A few days later.

Time unknowingly entered 1936, and the entire Tokyo was shrouded in prosperity and peace, without any sign of the chaos of the previous period.

During this period, Zuo Zhong became more familiar with the Japs of the First Division, met some "new friends", and learned many little secrets.

For example, the opponent's mutiny operation has entered the final stage of implementation. For example, the adjutant of the first brigade, Xiang Tian Qingzhen, is frantically looking for teammates.

Qingjun's enthusiasm alone is not enough. There are many troops inside and outside Tokyo. Without enough troops, they cannot realize their plan.

After all, they don't have great teammates like Li Daming War God, Yuci Opener, Jinglong, and no one to help the mutinous troops open the gate to the imperial palace.

At present, there are less than 1,000 people confirmed to participate in the operation. Most of them are recruits who have only been in the army for one year, and their combat effectiveness is very weak.

The personnel composition is also very complex, coming from the First Division, Guards Division, Artillery School, Flight School, and Army Training School.

To use an idiom to describe it, it is a mob. No reasonable person would have any illusions about the action, but the Japanese think that I have the advantage.

Zuo Zhong was recording the other party's plan honestly on the side, and reported it to Ono Satoshi every day after returning to Tokyo Daily News.

He did not hide this matter from Koda Kiyoshi and others, because if he wanted to deceive those cunning chaebol reactionaries, he had to provide some useful information.

The other party felt that it made sense and was satisfied with his openness, but asked him to blur key information.

like action time,

action staff,

Offensive lines, etc.

In fact, they will not tell Zuo Zhong this information. It just seems more professional. After all, it is the first time for everyone to rebel and they have no experience, so it is understandable.

On the other side, when Ono Cong heard that someone in the army wanted to evade his position, he acted very calmly. He seemed to have known about it for a long time, which was expected by Zuo Zhong.

If you say that the Japanese intelligence agencies, the ruling faction, and the chaebol have not placed spies in the military, you would not believe it even if they were beaten to death. A huge amount of money can buy everything you want.

There is no one in this world that cannot be bribed. It is just that the price is not enough. No one will be tempted by 10,000 yen, but there will always be someone willing to cooperate with one hundred thousand or two hundred thousand yen.

Therefore, Ono Satoshi just asked Zuo Shige to continue to observe and report immediately if there is any definite information. He was not interested in who was involved in the mutiny.

This is a smart man, and he understands that the more he knows, the more dangerous he is. It is not uncommon in Japanese history for things like rabbits to die and dogs to be cooked.

But Zuo Zhong was in danger. No matter whether the mutiny was successful or not, what awaited him in the end was probably a hot bullet or an accident.

Society is a big stage.

Everyone is acting.

No, when the time entered February, the actions of people like Xiang Tian Qingzhen became bigger and bigger, and Ono Satoshi once again made a big deal for Zuo Zhong.

"Okamoto-kun, don't be afraid. You are a reporter from the Tokyo Daily News. Those red deer don't dare to do anything to you, so hurry up and get the news.

The head of the Matsumoto family is very pleased to hear that you are willing to risk your life to collect evidence of traitors and traitors. You are a big shot.

If you can get the other party's appreciation, your future prospects are limitless. Maybe it won't be long before I call you Deputy Minister Okamoto."

He smiled and said nonsense that he didn't believe, and sighed secretly in his heart. If the matter wasn't so important, he really wouldn't be willing to let such a good subordinate take the blame.

But who made Okamoto appear in the wrong place at the wrong time, and he could only accept his fate when he was picked by those chaebols. It was impossible to escape and protect his own life.

Sacrificing one person's happiness for everyone is a very cost-effective deal. At the worst, you can just invite a few more virtuous monks to chant sutras and preach, and it won't be a waste for your colleagues.

Matsumoto family?

Zuo Zhong always felt that he had heard these four words somewhere. When he thought about it carefully, it was not the family to which Takaki Ikuta, the son-in-law in the White Blood Cell Project, belonged.

At that time, the head of the Matsumoto family, Takaki Ikuta's father-in-law, decisively gave up on this guy. It can be seen that the other person was a person who would do anything to achieve his goals.

Dealing with such people, especially doing dirty work, will never lead to consequences, not to mention that it involves such a sensitive case as Qingjun, killing people and silencing them is a normal operation.

As for the military not daring to touch him?

Pooh!

Xiangtian Qingzhen and others planned to support Tianxiao's younger brother Prince Yongren to ascend the throne if necessary. What else could they dare to do? They would really regard the mutiny as just a family act.

Although these people were a little confused, the fools also knew that this was a shocking matter of beheading. Not to mention a small reporter, anyone could be forced to do it.

Resisting the urge to spit on Ono Satoshi a few times, Zuo Zhong bowed his head respectfully to show his submission, and decided to suggest that Koda make the Tokyo Daily News one of his target points.

When the time comes, I must entertain Mr. Vice Minister well. If I can't wait until I return to Jinling, I can find a few more masters to perform a few rituals for him, and I will just thank him for his help.

"hehe."

The two people with evil intentions looked at each other with a smile on their faces, and chatted for a few more words. Zuo Zhong saw that the time was almost up, and then said goodbye and turned around to leave.

Ono Satoshi watched the door being closed, his originally smiling face turned solemn, he lowered his eyelids and thought for several minutes, then stood up, put on his coat and walked out quickly.

