met free Chapter 130 Mizutani Akihiro is here
Chapter 130 Mizutani Akihiro is here
Taking advantage of the moment when no one was looking, she quietly lifted the lid of the box and peeked inside. Inside lay a Butterfly brand women's watch. The dial was small and exquisite, gleaming warmly in the sunlight, and it was clearly very valuable.
For Yan Shuo, this expense was nothing more than a drop in the ocean.
He had previously given those Japanese spies and lackeys ten or even a hundred times more money than this, but those animals were ultimately ungrateful wolves that could never be tamed. On the contrary, the investments he made in Shen Qing and Xiao Qing were much more reliable.
The thought of those Japanese agents who were not properly fed sent a chill down Yan Shuo's spine, but he quickly concealed it and leaned back in his rattan chair.
"By the way, where is Mizutani Akihiro now?" Yan Shuo changed the subject, getting straight to the point, his tone instantly becoming calm.
Xiaoqing also put aside her shyness and replied seriously, "He went to Hongkou. Our people have been following him, but they don't dare to get too close, they just keep an eye on his driver. The driver was just buying something at a shop on the street, it looks like some odds and ends for work."
"Does the driver have to buy all the work supplies himself?" A teammate couldn't help but laugh. "Mizutani Akihiro is certainly putting on airs."
"It's not that he's putting on airs; it just seems like he looks down on the standard, ordinary items."
Xiaoqing shook her head and added, "The driver picked out valuable items, especially the paperweights. Our people went in to check after the driver left. The shopkeeper hadn't had time to put them away yet. They were top-quality Zhashui jade, the kind with a bluish-green patina."
"Zhashui jade?" Yan Shuo's interest was piqued, and he sat up straight. "Is it the kind from Zhashui County in Xi'an?"
"Yes!" Xiaoqing nodded. "That jade is of fine texture, and a single piece costs tens of dollars. It's not something an ordinary family can afford."
"So, Mizutani Akihiro is actually a calligraphy and painting enthusiast?"
Yan Shuo stroked his chin thoughtfully, "Either you're obsessed with calligraphy or you're proficient in painting, otherwise you wouldn't need such a fine jade paperweight."
"It appears to be calligraphy," Xiaoqing recalled in her report. "Our people didn't see the driver buy any paints, only high-quality Huizhou ink and Xuan paper, which are all items used for calligraphy."
"Okay, I understand." Yan Shuo stood up, dusted himself off, and said decisively, "Give me Mizutani Akihiro's exact address tonight. I'll go see for myself what kind of tricks this calligraphy enthusiast is up to."
"Okay! I'll go tell Shen Qing first, then come back to get my things." Xiao Qing said, getting up.
"What's the rush?" Yan Shuo smiled and pressed her down. "Go and browse around the foreign shops. Besides Florasis and clothes, pick out whatever jewelry or fabric you like, it's all on me. Going back so hastily and red-faced, how can you act like a pampered rich girl? Take your time, pick out a few expensive pieces, don't be shy with me."
"Thank you, Captain!" Xiaoqing's eyes lit up, and she instantly forgot her shyness. She smiled and skipped into the trading company.
Which girl doesn't love pretty clothes and jewelry? Today, she's going to rip off the captain and pick out some of her favorite items.
Watching Xiaoqing's cheerful figure, the brothers around the tea table teased Yan Shuo for being biased.
Yan Shuo smiled, picked up his teacup, took a sip of hot tea, but a deep meaning lingered in his eyes.
As an important figure in the Japanese army, Mizutani Akihiro's obsession with calligraphy, and his special collection of precious jade paperweights, suggests that his passion for calligraphy goes far beyond mere hobby.
That evening, after receiving a report from his teammates, Yan Shuo went to a Japanese kendo dojo in the HK district, the Tenyu Dojo.
The black lacquered gate of the Tenyu Dojo in the HK district was tightly closed. The lanterns under the eaves emitted a dim yellow light, reflecting the vigorous Japanese inscriptions on the lintel, exuding the unique oppressive atmosphere of a Japanese martial arts school.
