"Nothing unusual." Ohashi Yu pulled out a monitoring record, glanced at him and said carelessly: "Since we acquired a Communist radio that night, the air in Nanjing has been very quiet. Only Radio 1 is still active occasionally, but the time is very short and we cannot accurately locate it."

"Are there any records?" Kawamoto asked.

"Yes..." Ohashi Yu was about to continue answering, suddenly there was a huge number of seat motorcycles outside the yard, and then the sound of a car engine rumbled.

Ohashi Yu couldn't help but glance. Any movement outside the yard would attract his attention. This habit was not formed for a long time. The culprit was that his desk was too close to the window. The root cause was his natural curiosity, so that he completely forgot his boss's question.

Yuichi Kawamoto was also a curious person at heart, so he turned his head out the window.

More than a dozen standby motorcycles surrounded by three black cars and stopped in the open space in front of the hut.

Kawamoto and Ohashi stretched their necks and were about to find out what was going on, suddenly someone rushed in. Kawamoto and Ohashi were attracted by the sudden sound of footsteps and took their eyes back.

Ancient Guya Apricot came in. Her eyes fell on Obaki. She soon saw Yuichi Kawamoto at the table again. She was stunned at first and immediately said, "It just so happened that Kawamoto is here too. You and I go downstairs to greet the guests!" She was a little panting.

"Who is here?" Kawamoto asked urgently.

"It must be some important person, right?" Ohashi asked urgently.

"In addition to General Nakajima of the Security Command, there is also a guest who came from afar, Mr. Hideichi Iwai, the Consul General of the Shanghai Consulate."

"Hey, why did General Nakajima come to our small place? Didn't he always look down on us idle people who stay in the intelligence pile all day long?" Kawamoto asked, moving his footsteps outside the door.

Oqiao tidied up his collar and wiped Jun Yu from top to bottom. His fingers touched the film in his pocket and subconsciously pressed.

"What did the people from the Shanghai Consulate run to our Eagle Office in Nanjing for?" Oqiao chased after him and asked.

"It's not the things at the award ceremony!" Guya didn't look back and went down the stairs in a few steps. The bridge was unwilling to give up, so he jumped down the third and fourth steps stairs, approaching Guya and asked further: "Granting merits has something to do with them?"

"Mr. Eiichi Iwai is a special guest at this award ceremony. Tokyo Base Camp called him to attend!"

The three of them soon arrived in the yard. In a blink of an eye, except for the three of them, all the personnel with one or half positions in the Eagle Organization flocked out of the building and quickly assembled in the open space and lined up in a row.

The doors of the three cars were opened by the attendant, and the characters inside were lifted off the car in different expressions. The first car was Nakajima, with a serious expression without a smile. As soon as his feet stepped onto the land, he looked up at the tall buildings in front of him, and slowly carried his hands behind his back, and said without squinting: "Remember, our 16th Division was the first to enter Nanjing City, but the best treasure land was snatched by General Morikawa!"

The second car was the owner of the building, Morikawa, the head of the Eagle Agency. He was about to go to welcome the guests in the last car. When he heard Nakajima talking to himself not far away, he had to give up his thoughts, quickly approached him, and replied in a self-deprecating tone: "General Nakajima made fun of me. How can my place be compared with your Presidential Palace? You occupy the central command organization of the most powerful figure in China, and this is just the living place of Mr. Jiang. Compared to that, it is a world of difference!" Morikawa replied and looked back, afraid that he would neglect the visitors from afar.

Consul General of the Shanghai Consulate, Eiichi Iwai, finally got off the car, and no one was waiting for him. The only one who opened the door for him was the attendant in the passenger seat of his car. He didn't seem to care. He looked at Nakajima and Morikawa who were chatting side by side, so he walked towards them slowly.

In the rear compartment, there was another person following Iwai Ei as he was 37 or 38 years old. After getting off the bus, he nodded slightly to the attendant who opened the door for them to express his gratitude. He kept a certain distance behind Iwai.

Morikawa accidentally saw Iwai coming, and hurriedly turned around to greet him. After picking up, the two of them came to Nakajima together.

Nakajima was still looking at the leisure hut in front of him, not paying attention to the approaching Iwai, or he didn't care at all.

"There are rumors in the army that there are many treasures in Mr. Jiang's private residence. What leaks did Morikawa Jun pick up? If you don't mind, you might as well take them out for me to feast your eyes. I just happened to ride here with Iwai Jun!"

"Who is talking nonsense? I haven't gotten any fur?"

Nakajima finally showed an ambiguous smile, shrugged, and his expression was a bit perverse: "Myamakawa still treats us as outsiders. There is a wind blowing out in Chongqing. It is said that President Chiang had a beauty at the bottom of the box and was busy in the retreat. It was so popular that he had a nose and eyes."

Morikawa sneered and said, "I concluded that someone has ulterior motives and wants to throw dirty water on me."