Staff members coming and going in the corridor stopped to say hello when they saw him, but he waved casually without any intention of saying hello, and hurriedly went downstairs and walked out of the courtyard.

As the deputy director of the press department of a major newspaper, Satoshi Ono's way of traveling is more upscale than that of the young reporter Okamoto. A beautiful taxi drove him away quickly.

Behind a window upstairs, Zuo Zhong folded his arms and shook his head helplessly. This Ono Satoshi, why should he be so anxious to ask for credit? He couldn't even wait for a few hours.

You have to come to the door late at night, or at least rush to the door after dark. Only in this way can the situation appear urgent and can you maximize your credit. However, you are still politically immature.

But what he didn't know was that the taxi drove for a while and slowly stopped on the side of the road. Ono jumped out of the car nimbly, and the driver reported an address without looking back expressionlessly.

"Thanks."

Satoshi Ono handed over a banknote, whispered back, and immediately turned around and walked into an alley. This was a shabby slum area that had nothing to do with the chaebol.

Walking in the cesspools and narrow alleys strewn with garbage, he looked at the ragged citizens with disheveled faces, his eyes filled with sadness. This was the Empire of Japan.

Dickens once said in "A Tale of Two Cities" that it was the best of times and the worst of times.

At this time, Japan was like Great Britain in the 19th century, and ordinary people could not enjoy the benefits of rising national power.

The entire society is increasingly divided into two fundamentally and absolutely opposing classes. The British have colonies all over the world to ease this contradiction, but what about the Japanese?

By external aggression?

Placing a country's hopes on expansion is an extremely dangerous behavior. This is not the age of navigation. If you are not careful in launching a war, the ship will be destroyed and everyone will die.

The spread and germination of the consciousness of national independence has made it very difficult for foreigners to completely occupy a country with a dominant ethnic group. The impact of the establishment of Mite Island proves this.

Due to Japan's withdrawal from the League of Nations, it has been unprecedentedly isolated internationally, its economy is in decline, and people are uneasy. The domestic situation is like a powder keg that will explode at the slightest spark.

Moreover, both China and Japan are oppressed by Western powers, and the people at the bottom are also exploited by big capitalists and big landowners. They should help each other rather than bite each other.

Ono Satoshi thought of this, with a resolute face and firm steps as he walked deeper into the messy residential area. His retreating figure was reflected in the dirty puddles.

The strong wind knows the strong grass,

When the country is in chaos, loyal ministers will be seen.

When any country is in crisis, there will be some patriots who will stand up without hesitation, even if they are trying to stop the chariot. This was the case in the Republic of China, and it was also the case in Japan.

A few minutes later, Ono Satoshi came outside a simple grocery store. He looked around carefully, raised his hand and knocked on the shabby sliding door, and asked.

"Excuse me, is anyone here?"

There was no response inside the house. The cold wind blowing from the sea passed over the eaves and made a tinkling sound from the wind chimes, which spread far through the desolate streets.

Ono Satoshi waited for a while and knocked anxiously on the door again. He could only come here on the way to the Matsumoto family and time was very tight.

These chaebols don't have any fuel-saving lights. Abnormal whereabouts will definitely arouse suspicion, and the connections must be hidden in reasonable action trajectories.

In the distance, a small young man selling cigarettes passed by with a shout. Finally there was movement in the house, and a sound of footsteps came from far away and came closer.

Wow~

The door was opened a small crack, and a pair of vigilant eyes looked at Ono Satoshi up and down through the crack, and then said expressionlessly.

"It's closed today. If you need to buy something, please come back tomorrow, or turn right at the intersection. There is another grocery store there."

The speaker is about thirty years old, wearing an old-style suit and a pair of half-worn leather shoes, which looks a bit eye-catching in the traditional Japanese architecture.

Ono Satoshi's pupils shrank and he frowned involuntarily. Comrades who came back from abroad were too inexperienced. It was easy for the enemy to see flaws in this kind of appearance.

This thought flashed through his mind, and then he smiled: "Yamamoto-kun, I was introduced by Itai-kun. I have something important to report. Please take care of me when we meet for the first time."

"So you are...please come in!"

Behind the door, the man whom Ono Satoshi called Yamamoto was overjoyed when he heard this. He quickly opened the door halfway and welcomed him in. He looked outside and then closed the door.

"Comrade Ono."

"Comrade Yamamoto."

After pushing the door shut, the two held each other's hands tightly, tears of excitement filled their eyes. Working in the heart of the enemy, the happiest thing is to meet comrades.

Yamamoto felt the warmth in his hands and was filled with emotions. In just three years, he had grown from a laid-off worker to a proletarian warrior.

(from Section 63 Sensation)

From the United States to Japan, from the ignorant oppressed to the life-defying pioneers who vow to liberate all mankind, the encounters in life are truly wonderful and incredible.

All of this is thanks to Mr. Itai's careful teaching, which made him understand that the culprit of the tragedy that happened to him was the damn chaebol devil.

Yamamoto thought a lot in the blink of an eye, and spoke seriously about the business: "Comrade Ono, this is the emergency contact point of the organization, and it is related to the safety of many comrades.

According to discipline, if there is nothing particularly important, no one is allowed to activate it without permission. This is responsible for yourself and the cause we are engaged in.

As the head of intelligence in Tokyo, you should know the seriousness of this matter, and I hope you can give a reasonable explanation, otherwise I will report it to my superiors."
To be continued...