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Chapter 103 He Deserved It!
On the surface, Shanghai appears calm and peaceful; but beneath the surface, undercurrents surge and danger lurks everywhere.
The "Operation Green Lantern," jointly planned by Zheng Yaoxian and Zhou Xiao, had already been quietly launched.
Ken Oshima was completely unaware that he had been firmly locked onto by Zhou Xiao—his death was drawing ever closer.
Zhou Xiao responded calmly, "It's just my job, nothing more."
Although the words were humble, they sounded like a real achievement to Kenjiro Oshima.
Ultimately, whether Shanghai remains chaotic or not is a matter of a single thought for Zhou Xiao.
If he intended to cause trouble, he would instruct the Military Intelligence Bureau and the underground party organization to carry out precise eliminations; if he wanted peace in the surrounding areas, he only needed to remain inactive, and the entire city would immediately return to silence.
The ability to turn one's hand into clouds and rain—this kind of control is, in Ken Oshima's eyes, a rare talent.
Oshima Ken's trust in Zhou Xiao grew stronger each day, and he casually asked, "Are you free tonight?"
Zhou Xiao laughed and said, "I have time. After work, I'll go see my sweetheart and maybe grab a couple of drinks at MGM. I'm living a pretty comfortable life."
"Haha, Director Zhou, you're really living a carefree and leisurely life!" Ken Oshima laughed heartily. "However, tonight, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to put aside this leisurely mood for the time being."
"Director Zhou, wait for my call—I'll take you to see someone!"
Whom should I meet? Naturally, it's the newly appointed Special Higher Police Section Chief, Hirofumi Asano.
Ken Oshima was still trying to keep it a secret, but little did he know that Zhou Xiao had already figured out all the details.
Zhou Xiao replied confidently, "Okay, no problem."
The two exchanged a few more pleasantries before hanging up.
As soon as the call ended, Zhou Xiao fell into deep thought, repeatedly analyzing every step and key moment of "Operation Green Lantern" to ensure that nothing went wrong.
This battle is crucial and cannot be lost—time is running out for him.
Operation codenamed "Green Lamp" has officially begun.
To date, all progress has been seamless and perfectly aligned with the planned scheme.
What Zhou Xiao needed to do was to firmly control the rhythm and proportion of the entire operation.
After all, he remained aloof and uninvolved throughout the entire plan, leaving no trace of involvement—only in this way could he continue to dive deeper without revealing any flaws.
A moment later, he reached for the phone on the table.
The connection was established quickly.
Zhou Xiao only said two words: "Begin."
As soon as he finished speaking, he hung up decisively.
The lamp has been lit; it's time to let those little devils taste the chilling power of the Kuomintang's top agents!
10 p.m. that night, Shanghai.
Honda Matsushita was Ken Oshima's adjutant and personal driver. He was regarded as a confidant and possessed many core secrets, including the exact location of the Sugimoto Agency headquarters.
However, he himself was a thorough militaristic fanatic, deeply poisoned by the distorted Bushido spirit, and obedient to his superiors and subservient to his masters.
As is customary, he would have been resting at home by this time.
But tonight is an exception—because Ken Oshima needs to personally welcome the new Special Higher Police Chief, Hirofumi Asano, and Matsushita Honda must accompany him in his car.
He left home as usual, and as soon as he stepped out of the building, he bumped into someone.
"Baka!" Before the words were even finished, a hard object was pressed against his side.
The person who hit him was Guo Qiyun.
Guo Qiyun said in a low voice, "Don't move."
Before Honda could react, a clean and decisive elbow strike landed on the back of his neck—and he collapsed on the spot.
At the same moment, Mingtai slipped into Honda's Panasonic home, picked up the phone, dialed the Special Higher Police Secretariat, and said in fluent Japanese, "This is Honda. I'm not feeling well tonight and need to take the day off."
"Please convey this message to General Oshima."