Yan Shuo hid in the shadows of the street corner, a cigarette between his fingers, his gaze sweeping over the outline of the dojo's courtyards. The dojo was divided into four courtyards: front, middle, back, and side. The courtyards were surrounded by high walls, and the figures patrolling at night could be vaguely seen inside. There were more than three hundred kendo disciples, all of whom were Japanese. At night, the dojo was under strict security.
Mizutani Akihiro is currently inside the venue drinking and playing chess with his host; who knows how long this will last.
Yan Shuo stubbed out his cigarette, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. He had intended to sneak in and investigate, but the owner of the dojo, Kagaya Eiji, was a dog lover, with dozens of Akitas, German Shepherds, and German Shepherds roaming freely in various yards.
A dog's sense of smell, hearing, and even its ability to sense ground vibrations are its Achilles' heel.
Trying to hide? That's just a joke.
Since we're all Japanese, there's nothing to be afraid of.
Yan Shuo raised his hand and made a gesture. The weapon dolls hidden in the shadows immediately dispersed and were deployed along the courtyard wall and various side gates of the dojo. One doll was placed every fifty meters, sealing off all possibilities of escape.
He then went around to the telephone pole and neatly cut the telephone line.
He stubbed out his cigarette, precisely storing the butt in his spatial ring. He turned and drew a silenced pistol, with ten weapon dolls behind him, their eyes cold and expressionless.
"Start." Yan Shuo's voice was extremely low, his sinister smile carrying an undeniable killing intent. "Any living thing—human, dog, cat, chicken, duck—anything that breathes, kill it all."
"Yes!" the dolls replied in unison, their voices perfectly synchronized and devoid of any emotion.
"Walk!"
Yan Shuo stepped forward first, aiming his gun at the guards standing on both sides of the gate. The moment he pulled the trigger, two silent gunshots shattered the silence.
The two guards were shot between the eyebrows. As soon as they swayed, the baby beside them rushed forward and caught the body before it fell to the ground.
The other dolls pushed open the black lacquered gate, and someone tore down a damp Taoist robe from the gatehouse rack. These were the guards' uniforms, and two dolls quickly changed into them. They stood at the gate, their figures and postures indistinguishable from real guards, barely managing to evade the occasional glances of the night patrol.
The training ground is too large; ten weapon dolls alone are not enough.
With a thought, Yan Shuo summoned twenty emotionless substitute dolls. Although they were not as sturdy as the weapon dolls, they were superior in marksmanship and speed, which was enough to deal with this group of sword disciples who mostly used cold weapons.
Suddenly, a frantic barking came from the kennel not far away. Dozens of dogs, smelling the scent of strangers, struggled against their chains.
"Shut up." Yan Shuo sneered, and the stand-in dolls raised their guns and fired. The sound of the silenced guns rang out in one continuous burst. In just a few seconds, the kennel's barking stopped abruptly, leaving only a few weak whimpers, and soon there was no more movement.
"Who said dogs can guard the yard?" Yan Shuo muttered shamelessly, leading the children into the inner courtyard.
In the rooms in the front yard, the samurai, apprentices, and servants who heard the commotion rushed out of the doors, shouting "Baka!" and grabbing samurai swords or wooden sticks, creating a chaotic scene.
Before they could even see who it was, they were taken down by the children's precise marksmanship, their blood splattering onto the bluestone pavement, spreading out in patches of dark color.
Without any unnecessary struggle or hesitation, the children, like machines reaping lives, wiped out the survivors in the front yard one by one.
Within ten minutes, the front yard was lifeless, as if nothing had happened.
"You guard the left small gate, you guard the right small gate, you guard the gate across the courtyard."
Yan Shuo quickly assigned three children to guard the entrances and exits to prevent anyone from escaping from the side courtyard. "The rest of you, follow me into the central courtyard."