Courtyard House: Reborn in the 1940s, Starting with Killing Japanese Devils

Mingcheng looked worried: "Brother, what should we do with Guying? He's our comrade."

Minglou's expression was serious, and his tone was heavy: "Now, we can only hope that Gu Ying is safely hidden away."

The Special Higher Police have been suspicious of us for quite some time now.

Our identities must never be revealed. As long as the war continues, we cannot afford the slightest mistake.

As soon as he finished speaking, Minglou picked up the European-style telephone on the table and put it to his ear.

The call was from Hirata Kiko, the head of the Special Higher Police Section. Her tone was unusually stern, with a clear accusatory tone: "Mr. Akira, why didn't you answer the phone just now?"

"I'm so sorry, Commander Hirata. I was just chairing an important financial meeting of the new government to discuss issuing new currency to boost Shanghai's economy."

Minglou suppressed his disgust and aversion, responding calmly and adding to the other person's words.

"All of these arrangements are for the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere, for the development and prosperity of this region."

This Kiko Hirata was recently transferred from Beijing to Shanghai.

She scoffed, her words laced with suspicion: "Mr. Ming, is a finance meeting really more important than the safety of the military police headquarters?"

Minglou took a deep breath and calmly replied, "Commander Hirata, financial stability is the foundation of victory in war, and I would never dare to underestimate it in the slightest."

Everything I've done is for the sake of the Great Japanese Empire.

"Mr. Ming, please put aside all your work at the Finance Department for now. Just now, the Military Police Headquarters was shelled."

Kiko Hirata's voice came from the other end of the phone, carrying an unquestionable command.

"Oh? Such a thing happened? Who did it?"

Minglou deliberately feigned extreme surprise, even though Hirata Kiko couldn't see his expression at all.

"The murderer has not yet been caught. Commander Matsui has ordered an immediate lockdown of the entire city."

The Special Higher Police, the Mei Agency, the Garrison Command, and even the 76th Division—all departments were mobilized to conduct the search.

Hirata Kiko spoke in a cold tone, explaining the current arrangements one by one.

Hearing these words, Minglou finally felt relieved.

The fact that the murderer was not caught means that Guying is safe; at the very least, he has successfully escaped and has not fallen into the hands of the Japanese.

"I understand, Commander Hirata."

Minglou nodded slightly, his expression calm on the surface, but inwardly he was secretly relieved. He then continued...

"I will immediately arrange for the Special Affairs Committee to assist in the search and arrest, and will do everything in our power to find this audacious murderer."

Hirata Kiko responded with satisfaction and then hung up the phone.

Minglou put down the phone, turned to look at Mingcheng, his eyes showing a hint of determination: "Mingcheng, we must be more careful with every step from now on, and we must not let the Special Higher Police find any fault with us."

At the same time, find an opportunity to pass on some useful information to Guying, such as by placing a missing person notice in the newspaper.

Don't do it yourself. Find an opportunity to inform Uncle Li and have him publish it in the Jinling Daily.

Mingcheng nodded emphatically, his expression serious and solemn: "Brother, rest assured, I will make sure everything is arranged properly."

……

Inside the office of the Wang Jingwei regime's No. 76 headquarters, Director Li Moqun, dressed in a black suit and wearing round glasses, had a deep gaze like a lurking beast in the abyss.

He wore a faint smile on his face, appearing refined, but exuded a sinister and ruthless aura.

At this moment, he was facing several of his subordinates: Bi Zhongliang, the newly appointed head of the Special Operations Division—

Former Director of Operations, Leung Chung-chun, has been executed, as have former Deputy Director of Special Operations, Leung Shuk, and Director of Intelligence, Choi Mo.

"Everyone, please share your thoughts. The Japanese are completely enraged this time and are currently conducting a city-wide manhunt for the murderer."

"Commander Hirata has already called and ordered the entire 76th Division to be deployed to assist them in apprehending the suspect."

Li Moqun spoke slowly, taking out a Camel brand cigarette as he spoke, and lighting it with a lighter in his left hand.

Behind Bi Zhongliang stood Chen Shen, the captain of the first detachment of the Special Operations Division.

His gaze swept over the group of agents attending the meeting without making a sound. His true identity was an underground Communist Party intelligence agent infiltrated into No. 76, codenamed "Sparrow".

Bi Zhongliang was also dressed in a suit, his hair neatly combed back and slicked back with hair oil, looking very capable. He began by saying, "Buddha said, 'If I don't go to hell, who will?'"

Director Li, we have no other choice now.

"Now that we've stepped through the door of Number 76, there's no turning back. We have no choice but to go all the way."

A mocking smile played on his lips as he continued, "However, even in hell, we must live with dignity. Director Li, don't you agree?"

Li Moqun took a drag of his cigarette, slowly exhaled a ring of smoke, and a sinister glint flashed in his eyes: "Director Bi, now is not the time for jokes."

This time the Japanese are serious; they've launched a city-wide manhunt. We must produce tangible results, or none of us can afford the consequences.

Cui Mo chimed in with a sinister tone, "Director Li is right."

We need to quickly find a way to find the guy who dared to bombard the military police headquarters, otherwise, we can't withstand Commander Matsui's wrath.

Liang Shuo frowned, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Director Li, I think we can start the investigation by looking at the gangs that have recently joined or the people who are acting suspiciously."

After all, someone who dares to do something so outrageous is definitely not an ordinary person; they might even be connected to some gang.

Chen Shen listened quietly to the news, secretly plotting how to pass it on to his superior, the "Prime Minister."

On the surface, however, he pretended to be deep in thought, nodding slightly from time to time, as if he were carefully considering Liang Shuo's suggestion.

Li Moqun nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over everyone, and said in a deep voice, "Deputy Director Liang's suggestion is very appropriate. Director Bi, I'm entrusting this matter to you. Make sure to dig out the clues as soon as possible."

In addition, make sure your subordinates are on high alert, so that you don't end up causing other trouble instead of catching the criminal.

Bi Zhongliang immediately stood up and bowed: "Director Li, rest assured, I will investigate the matter as soon as possible and give the Japanese side a clear answer."

Before he finished speaking, he turned to Chen Shen and the others and ordered, "Chen Shen, you guys come with me and take action immediately."

Chen Shen's heart sank, knowing that the real test had arrived.

He followed Bi Zhongliang out of the conference room, his mind racing, trying to figure out how to cooperate with Gu Shenyan in the follow-up operations and disrupt the Japanese and puppet regime's investigation.

Meanwhile, Zhao Heng had already swaggered out of the Japanese concession, walked through the bustling streets and shops, and stepped into the French concession.

His steps were steady, his gaze sweeping over the exquisite Western-style buildings and cafes along the street, his heart churning with complex emotions.

At that moment, he was wearing sunglasses and a black trench coat, carrying a briefcase, and headed straight for the HSBC Shanghai branch at No. 10 Zhongshan East Road.

This branch is one of the top financial institutions in the Far East and a core financial hub in Shanghai.

At a height of over twenty meters above the ground in the octagonal lobby of the bank, eight murals composed of hundreds of thousands of tiny colored mosaic tiles are inlaid.

It depicts the architectural styles of eight cities, including Shanghai, Hong Kong, London, Paris, and New York, in the early 20th century, and is both grand and exquisite.