Chapter 230

Yangquan City.

The heavy snow brought by the cold current from Siberia shrouded this city that had been occupied by the Japanese army for a long time under a silvery white area.

The winter sun sets early, and countless snowflakes are falling from the endless dark sky, and there is silence inside and outside Yangquan City.

Originally, Yangquan was a large yard of the National Government, but now it is occupied by Nestle and has become the command center of the Fourth Brigade of the Japanese Army.

In the simple wooden shed booth at the entrance, two Japanese soldiers wearing thick cotton coats hid on the side of the small charcoal stove inside the booth while taking warm while guarding. In the gate, there were occasionally four Japanese soldiers patrol teams stepping on the thick snow layer, accompanied by a creaking sound, walking through the courtyard of the command center.

As the night was late, the lights in each room in the main building of the Fourth Brigade Command went out one by one. The officers of the command center who worked overtime came out one by one from the door of the main building. The chirping ghost screams broke the tranquility of the snowy night. The empty main building quickly became quiet.

As usual, the headquarters courtyard returned to silence again, waiting for the sun to rise again the next day.

Suddenly, a slender black shadow was covered with a large white cloak, and with extremely agile movements, flashed from the ruins of the collapsed houses nearby like a monkey to the wall of the command center. After listening to the movement, he shook his hand and threw out a steel claw, tried his strength, and rose up like a light swallow, and just flashed on the wall and jumped in.

On a snowy night, every soldier of the Japanese patrol team stepped his foot into the footprints of the previous person as much as possible. There were only two long footprints on the main road around the main building, and the snow layer on the side was as flat as a mirror. If footprints appeared in other places except the entrance of the main building, it meant that there were invaders. This was a good idea that Japanese soldiers came up with the time of day.

The figure who sneaked into the command center did not hesitate too much, and the steel claws flew out again, resting on a thick branch, ignoring the slightest like a swing and swinging in the snow, sweeping through the low altitude and approaching the main building.

Except for a few insignificant snow powder falling on the snow, it was still the same as before.

Continuously passing through several sparse trees with steel claws, the infiltrator was approaching the main building. He just had to pass through a small open space and dive downstairs. Suddenly, the searchlight lights on the nearby guard tower swept over. When he saw that it was about to shine on the infiltrator, he did not care about leaving traces on the snow. The infiltrator quickly rushed over and covered himself with the cloak behind him, trying to lower the extension of his body and reduce the pressure on the ground. The white cloak seemed to be integrated with the same white snow around him.

The blazing light swept through the original position of the infiltrator, but found nothing, and moved to another place again. The infiltrator quickly jumped up and jumped to the main building, each step on the position of the small shadow generated by the searchlight illumination near the protrusions.

Silent snowflakes will gradually cover the traces left by trying to be as careful as possible.

The intruder carefully pried open a window that was somewhat incompatible with special tools, jumped into the room, and walked into a room on the second floor like a familiar road, took out a small flashlight with a faint light, a large safe near the corner of the house, picked it up in the keyhole with an iron wire, and pulled the wheel.

Soon, the safe was opened successfully. The intruder held a small flashlight in his mouth and looked through the documents. When he saw important documents, he immediately recorded them with a small notebook. The guards in the main building and the patrol soldiers outside the building did not notice that anyone was searching for important documents in the command center.

Half an hour later, the files in the safe were flipped through, and the files were put back in place without leaving traces and kept in their original placement. The heavy safe door closed again and the wheel was pulled back to its original position. It was obvious that the intruder was a master.

As if he had finally completed the task, the intruder breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and turned around, suddenly his body stiffened, and his shiny eyes stared at a part of the room.

There was a man in black on the leather chair of the brigade commander's desk, sitting on the desk with his legs leisurely, wearing a dressed black suit that was closer to Japanese samurai uniforms.

Apparently, the man in black, who appeared in the room at some point, witnessed the intruder completing the stealing of documents.

"Miss Xiuzi, it's been a long time since I saw you." The man in black, sitting on the leather chair of the brigade commander, made a low voice in Japanese, just rightly so that the people in the room could hear it. The faint light of the infiltrator holding the flashlight in his mouth shone the clear face on his face.

"You?!" The intruder obviously did not expect that his hidden actions were still noticed, and he was even closer without knowing that. She was not very panicked and asked in the same Japanese: "Who are you?"

