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Volume 2: My Country Six Hundred and Three. Harbin

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    Now, Wang Weiyi can let go and do what he wants to do.

    The so-called "rebellious" Italian officers on the list were all rounded up, including General Motta.  These Italian officers were completely baffled and had no idea what was going on.

    The Germans quickly took control of the Italian troops and took over their original defense area.

    North Africa is basically in the hands of the Germans.

    But the riots that Erwin Rommel had originally feared did not occur.

    All this is because of Ernst Brahm.

    Without him, Africa would not be in its current situation.

    But at this time, Wang Weiyi was preparing to leave Africa

    Although somewhat reluctant to leave, Rommel knew that Ernst had a more important task for him to complete:

    Win the final victory for Germany!

    Wang Weiyi returned to Ziguang Military Base, and his mission in Africa has come to an end.  When Xiao Ling asked whether his next destination was to go back to Germany, Wang Weiyi was silent for a while, and then slowly uttered three words from his mouth:

    "Harbin!"

    Heavy rain began to fall from the sky in Harbin.

    In the thick rain and fog, Mitsuo Yuki was hiding in a small forest, holding a latest camera and taking pictures of a building more than 30 meters away in front of him.

    This is a three-story building in the European classical architectural style. The high ground floor corners, large walls and thick eaves show majesty and solemnity, while the six giant "Klins" supported on the steps  The bright pillars and the "mountain flowers" in the style of a Greek temple set off the top floor, exuding sophistication and magnificence in the majesty.  But the continuous autumn rain made this elegant building feel desolate, and there was not even a single pedestrian on the road.

    Mitsuo Yuki likes this kind of weather, which allows him to shoot without distraction.  His triangular eyes were fixed on a window on the third floor, and his fingers pressed the shutter from time to time.  After a long time, he put down the camera, looked at the window again with a grin, and it seemed that what he saw was not the frosted glass, but a piece of fat meat with a fragrant smell.

    Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he saw two figures, a man and a woman, appearing from the corner of the road, walking towards this side holding an umbrella.  Yuki Mizuo frowned and put the camera back into his windbreaker pocket. Then he held the Browning pistol in his pocket tightly with his right hand and stared at the two men cautiously with his eyes narrowed.

    "Why do people still go shopping in this damn weather?"

    When he muttered, the woman's voice in the distance also sounded in the empty street: "I blame you for having to come out to see the Soviet Consulate in such a cold day and raining."

    "You don't know, this is the most stylish Russian building in Harbin. We will go back to Tokyo tomorrow. If we don't see it, we won't see it again."

    Hearing the conversation between the man and the woman, Yuki Mitsuo breathed a sigh of relief.  Not only because they were a couple walking over, but also because they spoke fluent Japanese. Judging from their conversation, they were obviously Japanese who came to China from Tokyo.

    While they were thinking about it, the couple came over and suddenly saw Mitsuo Yuki in the woods. They were startled at first, and then they started to smile.

    "Hello, sir, can you help us?" The man held a camera in his hand and pointed at the Soviet consulate while speaking in blunt Chinese. It seemed that he had not learned the word "photography" yet.

    Mitsuo Yuki originally planned to chat with his compatriots for a while, but when he thought of his work, he dropped the idea and said in Chinese: "No problem."

    After saying that, he took the camera handed over by the other party and was busy helping the two of them frame the scene.  But just when he was about to press the shutter, Yuki Mizuo's face suddenly turned pale - in the camera's view frame, not only were the smiling faces of the couple, but also two pistols raised towards him.  !

    Mitsuo Yuki felt that the sweat pores all over his body burst out together, and the cold wind spread all over his body in an instant. He threw down the camera suddenly, and quickly reached into the pocket of his windbreaker with his right hand, but his fingertips just touched the handle of the gun, "Crack, snap, snap."  "Pah!" Three crisp sounds rang out in the air!

    Mitsuo Yuki only felt his chest shake violently a few times, and then three spurts of blood appeared in front of his eyes. Before he could scream, two bullets pierced the autumn wind and rushed towards him.

    This time, he was knocked straight to the ground. His eyes widened, but all the scenery in front of him disappeared quickly. Only the sound came into his ears more clearly, except for the howling cold wind and the frightened chirping of birds.  , and a woman's voice: "Yumu, do you still want to get that information?"

    Duan Yimu, Director of the Harbin Police Department, subconsciously picked his ears. He knew clearly on the phone that??I heard the sound of the table being smashed, and the sound was so loud that it almost drowned out Yamaguchi Hiroshi's roar at the same time:

    "This is already the fourth assassination in a month. Are all the people in your police station doing nothing?"

    "Yes, yes, I will send people to search immediately!" Duan Yimu responded hurriedly without wiping the sweat from his forehead.

    On the other end of the phone, Hiroshi Yamaguchi, the head of the Harbin Intelligence Department of the Japanese Kwantung Army, snorted sinisterly, "We, the Kwantung Army Gendarmerie, are responsible for the search and arrest work. Your police department can just increase patrols, but there is an important thing you need to do.  Send someone capable to do it!¡±

    Duan Yimu had just breathed a sigh of relief when he became nervous again by Yamaguchi Hiroshi's last words. He listened with bated breath and nodded repeatedly.  "Yes, I understand!"

