Spy Wars: I have space, but I choose to work alone

In the consulate in Shanghai, the consul general looked at the latest newspapers with large pieces of news about strikes, angrily swept all the newspapers to the ground, and cursed:

"These brainless idiots in the Military Police Command actually dared to kill people with machine guns in the streets of the city. They have no sense of the overall situation!"

Just yesterday afternoon, he received diplomatic concerns from several countries, urging the Japanese side to resolve the strike and boycott issue in Shanghai as soon as possible and not to affect everyone's interests in the Celestial Empire.

Even the national government sent a telegram to express its protest, putting the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, which was already doing its job, in a very passive position.

After all, we live in a civilized society now. The act of shooting civilians in a demonstration with machine guns would have been shocking even during World War II.

When suppressing domestic demonstrations, people just use batons, high-pressure water cannons, or at most a few shots from rifles. But the idea of using machine guns to sweep away protests still makes many foreigners uncomfortable.

No matter how much you curse, things still need to be solved. The economy of Shanghai is crucial to our daily life at this time.

Our current life is just the beginning of the war, although a large amount of land has been occupied.

But China is a poor agricultural country and can’t steal anything valuable at all.

The pressure of repaying the loans lent to Xiaorizi by Britain and the United States has always put a lot of pressure on the Xiaorizi government, so it hopes to make some money by controlling the Shanghai economy.

Now Shanghai has united to strike and close its businesses, which makes life even more difficult for people living in an economy that is already under great pressure.

The Consul General still picked up the phone helplessly and instructed his secretary:

"Fujita, help me make an appointment with the representatives of Shanghai's industry and commerce. I want to discuss with them a solution to the problem of strikes and boycotts."

The Military Police Headquarters had no feelings about the strikes and boycotts, and even joked about it internally. For example, Lieutenant Colonel Takahashi Shiro, who was in the limelight recently, openly mocked it in the cafeteria:

"These cowardly Chinese people can only use such incompetent means to express their anger. This is a nation destined to be conquered by the Yamato nation!"

"Takahashi-kun, great!"

"Takahashi-kun is indeed the future flower of the Military Police Headquarters!"

"Inferior races are destined to be ruled."

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These words attracted countless low-ranking officers to agree with them, and for a while Takahashi Shiro's popularity rose to a new level, and he felt a little proud for a while.

"I'm afraid I'll be promoted to colonel this year. Then I can bring my parents who are fishing in Hokkaido to China and enjoy a life of luxury together." Takahashi Shiro also began to dream.

When Shiro Takahashi got home from get off work in the evening, his wife Mako Hashimoto came up to him and took off his shoes and took his bag.

A boy of about seven or eight years old wearing a kimono ran towards Takahashi Shiro excitedly, holding a bamboo sword and shouting:

"Father, I got first place in today's kendo class!"

Takahashi Shiro happily hugged his son and encouraged him:

"Well, you are worthy of being the child of my Takahashi family. You will be a good warrior in the future and go to the battlefield for Tianhuang! Kill all the people of the Celestial Empire!"

Takahashi Shiro's son brandished his bamboo sword and shouted fiercely:

"Kill all the Chinese!"

Mako Hashimoto looked at her mighty husband and ambitious children happily, thinking that only in China could her family afford to live in such a nice house.

"I really hope that the locust army can conquer this land as soon as possible! So that more people can live a better life!"

After dinner, Hashimoto Mako clasped her hands together and prayed devoutly to the Buddha statue.

In the study, Shiro Takahashi read Li Zhengming's interrogation record word by word, hoping to find clues about Tian Changjie's assassin.

At seven o'clock in the evening, one second before the tactical watch was about to ring, Ma Liang opened one of his tightly closed eyes and silently turned off the timer alarm.

After changing into Mr. Wu's clothes and finishing his disguise, Ma Liang forced a smile that was common on Mr. Wu's face in the mirror.

Shortly after Ma Liang left the house, Mrs. Zhang from next door saw Ma Liang going out so late at night and was about to speak to persuade him when she was stopped by Officer Zhang Yiping behind her.

Chief Inspector Zhang Yiping looked at Ma Liang sneaking around and looking like he couldn't stand the loneliness and was going out to have fun. He shook his head helplessly and sighed softly:

"Alas! The merchant girl has no idea of the sorrow of losing her country! She still has the mind to have fun at this time!"

Ma Liang did not hear what Zhang Yiping said. Due to the strike, there were few pedestrians and vehicles in Shanghai at night.

Not long after Ma Liang passed an empty dark alley, a Ford sedan came out from the other end of the alley. A young man wearing a kimono and a moustache on his upper lip sat in the driver's seat.

After walking around the street for a few times, Ma Liang, disguised as a small-time businessman, after a simple inspection, plunged into the concession in Shanghai where the small-time businessman used to live.

As soon as you enter the Japanese Concession, you will see more people coming and going, just like entering a small city, with Japanese-style buildings and signs everywhere.

You can see people wearing kimonos walking on the streets everywhere, and even see families happily shopping at night.

It was completely different from the cold and desolate feeling Ma Liang had experienced before in the former Kuomintang-controlled area.

The life in the concessions was different from that in other countries. The British and American countries only regarded the concessions as privileged areas that sucked blood, and only a small number of foreign businessmen lived there to do business.

The little guys really treated the concession as their own national territory, and a large number of immigrants with their families moved to the Shanghai Concession, really intending to live here for generations.

Therefore, the Japanese concession in Shanghai was like a country within a country, and the concession was in a state of depression due to the strikes and boycotts of the Chinese people.

The Japanese Concession was the least affected because there were a large number of expatriates living a simple life, and the streets were still very lively.

Ma Liang circled the Japanese Concession several times and made sure that the defense forces at each exit had not increased and were still the same as before.

Finally, at around ten o'clock in the evening, Ma Liang drove to a residential area on the edge of the Japanese Concession, which was guarded by a large number of Japanese military police.

This was the product of the Japanese army's forcible expansion of the Japanese concession after occupying Shanghai. It was euphemistically called redemption, but the money given was no different from robbery.

The most prime part of the residential area was naturally occupied by Japanese military officers in Shanghai. As a lieutenant colonel, Shiro Takahashi worked in the military police headquarters in charge of Shanghai's public security. He was close to the water and was assigned a two-story building.

Ma Liang has been in Shanghai for a long time and has not been doing it for nothing. He has already figured out the deployment and distribution of the Japanese troops in Shanghai. He does not need to prepare in advance and can set off when necessary.

Ma Liang put away his Ford car in secret and changed into night combat equipment.

In this era without ubiquitous cameras, infrared warning radars, and alarms, and with only manpower to rely on, there are not many places that can stop Ma Liang.

Almost without the Japanese sentries noticing, Ma Liang easily climbed over the wall and successfully entered the senior officers' residential area guarded by the Japanese military police.

Without further delay, after simply determining the location, Ma Liang headed towards Takahashi Shiro's home according to the map he had memorized in his mind.