Nakajima heard something in Morikawa's words, and seemed to be pointing it. He was unhappy at once, but he was inconvenient to do it. He gritted his teeth and pretended to be relaxed: "How can Morikawa Jun sleep comfortably in the big bed of Mr. Jiang?"

As soon as the words were spoken, Morikawa immediately felt his jealousy.

In order to fight for this office, Nakajima had obstructed him in every way. If Commander Matsui had not finally decided, Nakajima would never let go easily. He knew that he had committed Nakajima in this matter, otherwise, he would not have said these words without being ignorant and unconscious. Morikawa frowned and pondered for a moment: "Old Mian felt prematurely and often had no time to lose his illness!"

Nakajima obviously didn't understand what this sentence meant, so he quickly looked at Morikawa, and said coldly for a while: "Morikawa is relying on his Chinese master, is this testing me?"

"General Nakajima must have been thinking too much. This is just a common ancient Chinese poem." Iwai Ei hurriedly smoothed out the situation.

"I have no research on ancient Chinese poetry, can I tell what it means?"

The exquisiteness of ancient Chinese poems lies in their artistic conception. Although Morikawa claims to be a Chinese master and generally understands the meaning of this poem, it is not easy to express it in words at once. He held his head with one hand and scraped his stomach and wanted to organize language to express it, but it was not that easy.

Nakajima is often famous for his harshness in the army. Even people from the same level of military ranks stay away from him, let alone Morikawa, who is one level lower than him. Morikawa knows that Nakajima is petty and cannot go down this way. He should not worry about cleaning up his face for the rest of his life? Morikawa couldn't help but regret that he picked up this ancient Chinese poem casually, which made him embarrassed. Seeing that offending him was already determined, he suddenly heard a voice from behind Iwai Ei, saying in Japanese: "General Morikawa means that for the great cause of the empire, he often couldn't sleep well, and often had insomnia, and his health was no longer as good as before."

Everyone looked back quickly, but it was the 37 or 38-year-old man who got out of the last car.

"Yaxi, yes, that's what it means." Morikawa slapped his head and said hurriedly.

Nakajima stared at the man, and was about to ask, Iwai stepped back and led the man forward, with a gloomy face, "Yuan Sang, quickly meet General Nakajima and General Morikawa."

Nakajima glanced at the man disdainfully.

"This is a subordinate of my Shanghai Consulate. He is a Chinese named Yuan Shu. He has been studying at the Tokyo Metropolitan University in my empire in his early years. He has been thinking about it. He only returned to China not long ago. I also visited the cottage and invited him out of the mountain. Now he has become my right-hand assistant!"

As he said that, his eyes fell on another escort and simply introduced: "The other is Ueno Akira Ueno, the new military officer in my consulate."

After hearing this, Yuan Shu and Ueno Akira quickly greeted the two generals with standard Japanese etiquette.

Since there were downhill steps, Morikawa naturally wanted to turn over this page soon. He looked at his subordinates standing in a row in front of him and whispered: "All colleagues in the Eagle Organization, let us warmly welcome General Nakajima from the Security Command and Mr. Iwai from the Shanghai Consulate..." As he said that, he added: "And the two friends of the Consulate!"

The ancient house took the lead in applauding, and the applause was connected.

The welcome ceremony was brief and warm, Morikawa walked through the crowd and walked straight into the building.

Nakajima is unique and does not follow Morikawa. His eyes are attracted by one of the people in the welcome queue.

"You are..." Nakajima asked with a smile on his face.

"Report to the general, Lieutenant Nobuko Kono, is a sniper!"

Nakajima grabbed his hand and said very kindly: "It turns out to be the sharpshooter of our Great Japanese Empire. No wonder he looks familiar. You are a hero who has been on the front page of the Yomiuri News of the Empire. Your deeds are almost known to everyone in my empire!"

Kono Nana didn't know how to answer.

"Don't be restrained, if you have the opportunity, please tell me your legendary story." Nakajima patted his shoulder and then followed Morikawa's figure.

These prominent figures continued to enter the building, including the entourage surrounding them.

The crowds of people who welcomed guests in the yard gradually dissipated.

As soon as Yuichi Kawamoto walked into the building, he suddenly remembered that the work he discussed with Ohashi had not yet achieved. He couldn't help but look for his traces everywhere, but unexpectedly he stood there, dazed and dazed.

"Ohashi-kun!" Kawamoto shouted.

Ohashi Yu was indifferent.

Kawamoto quickly returned, pushed him with his hand, and asked in a question: "Ohashi, what's wrong with you?"

Oqiao woke up suddenly, squeezed out a smile unnaturally, and said in vain: "It's nothing, I just suddenly... I suddenly remembered the cherry blossoms of Mount Fuji. What a wonderful view it was!"

Kawamoto looked at Obaki in surprise again. To him, these inexplicable words from Obaki seemed to be like a dream.
Chapter completed!