A group stuffed the dead associate professor's body into the trunk of a car and moved on to the next step. Saito sat in the passenger seat, he kept taking deep breaths, recalling the steps of the operation, Onoda who was driving the car pretended to be an official of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and was responsible for transporting Saito to the area near the National Assembly Building, and the next action was up to Saito alone, although his superiors told them that Naiying was everywhere and would ensure that he completed the mission, but he did not know the specific identity of those comrades.

So far, the whole thing has gone very well, and it has gone incredibly. Since 226, all levels of conference security work have been done more meticulously than before, and it is very difficult to infiltrate a person, take Shimizu as an example, his photo has a file in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and it is necessary to use both sides at the same time to fool the Metropolitan Police Department personnel who check the documents, but the superiors actually did it.

Of course, Saito is by no means worried about this, and the most difficult point for him is *. *Divided into two parts and packed into a leather bag, the poison is contained in four glass tubes. Although the new fuse that uses acid to fuse the wire and then ignite reduces the nasty sound of ticking, the whole assembly* is still on the large side. He had a few books and notebooks covered with his purse, which were rather sloppy disguises.

The explanation of the superiors was vague about how to get through the leather bag, but even so, they still drove to the Diet building in Chiyoda without hesitation. The core area of 5 square kilometers has been blocked, and there are rejection horses and gendarmes at every entrance, because today there are a large number of "foreign heads of state" who want to come to the new order of coexistence and co-prosperity of Hideki Tojo, and the security specifications have been improved a lot.

They arrived at the first post on the street, and after showing their documents, Onoda's documents were quickly returned, but Shimizu's documents were taken to the duty room by the guards, and Saito could see him calling his superiors through the window. His heart couldn't help but lift his throat. When the soldier came out, he handed him back his papers, sorry for the delay. The car smoothly entered the central security area.

Meanwhile, inside the houses in the slums of Shibuya, all the group members except Kobayashi gathered together and were silently waiting for the news of victory. In their own way, they want to break with this militaristic country. They had already booked a ticket from Yokohama to Dalian, and then they would enter Kannai in South Manchuria, through the Manchurian Railway's associates, and then go to Shanxi to join the Eighth Route Army there. Everything was planned in such order that the members couldn't believe it was true. Half of them have been in prison and are well aware that the organization of their operations in the past was far less rigorous, and that they usually recruited police officers to lead to prison for their comrades, or encountered insurmountable problems and ended up in failure. But this time, a certain divine dragon saw the head and the end of the superior, and actually made the plan to the point of tightness, when the internal response was needed, the internal response appeared, and when the poisonous gas was needed, the poisonous gas also came.

Someone was whistling outside, it was from a secret whistle, and there was a secret signal that a comrade wanted to come in.

As one of the members walked towards the gate, several police officers of the Special High School who were hiding under the edge of the window suddenly got up and fired into the house with the south*. The gate was smashed open at the same time, and the soldiers who rushed in shot at the unsuspecting people with their pistols.

Outside, after the soldiers had shot one*, everyone had already collapsed in pools of blood.

In a dilapidated house not far away, Kagezo Zhenzhao, who commanded everything, got the information: all the troubles have been cleared. Kobayashi, who stole the poison, had been shot indiscriminately in the student dormitory last night.

His plan was carried out step by step, and in order to prevent these people from being left alive, he had to kill them in advance, and if the assassination was revealed, the Quartet of the Gendarmerie would soon be able to track it down.

Kagesa is well aware of the ability of the four directions, and although the four sides do not have the brains of a hunter, he can hunt down his prey like a hound until he dies. He can't be left with any scent. Once the plan succeeds, then Konoe will immediately take over as prime minister, and the four parties of Tojo Tadashi will be arrested and then executed within a few days. In case of failure, the responsibility for this matter will fall on one's own head, so there is no way back.

New news came that the two members of the assassination team had been resting in the Diet annex facility arranged by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Tojo is shamelessly reporting on the great victories everywhere in the council hall. There were some changes to the agenda, and Tojo and his puppet heads of state met for a group photo in the afternoon, followed by a dinner. Kagezo is worried about his pawns, don't make an early move because of impulse, that would doom to failure.

Saito walked to the parlor with the other interpreters, waiting to meet President Bamo, his palms already sweaty, as he looked cautiously at his purse.

From time to time, soldiers led wolfdogs past him as he walked through the security check, but the dogs did not stop to look at him. He noticed that the translation that had passed earlier had been hastily checked with the purse and documents.

When it was his turn, the guard, after looking at the documents, slapped them on his hand a few times, and returned them to him without checking the purse. Everything went surprisingly well,

He walked into the living room and saw Burmese President Bamo among a crowd of chatting and smoking, sitting there talking to Sukarno, president of Indonesia's "Popular Power Association" next to him. Saito suddenly remembered that he didn't actually speak Burmese.

