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

Inside the abandoned Wang Mansion in the French Concession of Shanghai.

Zhao Heng wore a radio headset and listened intently to the call back from Chongqing. The ticking of the key fob echoed clearly in his ears like a heartbeat, and his gaze remained firm and steady.

He held a Glock pistol in his left hand and a Parker pen in his right, rapidly jotting down the numerical codes of the telegram.

After translating the message, Zhao Heng did not hesitate at all. He immediately turned off the radio, unplugged the antenna and power supply, and put the miniature radio back into the system space.

The telegram's core instruction was very clear: "Yan Wang will continue to lie in wait in Shanghai, plotting to assassinate Li Moqun, and making a greater contribution to the war of resistance."

Zhao Heng took a deep breath, looked at the telegram he had translated, and couldn't help but frown. A cold sneer curled at the corner of his mouth: "Damn Dai Li, he's really insatiable."

He had just successfully assassinated Chen Moqun when he was immediately assigned a new mission: to assassinate Li Moqun, the director of No. 76.

This is relentless pressure, giving them no chance to catch their breath.

No wonder Dai Li had a reputation for being cold-blooded and ruthless. It was only natural that Chiang Kai-shek would eventually be determined to get rid of this old fox.

Although he was filled with resentment and anger, Zhao Heng knew that the mission was at hand and there was no room for shirking responsibility.

Moreover, he was perfectly aware that after this incident, the Japanese army must have blockaded the entire city of Shanghai, deployed resources throughout, and frantically searched for his whereabouts.

Under these circumstances, the difficulty of assassinating Li Moqun has undoubtedly increased several times over.

Zhao Heng quickly calmed himself down, forcing himself to stay calm. With a thought, he took out an AK47 assault rifle, two spare magazines, and several American-made grenades from his system space.

He carefully inspected the weapons and equipment, and after confirming that everything was in order, he hid them one by one inside his black trench coat.

He knew that what he needed most at this moment was patience, waiting for the best opportunity, and waiting for the Japanese army's vigilance in the search to gradually decrease.

But in his heart, he harbored an even grander plan—to blow up the Mei Agency and send that Japanese Major General, Kagesa Yoshiaki, to meet the King of Hell.

Four days later, in the Japanese settlement of Hongkou District, Shanghai, the three-story Plum Blossom Hall stood quietly. This was the headquarters of the infamous Plum Agency, a secret service organization of the invading Japanese army.

Japanese Army Major General Kagesa Yoshiaki was appointed as the head of the Ume Agency, wielding supreme power there.

The core members of the organization, including Ken Inukai, Tozo Shimizu, Hikojiro Suga, and Yoshiaki Nishi, were all spies from the Japanese Navy, Army, South Manchuria Railway Company, and Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

This group of executioners laid layers of conspiracies in Shanghai, committed heinous crimes, and plunged the people of Shanghai into misery and suffering.

Night fell once more, and a biting wind swept through the streets of Shanghai, enveloping the entire city in a chilling cold.

Inside the Plum Blossom Hall, Kagesa Teisho was already completely drunk. He was embracing two graceful Japanese geishas on his left and right, his eyes unfocused, his intoxication at its peak.

"Alright, Ms. Kawaguchi, Ms. Mieko, come with me to our room to rest and enjoy yourselves."

Kagesa Tsuneaki staggered to his feet, a lewd smile on his lips, his words reeking of alcohol.

"Hi! General Kagesa!" the two geishas replied sweetly, their voices soft and alluring.

On the other side, three hundred meters from Plum Blossom Hall, Zhao Heng, wearing the Lone Shadow Mask, silently approached.

Just a few hours earlier, in the early morning, he had completed a system check-in, and no one knew about it.

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Zhao Heng calculated in his mind that a week had passed, and the Japanese army's vigilance must have relaxed, making it the perfect time to strike.

He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with determination, and quietly left the Wang mansion under the cover of night.

Returning to the Hongkou area of ​​the Japanese concession, the destination of this trip was none other than the infamous Meihua Hall, the old lair of the Mei Agency in the previous life.

Approaching within 300 meters, Zhao Heng did not hesitate, took out two Glock pistols, installed silencers, and stealthily made his way towards Plum Blossom Hall.

Whenever he encountered Japanese patrol soldiers, he would pull the trigger without hesitation, sending these invaders to meet the Amaterasu they spoke of.

He used the cover of night to avoid the patrol searchlights, pressed his body against the wall, and listened intently to the sounds around him, his heart pounding with the cold wind.

Deep within the Plum Blossom Hall, the dim yellow light flickered slightly, and the faint sounds of Japanese laughter and chatter drifted over.

Now! With only about 150 meters to the target, Zhao Heng held his breath, took out an RPG rocket launcher from the system space, and awkwardly loaded the rocket.

He aimed at the third floor of Plum Blossom Hall and pulled the trigger. The rocket whistled through the night sky, pierced through the railings, and exploded with a deafening roar.

Flames tore through the night, bricks and stones flew everywhere, and the entire building shook violently.

In an instant, flames shot straight into the sky, and the sound of the explosion was so loud it hurt people's eardrums.

Zhao Heng remained calm, but a ruthless excitement flashed across his face. He then took out a second rocket from his system space, loaded it, aimed it, and launched it in one smooth motion!

Boom! Another loud noise echoed through the night sky as the three-story Plum Blossom Hall collapsed, turning into ruins.

Japanese Army Major General Kagesa Yoshiaki was completely destroyed in the explosion, his body reduced to ashes. The entire Mei Agency's Japanese troops were also killed in the rubble, with almost no one surviving.

"Heh heh, you little devils, it's Lone Shadow who's sending you to hell!"

"My fellow countrymen in Nanjing, I will avenge this blood feud in full. Today, I'll start by collecting some interest!"

Zhao Heng's cold gaze swept over the chaotic ruins, but he still felt uneasy. After putting away the rocket launcher, he quickly took out a Thompson submachine gun from his system space and pulled the trigger at the Japanese corpses on the ground.

Da da da!

Da da da!

He ruthlessly emptied a magazine, immediately replaced it with a new one, and continued firing, making sure no one escaped.

After doing all this, he glanced coldly at the ruins, turned around and quickly retreated, his figure soon disappearing into the thick night.

He had to rush out of the Japanese concession as quickly as possible and leave this dangerous place, Hongkou.

Zhao Heng weaved through the narrow alleyways, his heart pounding like a drum. The biting wind stung his cheeks, but he couldn't suppress the raging fire of anger surging within him.

He knew that the Japanese army always reacted quickly, and there was no time to lose; he had to completely escape their pursuit before being discovered.

In the darkness, he strode briskly through the familiar streets, turned into alleys and meandered through the maze, finally arriving at a church.

There was a manhole cover on the ground in front of the church. Without thinking, Zhao Heng squatted down, lifted the cover, quickly crawled inside, and then quietly closed the cover.

Before traveling from Chongqing to Shanghai, he had done his homework and figured out the location of the manhole cover and the routes it connected to.