The previous two executions were widely reported and reprinted by major newspapers in Chongqing, making it known throughout the city. Many curious people and newspaper reporters kept an eye on the area near Tongyuan Gate. As soon as they saw someone post a notice, they would crowd around to watch. Soon, the news of another execution spread, and Tongyuan Gate was once again surrounded by a dense crowd of people.

However, among the crowded crowd, there were also some people with ulterior motives. One of them, a middle-aged man with an unremarkable appearance, slowly squeezed to the front of the notice posted on the city gate, looked up and carefully read the contents. Looking at the list of criminals to be executed, he couldn't help but feel a chill. He carefully wrote down the names before turning around and slowly moving out of the crowded throng.

Before long, a loud siren sounded, and a team of fully armed soldiers led the way, forcefully pushing and blocking a passage. Soon they cleared the crowd from the execution ground area, and then a convoy drove up in a grand procession.

Another group of elite soldiers disembarked. These were all personnel from the Second Operations Division. They were fully equipped and, under the guidance of their respective officers, were carrying out the pre-execution preparations in an orderly manner.

The back of a truck was opened, and a group of prisoners were pushed off the truck and taken to the execution ground. Their mouths were stuffed with cloth so they couldn't make a sound, and their bodies were tightly bound. The execution team pushed them to the foot of the city wall, with wooden plaques tied to their backs bearing their names. An execution officer stepped forward to confirm their identities and then ran to report to Ning Zhiheng.

Ning Zhiheng nodded, raised his hand to look at his watch, and waited quietly without saying a word.

The middle-aged man, hidden in the crowd, stared intently at Ning Zhiheng not far away, his eyes filled with barely concealed hatred, wishing he could rush up and die together with him.

Just then, Ning Zhiheng seemed to sense something and suddenly turned to look in the direction of the middle-aged man. His eyes were sharp as he carefully examined everyone in the crowded throng.

Ning Zhiheng's actions immediately frightened the middle-aged man, who quickly lowered his head to avoid the intimidating gaze. Fortunately, everyone was crowded together at this time, and Ning Zhiheng did not notice the middle-aged man. After scrutinizing him for a while, he finally turned his head away.

When the time came, Ning Zhiheng wasted no more time. He gave a low order, and the officer beside him ran forward and gave a command. The execution team stepped forward and kicked the prisoner in the back of the knee, making him kneel down facing the city wall. Then they stepped back and raised their guns to aim.

At Ning Zhiheng's signal, a chorus of gunshots rang out, piercing the backs of the heads of the prisoners. The scene before him sent a shiver down the spine of the middle-aged man hidden in the crowd. He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and watched as the execution team stepped forward to finish off the prisoners, completing the final step of the execution.

Ning Zhiheng did not linger. He got into his car, led his guards away, and left the scene behind.

The middle-aged man watched Ning Zhiheng leave, then mingled with the dispersing crowd, slowly leaving Tongyuan Gate. He quickly left the crowd, took a few quick steps, turned around and entered an inn, went up to the second floor, pushed open his room door, went inside, and closed the door behind him.

At this moment, there was still a young man in the room. He was wearing an ordinary suit, his hair was parted in half, and he looked to be in his early thirties. The young man was standing on the side of the window, looking down at the pedestrians walking back and forth on the street.

Upon seeing the middle-aged man enter, the two exchanged a glance, and the younger man spoke first: "You went to the execution site just now, did you see it clearly?"

The middle-aged man nodded heavily and replied in a deep voice, "I see clearly, it really is Mr. Matsuda. I worked with him for a while, but I never expected that such an outstanding agent would pass away right before my eyes. It's such a pity."

After saying this, he couldn't help but sigh deeply, his eyes filled with sorrow, a sense of shared grief for the fallen.

The two men were the special agents sent to Chongqing by Takasaki Shigeo. The younger one was Miyahara Shun, and the older one was Nagano Ichiro. Their purpose in coming to Chongqing was to find out the true situation of the Chongqing intelligence network.