In the extraordinary era, you will eventually meet extraordinary people.

It is only today that I understand the meaning of this sentence.

He wasn't a close match for me, and whenever he regrouped and tried to fight me to the death, I thought I was sitting in a circus watching a clown burlesque put on a show.

Perhaps life is so dramatic, and the gears of fate have been turning since I set foot on the land of Shanghai Tang, China.

I have no doubt about His Majesty the Emperor's decision and the strength of our Yamato nation.

We will conquer the whole world.

In my impression, Chinese rarely have hard bones, most of them do not care about the fate of their country, they are more concerned about the next meal or the next game to win back the money they lost in the previous bet.

China is a huge territory, and I love it here, and in this vast expanse of land, there are many things we need, and there are many undiscovered treasures.

Therefore, the owner of this treasure land should not be a group of sick men of East Asia.

The first three years I spent here were smooth sailing, and it was not surprising that I even became the head of the special high section.

In the past three years, I have gotten rid of a lot of people from the military or the CCP, some businessmen who are not very cooperative, and a very stupid colleague who is full of fat brains.

Shanghai, China, is a city that never sleeps, but I prefer to describe it as an island.

I love everything in Shanghai.

But I prefer cigars, but Padgas or Upman are the same for me, and I like their full-bodied flavours.

I always thought that I could do whatever I wanted, and I was the only one who could control the chessboard. At least in Shanghai, China, I'm definitely going to be windy and rainy.

Some of the derailments started when I learned the name of a Chinese.

Wild wolf Zhou Mu. This undefeated god of war, who killed countless imperial warriors, is now captured alive.

I wanted to know about this interesting Chinese, and as a prisoner, "Zhou Mu" was treated like a VIP by me.

Although I later learned that this "Zhou Mu" was just a substitute, I did not kill him.

It is clearly written in the daily newspaper that we caught Zhou Mu, so he must be Zhou Mu.

Maybe it started here, from the time I taught him shooting, cooking, and the most basic Japanese and English, he has been the Zhou Mu in my heart.

He escaped three times.

Even frozen faint on the streets.

"He's not Zhou Mu, he's too weak."

Whenever I had this thought, he would always do something that I didn't expect, but that was understandable.

Therefore, when I caught the real wolf Zhou Mu, I didn't make any waves in my heart.

I prefer this alternative.

It was my negligence and my conceit.

I thought he would always be an existence that I could use and knead at will, until he took a woman's hand.

That woman is inextricably linked to the Chinese Communist Party, even related to the previously lost penicillin. So I gave up the opportunity to get him back, put a long line, and caught a big fish. Whether it's a whale or a grass carp, I want them all.

In fact, I should have understood that I should have been wary of him since he joined the "76" and followed me to kill his compatriots, even those who had worked together in the military command.

But I didn't, I pampered him.

I need him so much.

I have a firm grip on all the people around him who can be trusted, except for the woman.

I thought he was my puppet.

He asked me for a box of Hardman cigarettes, a radio, and a khaki striped scarf.

He likes money, and he says money buys women.

So in the "No. 76" prison, I took him out and kept him by my side despite the suspicion that he could not be cleared.

"I'll give you both money and women, and you're going to do things for me."

I distinctly remember that the head of the Mei Agency, Arakawa Engen, warned me, but at that time I was only concerned about taking him back.

Arakawa Engen said,

"Mr. Takeki, we are all loyal to the Emperor."

"Chinese, not worth trusting."

Yes, when I gave him a short knife of my own design, and he threatened me with it, I decided to give it up.

No one knows how many notes I got wrong in the "Sakura" I played that day.

That Harmani piano carries my ambitions, my hostility to him.

I have never forgotten my mission.

In that explosion I designed, I could feel my own panic.

All desires fell apart, and all schemes vanished in that moment. I only remember the song "Sakura", but despite that, I made a lot of mistakes.

A lot.

I heard my subordinate Shiro Kawamura say that he had already informed Tang Yin to bring Lin Hai back for treatment as I had instructed.

What I need is victory, and what I need is the penicillin that was stolen due to the dereliction of duty of the previous chief of the special high section. And Tang Yin, that woman, will be forced to use the batch of drugs that have not yet been shipped out of Shanghai because of him.

She is the first lady in Shanghai and an excellent businessman, but unfortunately, she is a Chinese.

What's even more a pity is that she is a woman.

I remembered the dumplings he cooked for me, and the taste was too much to compliment. But I love it.

After that explosion, I could seem to smell the smell of gunsmoke. A non-existent smell of gunsmoke.

A month later, on a cold and gloomy evening, I attended a banquet hosted by a German colonel at the Licha Hotel on the east side of the north side of the Waibaidu Bridge. He is outspoken, like a clown jumping off a beam.

But I didn't expect that in the end, it was because of this unknown thing that he killed him.

When I picked him up from the woman's house, I felt like I was holding a fragile glass doll.

I don't know if he'll ever wake up again, but I do know that I've failed completely. Fortunately, I still have some thin face in the military, and if I just take him back to Japan and start living in seclusion, I will not be stopped.

It's just that I'm not going back.

What I need is a win.

Only with victory can you return to your hometown and enjoy the beauty of Mt. Fuji again.

But now is not the final victory.

I stayed by his bedside all night.

Just like the day he was frozen on the street, I sat on the edge of his bed and looked at him like that.

If, I say if,

If he wakes up that night, I will tell him that as soon as he tells him the whereabouts of that batch of medicines, I will take him back to Japan, and immediately, at dawn, I will get on the ship with him.

Even if we didn't have the victory we've been hoping for.

But he slept so dead that his closed eyes showed no sign of opening.

I suddenly remembered Tang Yin, the woman who loved him so much that she once asked me at the banquet when I was looking for a beautiful woman

I replied casually.

"When the war is over, I will answer my hometown and marry a virtuous woman."

If I could go back to that time now, back to that day, I would jokingly answer her:

"The one standing next to me, Lin Hai, Mr. Lin, is my beauty."

I'm a freewheeling madman.

But I'm shackled to the chessboard of the gears of fate.

When I let him go to the woman, I wrote a letter, a letter that could never be sent. That night, I took it out of the drawer, and I wanted to read it word for word to the unconscious man.

"I need your ......"

But after only four words, he could no longer make any sound.

I was enemies with him.

It was in the beginning, and it is now.

He was not an ordinary man, he was a military man, just like me.

Chinese believe in life, ghosts and gods, and reincarnation.

I used to despise their ignorance, and now I'm beginning to believe it.

Because I want to be with him in the next life.