After recalling all the details, Saito got up and walked outside, unaware that his companions outside had all died, and he had become a pawn in the hindrance of Japan's defeat.

He walked into the entrance of the annexes outside the ballroom, and was again inspected by the guards, but once again passed unharmed. This inspection, more negligent than the previous one, the guard unit seems to be in a hurry, just using mine detectors and military dogs, here military dogs have a special sensitivity to * or ** molecules, but are not familiar with the trinitrobenzene * in the leather bag. And *the smell is also specially masked. Guards interpreters and other escorts carried out some spot checks. Saito thought that his uncontrollable nervous expression would attract the attention of the guards, but he was always in danger. In the end, in a daze, he managed to enter the banquet hall.

The banquet hall is decorated in Japanese-style style in the style of the shogun's reception of his retainers in the Edo period, with the main table in front of the Tojo and the rest of the leading parties and accompanying dignitaries from various countries sitting on either side, leaving space for cabaret performances in the middle. Bamo's seat was a little far away from Tojo, nine to ten meters away from the original expectation, which means that with the power of a 400-gram* one, it would be difficult to blow him up, but now, the package contained a deadly "*" poison. It was a nerve agent developed by the Germans in 1936 and is the deadliest man-made compound of our time. As long as a little splash on Tojo after the explosion can kill him.

The heads of state sat down in turn, Saito quietly sat down next to Bamo and his nephew, Lieutenant Colonel Naipan, who was also the secretary, he nodded to Bamo and the secretary, Bamo smiled, but Naipan on the side did not smile. Naipan felt that the Japanese side sent a fool who could not speak Burmese, which showed that they really did not pay enough attention to Myanmar, which shows that the situation in Myanmar is worrying in the new year.

Naipan does have reason to worry about his fate, he has heard a story since he was a child, thousands of years ago, the Chinese demigod and half-human wizard, led the army south to attack Burma, cut off the heads of thousands of Burmese, and when returning to China, threw the heads into the Nu River to worship the river god, and later based on this tradition, the Chinese also invented a food called steamed buns for this purpose.

In the past year, there have been more and more rumors that Chu Tingchang is the reincarnation of that wizard. As a graduate of Sandhurst, he shouldn't have believed in these strange things, but under the influence of various brutal and terrifying stories about Chu Tingchang brought back by the front-line officers, he picked up the superstitions of the old era. He began to fear that in a few months, Chief Chu's army would storm Mandalay and cut off his own head or nose. This time, Tojo did not relent, and he became more and more worried about continuing to increase the Burmese army.

Saito, of course, didn't know what these Burmese were thinking, and he carefully looked around to make sure that there were those people who were buried with him. On the right is Wang Jingwei, who is sick and sick, and Wang's deputy is Hu Lancheng, the propaganda minister of the puppet Republic of China. Saito has run the news in Shanghai and is relatively familiar with Chinese officialdom.

On the right is the new Indonesian puppet Sukarno, who is smoking a cigar while the young officer next to him lights a fire.

Saito had met the young officer just now and knew that his name was Suharto, and that he was a mid-ranking officer in the Indonesian army supported by Japan. Just now in the garden outside, the adjutants of the heads of state gathered to chat, and Suharto was the loudest and kept talking about solving the Chinese problem in Indonesia and Malaysia once and for all. Suharto believed that if it were not for the Chinese and Dutch who prevented Indonesia's rise, India would have been as powerful as Japan. He then began to talk about his admiration for fascism.

Further back, there was Zhang Jinghui, the prime minister of Manchukuo, whose adjutant was unrecognizable.

Saito didn't bother to look at the rest of the people, anyway, soon they would be dead people twitching and rolling on the ground. He raised his wrist and looked, there were 15 minutes left,* but it was about to ring, but Tojo was not seated yet, what could he do? What if he doesn't come?

Although the British fuse obtained on the battlefield used this time does not make a sound, the effect of timing is not spectra. In principle, it is determined by the time when the acid melts the wire, and the time of detonation* is far less accurate than the fuse of a mechanical clock.

The representatives of various countries also began to talk to each other, and Tojo must have something to do, right? When everyone took a group photo in the afternoon, everyone also waited for him for a long time. Tojo regards himself as the master, and he doesn't care about these Mizo who have come all the way to cheer on him.

"If you knew better, you should have set the time later." Saito's heart went up and down.

A Foreign Ministry official walked in, and the banquet hall fell silent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm really sorry, but Your Excellency the Prime Minister is talking to His Excellency Kido on the phone with the Minister of Internal Affairs for some business, and it is estimated that it will be there soon."

The official retreated.

When Tojo appeared, it became unknown. Saito looked at his watch, the time was passing minute by minute, now he had to think about his retreat, he came to participate in this assassination, eradicating the culprit who started the war is of course one purpose, but defecting to the liberated area is another wish, so he doesn't want to die here unless he has to.

