LRAB Chapter 67, Number 76, looking for Ali.
Chapter 67, Number 76, looking for Ali.
Imai Tsubasa's voice, carrying the arrogance of a scion of a noble family, slowly rang out: "I was born into the Imai family of Kyoto, where the Shadow Blade Style martial arts have been passed down for generations. It integrates swordsmanship, karate, and jujutsu into one. When it is powerful, it can split stone; when it is unpredictable, it can hide in shadow. I received strict training from my family from a young age. I held a wooden sword at the age of three, practiced horse stance at the age of five, and by the age of ten, I had never been defeated in the Kyoto Martial Arts Tournament."
As he spoke, his right hand quietly reached for the hilt of his samurai sword, his knuckles applying slight pressure, causing the scabbard and blade to rub together with a very soft "hissing" sound.
"In my youth, I traveled throughout the archipelago, seeking out masters from various schools to exchange techniques. I incorporated the evasiveness of the Yagyu Shinkage-ryu and the heavy blows of Kyokushin Karate into the Shadow Blade Style, eventually creating my own unique style. When the Ministry of the Army conscripted me, I not only trained soldiers with the Shadow Blade Style, but also used it to kill seventeen Chinese soldiers on the North China battlefield, earning a medal personally awarded by the Emperor..."
"Pah! Your mother talks too much nonsense!" Yan Shuo frowned as he listened, without even lifting his eyelids.
He had already noticed Imai Tsubasa's movement of quietly drawing his sword. Before the other party could finish speaking, he suddenly raised his right hand, which had been lowered, and pointed the gun at Imai Tsubasa's forehead. A crisp "snap" rang out!
The bullet pierced through precisely, and the arrogance on Imai Tsubasa's face froze instantly. His eyes widened, and his body fell straight backward, the katana that had not yet been drawn from its sheath clattering to the ground.
"You don't even know the villain died from talking too much? And you still dare to act arrogantly in front of me." Yan Shuo stepped over his corpse, put the gun back on his waist, closed the door behind him, and began to search the room at lightning speed.
People outside were going crazy. Yan Shuo didn't dare waste words with this guy. He just needed to kill him and search the room.
Yan Shuo didn't dare to delay. His gaze swept across the room, which was luxuriously decorated with mahogany furniture and Persian carpets, but it didn't look particularly special.
He bent down and searched through drawers and wardrobes, running his fingers along the wall in search of hidden compartments. Finally, he found a loose wooden board behind a bookshelf, inside which was a small safe.
"Goodness, it was well hidden." Yan Shuo grinned, then reached out and put the safe into his spatial ring, intending to crack it slowly when he got back.
There was also a Nambu Type 14 pistol under the pillow. He casually stuffed it into his pocket and also put Imai Tsubasa's body inside, so as not to leave any trace.
Pushing open the door, Yan Shuo saw enemy corpses lying haphazardly in the corridor. He continued walking down the corridor without stopping.
Upon reaching the fifth floor, he found the weapon dolls piling up corpses at the stairwell. He waved his hand, and the corpses instantly disappeared into his spatial ring. He then led the dolls downstairs.
The same procedure was followed on the fourth, third, and second floors.
As soon as I arrived at the lobby on the first floor, I heard a burst of gunfire coming from the doorway.
The substitute dolls on the perimeter are engaged in a firefight with the enemy agents who have come to provide support. They are holding their own for the time being, but judging from the commotion, more and more reinforcements are arriving.
Yan Shuo peeked out and saw a dozen or so dark figures hiding on the street outside the door, lurking at street corners and behind cars, firing sniper shots, but no one dared to rush in rashly.
"There were only about twenty people, and several of them were killed by the dolls, so they're too scared to move?"
Yan Shuo sneered, "This is not the Bushido spirit of the Japanese army, it is clearly the traitors of the 76th Division!" No wonder they are so afraid of death, they don't even dare to charge, they only know how to hide in the back and shoot cold shots.
