1944.

Shanghai.

On the tatami mats scattered with orchid incense, the man rises and falls violently as if he is crazy, and the delicate moaning and moaning of the 'woman' are entangled with the night 'color', weaving a bewitching net to hide the charming poison.

“…… Did you know that your general did this to me last night...... Oh, no...... He's even crazier than you......"

Thick Zhu Yandan's 'lips', plain teeth slightly fragrant.

She smiled in his ear and whispered in the most *** gesture.

"I told you not to say it!" Nakamura roared out of control.

Jiang Daiyun smiled deeper, "It's not another time, it's just a different person, it's just a different person, it's just that I'm very satisfied with the person who changed this time......"

Nakamura Jiro was furious, and when he couldn't see the sneer in her eyes, he grabbed her waist roughly, turned her over, and folded her into a tame posture.

She was still laughing, "This pose is also his favorite, he said, there has never been a 'woman' who has made him so excited......"

Her snow back was also covered with large and small bruises, Nakamura Jiro's eyes were scarlet, and when he heard her say this again, he became more and more angry, pulled her long hair with one hand, pinched her thin waist with the other, and hit it again.

She frowned only in pain, but she was still smiling, trying her best to stretch her body, her slender waist was swinging to meet her, and her delicate moaning was as charming as water, so that the man in her body was like being poisoned, and she couldn't extricate herself.

When it all finally calmed down, she opened her eyes in the darkness and listened to the breathing of the people around her gradually even, he was exhausted, and after a while, he snored like thunder.

She glanced at the untouched wine on the table, this man's mind was too heavy, he had always only eaten the food prepared by special people, no matter how painstaking she was, it would be useless.

So at this moment, she only wished that he could sleep a little deeper, and a little deeper.

Afraid of making a noise, she didn't even dare to wear slippers, so she stepped barefoot on the cold floor and gently went out of the 'door'.

The corridor was empty, she had made it in advance, and walked to Nakamura Jiro's study with a familiar car, her body trembling slightly, I don't know if it was because of the cold or because of fear.

The study was so spacious that she didn't dare turn on the light, so she searched anxiously in the faint moonlight.

It's not this, it's not, last night, where is the document they were talking about?

"Is this what you're looking for?"

Nakamura Jiro's gloomy voice sounded, and the room was lit up for a while, like day.

She looked at the gun-wielding gendarmes behind him, but smiled, walked over generously, and 'pulled' the document from his hand, "I'll take a look." ”

She reached out and opened the document, it was just a stack of blank papers, she actually understood it in her heart when she first saw him, so she smiled, "Mr. Nakamura wants Daisy's life, it's just a matter of one sentence, why bother so much?"

Nakamura Jiro's eyes looked at her 'gloomy' and complicated, and after a long while, he slowly spoke, "Because I hoped, I thought wrong, but I was disappointed."

She smiled absently and didn't speak.

The look on Nakamura Jiro's face suddenly became brutal, and he stepped forward and grabbed her neck, "***! Aren't you usually very smart? You never do things that you are not sure of, you never leave any handles, even I have to applaud you--but this time, what are you so impatient for? Is it because of Bo Yuzheng--I tell you, they are planning to let him go to Hengyang to supervise the battle, if that is the case, do you think he can resist the offensive of the Imperial No. 1 operation? He, and your country, are going to be finished—"

"Mr. Nakamura, this 'woman' can't die yet, and we still have to ask for some information through her......"

An officer beside Jiro Nakamura, seeing that he was almost about to strangle Jiang Daiyun to death, hurriedly spoke out to dissuade him.

And Nakamura Jiro came back to his senses, looked at the 'girl' coughing painfully under his palm, and twitched slightly, and finally let go of the strength in his hand.

He raised his hand a little indifferently, and a gendarme stepped forward to pick up Jiang Daiyun and drag him out of the study.

"Mr. Nakamura......"

She spoke suddenly, her voice soft and faint, and she coughed slightly, obviously not completely relieving herself from the uncontrollable strength of the other side.

"Wait!" he spoke before he realized his actions.

And the 'girl' smiled softly at him, "Hasn't Mr. Nakamura always liked Chinese calligraphy? In fact, Daisy has also learned, and even if she has no grievances, Daisy still wants to leave something for Mr. Nakamura at the end, which should be regarded as a commemoration of our acquaintance." ”

Nakamura Jiro's eyebrows twitched slightly, he didn't say anything, and finally acquiesced to her for the last time.

Jiang Daiyun broke away from the gendarmes who were holding herself, walked to the desk with a graceful posture, spread the paper, studied the ink, lifted the pen, and every move was still charming.

She suddenly smiled at him, "Mr. Nakamura, did I tell you that when Shanghai was lost, Baojuan and I wanted to take 'Lu' and 'Lu' to live in the concession with her 'daughter', but we were still a step late...... When those brutes broke into the village, it was Baojuan and Lulu who knocked me out and hid me in a closet, which was so small that it was only big enough to hide one person...... When I woke up, they were all dead, naked, all scratched, with bottles and sticks stuffed underneath, bleeding so much...... 'Lu' and 'Lu''s 'daughter' was only seven years old, but those brutes didn't even let her go......"

She laughed and spoke, but tears slowly flowed down her eyes.

Nakamura Jiro was stunned for a while, he had seen her amorous, delicate, enchanting, and brutal, but there had never been a moment when she was like this, undisguised, and allowed her truest emotions to be 'revealed'.

"So I told myself, it's okay, it's okay, when I'm insulted by you again and again, when I'm scolded by everyone and shameless, when I dare not see the person I love, when my 'daughter' doesn't recognize me as a mother and runs away from home, I tell my ...... like this"

Her smile was stubborn and sad, "It's better this way, I can get your trust more, whatever they think and say, as long as I know what I'm doing...... Over the years, I've let your plan fall through more than once, right? I've saved more than one life...... Daiyun's life, as long as it can be exchanged for even one loss of Chinese soldiers, it is already worth it, not to mention that it is enough to exchange it for so much!"

Nakamura Jiro was 'lust' when he saw that she had already smiled, and she picked up the pen and wrote, not paying attention to any pen power at all, just handwriting her heart, and the ink was through the rice paper.

The last stroke was settled, and she "snapped" the pen, but her left hand suddenly 'pulled' out the Browning hidden under the desk.

"Smack-"

Shots rang out.

Nakamura's eyes widened, and he fell down in disbelief.

"Bang Bang-"

The crackling gunshots rang out like a conditional counter-'shooting', 'mixed' with the voices of the boiling people, and 'chaotic'.

Her moon-white nightgown had been bathed in a bloody dress, but there was still a smile on her lips.

The Yin Yin blood splashed a few drops on the rice paper, and the four big characters she had just written, fainted out of a sad swan song - China will win!