, looked at the students who were gathering around, and said happily, "Very good, students, seeing you and your enthusiasm, I
Our blood seems to be burning. You tell everyone with your actions that China will not perish!"
The students were very excited. They felt sincere encouragement and recognition from this well-dressed man.
"I am not talented, but I am willing to contribute to the fight against Japan and national salvation!" As he said this, Toshihiko Okada took out his wallet from his pocket and took out a wad of money. He originally planned to count them, but in the end, he took all the banknotes directly in the
He put the wallet away in his hand, and respectfully put the wad of bills into the donation box with both hands.
The classmates let out a burst of exclamations.
That wad of banknotes amounted to at least several hundred French currency, which was comparable to the amount of donations they raised in half a day.
"Thank you, sir, thank you." the students shouted.
Okada Toshihiko bowed and responded, "It's me who should thank you."
After the students got out of the way and the car drove away, Toshihiko Okada withdrew his head from the window and rolled up the window, blocking the view outside, and his expression darkened.
"Tetsuya, what did you see?" Okada Toshihiko asked the driver.
"They are not afraid of the Japanese Empire." Tetsuya said.
"Yes, these ignorant young people have no awe and surrender to the empire." Okada Toshihiko nodded and said, "This is just what we have seen. There must be many things we have not seen yet.
There are many similar people who hate the Empire."
"They are all ignorant young men who have never seen battlefields and dead people, and have never experienced fear." Tetsuya said, "Sir, the Empire's bullets and bayonets will make them calm down."
Okada Toshihiko laughed loudly, "Tetsuya, Tetsuya, but you are right."
After thinking about it, he said to Zheye, "Zheye, I think it is necessary for you to take some time to visit your alma mater and help me find some young imperial subjects who are qualified to pretend to be Chinese."
"Yes." Zheye nodded, honked the horn, and alerted a passerby crossing the road in front of him, "I really hope the empire takes over Shanghai earlier. If it were in Manchuria, I would just crash through it."
A smile appeared on Okada Toshihiko's lips, and his eyes gradually became colder.
…
Cheng Qianfan's car was also stopped.
"Who dares to stop my car?" Inspector Xiao Cheng rolled down the window and stuck his head out.
"Sir, we are..." Qi Xiaoman held the donation box and walked forward with his classmates. Halfway through his words, he saw each other's faces clearly.
It's him?
He remembered this person. Previously, she and her classmates distributed anti-Japanese leaflets near the school, calling on everyone to donate to the anti-Japanese war. The citizens enthusiastically donated money, and even the beggars donated the coins they asked for. Everyone was very excited and moved. Only
This person, this person left a very deep impression on him, this person's blood is cold.
Cheng Qianfan also recognized the female student, his face darkened, "Get out of the way."
The seven or eight male and female students blocking the car were unmoved.
Cheng Qianfan honked the horn.
Some students were so angry that they rushed up and slapped the car window.
"Stop!" Qi Xiaoman shouted, "Don't forget what Qin Di told us, no violence. These are our compatriots, they are just..."
She couldn't continue talking. Qi Xiaoman felt that everyone could be moved by their patriotic enthusiasm, but it was impossible for the cold-blooded man in the car.
However, after he spoke, these Fudan Public School students did not disperse or retreat. They just held up the donation boxes and looked ahead with angry eyes.
“My home is on the Songhua River in Northeast China.
There are forest coal mines there,
And there are soybeans and sorghum all over the mountains and fields.
My home is on the Songhua River in Northeast China,
There are my compatriots,
And the aging parents."
A student started, and the students sang in unison.
Singing, singing, some students burst into tears.
"Bad luck!" Cheng Qianfan cursed, stretched out one hand from the car window, holding a few French coins in his hand, "Take it, take it, get out of the way quickly."
He originally wanted to scold "a good dog doesn't block the road", but he was afraid that he would go too far and cause anger among the students, which would cause trouble.
The students moved out of the way. Cheng Qianfan put one hand on the steering wheel, took out the cigarette case with the other, pinched out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, picked up a lighter, lit it, and took a deep breath.
"September 18, September 18,
From that tragic time!
September 18, September 18!
From that tragic time,
Leaving my hometown,
Abandon the endless treasure,
Wandering! Wandering!
The price is in the customs all day, wandering!"
He didn't dare to sing out loud and roared in his heart.
He thought of Lao Liao and his family again.
Behind him, there was a commotion among the students. Some students fainted. These college students were hungry and donated all their living expenses.
…
This is a house facing the street.
Cheng Qianfan took the telescope from Hao Zai and observed it carefully.
Putting the telescope aside, he took the Mosin-Nagant rifle next to him, picked it up, and aimed the gun, looking for a feeling.
Raising his wrist to look at the time, Cheng Qianfan nodded towards Hao Zai, "Go ahead."
"yes!"
How could the money-grubbing "Blue Bird" not have his own little calculations in this "rush to transport" supplies?
