Zhong Te's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he glanced at the blood-stained shoe awl in his palm, then at the village woman three or four meters away whose cheeks were swollen and whose mouth was dripping with blood.
He stepped forward, grabbed the village woman by the hair, and lifted her up.
“Tell me, how many Japanese soldiers are in the village?” Zhong Te’s voice was as cold as ice.
The village woman stared intently at Zhong Te, her eyes filled with resentment, but a mocking smile played on her lips.
"Damn it!" Zhong Te was furious. He raised his left hand, aimed the shoe awl at the village woman's temple, and stabbed it hard!
"Pfft!"
Blood splattered.
The village woman convulsed violently a few times and then fell silent.
"Bang!"
Zhong Te threw the body to the ground, took a few deep breaths, picked up the carrying pole from the ground, and rushed to the small courtyard next door.
Zhang Cheng stood at the entrance of the alley not far away, coldly watching Zhong Te smash open the courtyard gate.
Kill him? The thought flashed through his mind, but he suppressed it.
It wasn't the right time yet. He turned and disappeared into the shadows.
Meanwhile, on the fruit mountain.
A dozen or so villagers from Jin Village who had previously entered the experimental base emerged one by one from the thatched shed, anxiously gazing down the mountain towards Jin Village.
Explosions and gunshots rang out one after another.
"Damn it! Are there so many traitors hiding in the village? Have they all started fighting with the cops?"
"What do we do? What should we do?"
"Back to the village! Back to the village right now!"
Just as they were about to set off, Wang Huanchun led several old men out of the thatched hut and blocked their way.
Without wasting any words, Wang Huanchun revealed everything Jin Hanshan had confessed about.
The villagers of Jin Village were completely dumbfounded.
Most of the women in the village are Japanese soldiers? That's impossible!
Wang Huanchun's face was ashen, his gaze sweeping over the fourteen men present like a knife:
"Jin Hanshan said that most of the women in the village are Japanese. But that doesn't mean there aren't some scum mixed in with you. I won't waste my breath; I don't trust you."
"Your Highness, you can't wrong an innocent person!"
"Yes, yes, we're definitely not Japanese!"
"Your Highness, I only have one thing to say: the people I hate most in my life are the Japanese devils!"
Old Huang leaned on his cane, his back hunched, his voice hoarse like a bellows:
"You bunch of kids, if you truly have a clear conscience, stay here quietly. Once the police down below have wiped out the Japanese, your innocence will be cleared. If you insist on going down now... Hmph, then you'll have to step over these old bones of ours first!"
The fourteen villagers from Jin Village looked at each other, too afraid to move.
While Wang Huanchun and the others were stopping people, Zhang Cheng had already quietly climbed over into another small courtyard.
He observed that the female Japanese soldiers in the village seemed to intentionally avoid this area.
The yard was clean.
Zhang Cheng gripped his military dagger tightly, crouched low, and crept toward the small house not far away.
He walked to the door and gently pushed it open with his right hand.
The door creaked open.
"Um?"
When Zhang Cheng saw the scene inside the room, he was first taken aback, and then his pupils suddenly contracted.
An elderly woman with white hair, dressed in a kimono, knelt on the ground. In front of her lay a samurai sword.
The old woman's face was covered with grayish-brown age spots. The door was pushed open, and she slowly raised her head.
Seeing Zhang Cheng walk in with a military dagger in hand and a cold expression, the old woman's age-spotted face revealed a strange smile.
She slightly raised her right hand, gesturing for someone to sit down.
Zhang Cheng chuckled, his steps unwavering, and with lightning speed, his military dagger pierced towards the old woman's temple.
The old woman remained unfazed.
The dagger stopped three inches from her temple.
"Sit down and let's talk," the old woman said in a low voice. "I'm eighty-three years old, I don't have the energy to mess around with you young people."
"Who are you?" Zhang Cheng's voice was devoid of any warmth.
“Hime Nakamura Mitsui,” the old woman said, looking at the samurai sword in front of her with a complicated expression, “formerly the head of the Empire’s ‘God-Making Group’.”
"A group that creates idols?"
“It’s what you think it is, the Biochemical Research Institute.” The old woman turned to look at Zhang Cheng. “The ‘God-Making Group’ focuses on researching human potential. In your eyes, we are demons. But in fact, we are just a group of… simple and obsessive researchers.”
"Jin Village, how many Japanese soldiers?" Zhang Cheng didn't want to hear a thing about her "research".
"Japanese devils?" The old woman chuckled softly. "To be honest, I don't know exactly how many of our compatriots in Jin Village are from the Imperial Empire. All these years, do you really think we could hide so perfectly? Like Jin Gangshan and Jin Gangjiang, did they really not suspect anything about their wives?"
As the old woman spoke, she took out a small booklet from her bosom and handed it to Zhang Cheng: "This is the original list of our compatriots in the Empire."
Zhang Cheng raised an eyebrow, not immediately taking the bait, but instead taking a step closer: "What tricks are you trying to pull?"
Seeing that Zhang Cheng wouldn't take it, the old woman smiled, placed the booklet on the ground, and her expression became even more complicated:
"I lived in the Empire for twenty-one years, and the remaining sixty-two years were spent on this land of China."
Humans have feelings. I
He still did not believe that the empire's decisions were wrong.
But the new China has been established, and I do not want to see the flames of war engulf this continent again.
She paused, then added...
"This list might save you some trouble, and it's my... final act of kindness."
"puff!"
The old woman's words were interrupted by a dull thud as a sharp weapon pierced flesh.
Zhang Cheng moved with ghostly speed, his military dagger already deeply embedded in the back of her neck.
The old woman's eyes were filled with astonishment and confusion.
"Nonsense! Keeping her around is just asking for trouble!" Zhang Cheng looked at the old woman lying on the ground with icy eyes.
He crouched down, picked up the booklet, and, in front of the old woman's still slightly glazed eyes, tore it to shreds, page by page.
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