Hearing this complete tone, the Third Young Master always feels like watching a horror movie. Although he has experienced countless battles, he is no longer afraid of the bloody scene, but he is curious.

Everyone has this curiosity, and even if he is the third young master of the Li family, he cannot avoid the vulgarity.

However, the horror on Qiquan's face was getting worse and worse. His voice was trembling, and his hand holding the teacup was trembling.

Li Jian grabbed his trembling palm and gently tapped the table, destroying the terrifying atmosphere completely, saying:

"You boy continued to say it, what's the point of stopping halfway through this? We're still waiting for your information."

"Don't interrupt, keep listening!"

Uncle San slapped Li Jian's hand off and glared at him.

The third young master sat next to him helplessly. He always felt that things were not that simple. At least this guy's words contained a lot of information.

However, what they didn't know about was the Japanese deciphering the information at this moment. They tried to find the place where things were hidden by simulating the scene that happened that day.

Never underestimate the Japanese's abilities. They can even burn paper to ash to revive the intelligence written on it. I am definitely not stupid for those who can master this technology, but I am just a little stupid many times.

Yamamoto found many people, who had participated in this auxiliary operation before. Although they were just helping and did not really participate in the actual operation, a group of people still obtained some useful information through indirect attacks and simulation derivation.

"Recalling carefully whether anything else happened that day, and whether it is possible to remember where they would go."

Yamamoto's leg still looked a little lame, but this did not affect his tone. His eyes swept across the group of people and asked seriously again.

A group of people were thinking about it and they really wanted to say something, but they didn't know at all, so they could only shake their heads one by one.

Yamamoto threw down the pencil in his hand and signaled that the group of people could leave.

At this time, a major on the side came up and asked:

"Colonel Yamamoto, these people know very little, and they are already the fifth group of people who came to the command center, and the information they get is still only those.

Do we still need to find someone to come?"

"Continue, be sure to find all the people who participated in the auxiliary operation that day, and ask the intelligence department to carefully interrogate them. Once you have any useful information, report it to me immediately."

"Hi!"

Yamamoto still has great power. Although he has a general above him, that guy doesn't care about the matter at all, and most of the problems are only left to their ordinary assistants.

Just as the master was about to leave, looking at his hesitant face, Yamamoto asked in confusion:

"Do you have anything else?"

"Your Excellency Colonel, I don't know if you should or shouldn't you?"

"explain!"

Yamamoto only spit out one word, and his eyes continued to look carefully on the information he received, hoping to find something more useful from it.

Kawasaki, who was standing beside him, thought about it carefully and asked Yamamoto with some confusion:

"Why don't you go to find the soldiers who participated in this operation that day? They should know more information!"

Kawasaki just finished asking this question, Yamamoto's body froze. Then he turned his head and said to Kawasaki:

"That's impossible!"

"Hmm? Why?"

Kawasaki was very strange. He didn't understand what the Colonel meant. However, Yamamoto breathed a long sigh of relief, walked to the desk and slowly drank a cup of tea. He had a slutty voice in his mouth, fucking the tone that sounded a little gloomy, and said:

"Because none of them came back!"

"Nani?"

Kawasaki naturally didn't know about this, because if Yamamoto was not the person in charge of this operation, the above probably wouldn't have disclosed too much information to her.

In addition, he had been in North China before and had heard of that operation, and the information revealed to him by his superiors, he realized that this matter was far from as simple as he imagined.

At first, Yamamoto didn't expect that no one of the people who participated in that operation came back, so the information left behind was all isolated books, and it was intercepted when sent to Shanghai!

Otherwise, there wouldn't be the action last year. For Li Wucheng, he lost many of their elites, but in the end he was rescued by that guy.

Recently, I finally found out that a reporter might have known some information, but who knew that someone had intercepted him halfway through. Yamamoto felt no less depressed than anyone else.

This is also the reason why he wants to deduce the places where those things are through his own abilities.

The situation on the Pacific battlefield and Southeast Asia battlefield has not been optimistic recently, and the empire needs that batch of things to support their victory.

In addition, the Americans' combat power is so strong that they use countless steel to pile up victory every time.

They fought with the Americans on the Pacific battlefield, just as the Chinese fought with them on the Asian battlefield.

Compared with the Americans, their weapons and equipment are completely trash and incomparable.

There are not many things they can rely on now. Unit 731 from the North China Puppet Manchukuo is one, and that batch of things was made by them. If transported to two battlefields, it will definitely have unexpected results.

But now the problem is that things can't be found, and they disappeared under their noses. There is no rush on them.

Kawasaki left, and he had to find more people to come, because he had already expected that things were too big, so he would not know too much.

Yamamoto was still sighing in the office, still wondering who kidnapped the reporter [31 Novel Network]. Although he had an answer in his heart, he still couldn't believe it until now.

...

Let’s look at the Zhou family compound. Qi Quan was still thinking, and the terrified expression on his face still did not disappear.

The third young master was a little impatient when he looked at it. This man seemed to be a little brave. He didn't dare to say it when he thought of the terrifying scene.

"You should continue to talk about what's next. You don't need to be afraid of us here."

Uncle San's words were like magic, instantly soothing his heart to a very peaceful state.

At this time, the Third Young Master felt that Uncle San would definitely be a good psychologist in the future, and it was time to invest.

"The scene I saw that day was not as terrifying as I thought at the beginning, because at that time a group of people suddenly appeared.

A group of people dressed completely differently from the Japanese, looked like they were going to fight with them.

I lay in the grass and didn't dare to stick my head out, because at that time both sides really fired, and bullets were flying around, so I could only hide in the grass and didn't dare to stick my head out to see what happened."
Chapter completed!