It should be noted that telephone sound quality during the Republic of China era was already severely distorted, and human voices sounded even more muffled after being transmitted through the line, differing from the actual person's voice.
This was due to the limitations of the technology available at the time.
Although Mingtai's Japanese wasn't Honda's own accent, the sound quality was greatly diminished after being transmitted over the phone; moreover, the secretariat staff had limited contact with Honda and weren't familiar with his voice, so they didn't suspect anything upon hearing it: "Okay."
Mingtai's Japanese is solid and fluent, making it extremely difficult for him to detect his flaws in a short period of time.
By the time the other party notices something is wrong, it's too late.
Having settled the matter, Mingtai quickly evacuated Honda's residence.
At this moment, Yu Manli was already waiting outside in her car. As soon as Mingtai got in, she stepped on the gas, and the car sped away.
The entire operation was clean, efficient, and lightning-fast.
Honda and Panasonic didn't even have time to see their opponents clearly before they were subdued and taken away.
Meanwhile, the military police headquarters had already been given a perfunctory response—even Ken Oshima believed it to be true, thinking that Honda had simply fallen ill.
Inside a highly secretive interrogation location of the Military Intelligence Bureau.
Honda and Panasonic were tightly bound to the interrogation chair, surrounded by iron frames and various torture instruments that gleamed coldly.
This place is extremely well hidden; even most of the Kuomintang's internal staff do not know about it.
Mingtai stared directly at Honda and Panasonic: "Honda-kun, where's the Sugimoto machine?"
Yu Manli frowned and interrupted, "Mingtai, what's with the nonsense? Get straight to the point."
Mingtai shook his head and smiled, "I'm a college graduate, so surely I should have a legitimate reason to take action, right?"
Guo Qiyun and Yu Manli were both stunned, sweat beading on their foreheads.
In fact, Mingtai never expected to pry such top-secret information out of Honda.
But... we need to find a reason, a legitimate cause, right?
Anyway, I just asked casually.
Honda Matsushita raised his head, his voice as cold and hard as iron: "I will never speak—you will not get a single piece of information out of me."
This person has long been thoroughly brainwashed by the twisted creed of Bushido, its poison seeping into every pore.
In his heart, death was not the end, but the highest glory; to live on was a disgrace. The so-called destiny of a samurai was never to die of old age, but to die with his sword drawn, to commit seppuku, or to burn out his last drop of blood on the battlefield.
"Heh, quite the backbone!" Mingtai's lips curled up slightly, his tone calm to the point of contempt. "I'd like to see whether your 'fearless' belief is tougher, or the instruments of torture in my hands are tougher."
The core of Bushido is to see through life and death and crush fear—if your lord gives the order, even if it means committing seppuku on the spot to atone for your sins, you must obey without hesitation. It is this extreme mental shackle that makes Japanese spies' mouths more secure than iron.
The Military Intelligence Bureau (MIB) has always found these kinds of people the most troublesome.
But it doesn't matter this time—they brought him back anyway just to interrogate him.
Mingtai, Yu Manli, and Guo Qiyun took turns using every means to torment Honda and Panasonic.
"ah--!!!"
The screams grew louder and louder, heart-wrenching and chilling to the bone, making one's neck go cold and hair stand on end.
The Military Intelligence Bureau employed countless methods of torture, yet Honda Matsushita remained clenched in his teeth, refusing to utter a single word. This demonstrated that the instilled Bushido code had firmly pinned him to a dead end, one that refused to yield.
No wonder the Japanese soldiers on the front lines charged forward with such ferocity and fearlessness – they had been brainwashed and turned into killing machines that only knew how to follow orders.
"ah--!!!"
With another mournful cry, Honda Matsushita's head lolled to the side, and he passed out.
Yu Manli wiped the sweat from her brow, panting heavily, and said, "I can't take it anymore, Mingtai, it's your turn!"