"Why, I haven't seen you for so long, and I don't even recognize my old friends?!" Without seeing any movement, the man in black, half lying on the leather chair, twisted his waist and rose up lightly, turned his head in the air, and landed silently like a raccoon cat. "I am Masao Sato, it's such a pity. Miss Mikita Hideko, your outfit covers your beauty. Why do you still have to be a humble ninja? This is really not suitable for you, a beautiful lady."

With a tone of teasing, the man in black came over, and the infiltrator moved quickly to the window like a snake and a scorpion. His left hand flashed and he drew out a slightly bent knife.

"Masao Sato?! It turns out that you are the shameless samurai of the Harada family?!" The eyes that were as rippling as autumn water did not relax their guard at all. The intruder said sarcastically, obviously remembering the other party's identity.

"Haha, it's really a shameless person to be regarded as shameless by the beautiful Ninja Miss. However, it seems that the identity and behavior of the ninja are inseparable from shamelessness and sinister." The man in black suddenly turned cold and his voice turned, "I wonder what it is for Miss Hideko, known as the Rose Ninja, to sneak into the office of the brigade commander in the middle of the night?"

"It's not your business!" The intruder Kiyota Hideko, who had a black cloth covering her face and couldn't see her expression, remained calm and slowly moved closer to the window to find an opportunity to get out.

"Hmph! As a subject of the Great Japanese Empire, not only did not serve the Emperor and the Great East Asian Holy War, he was willing to be a traitor, and stole the secret information of the Empire for those timid families who fought for so-called peace! You are really brave." A trace of fierce look appeared on Sato Masao's face, and he pulled out a pistol from his waist and aimed at Hideko Kiyoda, who had only a short knife in his hand.

"You should know that the life of a ninja has always been the least valuable. You'd better put down your weapons honestly, apologize to Commander Okamura, and tell your accomplices. Maybe Okamura will let you go a long way to continue serving the empire. Women should not participate in the war that only men can participate." Masao Sato held the pistol and stared at Hideto Hideto.

The Japanese army failed to attack the Eighth Route Army base many times, especially the autumn security sweep at the end of the year. Each operation was known in advance by the Eighth Route Army. They calmly arranged a stance to make the Japanese lose troops. If the Eighth Route Army's underground intelligence network was excellent, it would not be so accurate. The commander of the Japanese North China Front Army, Okamura Yasuji, and the senior officials, considered that there might be internal intelligence leakage, specially invited the military's agents to investigate. After a quiet investigation, no leakers were found among the senior officers. When checking the local people entering and leaving the city before and after the leak, some traitors who were familiar with the local situation found some clues.

During an accidental search, the Security Command arrested a suspicious Japanese civilian. After torture and interrogation by torture experts, the civilian recruited himself as a member of an anti-war organization. The Japanese military headquarters followed the clues and found out that the recent leak of the Japanese North China Command was done by several families in Japan that opposed the war of aggression and some Chinese resistance organizations, using the potential forces cultivated, intending to assist China's resistance forces to consume the strength of those Japanese jihadist madmen who were caught in aggression in a feverish war.

Even Japan is focused on expanding outward, it is not solid steel inside, and there are also Japanese forces supporting peaceful claims.

"Hmph! You will only bring destruction to Japan by the jihadists who are burned to death!" Kiyoda Hideko threw a cold sentence. Her light saw that outside the window, many torches were approaching the main building, and there were dog barking.

"Miss Hideko, please don't be ignorant of raising your tilt!" When Sato Masao gritted his teeth and wanted to pull the pistol, Hideko Kiyoda moved, and her body moved to break out of the window. A cloud of smoke suddenly exploded from the position where she was standing.

"Bang!" But the bullet only broke one window glass.

The door of the room suddenly moved, but Hideko Kiyoda opened the door and escaped.

"Haga! Ninja is indeed unreliable." Sato Masao found himself fooled and angrily pulled out a samurai sword in the house as an decoration and rushed towards the door.

Ninjas are originally troops without any position. Sato's words will not play any role in the psychological role of Hideko Kiyoda. Only Chinese assassins will have a firm position.

The guards who came from the corridor outside the room kept screaming and fell to death, and they had not even had time to shoot.

When Sato Masao rushed out of the room, he saw a slender back just disappearing outside the window at the end of the corridor. He was also cursing and chasing him, and also jumped out of the window, following him with a fierce look after him.

More than ten people jumped out of the other part of the command center and followed Masao Sato and chased him. Obviously, a bureau was set up tonight specifically for Hideko Kiyoda, otherwise there wouldn't be so many professionals waiting for a long time.
Chapter completed!