I just want to die of old age

I woke up early in the morning and there was already a hustle and bustle in the alley. The kettle made an intermittent "puff, puff" sound, and people were talking to each other...

I stretched out on the balcony. I haven't slept so comfortably in a long time.

After I buried all the villagers, I took all the money from the Japanese, bought some basic necessities, and came to Shanghai as planned.

At this time, I have to find a way to ensure my life and find a respectable job.

It's late at night and neon lights are flickering on the streets of Shanghai.

I went out to observe the situation in Shanghai. Although it was already night, there were still many rickshaws, trams, and cars running slowly on the road. The noise was loud and the traffic was heavy. Tall foreign patrolmen could be seen everywhere.

It is full of the atmosphere of Shanghai, very lively, and is simply leading the fashion trend.

I passed by the Paramount Ballroom, a cylindrical building with a high roof and neon advertisements on it. Now it was night, and I could see the colorful ballroom sign from a long distance. It was a social place for many Shanghai dignitaries, wealthy businessmen, young masters and young ladies.

I remember that I had watched many spy films and they all mentioned the Paramount, the "No. 1 dance hall in Shanghai". It was also an important contact point for the Red Party's underground party to carry out revolutionary struggles.

An idea suddenly struck me, and I quickly changed my clothes and walked into the Paramount.

At this time, there were already many men and women in the Paramount, holding hands and dancing.

I had no choice but to find a corner to hide, order a glass of wine and quietly enjoy the dance.

From time to time, I kept observing the situation inside. It was calm and peaceful. Just when I thought I would return empty-handed today.

The bespectacled man whom I saw on the train last time entered the Paramount, surrounded by a group of Japanese officers.

I lowered my head to hide the smile on my lips. It seemed that my guess was right. Since they all showed up, the Red Party underground party must have also infiltrated.

I just don’t know if their mission this time is to stab the man with glasses again. I must help them this time.

I am a person who likes to help others the most.

Suddenly I saw a very familiar person. This was not the man I rescued on the train last time. He happened to be wearing the uniform of a Paramount waiter today, with a glass of wine in his hand.

I stood up and called the "waiter" over and said, "Give me a drink."

He also noticed me at this time, walked towards me, and asked softly: "Why are you here?"

I looked around and saw no one was around, so I said excitedly, "Are you here to kill the man with glasses? I can help you."

Seeing my excited and impatient face, he said helplessly, "I have another task."

After saying that, he looked at me carefully, found a piece of paper, quietly wrote down a line of words, handed it to me and left. After all, he was a waiter now and could not stay in one place for too long.

I took advantage of the table to sneak a peek at the paper, then left my seat.

I followed the instructions on the paper and came to a private room in the Paramount Hotel. I knocked gently and the door opened immediately. He came out, looked around, and let me into the room.

At this time, besides him, there were two other people in the room. They sat calmly on the sofa and looked at me carefully. One was a beautiful lady dressed up in fancy clothes, and the other was a man in a suit.

He began to introduce himself: "Nice to meet you, my name is Huang Weizhe, thank you again for saving my life last time."

I smiled and asked, "Su Yuzhu, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"I asked you to come in this time because I really need your help with something."

"The man with glasses who just came in is a chemical weapons expert sent by the Japanese."

When I heard what he said, a look of deep disgust appeared on my face, and I already knew what that man did.

Sure enough, he continued, "The Japanese are planning to use biological and chemical gas attacks in northern Shaanxi to poison our people and soldiers. That man is the main person in charge of the research on biological and chemical gas."

After hearing this, I was furious, as if all the blood in my body was boiling.

The most common way of attacking with biological and chemical weapons is through poison gas, which is deadly and can make the victim feel dizzy, sore throat, have difficulty breathing, and even directly cause death.

If this kind of weapon were used on the battlefield, our soldiers would suffer heavy casualties, and the threat and oppression would be incalculable.

She was angry, her face was full of anger, her eyes were blazing, and her lips were tightly closed, as if she was suppressing her anger.

Her body was shaking and her anger was like a volcano about to erupt.

Add to that the miserable suffering of the relatives and villagers in the village.

The anger hidden deep inside my heart made me unable to control my emotions anymore.

I asked coldly, "What do you need me to do?"

They couldn't help but be stunned when they saw how angry I was.

"This matter is very dangerous, perhaps..."

I interrupted him directly and said coldly: "I'm not afraid."

They told me about the plan. The man with glasses was called Inoue Wakamatsu. He came to Shanghai this time with information on biological and chemical gases.

Their goal this time is to obtain the information, find out the address where they manufacture poison gas in Shanghai, and destroy all the finished poison gas products.

The Red Party, who were hiding deep underground, found out that the information was hidden on the top floor of the Paramount, but it was heavily guarded and the Japanese officers arranged soldiers to patrol there.

There is also a safe where the Japanese keep their documents. It was custom-made in the United States and is equipped with an alarm mechanism. It requires a special key to open it, otherwise the alarm will sound and alert the Japanese, which would put them in danger.

I kept silent, listening to their narration, thinking carefully, frowning and saying, "You mean, to get the information, we need the key, so the key is with Inoue Wakamatsu?"

Huang Weizhe nodded

I fell into deep thought. If I were asked to steal the key, I wouldn't have the skill to do so.

I am not like a thief with nimble and agile fingers who can steal things without leaving any traces, so I am easily exposed.

They obviously took this into consideration and planned to give me some intensive training to see if I could do it.

My eyes flashed, and an idea suddenly came to my mind. I thought about trying whether the system space could collect other items.

I was eager to try it, and with an eager expression on my face, I said to Huang Weizhe, "Let me give it a try."