Chapter 193 I Went Mad During the Republic of China Era (9)
“However,” Old K changed the subject, “we won’t receive instructions from above until around 3 a.m. at the earliest.”
Old K's implication was clear: until then, they could only wait.
Zhou Jue shook her head; she didn't have time to wait.
She spoke directly, her tone crisp and decisive: "Although the comrades on that list are safe, the source is still there. That traitor, Du Juan, how does the organization usually deal with people like that?"
Old K understood Zhou Jue's meaning, and he squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth: "According to discipline, naturally it is... to eliminate them on the spot."
He spoke those four words with immense difficulty.
The appearance of every traitor means the bloodshed and sacrifice of comrades, a bloody wound on the organization.
"Eliminating him is too dangerous," Old K immediately added, looking at Zhou Jue with worry and disapproval in his eyes. "Since Du Juan has already betrayed us, his current location must be a place heavily protected by the Japanese. You saw it today too; he dared to impersonate me at Juyuande. There's no way he wasn't on guard. That place is a den of wolves and tigers!"
He thought Comrade Xinghuo was going to assassinate someone. In that kind of place, let alone one person, even an entire action team would likely suffer heavy casualties if they went there.
"I have my own way." That same phrase again, exactly the same as this afternoon.
Zhou Jue didn't want to explain too much. She looked at Old K solemnly and said, "Trust me."
Old K fell silent.
He knew he couldn't persuade this mysterious Xinghuo who had suddenly appeared before him. He remembered the pistol on the stone table that had been easily disassembled, and his skill in scaling the courtyard wall without anyone noticing.
Perhaps she really does have a way.
Old K said in a deep voice, "You...you must be careful."
"rest assured."
Zhou Jue uttered two words and said no more. He turned around, opened the door, and disappeared into the deep night.
Old K chased after them to the door, but there was no one outside. He sighed deeply, turned around and went back inside to continue watching the radio.
...
Meanwhile, Zhou Jue, in stealth mode, silently and swiftly approached the residential area where Du Juan was hiding.
The security here was indeed tight, with a Japanese soldier patrolling almost every few dozen meters, and many plainclothes spies hiding in the shadows.
Zhou Jue looked at the heavily guarded two-story building. Inside and outside the courtyard wall, there were guards every three steps and sentries every five steps, all of them plainclothes Japanese soldiers with live ammunition.
It seems that this Comrade Du Juan, while enjoying wealth and luxury, is also quite afraid.
What is he afraid of? Is he afraid that the comrades he betrayed will turn into vengeful ghosts and come back to haunt him? Or is he afraid of being assassinated by people of insight? If he is afraid, then why did he become a traitor in the first place?
A cold smile curled at the corners of Zhou Jue's mouth.
The vengeful ghost has arrived.
Du Juan, whose real name was Chen Wangde, was the deputy leader of the intelligence analysis team in the Jibei region. To reach such a position, he was certainly not unintelligent. He knew all too well how hated his actions were, and he was also all too aware of the organization's methods for dealing with traitors. Therefore, he was terrified of death.
The house Major Kuroki arranged for him looked impressive on the surface, but it was actually a gilded cage. He hired over a dozen bodyguards at great expense, and with the addition of Japanese spies, the house was surrounded by layers of guards. He thought that would make him safe.
Zhou Jue stood at the door, the Fang of the Listening Sea already covering the entire mansion.
The thoughts of those Japanese soldiers and bodyguards were nothing more than trivial matters like "Where should we go drinking tonight?" and "When will this month's pay be issued?" Zhou Jue filtered them out and quickly searched with his mental energy.
She quickly found her target.
[Nothing's happening at the teahouse today. That old fox, Old K, must have noticed. That idiot, Blackwood, probably thinks my intelligence is faulty.] Dujuan's thoughts were filled with frustration and resentment.
