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Chapter 236 Takeru Satoh's Urgency!

Kenzo Sato looked at him for a few more seconds.

Then he turned around and walked to another iron chair.

It was a woman who looked to be under thirty.

His hair was disheveled, there was blood at the corner of his mouth, and his shoulder was tilted at an unnatural angle, probably dislocated.

She didn't look up, her eyes were downcast, and her breathing was very light and shallow, as if she had been beaten down to the point of barely breathing.

"What about this one?"

"He didn't say a word."

The person next to me answered.

"They talked for over two hours without saying a single word."

Kenzo Sato stood there, his gaze sweeping over the faces of those people, and remained silent for a moment.

Then he spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but carrying a gloomy tone that had been suppressed for a long time.

"Take them all outside and interrogate them separately."

"No matter what it takes, I want to hear what they have to say before tonight."

"Yes."

The Special Higher Police officers began to untie the ropes on the iron chair.

They dragged the six people out one by one.

Kenzo Sato did not leave the interrogation room immediately.

He stood there, looking at the still-wet water stains and bloodstains on the ground, his gaze darkening slightly.

The Kuomintang intelligence station had sixteen people, six of whom appeared to be core members.

This should have been a significant gain.

But at this moment, he had absolutely no interest.

He wasn't looking for anyone from the Military Intelligence Bureau.

He was looking for the sniper.

The sniper who killed two generals at the entrance of the East China Expeditionary Army headquarters and then disappeared without a trace.

This is the answer Hata Shunroku wanted, this is the explanation the headquarters wanted.

But now they're arresting a group of Kuomintang intelligence agents who have absolutely no connection to that incident.

They may have some intelligence.

When Kenzo Sato walked out of the interrogation room.

I glanced at the time; it was 3:23 PM.

There is one hour and seven minutes remaining.

He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, and turned to walk towards the command post.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he heard hurried footsteps outside the gate.

A Japanese soldier rushed in, stood at attention in front of him, and spoke with a hint of urgency in his voice.

"Section Chief, headquarters called. The commander requests your immediate presence."

Kenzo Sato's body stiffened slightly.

He was silent for two or three seconds, then nodded without asking another question.

Then he strode out of the courtyard gate.

The drive from the temporary headquarters of the Special Higher Police to the headquarters of the East China Expeditionary Army takes about twenty minutes.

Kenzo Sato sat in the back seat, his gaze fixed on the street scene rushing past the window, his mind blank.

He wondered why Hata Shunroku had asked him to go.

Did you want to ask him about the progress of the search, or were you already impatient and wanted to embarrass him in person?

Or, has the headquarters issued new instructions to remove him from his post?

When the car stopped at the main gate of the headquarters.

Kenzo Sato noticed that there were more than twice as many guards at the gate as there had been a few days ago.

He got out of the car, straightened his uniform, and then walked quickly down the corridor towards Hata Shunroku's office.

The corridor was quiet, with only one or two staff officers passing by occasionally.

When people see him, they nod slightly and walk away quickly. No one gives him a second glance or speaks to him.

He stopped in front of Hata Shunroku's office.

He took a deep breath and then raised his hand to knock twice on the door.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open.

Hata Shunroku was sitting behind his desk with a document in front of him and a pen in his hand, as if he were reviewing something.

He looked up at Kenzo Sato, his gaze calm and unreadable, then put down his pen.

Leaning back in his chair, he pointed to the chair opposite him.

"sit."

Kenzo Sato sat down opposite him, placing his hands on his knees.

The office was silent for a few seconds. Hata Shunroku's gaze fell on his face, as if he were examining something, and then he slowly spoke.

"The three-day deadline is almost up, less than an hour away."

"Any results from your end?"

Kenzo Sato's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

He was silent for a moment, then answered truthfully.

"For now... we haven't identified the culprit."

Hata Shunroku's gaze remained unchanged, maintaining that calm stare.

That calmness made Kenzo Sato's back tense up slightly.

But he did not look away or lower his head.

Hata Shunroku picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip of water, put it down, and then slowly spoke.

"Then tell me, what have you been doing for the past three days?"

His tone was low, as if he were asking about something ordinary.

Kenzo Sato composed himself and gave a brief report on the progress of the search over the past three days.

They conducted door-to-door searches in the Japanese concession, Chinese concession, and French concession, set up roadblocks, and interrogated hundreds of people, but found no suspicious individuals.

Then he paused, as if considering his words, and added:

"However, today we dismantled a Kuomintang intelligence station and arrested sixteen people, who are currently being interrogated."

Hata Shunroku did not respond immediately after hearing this.

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on Kenzo Sato's face, as if he were re-evaluating him.

Several seconds passed.

He had just opened his mouth when his voice, though still not loud, was a little slower than before.

"A Kuomintang intelligence station?"

"Yes, at a contact point in the east of the city, they are currently conducting an interrogation."

Hata Shunroku tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table, as if he was thinking about something.

Then he spoke slowly, his tone carrying an unfathomable meaning.

"Do you think that sniper was a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau?"

Kenzo Sato was silent for a moment, then answered truthfully.

"There is currently no evidence to suggest that the Military Intelligence Bureau was involved in that incident."

"But judging from the modus operandi and intelligence support, the Military Intelligence Bureau possesses this capability."

Hata Shunroku did not speak.

He stood up, walked to the window, and stood with his back to Kenzo Sato.

He remained silent for a long time, so long that Kenzo Sato's back was soaked with cold sweat.

Then Hata Shunroku turned around and his gaze returned to his face.

"Sato-kun, how long do you think you can stay in this position?"

Kenzo Sato's breath hitched.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't make a complete sound.

In the end, he could only manage to squeeze out a few words.

"Commander..."

Hata Shunroku walked back behind his desk and sat down, placing his hands on the desk and looking at him calmly.

"The pressure at headquarters is greater than you think."

"What they want is not Kuomintang intelligence agents, nor a few insignificant liaison stations."

"What they want is the man who killed two generals at the entrance of the headquarters."