Holding the original shares, they fought all the way to the Korean War!

"If Kiyoshi Katsuki is really dead, whoever did it, I will reward them handsomely."

His tone was calm, but every word he spoke was firm and resolute.

Dai Li stood at attention and answered.

"Yes, Principal!"

He paused, then asked.

"Principal, if Kiyoshi Katsuki is really dead, should we announce this news to the public?"

The chairman thought for a moment and then shook his head.

"No rush."

"Let's talk about it once we've confirmed it."

"If we announce it now, and the news turns out to be false, it would be a laughing stock."

"If the news is true, then it should be announced at an appropriate time."

"We need to maximize the impact of this message."

Dai Li nodded.

"Yes, Principal, I understand."

The chairman waved his hand.

"Go."

Dai Li saluted, turned around and strode out.

The office door closed gently behind me.

Dai Li walked down the corridor, his pace quickening slightly compared to when he arrived.

His mind was still replaying what the principal had just said.

If only the Military Intelligence Bureau had done this.

Unfortunately not.

He returned to his office, pushed open the door, and went inside.

Dai Li sat at his desk, holding the telegram in his hand, reading it over and over again.

He can wait at most three days.

Three days later, regardless of whether the matter has been investigated or not, he must give the principal an answer.

Dai Li leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Fingers tapped lightly on the desk, the sound echoing in the quiet office.

He only cares about one thing now.

Is Kiyoshi Kazuki really dead?

……

In a quiet alley in Taiyuan City.

Zhang Ming, the stationmaster of Taiyuan Station, sat in a dimly lit room.

He was holding a newly translated telegram in his hand.

After reading the telegram, Zhang Ming leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Boss Dai gave him three days.

Within three days, we must find out whether Kiyoshi Kazuki is dead or not.

This is no easy task.

Taiyuan City remains under martial law since May 31.

How easy would it be to find out whether a Japanese lieutenant general was alive or dead under such circumstances?

Zhang Ming didn't dare say no.

Boss Dai's orders have always been to spare no expense.

If you can't do it, you're incompetent.

He knew all too well the consequences of incompetence.

Zhang Ming opened his eyes and his gaze fell on the map of Taiyuan City on the table.

His mind was racing.

The fastest way to find out whether Kiyoshi Kazuki is really dead is to find someone who saw him with their own eyes.

Or, find someone who has seen his body.

And such people only exist in one place.

Headquarters of the Japanese First Army.

Or, Guangshe Airport.

Zhang Ming's finger moved across the map.

The location was moved from the position of the First Army Headquarters to the position of Guangshe Airport.

Both of these places were core areas of the Japanese army, heavily guarded, and ordinary people could not enter them at all.

But he planted hidden agents in both places.

He had an informant at the First Army Headquarters, codenamed Lone Goose.

He also had an informant at Guangshe Airport, codenamed Sparrow.

It took him a long time to infiltrate the Japanese ranks with these two men.

They never contact each other under normal circumstances, and only use their contact information when it is absolutely necessary.

Now is the most crucial moment.

Zhang Ming took out a palm-sized notebook from the drawer and opened it.

The notebook was filled with densely written text, all of which were internal contact information he had written down in coded form.

He found the way the lone goose and the sparrow communicated, read it several times, and memorized it.

Then, he locked the notebook back in the drawer, put on his coat, and left the house.

At the end of the alley was a general store.

The shop wasn't big; it sold things like oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, needles, and thread.

The boss was Zhang Ming's courier.

"Old Liu, anything happening today?"

Zhang Ming walked into the shop, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

Boss Liu shook his head and lowered his voice.

"No, everything is normal."

Zhang Ming nodded, walked behind the counter, picked up a piece of paper, and wrote a few lines.

Then fold the paper and hand it to Boss Liu.

"Find a way to send this note out to Lone Goose."

Boss Liu took the note, put it in his pocket, and remained expressionless.

"When?"

"Tonight."

"it is good."

Zhang Ming patted him on the shoulder, turned around and walked out of the grocery store.

That evening.

In a quieter alley in the north of Taiyuan.

A middle-aged man in a long gown walked down the alley at a moderate pace.

He was carrying a food box, which looked like he was delivering food to someone.

He walked to a door deep in the alley.

He stopped, looked around, and then raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Tap tap tap, tap tap, tap tap tap."

Three short, two long, three short.

This is a code.

The door opened, and a man dressed in a Japanese military uniform stood behind it, looking at him warily.

"Come in."

The person stepped aside.

The middle-aged man slipped inside and closed the door behind him.

The young man bolted the door, turned around, and looked at the middle-aged man.

"What is it?"

The middle-aged man took out a slip of paper from his pocket and handed it over.

"I have an order from above to investigate something."

The man took the note, unfolded it, and looked down at it.

There were only a few lines of text on the note.

"Quickly check if Kiyoshi Kazuki is dead!"

His pupils contracted slightly.

He held the note close to the oil lamp and burned it to ashes.

When do you need it?

"The sooner the better."

The man nodded without saying anything.

The middle-aged man looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

"Be careful."

"I know."

He turned around, walked to the door, opened it, and looked outside.

The alley was deserted; there was no one there.

He waved to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man walked out quickly and disappeared into the night.

After closing the door, the man leaned against it and let out a long sigh.

He worked as a clerk at the First Army Headquarters, handling various documents and orders every day.

He did notice something unusual on May 31st.

That morning, the atmosphere at headquarters was very strange.

Several high-ranking military officers hurried in and out, their expressions grave.

Some people were whispering, but they immediately shut up when they saw him approaching.

In the afternoon, he overheard someone working in the confidential office say something.

"Something may have happened to Lady Xiangyue."

But the man didn't say what exactly happened, and he didn't dare to ask.

Now, the orders from above have arrived.

Make him find out exactly what happened to Kiyoshi Kazuki.

His mind was racing, trying to figure out how to investigate.

Asking directly is definitely not an option; that would expose yourself.

The only way to find out the truth is to piece it together little by little from the documents, orders, and casual conversations we encounter in our daily lives.

After thinking about it, he decided to start with the confidential office.

The Japanese soldier in the confidential office was named Yamada Jiro, a second lieutenant.

I enjoy drinking and I'm not very discreet.

If you can invite him for a drink, you might be able to get some information out of him.

The next morning.

First Army Headquarters, Confidential Room.

Jiro Yamada sat behind his desk, holding a document in his hand and looking down at it.

A person pushed open the door and walked in, carrying two cups of tea.

"Yamada-kun, you've worked hard. Have some tea."

He placed a cup of tea on Yamada Jiro's table, picked up another cup for himself, and sat down beside him.

Yamada Jiro looked up, glanced at him, took the teacup, and took a sip.

"Thanks."

The man smiled, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

"Yamada-kun, headquarters seems to be quite busy these days."

Yamada Jiro's expression changed slightly.

But things quickly returned to normal.

"Yes, there's a lot going on at the front."

The man nodded and didn't ask any further questions.