Siheyuan, don't yell at me

In South Korea, in Seoul, the sky gradually turned pale.

Outside a courtyard with a sign that read "China Mission Center" hanging on it, there was a sharp, piercing scream of an old woman that echoed through the sky.

The scream was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples and quickly causing an uproar.

In a moment, the originally quiet place became bustling and lively.

The Koreans, who were in a state of panic at first, quickly regained their composure.

As their numbers grew, they seemed to grow bolder.

They began to comment on and give advice to Peng Deliang, who was sentenced to death by skinning alive, and even started to chat and laugh with him.

Perhaps in their view, this traitor who sold out his country for personal gain deserved such an end.

After all, in that era, most South Koreans still sided with North Korea in their hearts and regarded Americans as uninvited guests.

In addition, these Americans behaved recklessly in Seoul, and even had such outrageous habits as cannibalism, which naturally caused extreme dissatisfaction and resentment among the Koreans.

At this moment, they were only busy talking about what was happening in front of them with gloating, and no one thought of reporting to the police.

Some people even applauded and cheered, expressing their recognition and support for this punishment.

It was not until the sky was completely bright that Peng Deliang’s miserable condition was discovered by patrolling South Korean soldiers.

When the Americans heard the news and arrived, the sun was already high in the sky.

Then, soldiers and patrol police throughout Seoul became busy and began to search house by house.

At this moment, the three intelligence agents who were entrusted with important tasks had already been quietly transferred by He Daqing to the deep mountains and forests.

A small cloth bag, filled with seven or eight red apples, more than ten white flour steamed buns with tempting aroma, and even two kilograms of mouth-watering beef jerky!

These foods included both meat and vegetarian dishes, plus the extremely precious white flour steamed buns. For the three hungry intelligence agents, it was simply an ultimate luxury.

They huddled together in a sunken area, covered with a tattered quilt, and carefully tasted the delicious food brought by He Daqing.

Every bite made them feel extremely satisfied and like they were in heaven.

However, at this time He Daqing had already quietly hidden in the space, enjoying the elegance and freedom that belonged only to him.

Time passed quickly, and it was not until nightfall that He Daqing reappeared in front of the three intelligence agents leisurely.

Fortunately, these three intelligence agents were not discovered by the hateful Koreans.

While it was still light, He Daqing carried his injured companion on his back and led the other two intelligence officers out of the dense old forest and stopped behind the woods not far from the road.

After a short rest, everyone ate some simple food to replenish their energy. Then, He Daqing took out some anti-inflammatory drugs and handed them to them.

Finally, when the sky was completely dark as ink, He Daqing led them back to the road.

From the bushes, we dug out yesterday’s bicycle and cart.

To be honest, He Daqing already regretted his meddling.

I don’t know how tiring it is to carry these three burdens.

But the work was already half done, and for no reason, it was abandoned halfway.

He pedaled the bicycle as hard as an ox or a horse, heading west.

Seoul is only about 17 or 18 kilometers away from the sea.

I rode for two hours yesterday, and the remaining distance is only twelve or thirteen kilometers at most.

No matter how bad the road conditions are, half a day is enough to reach the beach.

When the time comes, we will grab a boat and let them sail back by themselves.

With the new plan, the Korean soldiers at checkpoints along the way were in big trouble.

Soon, He Daqing got himself covered in blood again, just like that Shura last night.

Late at night, at a pier by the sea.

He Daqing sent the three intelligence agents onto a stolen fishing boat.

As the diesel engine started, the fishing boat quickly disappeared into the night.

From beginning to end, He Daqing did not have much communication with the three intelligence agents.

They went back, but I still had to continue my mission.

It is not a wise choice to expose any information about yourself.

What if the three of them are unlucky and get caught at sea? That would be a disaster!

Leaving behind the three burdens, He Daqing seemed particularly comfortable alone.

Sleep during the day and pedal hard at night.

About a hundred miles away from Seoul, He Daqing changed into American military uniform, got on a three-wheeled motorcycle, and headed south in a swagger.

The country of South Korea is smaller than most provinces in China. From north to south, it is only about 300 kilometers.

Within two days, He Daqing arrived in Busan, across the sea from Japan.

Busan is a coastal city and the closest city to Japan and South Korea. Its current prosperity seems to be even more developed than Seoul.

Americans can be seen everywhere, with guards and soldiers even more numerous than in Seoul.

He Daqing lay in hiding honestly, and only dared to inquire about news secretly at night.

The natural way to get information is through casinos and brothels.

He Daqing was not unfamiliar with these places.

How should I put it? It feels like coming home.

It's both entertaining and a great way to get information.

He Daqing felt that being a factory director was actually a waste of his talent.

Only by using your own abilities and becoming an intelligence agent can you fully display your talents.

For example, I, He Daqing, have a big donkey by my side, and I get to know some wealthy ladies. Isn't that just a joke?

In less than two days, He Daqing had found out some useful information and had a preliminary understanding of the city of Busan.

At this time, most Koreans were quite negative, fearing that the North would attack again.

For this reason, many Koreans who had high hopes for Japan thought of sneaking into Japan to live there.

After all, the years when Japan colonized South Korea were the peak of its prosperity, so it is not surprising that some people were traitors to Japan.

Naturally, an industrial chain for smuggling into Japan was formed.

Some bold Americans even clearly mark the price and will provide safe and fast smuggling services as long as you pay.

Money is nothing simple for He Daqing.

After robbing a small casino, He Daqing's pocket was bulging with money, enough to make ten smuggling trips back and forth.

The wealthy He Daqing even had room for choice.

Due to seasickness, the shorter the boat ride, the better.

Two days later, He Daqing boarded a coal ship bound for Nagato City, Japan.

After drifting on the sea for half a day, He Daqing's face turned pale. He got off the cargo ship tremblingly and finally set foot on Japanese land.

A sinister smile appeared on He Daqing's face, and he had already made up his mind in his heart.

This trip to Japan must not be in vain!