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

"Yamada-kun, you said Lady Kazuki is going to the airport on the 31st?"

Zhang Lin poured Yamada Jiro another glass of wine, speaking casually.

"right."

Yamada Jiro nodded and let out a burp.

"This was arranged by headquarters long ago."

"The handover took place on the morning of May 31st. After the handover, we went to the airport and took a plane back to headquarters."

"Did he go to the airport?"

"have no idea."

Yamada Jiro shook his head, picked up his wine glass, and took a sip.

"This is not something I could know."

"But...but that noon, Lieutenant Colonel Oshima of the airport military police came to headquarters."

"He spent a long time in the commander's office."

"He looked terrible when he came out."

Zhang Lin tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

Lieutenant Colonel Oshima, the highest-ranking officer of the airport military police.

He went to headquarters to report something.

If it weren't for the incident at the airport involving Kiyoshi Kazuki, he wouldn't have needed to make the trip himself.

"Yamada-kun, what else do you know?"

Yamada Jiro shook his head, then nodded, then shook his head again.

He was indeed drunk, and his mind was no longer clear.

"Kobayashi-kun, I have something to tell you... I have something to tell you."

"Please don't...don't tell anyone."

Zhang Lin nodded.

"Don't worry, Yamada-kun, I won't tell anyone."

Yamada Jiro leaned closer, his voice extremely low.

"I heard... I heard that someone heard gunshots at the airport that day."

"Gunshots?"

Zhang Lin's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Yes, gunshots."

Yamada Jiro nodded and took another sip of his drink.

"I heard it was a call from a very far place."

Zhang Lin's heart raced.

"Yamada-kun, are you sure?"

"uncertain."

Yamada Jiro shook his head; his tongue was no longer very responsive.

"I heard about it too."

"I don't know if it's true or not."

Zhang Lin did not ask any further questions.

He knew that this was all Yamada Jiro knew.

If you keep asking, you won't get any more information.

Moreover, Yamada Jiro had already drunk quite a bit.

If I drink any more, I'll black out.

"Yamada-kun, come on, have another drink."

Zhang Lin raised his glass.

Yamada Jiro also raised his glass, the two clinked glasses, and each drank it down.

After putting down his glass, Yamada Jiro's eyelids began to droop.

"Kobayashi-kun, I...I can't take it anymore."

"I have to...I have to go back."

He tried to stand up by supporting himself on the table, but his legs gave way and he almost fell.

Zhang Lin quickly helped him up.

"Yamada-kun, are you alright?"

"It's okay...it's okay."

Yamada Jiro waved his hand, but his body swayed and he could barely stand.

Zhang Lin supported his arm and helped him out of the private room.

The proprietress, standing behind the counter, saw the two men come out and quickly came to greet them.

Zhang Lin took out a few silver dollars from his pocket and placed them on the counter.

"Keep the change, please."

"Thank you, sir."

The proprietress bowed and greeted them, her face full of smiles.

Zhang Lin helped Yamada Jiro out of the tavern.

Yamada Jiro leaned against Zhang Lin, muttering something that was hard to hear.

Zhang Lin helped him walk forward step by step.

After walking for about ten minutes, we arrived at the entrance of a courtyard.

This is Yamada Jiro's residence.

Zhang Lin took the key from his body, opened the door, and helped him inside.

They helped Yamada Jiro to the bedroom and placed him on the bed.

As soon as Yamada Jiro lay down, he started snoring.

Zhang Lin stood by the bed, looking down at him.

Then he turned around and walked out of the house.

The door closed gently behind me.

As Zhang Lin walked back to his residence, his mind raced.

Although what Yamada Jiro said was incomplete and contained many uncertainties.

But that was enough for him to piece together a rough outline.

On the morning of May 31, Kiyoshi Kazuki went to Kosha Airport to prepare to take a plane back to the headquarters.

But he got into trouble at the airport.

Someone fired a shot from a distance.

The military plane that they were originally traveling on is still parked at the airport.

Zhang Lin took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

If his judgment is correct.

Kiyoshi Kazuki should be dead.

Moreover, he was assassinated.

At Guangshe Airport, despite the Japanese soldiers' heavy guard, he was shot dead.

He now knew that Kiyoshi Kazuki was dead.

This is enough.

At this time, there are hardly any people left on the streets of Taiyuan.

Occasionally, a few stray cats would dart past under the wall, making a soft sound.

Zhang Lin quickened his pace and walked deeper into the alley.

He lived in a small, detached house in a quiet alley.

He stopped at the entrance of the courtyard and looked around.

After confirming that no one was following him, he pushed open the door and went inside.

Turn around and close the door, then bolt it shut.

He went inside and lit an oil lamp.

Zhang Lin took a small notebook out of the drawer and opened it.

The top is covered with numbers and symbols.

That was the method of communication he and the courier had agreed upon.

He picked up a pen and wrote a few lines on a piece of paper.

"Kiyoshi Kazuki has been confirmed dead. He was shot and killed at Kousa Airport on the morning of May 31. The identity of the murderer is unknown."

After he finished writing it, he read it again.

After confirming that nothing was missing, he folded the note and put it in his pocket.

Then he blew out the oil lamp and went out of the house.

Zhang Lin walked to a tree in the corner of the yard and squatted down.

He groped around near the tree roots for a while and found a loose brick.

He removed the brick, revealing a small hole about the size of a palm underneath.

There was a small oil paper package inside the cave.

Zhang Lin took out the oil paper package and opened it.

Inside was a key and a note.

The address was written on the note.

"The old place in the east of the city."

After reading the note, Zhang Lin tore it into pieces, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it.

Then, he put the key in his pocket, rewrapped the oil paper package, put it back in the hole, and covered it with bricks.

He went back inside, lay down on the bed, and closed his eyes.

But he couldn't sleep.

She was still thinking about Kiyoshi Kazuki.

Who killed him?

This event will definitely shake the entire North China region.

It could even shake the entire nation of China.

A Japanese lieutenant general was assassinated.

This is the first time since the start of the War of Resistance against Japan.

Zhang Lin rolled over and pulled the blanket over his head.

He needs to sleep now; he has to deliver intelligence tomorrow.

Regardless, he accomplished his mission.

He'll send out the intelligence tomorrow, and the rest is no longer his concern.

Zhang Lin forced himself to relax and adjust his breathing.

He closed his eyes, and the thoughts in his mind gradually blurred.

Gradually, he drifted off to sleep.

……

The next morning, just as dawn broke.

Zhang Lin then woke up.

He got dressed, washed his face briefly in the yard, and then went out.

Zhang Lin squinted and looked at the sky.

It's a beautiful day today.

The streets of Taiyuan were gradually filled with more and more pedestrians.

The breakfast stalls are already open.

Steaming hot buns, fried dough sticks, and soy milk fill the air with their aroma.

Several Japanese soldiers squatted by the roadside, holding bowls and eating noodles.

He was muttering something under his breath.

On the way, Zhang Lin also encountered Japanese soldiers he knew, greeting them with a smile and appearing harmless.