Saito stubbornly walked over and found the two talking in English, he stood quietly and waited for Bamo to turn around, he greeted Bamo in English. Bamo also felt strange, but as a dog leg who came to cheer for the host, he naturally couldn't have any objections to the reception arranged by the Japanese.

"The Foreign Ministry interpreters have all stepped back behind the photographers," one Foreign Ministry official shouted, "and the heads of state are going to take a group photo." ”

It just so happened that Wang Jingwei walked in. Sukarno turned to Bamo: he licensed the Japanese to sell drugs in their own country.

The two looked at each other and smiled. Even the lackeys are divided into high and low at this moment, and there is no doubt that Wang Jingwei is the most unbearable among these people.

Saito was forced to retreat behind the reporters, and all a dozen or so "Führers" lined up, but they could not take pictures because Tojo had not arrived. Waited for about 15 minutes, wearing a military uniform. Tojo, with a huge first-class Rising Sun Medal, appeared.

He walked among them in a big way, and suddenly he was in the mood to speak impromptu.

"Yesterday, I received a report of the victory of our Loyal Army in Australia, but our struggle for self-defense in Asia is far from over. I will receive His Majesty's will to lead you all to independence and freedom in Asia. ”

The "heads of state" immediately applauded.

Saito was standing right behind the cameraman, and he could throw the bag in his hand towards Tojo, but this * was not equipped with a trigger fuse, so if it was thrown out like this, it obviously wouldn't explode.

"Perhaps, it will smash the bottle and let the poison gas out?"

He quickly dismissed the idea that it was best to follow the safest plan. There's no need to rush too much.

He spent the afternoon with President Bhamo and accompanied him on a tour of the annex of the council hall to introduce the statues and portraits of the sages since the Meiji Restoration, and they quickly became acquainted with each other in English. Saito even had some crush on Bhamo.

Bamo told him about the twists and turns of Burma's quest for independence, and confessed that he was a former Marxist, and that he and Aung San had gone to China to seek assistance, but eventually found that only Japan could follow. He lamented that there are still many demagogic young people in Myanmar who believe in communism, and they stay in the northern mountains, vying to join the Chinese army and serve as cannon fodder for Britain and the United States.

"Young man, I really want my country to be as strong as Japan, and I am truly grateful to the Japanese for helping us get rid of the British colonists. Unfortunately your focus has recently turned to Australia, but there are no enslaved people there who need to be emancipated. Bhammo sighed.

"Is it fast?"

"I have come this time so that you can explain my feelings to His Excellency Tojo, that Burma is facing the most brutal enemy in 2,000 years, the Chinese butcher called Chu Tingchang. His army machine-gunned my people, and the corpses even blocked the river. Bamo choked up as he spoke.

"Two thousand years?"

"Yes, two thousand years ago, another Chinese general, who once insulted the ancestors of the De'ang tribe, took their leader prisoner and then cut off his nose and released it. Pity those De'ang people who have no memory, and now they are enthusiastically joining the army of Chu Tingchang. ”

"Are you talking about Zhuge Kongming?"

"It should be this man, a guy who can call the wind and rain, and has a strong sorcery. Now the situation in Burma is precarious, and once the army of Chu Tingchang goes south, it will treat my people with all the most cruel means, and if I am captured, I may have my nose cut off, and now only you can save us. ”

"Yes."

Saito replied vaguely, he didn't remember whose nose Kong Ming had cut.

"Shimizu-kun, can I ask about your family?"

"I am the eldest son in my family, and I have three younger brothers and two younger sisters. Hours later spent in the northern countryside of Japan. ”

"Oh, I can almost imagine that your hometown is an idyllic place, and your siblings still meet up a lot, right?"

"No, no more meetings, one of my younger brothers died in Manchuria. The two younger sisters were sold to Nanyang ten years ago, and their whereabouts are now unknown. ”

Such a scathing answer brought the conversation to an abrupt end. This is not the family history of Professor Shimizu, this is the family history of Saito, he doesn't want to deceive the amiable old man in front of him. Japan is by no means as good as they think.

"Your Excellency, I will leave for the time being, and I will be on time for the dinner in an hour."

"That's great, I'm looking forward to talking to you."

The two shook hands, and Saito temporarily retired with his purse. He slipped into the bathroom alone, closed the door in the potato, and looked at his watch, it was almost time. He carefully opened the purse and took out the pliers to unscrew the metal tube above the fuse, and now the acid began to enter the glass tube below, and after about 90 minutes, the acid would blow the wire that pulled the firing pin.

He inserts the fuse into the plastic*. Then disguise the *, then sit on the toilet and wait for the minutes and seconds to pass. Over and over again, I recalled the details of the operation - how to leave the bag quietly and leave, and then quickly retreat from the safe passage.