My Spy Years

  Chapter 478 National Martyrdom (seeking subscription and monthly ticket)

  Jiro Sanben didn't directly answer Cheng Qianfan's question.

  Instead, Cheng Qianfan was informed that the Super High School had already taken action against the Party Affairs Investigation Department of the State Government.

   "It should have been like this a long time ago." Cheng Qianfan said happily, "Although these idiots from the Party Affairs Investigation Department will not pose a great threat to the empire, if they are not cleaned up, they will eventually be a hidden danger."

   "Miyazaki-kun, it seems that you look down on the Party Affairs Investigation Office of the Chinese government?" Sanben Jiro asked with a smile.

   "A bunch of bureaucratic rabble." Cheng Qianfan looked contemptuous.

  Sanben Jiro nodded in agreement, whether it was Wang Kangnian or Wu Shanyue, especially the expression of the latter surprised him.

   Rao had known for a long time that the Party Affairs Investigation Office was not enough, but he never expected it to be so dire.

  As Cheng Qianfan said, the Party Affairs Investigation Office is a rabble of bureaucrats.

   Maybe they are good at dealing with the Red Party, but they are vulnerable to the imperial secret service.

  Because strictly counted, the Party Affairs Investigation Office cannot be regarded as a real secret service organization. They rely on the national government authorities and have long been accustomed to relying on the state's administrative and military power to act. It is very appropriate to say that the bureaucratic system is very appropriate.

   Now that Shanghai has fallen, these agents of the Party Affairs Investigation Office, who used to show off their might, are completely unable to adapt to the struggle on the hidden front, and they are extremely lacking in the will to fight.

  Compared with the Special Affairs Department of Lixingshe, the old opponent of the super high school, the Party Affairs Investigation Department is indeed very easy to deal with.

   "Director, are you going to take measures against Tan Detai?" Cheng Qianfan asked expectantly.

"Qin Detai's identity is a bit sensitive." Sanben Jiro shook his head, "The French and British opposed the empire's occupation of Shanghai, and they are now forced to remain silent. Correspondingly, Britain and France place more emphasis on their interests in the concession. It is very difficult to take action against a chief inspector of the police station. If we want to move this person, we must first remove Tan Detai from the position of chief inspector of the central police station."

   "The subordinate understands." Cheng Qianfan showed admiration, "The section chief is farsighted and considerate, and the subordinate is very impressed."

  …

  At this moment, Araki Harima came in with a stack of letters.

   "Director, how to deal with these letters?"

   "Burn them all." Sanben Jiro said in a deep voice, "Send someone to inform the imperial expatriates that it is strictly forbidden to keep similar letters privately, especially the photos must be destroyed."

"yes!"

  A photo fell from the envelope, Cheng Qianfan picked it up and glanced at it.

  His eyes shrank, and deep in his heart was great pain and sorrow.

  The rumors about the massacre after the Japanese army occupied Nanjing had spread as early as the end of last year.

   This is a photo of a few Japanese soldiers laughing unscrupulously, and there are corpses on the ground.

  Araki Harima took the photo from his hand.

   "Chairman, this is?" Cheng Qianfan asked.

   "The Ministry of Foreign Affairs believes that the letter paper sent by the imperial soldiers to their relatives in Shanghai is detrimental to the image of the Great Japanese Empire, and requires cooperation in screening and confiscating it." Sanben Jiro said casually.

  "The bureaucrats from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs." Cheng Qianfan flattened his mouth and shook his head, "The imperial warriors have worked hard, killing a few lowly Chinese people for fun, no fuss."

   "It's just that I'm worried about causing international discussion." Jiro Sanben said, waving his hand, signaling Araki Harima to take these letters and photos to be incinerated.

   "Those British and French people have done similar things a lot, but now they are hypocritical." Cheng Qianfan said with a sneer.

  …

  Leave the headquarters of the super high school.

  Cheng Qianfan hailed a rickshaw, and he signaled the driver to pull up the shed.

  The raised carport covered his cheeks and his painful eyes.

