However, this time they were lucky. After breaking into a room, they found two silver bracelets. The two soldiers laughed heartily, finally they had made a gain this time.
Just as they were preparing to continue the search, several bullets struck them squarely in the back.
"Bang, bang!" The loud gunshots rang out sharply in the quiet, deserted street.
Several young men in short jackets emerged from the shadows. They went forward and confirmed the deaths of the two Japanese soldiers. The leader said, "Retreat immediately!"
The group of people turned and walked away quickly, disappearing without a trace.
Inside the garrison headquarters, Takeshi Ishikawa raised his wrist to check the time. It was already noon. He was planning to take Fujiwara to see the villa he had reserved for him this afternoon. Luckily, he acted quickly, otherwise someone else would have snatched it up.
Takeshi Ishikawa stood up, preparing to leave the office, when he heard the phone ring on his desk. He shook his head, turned around and picked up the phone again, his expression quickly turning serious.
"I'll take men there immediately," Takeshi Ishikawa said coldly. He slammed down the phone, strode out of the office, gave an order, gathered a squad of Japanese soldiers, and drove directly to the crime scene in military vehicles.
When they arrived at the deserted street, the Special Higher Police headquarters agents had already arrived at the scene and were examining the bodies of the two Japanese soldiers.
Having finished his inspection, Akita Akihito, the intelligence captain of the Special Higher Police, finally stood up, looked at Ishikawa Takeshi who was approaching, nodded slightly, and said, "Major Ishikawa, are you on duty today?"
"Yes, Captain Akita, I came over as soon as I received your call. I wonder if you have found anything?" Takeshi Ishikawa bowed slightly. The Japanese army had a strict hierarchy, and Akita Akihito's rank was lieutenant colonel, which was higher than his. As an intelligence officer, he always had great privileges, so Takeshi Ishikawa did not dare to be negligent.
“The murderers all used Browning pistols, attacked from behind, and died on the spot,” Akita Akihito said with a somber expression, shaking the two silver bracelets in his hand. “They weren’t after money; none of the soldiers’ belongings were stolen. They just wanted their lives!”
"What do you mean?" Takeshi Ishikawa asked, somewhat suddenly realizing, "Chinese agents?"
“Yes, as far as I know, Chinese agents, especially those from military intelligence stations, mostly use Browning pistols. Judging from the location of the bullets, there should be a group of three or more people. They didn't even take the sergeant's rifle because they know that carrying a rifle would easily expose their whereabouts. They also didn't search for valuables because that would delay their escape. They were very disciplined, shooting and retreating immediately. Mr. Ishikawa, these are definitely not scattered rabble; they should be agents from a Chinese military intelligence station. This is the second case already,” Akita Akihito explained. He was a veteran agent with many years of experience, and he immediately guessed the identity of the opponents upon seeing the scene.
"Damn it, these cunning bastards! We'll start the search immediately," Takeshi Ishikawa said viciously.
“No need. There’s no one on the surrounding streets. Some Chinese people had returned to live here, but the gunfire scared them away.” Akita Akihito waved his hand helplessly, pointing to the dilapidated streets around him. “I just don’t understand why there are soldiers in such a desolate area. Is it all for these few silver bracelets?”
At this point, Akita Akihito threw the silver bracelet on the ground and cursed, "Foolish!"
Takeshi Ishikawa shook his head helplessly. In fact, this area was located in the western part of Shanghai, far from the central area of eastern Japan. It had been a battlefield for street fighting between the two sides, and the damage was severe. The residents had long since fled.
However, many valuables were left behind in the chaos of the war. After the war, Japanese soldiers would often come in groups to search for valuables and even plunder returning Chinese refugees.
These refugees were originally residents of Shanghai. After fleeing for a long time, they had no choice but to return to Shanghai to find shelter. However, the Japanese stragglers did not spare them either, acting recklessly and committing all kinds of atrocities. This gave the military intelligence agents an opportunity, and this time they successfully carried out the attack.
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