[But it's alright, the list has already been submitted, none of those people will escape. Once things calm down, I'll take my money to Tokyo, open my own trading company, marry a beautiful woman, and never have to live this life of constant fear again.]
He was happily fantasizing about the future, and as he thought about it, he reached out and touched the several wooden crates neatly stacked beside him.
Hehe, my little darlings...
Hearing this thought, Zhou Jue's murderous intent intensified. Didn't he feel the heat when he touched the gold bars that were bought with the blood of his comrades?
Without further hesitation, she swayed and headed straight for Du Juan. The master bedroom was empty, but Zhou Jue could clearly "hear" the heartbeat and breathing coming from under the bed.
She walked to the bedside, reached out and lifted it, easily moving the heavy mahogany bed and its bedding aside to reveal a trapdoor disguised as a floorboard.
Du Juan, who was in the basement, was immersed in his sweet dream when he suddenly heard a soft sound above him. He was startled and looked up abruptly.
The movable wooden plank above our heads, disguised as a floor, actually... opened by itself?
The wooden planks were lifted, revealing the upstairs bedroom, but the opening was empty; there wasn't a soul in sight.
A chill instantly shot from the soles of Du Juan's feet to the top of his head! He instinctively tried to call for help and reached for the gun hidden under his pillow, but it was too late.
Zhou Jue gave him no chance at all, slashing his neck with a chop to the neck. He felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck, and then his consciousness went dark. He didn't even have time to scream.
With a thought, Zhou Jue threw the traitor Du Juan into the third compartment of the Starry Secret Box—the "interrogation room" she had specially prepared for the Japanese and traitors.
[Host, target has been contained. Vital signs are stable, but the target is in a deep coma.] The system reports in a timely manner.
"Let him sleep, don't wake him up," Zhou Jue instructed, then turned his gaze to the wooden crates.
She walked over and kicked one of them open. The bright yellow light almost blinded her. The whole box was full of small yellow croakers.
Zhou Jue didn't stand on ceremony. She waved her hand and put the box and gold bars into her own space. This was all the hard-earned money of the people, the money her comrades had earned by risking their lives. Rather than leaving it to the Japanese devils and traitors, she would keep it safe for them and hand it over to the organization as funds later.
After doing all this, she quietly moved the large bed back to its original position, laid the carpet back on, and restored the entire bedroom to its original state, showing no signs of having been disturbed.
Next, the cleanup work began.
She relied on her invisibility, like a ghost walking among humans.
The Japanese soldier upstairs, cleaning his gun, was complaining about how boring the mission was when he suddenly felt a chill on his neck and lost consciousness. The next second, he vanished from the room.
The traitor downstairs, who was playing cards, had just gotten a good hand and was about to slam it on the table in triumph when suddenly everything went black, and his cards vanished without a trace.
One after another.
Whether they were Japanese soldiers or collaborators, they were powerless to resist Zhou Jue.
Before long, she had cleaned up all the survivors in the entire building, regardless of whether they were dead or alive, and threw them all into the Starry Sky Box for imprisonment.
The entire building fell into a deathly silence in an instant.
She hadn't actually planned to take action against the Japanese so soon. The situation in Beiping was like a powder keg, just waiting for a match to ignite it. If she went on a killing spree here and fabricated a "mass disappearance of Japanese spies," the Japanese would probably be overjoyed. They were just looking for an excuse, and now she was delivering herself right to their doorstep. They wouldn't even need to wait until July 7th; the Japanese could use the banner of "seeking justice for their people" to legitimately surround the 29th Army.
But on her way there, she suddenly realized that at this time, the Japanese only had more than 5,000 troops stationed in the area. They only started to mobilize troops from all sides after July 7th. She could take advantage of the time difference and nip the plan in the bud!
She's made up her mind: she won't sleep tonight; she'll wipe out all five thousand people!
Zhou Jue stood in the empty living room and scanned it again with his mental power to make sure nothing was missed.
With a thought, she vanished from the spot.
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