    "Do you really understand? Then what should we do after the matter is done?" Yamaguchi Hiroshi asked sadly.

    Duan Yimu lowered his voice and said cautiously: "I promise he will never say a word."

    Seeing Yamaguchi Hiro put down the phone with satisfaction, his confidant Hiroshi Taro asked in confusion: "General, do you really want to leave that task to the National Police Agency? I think it is impossible to complete it with their ability."

    Yamaguchi Hiroshi sighed regretfully and said: "Why didn't I know this? Mu Jun has always been responsible for this task, but he has been killed. The Army Headquarters has given us three days to get this information and make a temporary replacement.  It¡¯s too late, so why not leave this burden to Duan Yimu and treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor.¡±

    Speaking of Yuki Mitsuo, Hiromoto Zetaro said suspiciously: "Yuki-kun has clearly figured out the password, why haven't you taken action yet?"

    Yamaguchi Hiroshi muttered: "He must have made a discovery more important than the password, but no one can know it now."

    After speaking, he looked at the dark sky outside the window and changed the topic, "What is more important now is to find out the murderer of Mr. Yumu! This person has carried out four assassinations in a few days, and all of them  It is against our Kwantung Army. They are clever and covert, and they must be professionally trained agents. No matter who they are, these anti-Manchu anti-Japanese elements must be eliminated, otherwise our life in Manchuria will never be peaceful!"

    Yamaguchi Hong doesn¡¯t like this autumn in Harbin, and Hou Dalei doesn¡¯t like it either, especially now.  Because even though he was holding a big umbrella, he was drowned in the rain and was constantly scolded.

    "Grandma, you held the umbrella tightly, it's raining down!" The voice came from underground, from a cellar unique to Northeastern people.

    "Brother, what are you doing in the cellar on this rainy day?" Hou Dalei wiped the rain off his face with his wet sleeves, shivering.

    But as soon as he finished speaking, he froze. At the same time, his whole body felt hot, and a bright yellow object was thrown out from the cellar entrance.

    He has never seen it, but he knows that this is a gold bar.  Immediately afterwards, the second, third, and fourth gold bars were thrown in front of him one after another.

    Hou Dalei sat down on the dirt, looked straight at the four gold bars, and murmured: "Brother, I'm sorry you've made so much money in the past few years!"

    "What a waste! After three years of purging the magistrate's office and earning one hundred thousand snowflakes of silver, I worked my butt off and saved four gold bars. I can't be more clean!" The laughter and curses still came from the ground, but they immediately turned into pure curses.  "Grandma's, where's the umbrella? It's killing me!"

    Hou Dalei then realized that the umbrella in his hand was protecting the gold bars from the wind and rain. He hurriedly raised the umbrella to the cellar entrance and asked doubtfully: "Brother, aren't there just four gold bars? There are more."

    Before he finished speaking, Hou Dalei was completely stunned. He looked at the thing sticking out from the cellar door. He opened his mouth but couldn't speak. Two black holes of gun muzzle were pointed at his head!

    Hou Dalei was not afraid, because Mo Guangzhi down in the cellar would never shoot at him. He was speechless because he had never seen these two exquisite, brand-new rifles.

    But he didn't bother to ask this. Instead, he looked at Mo Guangzhi crawling out of the cellar and asked blankly: "Brother, what are you doing?"

    "What are you doing? It's not because of Duan Yimu's call just now." Mo Guangzhi closed the cellar lid, picked up two sniper rifles and walked into the house. Hou Dalei picked up the four gold bars and rubbed them.  He said: "Brother Daqing is also afraid. I don't think it's a big deal. Maybe I want you to go back and continue to be the chief of the criminal section."

    "I'm just wondering, has your life been in vain these five years? You haven't made any progress at all. Five years ago you were twelve years old, but now you still have the brains of a twelve-year-old!"

    "I was thirteen that year."

    "I'm talking about one year old!"

    "Even if you are right, why haven't I made any progress? I would have fainted when I saw the gold bars at that time, but nothing will happen now!" Hou ?Lei Lei looked at the gold bar and licked his lips, then hurriedly found clean clothes for Mo Guangzhi.

    "You still need to see gold bars? You could faint when you saw ten dollars at that time. You couldn't steal ten dollars in a day, and those beggars also knocked you out. If I hadn't rescued you from the devil's cave,  You're finished already!"

    "No, it's twenty yuan a day. My skills are not that bad." Before Mo Guangzhi could finish his words, Hou Dalei interrupted him.

    "You never blink an eye when you brag." Mo Guangzhi took off his muddy clothes and reached out to take the shirt Hou Dalei handed him, "I tell you, not only am I ten years older than you, but I also eat-"

    "You eat more salt than I eat. You sleep with more women than me. Except for your eyes, which are not as big as mine, the rest is better than mine. Brother, are you telling me what I said?"  (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)
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