"You've gotten addicted to being a traitor? You're really into it?" he grumbled, gesturing for the weapon doll to hold up the transparent bulletproof shield in front of it, while he followed behind, rushing out with a "whoosh."
The shield blocked the sniper shots, and Yan Shuo accurately called out names through the gaps. With a few "thuds," the enemy agents hiding in the shadows fell one by one.
After dealing with the enemies at the door, he quickly collected the corpses and weapon dolls, then turned and slipped away.
With a flash, he had already scaled the adjacent courtyard wall, and in a few leaps, he crossed three high walls and disappeared completely into the night.
When the reinforcements arrived at the Huizhong Hotel, they were furious to see the empty scene, with only spent shell casings and signs of cleanup left. They jumped up and down, cursing, "It's happening again! Killing people and then taking the bodies! When will this end?!"
Half an hour later, Yan Shuo appeared in front of the gate of the No. 76 Special Agent Headquarters.
The heavy iron gate was tightly shut, and the top of the wall was covered with a dense layer of barbed wire, looking eerie and terrifying.
But for Yan Shuo, he had been to this place dozens of times and had long since figured it out.
He took a test pen out of his pocket and walked to the base of the wall.
The cold wind stung his face like a knife. He tightened his collar, placed the voltage tester on the wire mesh, and quickly tested whether there was electricity.
With a soft "buzz," the test pen did not respond.
"As expected, there was no power; it was just for show."
Yan Shuo took out his invisibility card and activated it, instantly disappearing from the spot.
Two weapon dolls emerged from the spatial ring and steadily supported a ladder.
He climbed the ladder quickly, and when he reached the top of the wall, he leaped down and landed steadily inside. He then lowered another ladder and climbed down.
He left the two children on the wall to guard the place, while he made his way towards the guard's cell with practiced ease.
At the entrance to the prison area stood a soldier on duty, his neck hunched over as he smoked.
Despite the freezing weather, he was only wearing a thin uniform, and snot bubbles were freezing out of his nose, hanging down from the tip of his nose, yet he still stared intently in the direction of oncoming traffic, occasionally shivering as he took a drag of his cigarette.
"Standing outside in this freezing weather, truly loyal," Yan Shuo muttered from the shadows, unable to resist complaining. "Freezing like this, do you think the Imperial Army will give you a few extra cents?"
These traitors are even more zealous than the Japanese; they're utterly hopeless.
He shook his head and silently walked behind the agent.
The agent seemed to sense something and was about to turn his head when Yan Shuo suddenly covered his mouth with his right hand and grabbed the back of his neck with his left. A crisp "crack" sounded, and the sound of his cervical spine breaking was particularly jarring in the quiet night.
The agent's body went limp, and Yan Shuo caught him and took him away. He then brought out a stand-in doll, posing it as if he were smoking and on guard duty, before pushing open the door and entering the cell area.
He came here for only one purpose: to find Ali.
After Ali went missing, his fate was unknown. Whether he was dead or alive, he had to find him.
Yan Shuo has been doing this kind of rescue and investigation work for almost a year. The Wang Jingwei regime and the Japanese agents are almost driven crazy by him. Prisoners and bodies are going missing every few days, and they can't even find a single clue.
The cell area was filled with a strong smell of blood, mold, and sweat, which made people wrinkle their noses.
On both sides are rows of prison cells, and in the middle is a corridor leading to the interrogation room.
Yan Shuo walked along the prison cell, looking through the iron bars. The prisoners inside were a motley crew: a wealthy businessman in tattered clothes, a gambler with a sallow complexion, a smuggler covered in wounds, and several haggard-looking women.
They all bore the marks of torture: whip marks, burns, and electric shocks were horrifying. The women, in particular, exuded an indescribable stench, making it easy to imagine the torment they had suffered.
Yan Shuo activated the Xiaozhi system, and an identity cursor appeared above the head of each prisoner: a Kuomintang agent, a Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics agent, a member of the Communist Party of China, an ordinary citizen, and several cursors marked "have defected".