He continued to wait patiently, and all the guests around him did not show any anxiety and dissatisfaction, being delayed by Tojo was nothing to them, and they had long lost their self-esteem.

"Japan is really a country of etiquette, and these utensils are really exquisite." Bhamo picked up the well-printed menu and marveled.

"I'm very sorry, Your Excellency Prime Minister may be in a hurry." Saito said.

"Don't worry, we have time, hahaha. We Asians should have the opportunity to gather together to discuss the confrontation with the European and American powers. ”

Bamo picked up the delicate folding fan on the table, and only then did he notice that Saito's face was covered in sweat.

"Why are you hot?"

"yes, it's a little hot."

"Then you shouldn't go to Myanmar, it's hot all year round."

Saito quietly glanced at his wrist again, and there were still 10 minutes before the explosion. He set himself a baseline for retreating, and in any case, in the last 3 minutes, he had to get out of here.

The assassination headquarters of Kagesa Zhenaki, which is 15 kilometers away from the banquet hall, has just received the exact news that Tojo is still talking on the phone in the lounge across the wall from the banquet hall, and the call is from the Minister of the Interior, and the content is not clear. The worst he could guess was that the emperor, or someone close to him, tried to intervene in the assassination. Someone may have revealed something to the emperor that wasn't precise enough, so Kido made a long phone call to Tojo to test something. He didn't know the specifics, but when he took over the task, he noticed that Konoe and Nobusuke Kishi had too many people involved, and for a highly classified matter, having too many people would increase the chances of failure, especially Ito Shushi, who was likely to turn to Tojo at a critical moment because of the divine will. Or through his means, to dismantle the assassination and pluck himself clean at the same time.

Guessing unintentionally, his people have already begun to move, preparing to cut the telephone line. This would end the call, and of course it would also cause Tojo to be vigilant, but there was no other way, everything was ready, including the capture of the Tokyo Gendarmerie and the Ministry of the Army, the arrest of Akira Muto and Ryoji Shikata, and the rescue of Makino's Guards Division.

At the same time, in the banquet hall, Saito knew that he couldn't wait any longer, and he owed himself to apologize to Bamo: Your Excellency, I am a little unwell, and I got a pill next door.

"Ah, go ahead." Bamo replied magnanimously, and at this time, the kabuki performance in the center of the banquet hall had already begun, and his attention was long off Saito, whose face was wrong.

Saito placed the box on the edge of the table, slightly in front of it, to prevent the table from blocking the blast.

He got up and went outside, and the guard at the door didn't stop him, but asked him where he was going, and he told him to go to the toilet, and then walked quickly. He realized that the assassination plan had failed, and if it was possible, he would have to remove * and the timer, but this timed fuse, once it had started to be timed, was irreversible and would explode even if it was pulled out of *it*, unless he had enough tools to disassemble the fuse. Now is the time to think about getting out of it yourself.

When he reached the end of the hallway, Saito almost collided with Tojo, who was walking with a straight face.

Tojo didn't have a bodyguard by his side, and he gave Saito a vicious look.

"Are the people of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs such reckless and unmeasured?" Tojo snorted.

Saito hurriedly bowed his head, and Tojo walked angrily to the banquet hall. He had just been annoyed by the sudden interruption of the phone, and he felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't think of it for a while, so he could only go to the banquet hall to entertain those guests first. Along the way, he was full of suspicion and almost collided with the assassin Saito.

Tojo took out a handkerchief and wiped his bald head as he walked to the banquet hall. Saito hurried away towards the exit. He looked at his watch again, and it stands to reason that it was time for the explosion at this point, but apparently the thickness of the wire was not so accurate. Following the route in his memory, he passed through the squire room among a group of people who were reading the newspaper and waiting for a shift change.

As he walked out of the duty room, a dull explosion came from behind him, a little softer than he expected. He hurriedly ran away, and the rest of the people in the vicinity stood still, and after a few seconds, he realized that something was wrong and ran towards the banquet hall.

Through the window of the hallway, Saito could see that the soldiers of the Guards Division on the periphery were running in quickly, and he lowered his head so as not to be noticed by others, he was almost the only one running out here, and he was indeed very suspicious.

"Poisonous gas!" Someone screamed in the distance. Soldiers can be seen scrambling to put on their gas masks, but these activated carbon gas masks are simply not able to withstand the nerve agents that can be used in small amounts on contact with the skin.

He knew that at the end of the hallway, someone would pick him up, and since the whole operation was stumbling over, the final retreat should be successful.

Sure enough, a man in a gendarmerie uniform stepped out of the way.

"Comrade, I'll take you away."

"Oh, where's the car?"

When Saito turned his head to look for the car, the man pulled out a silenced pistol and shot Saito in the temple. The gunshots, masked by the sound of screeching sirens, did not arouse the minds of others in the vicinity. The man dragged the limp Saito aside, then shoved the pistol into Saito's hand.