The head wolf thought to himself: Britain has long since declined from the empire on which the sun never sets to become the follower of the United States, the once arrogant MI6 is now under the command of the CIA, and Japan is also after World War II, completely becoming the little brother of the United States, MacArthur is known as the five-star emperor, how brilliant the Japanese special high school used to be, and now it is also revolving around the baton of the CIA, it is really 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, and the head wolf feels the wounds on his back and chest and is aching faintly!

"Yamamoto-kun, take me to get a weapon, I want to use your radio station to contact Shangfeng!" The head wolf said in Japanese.

Yuji Yamamoto put away his smiling face, with a serious expression, bent over, and replied in Japanese, "Yes, Mr. Touwolf!"

The head wolf nodded, followed Yuji Yamamoto to an inconspicuous hut behind the repair shop, and when he entered the house, he saw that it was a two-room hut inside and outside, the inner room was inhabited, and the outhouse was eaten, Yuji Yamamoto said: "This is my dormitory!" He went into the back room, opened a wooden cupboard, revealing a tin cover, he opened the lid, and a hole was revealed inside, he turned on a flashlight, climbed down the ladder, climbed out of one place, carried a canvas bag to the desk next to the bed, carefully opened the bag, put a radio station on the table, skillfully connected to the power supply, plugged in the peripheral antenna, and after debugging, got up and said to the wolf: "Okay, you can use it."

The head wolf skillfully put on the headset and sent a telegram to the director of the secret bureau, the content of which was: Safe in Xinjiang, and the CIA has been connected. After a short time, he received a reply, and the director instructed him to fully cooperate with the work of the CIA and absolutely obey the command. After reading the reply, the head wolf felt uncomfortable, it was really sad to be a grandson, if he didn't pretend to be the CIA, let the little Japan behind him know his true identity, I don't know what kind of face he would put on to treat himself!

Thinking of his comrades-in-arms who were poisoned by the plum machine, his chest and back hurt again, and the hatred of his family and the country came to his heart, he stabilized his mind, put down his headphones, turned off the radio, got up and said to Yuji Yamamoto: "Where is the weapon?" ″

Yuji Yamamoto unhurriedly put away the radio, put it in a canvas bag, carried it, and climbed down the ladder with a flashlight as usual. The head wolf guarded the entrance of the cave, quietly and silently pulled out a dagger from his waist, after a while, Yuji Yamamoto crawled out, carrying a large oilcloth bag, the head wolf did not wait for him to stand up straight, from behind the dagger cleanly cut his throat, with his hand, Yuji Yamamoto throat spurted blood, did not say a word fell into the hole, the flashlight then took off, the head wolf dexterously catched, and then hit the flashlight, lit up, climbed down.

I went down to the hole in the ground and found that there was a hole in it, and two holes were dug on the left and right, and there was a radio station in the hole on the left, and there were guns and ammunition detonators on the right, which was simply a small ammunition depot. The head wolf took out the radio, got up first and put the radio on the table, climbed down again, stuffed Yuji Yamamoto's body into the hole where the radio station was played, opened the oilcloth bag he was carrying, and found that it contained a pistol, a rifle, two grenades, several packs of bullets, and several magazines. The head wolf picked up the oilcloth bag and climbed out of the hole, he put down the oilcloth bag, found a basin of water to wash away the blood splashed by Yuji Yamamoto at the entrance of the cave, and returned the wooden cabinet to its original state, he went out of the house and found the radio antenna on a big tree behind the house, he moved a wooden ladder from outside the house, climbed to the tree to remove the antenna, and pushed out a 28-bar bicycle from the small shack built next to it, which should be Yuji Yamamoto's.

He tied the tarpaulin bag to the back rack of the bicycle, stuffed the antenna into the tarpaulin bag, picked up the canvas bag, rode the bicycle out of the gate of the Hongqi repair shop, and disappeared into the darkness.