  The driver drove the rickshaw for a while, and after leaving the vicinity of the special high school, Cheng Qianfan covered his face with his hands, his heart ached like a knife.

   My poor countrymen!

  The grief and anger in his heart seemed to be burning, burning his heart, his blood!

   Dog Day's!

   Inhuman scum!

  He just had an urge to die with Sanben Jiro desperately!

   "Sir, here we are."

  Cheng Qianfan opened the wallet, took out a French currency and handed it to the driver.

   "Don't look for it anymore, buy something delicious for the child."

  Cheng Qianfan waved his hand, ignoring the thank you from the coachman behind him.

   entered the house.

  Bai Ruolan is cooking in the kitchen.

  Cheng Qianfan hugged his wife.

   "Oh, what are you doing, cooking." Bai Ruolan said angrily.

   "Don't move, I'll just hug, hug." Cheng Qianfan's voice choked up.

  Bai Ruolan put down the spatula and remained motionless.

  She felt tears dripping down her neck.

   "Qianfan, what's wrong?" Bai Ruolan turned around, and saw her strong husband burst into tears, so sad and helpless.

  Cheng Qianfan did not speak, but hugged his wife tightly.

  Long time.

  He loosened his arms and wiped his eyes with both hands.

   "What happened?" Bai Ruolan took a towel, scalded it with hot water, and handed it to Cheng Qianfan.

   "It's all right." Cheng Qianfan took the hot towel, covered his face, burned it, and smiled, "I don't have much appetite today, I'm going to the study first."

  He didn't intend to tell Ruolan about these things. On the one hand, it was too cruel, and he was worried that Ruolan would not be able to bear it. On the other hand, Ruolan had not received professional training, so he was worried that he would be affected and show his feet inadvertently.

   "Then you go to rest, I will call you when you eat, eat a little bit."

   "Understood." Cheng Qianfan kissed his wife on the forehead, signaling her not to worry about him, and went straight up to the second floor.

  Bai Ruolan looked at her husband's back, her eyes were full of worry, Cheng Qianfan never took the initiative to reveal to her what he was really doing, but Bai Ruolan had a vague guess in her heart, and she had been silently accompanying and cooperating with him.

  The two were childhood sweethearts and had known each other for so many years. Except for the time when Cheng Qianfan was just sent to the orphanage, she had never seen Cheng Qianfan so sad.

  …

  In the study.

  Cheng Qianfan had a gloomy expression.

  He numbly disassembled his own gun, disassembled it into parts, and quickly assembled it again, repeating the process.

  Finally, he loaded the magazine, closed the safety, picked up the Browning gun, held it with both hands, and faced a wall with red eyes.

  He closed his eyes, his mind was full of dead bodies all over the ground.

  Take a deep breath.

  Take a deep breath.

  Cheng Qianfan put his thumb on the trigger.

   With a painful roar in his heart, he clicked, opened the safety, and threw the pistol on the table...

  My compatriots, my motherland!

  …

  Bai Ruolan just brought the food to the table, when she came to the door and called Xiao Bao who was playing in the alley, she saw Cheng Qianfan coming downstairs.

"time to eat."

   "Well, I see."

  Cheng Qianfan agreed, came to the living room, and picked up the phone.

   "Pick up Chandli No. 11, owner Li Hao."

  The phone is about to go through.

   "Haoko, it's me."

   "Brother Fan."

   "Come here now! Bring the title deed of the old ghost's house." After Cheng Qianfan finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

  Old Guijia is implicitly known as the Japanese Cavalry Battalion at the Huade Road Racecourse. The so-called title deed refers to the architectural drawings and materials related to the barracks.

  After the fall of Shanghai, Cheng Qianfan secretly collected relevant information about the Japanese army. He had been secretly preparing for these that might become targets of the Shanghai Special Intelligence Operations Team.

   Now, he's full of rage!

   If he didn't kill a few Japanese soldiers, he felt like he was going crazy.

  He knows that he must be calm and not be controlled by anger, but he can't be completely calm.

   No, to be precise, he is extremely calm now!

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   National Memorial Day, don’t dare to forget, never forget!

  (end of this chapter)