Siheyuan, don't yell at me

It was a mess, complete mess, the whole of Tokyo was in chaos.

Everywhere there were people with red faces, thick necks and excited emotions.

They called on their friends and shouted various slogans:

"Kill the Yankees and avenge Emperor Showa!"

"Blood debt must be repaid with blood. Let the American cannibal pay the price!"

Especially outside the American Embassy, ​​the surging crowd seemed to have no end in sight.

People pushed the guards excitedly, venting their anger and dissatisfaction towards the Americans.

Stones, mud, and even feces were thrown into the U.S. Embassy in Japan in a continuous stream.

The Americans in the embassy were completely stunned by the crazy scene before them.

Many of them were trembling with fear, not knowing what to do; while even more of them were running around like headless flies.

Only a very small number of people who still retained some sanity desperately sent distress signals to the US military base through telephone and telegram.

However, all these efforts were in vain, after all, distant water cannot put out a nearby fire.

As more and more people gathered, their emotions became more and more anxious.

The guards tried their best to hold back the surging crowd, but in the end they were powerless.

The crowd broke through the guard line like a tide. They shouted wildly, their eyes red and their emotions were extremely excited.

They rushed into the embassy in hysterics.

Faced with the surging crowd, the Americans were powerless to fight back and were instantly overwhelmed.

These angry Japanese people vented their emotions in various ways.

They scratched desperately with their nails, scratched fiercely with their fingers, hit violently with their fists, and even opened their mouths to bite.

They displayed primitive savagery and cruelty, as if they had returned to the ancient times when people lived a life of eating raw meat and drinking blood.

In fact, the Japanese have had a tradition of liking to eat raw meat since ancient times, which is no different from the European barbarians.

Many Japanese people harbor hatred for Americans deep in their bones.

They had long had the idea of ​​tasting American sashimi.

At this moment, nature is released.

Barbarism hedges against barbarism!

However, He Daqing at this time was completely out of the matter.

He stood aside indifferently, quietly observing the city that was falling into madness.

He could even imagine that not only Tokyo, but the entire Japan should present such a terrible scene.

After all, Emperor Showa has always been the unshakable belief in the hearts of the Japanese people.

This belief is deeply rooted in their hearts and cannot be easily erased in just ten years.

There was chaos everywhere, from the city hall to the police station, and even in the factories.

However, for He Daqing, this chaos was exactly what he expected.

Because he had a more important task to perform, which was to obtain the technical drawings and technical data of those factories.

These precious resources are the cornerstones on which an industrial country relies for its survival and development.

For a long time, the Tatar Qing system has been hanging over He Daqing's head like a dark cloud.

He knew very well that the only way to achieve this was to make China stronger.

Only by passing on the Imperial Seal can one demonstrate even greater power and ultimately completely suppress the so-called Tatar Qing system.

Toshiba Corporation, as the largest Japanese factory closest to He Daqing, naturally became his main focus!

Today, Toshiba Corporation mainly produces a series of products, including radar, cathode ray tube televisions, and small household appliances such as microwave ovens.

Especially its radar technology, which is undoubtedly one of the core technologies most needed by China at present.

Sometimes having too much height is not a good thing.

No matter when and where, He Daqing always becomes the focus of Japanese people's attention and attracts much attention.

Late at night, the chaotic and noisy Tokyo finally calmed down a little.

He Daqing quickly changed into a grey nightgown and wrapped his head tightly, leaving only his nose and eyes exposed.

He cleverly avoided the guards and sneaked into the magnificent office building of Toshiba Corporation alone.

After entering the building, He Daqing sneaked into a luxuriously decorated dormitory quietly.

He immediately locked onto the fat, pot-bellied man who looked like a cadre.

He Daqing acted without hesitation, stretched out his hands and tightly grasped the man's throat, and quickly cut two cuts on his body.

"Fatty, if you don't want to die, just blink!

very good!

Now listen carefully, I have a few questions for you.

I hope you answer honestly and don’t cause trouble for yourself!

Tell me, where is the laboratory where your company stores technical data?"

He Daqing released his hand that was pinching the fat man's throat, but at the same time he held the sharp blade and waved it in the air to signal.

The fat man who was sleeping soundly was suddenly awakened and attacked.

He was cut twice on his body, and seeing the murderer in front of him wearing gray clothes and a mask, he completely lost the courage to resist.

"Hero, spare my life!

I know where the technical information is. I'm the vice president, I know everything! "

He Daqing patted the fat man's shoulder gently, with a very satisfied look on his face.

"very good!

Just do as I say and I will spare your life!

Lead the way for me now!

Be honest, if you dare to do anything unusual, I will just shoot you in the head! "

He Daqing said viciously, and at the same time took out a pistol from his arms and waved it at the fat man.

The fat man was so scared that he kept shaking his head and saying he didn't dare.

He Daqing followed the fat man closely and had a smooth journey along the way, not even encountering a single guard.

It seems that the fat man is very familiar with the route to the data room, and it seems that this is not the first time he has done such a thing.

He Daqing felt a little doubtful, so he asked:

"Hey, Fatty, how come you are so familiar with this place?"

The fat man smiled flatteringly and explained:

"Hey, hero, that's a good question.

In fact, we are all Japanese, so there is nothing wrong with sharing technology.

As long as the price is right, you can come to me for any information you want..."

Good fellow, he is a traitor and yet he speaks so righteously.

He Daqing obviously did not agree with the fat man's idea and slapped him in the face.

"Shut up, I asked you to answer, just answer honestly, don't rush to answer..."

The data room was not in the office building. The two walked for a long time before arriving at a three-story building that occupied a large area.

The first and second floors are experimental centers, and the third floor is where technical data is stored.

The fat man lowered his head, took the key with a vicious look on his face, opened the door of the experimental center, and quietly reached into an inconspicuous corner.

Before he could press the button, a large hand grabbed his throat.

With a "click", there was complete silence.