Mingtai picked up a basin of ice water and splashed it on Honda Matsushita's face. The cold water stung to the bone, and the man suddenly convulsed and woke up.
"Have you thought it through? To tell me, or not to tell me?"
Honda Matsushita's eyelids trembled, his voice dry and hoarse: "...I won't say."
"Then let's continue." Mingtai smiled calmly, turned around and subjected the old Japanese devil to a new round of torture.
He knew perfectly well that this man had been tamed into a stubborn rock by Bushido, and no amount of interrogation would yield any information. But he still had to be punished.
The reason is clear—Zhou Xiao had long ago decided to discard Honda and Matsushita. The entire operation was designed to convince Oshima Ken that it was Honda and Matsushita who betrayed him and led the Military Intelligence Bureau to the Sugiyama Agency headquarters, rather than Zhou Xiao who leaked the information. Only in this way could Zhou Xiao be completely absolved of any responsibility.
Since it's a performance, it has to be a full performance—if the beating isn't so severe that the skin is torn and blood is everywhere, who would believe it's real torture?
Therefore, whether Honda or Panasonic confesses or not, they are destined to suffer this severe beating.
"ah--!!!"
Screams rang out again, echoing repeatedly in the interrogation room.
But the mark left by Bushido was too deep, and Honda and Matsushita stubbornly held on, refusing to back down even at the cost of their lives.
The three men took turns torturing him, and he fainted from the pain time and time again, only to be forcibly awakened by cold water, needle pricks, and whippings, and then dragged into a new round of hell.
After several repetitions, he was on the verge of his limit.
Guo Qiyun stared at Honda Panasonic's tattered flesh and frowned, saying, "Mingtai, that's enough. If this continues, he might really not be able to hold on."
Mingtai glanced at the clock on the wall and said calmly, "If you can't hold on, you can't hold on. If you don't fight convincingly, how will the Japanese believe you? Keep going."
Yu Manli picked up the bucket and poured another ladle of water over her head.
Immediately afterwards, a new round of interrogation began.
Honda and Panasonic were almost completely battered – their limbs, backs, chests, and cheeks were covered in wounds, bleeding everywhere, with not a single patch of flesh intact.
Live it!
He deserved it!
All Japanese invaders who set foot on Chinese soil, burning, killing, and looting, deserve this retribution.
How many homes have they destroyed, and how many people have been displaced, their families torn apart, and their lives ruined?
It's all because of that uncontrolled, inflated ambition.
Isn't it good to live a simple life on your own few isolated islands?
They insist on stretching out their claws to steal, occupy, and slaughter.
Greed leads to ruin – that's the fate of invaders.
Honda and Panasonic deserved to die.
Mingtai, Yu Manli, and Guo Qiyun did not stop and continued to apply pressure.
Only in this way would Ken Oshima be convinced that Honda and Matsushita had indeed been severely tortured before revealing the location of the Sugimoto headquarters.
The whole thing was done by him alone and had nothing to do with Zhou Xiao.
Special Operations Headquarters, Office of the Chief of the Intelligence Department.
Zhou Xiao sat alone behind the table, his fingertips tapping the mahogany surface one tap at a time, "tap, tap, tap, tap," crisp and rhythmic, exceptionally clear in the silence.
He knew that Mingtai's team had already made their move.
For Mingtai, taking Honda and Panasonic hostage was a piece of cake.
At this moment, Honda and Panasonic are enduring round after round of torture.
The "Green Lamp Project" has been fully launched, and its success or failure hinges on this.
He was waiting—waiting for Ken Oshima's call.
He had to go to the military police headquarters in person to welcome the newly appointed Special Higher Police Section Chief, Hirofumi Asano.
The time was 11 p.m.
"Ring ring—"
The phone rang suddenly.
Zhou Xiao listened quietly for the phone to ring three times before reaching for the receiver: "Special Operations Headquarters, Zhou Xiao."