Living in the Republic of China era, from undercover agent to immortality

Before the meeting began, Kagesa Yoshiaki took out a document and handed it to a dozen Japanese officers to review one by one.

Then a dozen or so Japanese soldiers talked in Japanese for more than ten minutes.

The gist of it is that a few people are needed to translate some things, and then hand them over to a Japanese man named Ishida Shirou.

The room was very quiet, except for a few Japanese soldiers exchanging glances and scanning Li Changfeng and a few Chinese men in long robes.

"Yoshi, I heard that you guys are fluent in Japanese and English."

“From today onwards, you will live in the Bai Mansion and participate in some translation work.”

"Don't worry, it won't be long."

A moment later, the Japanese woman named Chida Eiko came over and spoke to the group.

Takeda Ichiro looked at Li Changfeng and nodded slightly, and Li Changfeng did not refuse.

It seems the Japanese didn't trust them at all; they took them away before the meeting even started.

"Gentlemen, please follow me—"

As he spoke, he led the group downstairs to an office.

The office was cluttered and disorganized, filled with countless documents and books.

Several Japanese soldiers were tidying up these things at a long table.

A Japanese man wearing glasses and a suit, who appeared to be the leader, nodded slightly to Chida Eiko.

"Thank you for your hard work, Ms. Chida."

Chida Eiko bowed slightly to the Japanese man in front of her, appearing very respectful.

"Ishida-kun, you're too kind. This was all arranged by Director Kagesa."

“They are trustworthy people found by various departments of the Empire.”

Upon hearing the way Ishida addressed him, Li Changfeng suddenly had a brilliant idea.

Activating the scanning eye, I saw a name and information above this guy's head.

[Ishida Shirou, Japanese biochemical expert, dangerous individual.......]

Upon seeing this information, Li Changfeng was certain that this guy was the one he was meant to kill.

"Please do not panic, everyone. My name is Ishida Shiro, and I work in disease prevention."

"Our research has reached a bottleneck, and we need a lot of data."

"You are only responsible for translation work."

After leading everyone into the room, Ishida Shirou pointed to the documents on the long table and said...

Li Changfeng cursed under his breath, "Mao's disease prevention and control is just biochemical research, isn't it?"

"Please sit down. What you need to translate are these, these, and these..."

Ishida Shiro pointed to the dozen or so books in the room and said to the group.

The group exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.

Li Changfeng also sat down at the table and began to look through the books and materials.

"Translate these Chinese and English classics into Japanese."

"You can leave after you complete the mission."

Seeing that the group had already started working, Ishida Shiro reassured them once again.

The others were very excited and immediately picked up the books to begin translating.

Li Changfeng frowned slightly; these Japanese devils were researching some kind of virus.

Most of the materials inside are biochemical research data.

Li Changfeng opened an English classic book, which turned out to be about the plague bacillus.

"Tap-ta-"

Just as Li Changfeng started working, a group of Japanese spies dressed in suits entered the warehouse.

They pulled out their pistols and quickly closed the door.

Only a few translators in long robes and Li Changfeng remained in the room.

Ishida adjusted his glasses and left with several Japanese soldiers.

It seems they've been placed under house arrest; they won't be able to leave until they complete their mission.

Apart from a few table lamps, the room was shrouded in darkness.

Li Changfeng's eyes turned cold. Taking advantage of everyone's inattention, he took out the Death Note and began to write.

[Ishida Shirou died after contracting plague, his entire body ulcerated...]

........

Ishida Shirou, who had just left the warehouse, was getting into his car with his assistant.

He was holding the latest research data and was preparing to conduct experiments in the prison cell of the military police headquarters.

Suddenly, his body tensed up, blood gushed from his mouth and nose, and he had difficulty breathing.

The next second, he grabbed his own neck and fell straight down next to the car.

"Mr. Ishida, Mr. Ishida!"

Two Japanese soldiers immediately rushed up and shouted.

"Don't come close!"

"Mr. Ishida appears to have contracted a virus."

"Isolate the body immediately..."

Kimura Shota, the deputy to Ishida, stood in front of two Japanese military policemen and said urgently.

The dozen or so Japanese officers who had just come downstairs were stunned when they saw this scene.

"what happened?"

"Ishida-kun was perfectly fine just now, how could he suddenly die?"

Japanese Major General Kagesa Yoshiaki, head of the Mei Agency, stepped forward and questioned Kimura Shota.

"General, Mr. Ishida may have come into contact with the plague virus during the experiment."

"Sudden onset of illness, followed by sudden death!"

Upon hearing this, the dozen or so Japanese soldiers immediately retreated, pinching their noses and not daring to approach.

Kagesa Yoshiaki immediately turned around, his face extremely ugly.

"Dispose of the body immediately, and no one is allowed to touch it."

"Have someone inspect Warehouse No. 1 at the dock, and immediately send virus samples to the Northeast."

"Everyone who enters Warehouse No. 1 must undergo quarantine and observation."

"This must not happen again."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kimura Shota nodded immediately.

"Hayi!"

A group of Japanese soldiers immediately dragged Ishida's body away to be cremated.

The entire Bai Mansion was surrounded, and everyone who had been in contact with Shiro Ishida was placed under quarantine for observation.

Less than half an hour after writing his name, Li Changfeng heard a system notification.

[Congratulations, host, for killing the Japanese expert, Ishida Shirou. Reward: 50 years of lifespan, 100 doses of antiviral serum, and 10 poison gas bombs.]

That's it?

Antiviral serum, poison gas bombs?

This reward surprised Li Changfeng, who then shook his head with a wry smile.

He doesn't need these things for the time being, but they're enough to report back to Boss Dai.

"Click——"

"You can leave now..."

The translation work was immediately suspended due to the unexpected death of Ishida Shirou.

Takeda Ichiro personally led several Japanese soldiers to release Li Changfeng and the others.

The Japanese had no doubt that Ishida Shirou's death was related to them.

Because the research that Ishida Shirou was engaged in was precisely the experimentation with the plague bacillus.

This experiment has been secretly conducted in Shanghai for three months, and preliminary virus samples have been completed.

All he needed was the data to be sent to Northeast China for some live experiments.

Li Changfeng and others were sent to a Japanese hospital for blood tests.

Then, after 72 hours of quarantine, I was sent home.

........

the other side.

At the Zhabei Wharf, Zhang Hai had just contacted Poison Sting, but had not received a reply.

Just as he was about to contact the Shanghai intelligence station to ask Chen Gongshu for help, a phone call came in.

"Hey, what did you say?"

"Minister Ishida is dead..."

Zhang Hai lived in a small villa next to the dock.

His public identity is the owner of Warehouse No. 2 at the dock, and he does business in Shanghai.

Only a few insiders knew about this phone call.

"It's absolutely true, our people at the Military Police Headquarters have been identified."

"Minister Ishida died suddenly yesterday after contracting the plague virus."

"It looks like an accident..."

The person on the phone lowered their voice and spoke slowly and deliberately.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Hai suddenly shuddered.

Accident?

Zhang Hai's mind went blank; he simply didn't believe the explanation.

He needs to contact Stinger as soon as possible to find out the details of what happened.