At that moment, the shop door was pushed open, and two young men in suits walked in.
"You're here, please wait a moment! There aren't many people today, I can fix your hair right away!" Old Zhao said enthusiastically, continuing to trim the customer's hair, but his eyes were carefully observing the two young men's actions through the reflection in the mirror opposite.
The two young men simply nodded without replying, and casually glanced around the entire barbershop.
Seeing that the barbershop wasn't very big, their gazes turned to the stairs, and then they exchanged a glance, preparing to make their move.
Old Zhao carefully observed the reflection in the mirror and vaguely sensed that something was wrong. The two young men didn't say a word, but just looked around the barbershop. Moreover, their hair wasn't long and was neatly styled, so there was no need for it to be trimmed.
Their intentions were ill, but Old Zhao was still unsure of the situation. They were undoubtedly Japanese, but had they come to his door simply out of suspicion, or had they already found a weakness in him? He couldn't decide whether he should leave immediately.
But just as he hesitated, the other side acted faster. The two young men simultaneously drew their guns, pointed them at Old Zhao and the customer, and shouted in broken Chinese, "Don't move, or we'll shoot!"
At the same time, the store door was slammed open by the tremendous force, and several Special Higher Police agents rushed in, guns pointed at them.
The customer screamed in fright and collapsed to the ground. Facing several gun barrels, Old Zhao hesitated and struggled, but in the end he sighed, raised his hands, and gave up resisting.
Ultimately, he lacked the courage to sacrifice himself like Yu Xingsheng and his comrades, and could not be as decisive as them in the face of life and death. Several Japanese agents rushed forward and tied him up.
Two hours later, in the interrogation room of the Special Higher Police in Shanghai, Old Zhao, who was covered in wounds and barely recognizable as a human, was dragged out by the interrogators. Iwai Nosuke closed the interrogation record in his hand, a smug smile on his face.
After being subjected to severe torture, Old Zhao confessed everything he knew, and Iwai Nosuke got what he wanted.
This operation was very successful. Not only did they thwart the Chinese agents' assassination attempt and kill four of them, but they also captured one survivor and uncovered his superior. This was an excellent opportunity. If they could successfully capture this superior, they could follow the trail to find the enemy's hideout and potentially wipe out all the Chinese agents lurking in Shanghai.
Once he has accomplished this great feat, coupled with his years of experience, he will have enough capital to rise through the ranks and get a promotion!
Thinking of this, Iwai no Nakaji was filled with excitement. He walked out of the interrogation room and briskly went to Captain Akita Akihito's office. He knocked on the door, but no one answered. He grabbed the handle and pushed it, but it wouldn't budge. Instead, a hint of joy appeared on his face.
With the intelligence captain Akita Akihito absent, Iwai Nosuke has a reason to directly request a meeting with the intelligence team leader Imai Yuji, citing the urgency of the case, even if it's not considered bypassing his superiors.
This would make Chief Imai realize that he was the one who solved the case, which was a rare opportunity to show off. If he could gain Chief Imai's favor and appreciation, it would be a great help to his future.
Iwai nosuke became more and more excited. Without further delay, he quickly went upstairs and knocked on the office door of the intelligence team leader, Imai Yuji.
"Come in!" came Yuji Imai's voice.
Iwai no Naosuke pushed open the door and entered, bowing respectfully to Imai Yuji.
"Team leader, I have an urgent situation to report to you!"
"Cough, cough, emergency?" Imai Yuji put down the documents in his hand, looked up at Iwai Nosuke in front of him.
Six months later, Yuji Imai was noticeably thinner than before. He had undergone major lung surgery, and his speech was still somewhat slurred. It was clear that this serious injury had indeed taken a heavy toll on his body.
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