June 26, morning, 8:18.

The cruise ship "Blue Tulip" flying the flag of the British Empire slowly docked at the port.

A large number of Shanghai residents, who came to pick up their relatives and friends, came early in the morning to greet the cruise ship from Hong Kong.

Several Japanese spies have been monitoring the crowd, hoping to find something.

On the other side, are several Chinese spies.

The two groups have long been "familiar".

They would appear at a fixed place at a fixed time every day, and they all knew each other's identities.

Well water does not interfere with river water.

The job of a spy is not like what outsiders think. Once you meet, you have to fight to the death. In fact, more often than not, everyone gets along peacefully, unless the superior orders, and you have to fight to the death.

Here, whether they are Chinese or Japanese spies, they are all low-level spies. Who will control Shanghai and what the future situation will be are matters for the superiors to consider, and they have nothing to do with them.

That's the case with Kishida Toshihiro.

He has been in Shanghai for two years. He has been promoted once and has not made any achievements. He is responsible for monitoring the port every day. It is a luxury to get a new task.

He persisted in this job not because of his loyalty to the Japanese Empire, but because this job could bring him a stable salary and allow him to send money back to Japan every month.

The economic situation in Japan is very poor. My wife, who had not worked for a long time, also went out to find a job last year to support her two children and her father who has Alzheimer's disease.

My salary accounts for a large part of my family's income.

Kishida Toshihiro will not allow anything to happen to him, otherwise how will his wife, children and father live?

Last time, I was accidentally assigned to arrest a military agent. A gun battle broke out between the two sides. Kishida Toshihiro huddled at the back because he was afraid that the bullet would hit him.

As a result, he was severely reprimanded by his boss for this.

Not every Japanese is willing to die heroically for His Majesty the Emperor and the Yamato nation.

Once all the passengers on the "Blue Tulip" have disembarked, their morning mission will be considered completed.

Go back and report, then wait for lunch.

Take a nap, there will be two ships coming in the afternoon.

They will come to the dock again and work until 4:30, then go back and report, and the day's work is considered over.

I was able to spend another day peacefully.

"Fan Laozhen!"

Suddenly, someone yelled, and his tone was a bit ferocious.

Kishida Toshihiro was indifferent.

However, something unexpected happened.

Several big men in shorts rushed forward and grabbed Kishida Toshihiro by the collar: "Fan Laozhen, you still want to hide when you see me?"

"Sir, you have mistaken the person." Toshihiro Kishida hurriedly said in pure Chinese: "I am not Fan Laozhen."

With a "pop" sound, a slap fell heavily on his face.

Kishida Toshihiro was completely confused: "You, what are you doing!"

Several of his companions also hurriedly gathered around him: "What are you doing? Why are you beating people?"

"Hey, are there any helpers?"

The face of the big man who hit the person darkened: "Damn it, how dare you not pay back the money I owe to Wuyitang? Who gave you this courage? Hit me, hit me!"

Not only these few people, but also a dozen big men suddenly rushed out of the crowd nearby, surrounded Kishida Toshihiro and started beating them.

The surroundings suddenly became chaotic.

"Don't do it, don't do it!"

Although Kishida Toshihiro was humiliated, he still tried his best to shout loudly.

"Um!"

Suddenly, Kishida Toshihiro groaned.

There was a huge pain in his stomach.

He looked down and saw a sharp knife stabbed in his stomach.

He grabbed a person next to him and let out a painful cry:

"Help me, help me."

But then, he received another critical blow on his head.

Kishida Toshihiro fell to the ground.

"Killing, killing!"

Someone made a shrill cry.

"Let's go."

The man who led the beating and called himself "Wu Yi Tang" whispered.

In an instant, the people he brought with him left the scene in a hurry.

"Leho, Leeho, hold on, hold on."

In my ears, the voice of my companion came.

It hurts so much. Am I going to die?

Kishida Toshihiro's mind began to become blurry.

I can't die, I still have a wife, children, and a father.

I want to live, I must live.

However, the signs of life were leaving him little by little.

"What's going on, what's going on?"

Several patrolmen showed up.

"He was beaten for no apparent reason and then stabbed."

Kishida Toshihiro's companion said quickly.

"Where's the guy who stabbed him?"

"Ran."

"Run away?" The patrolman glanced at the corpse on the ground coldly: "Bring all the living and dead to the patrol room. I want to interrogate them slowly!"

Several Japanese agents were taken away.

Toshihiro Kishida is dead.

No one cares about his wife and children's father in Japan.

It was nothing more than the death of an insignificant little spy.

Who cares? So many people die every day on the battlefield.

If Japan is like this, why not China?

A low-level spy, who treats you as a human being?

Yuan Zhonghe witnessed everything that happened before his eyes.

That's the person Director Meng asked Old Master Jinghu to transfer.

Why do you still see blood and kill people?

Yuan Zhonghe smiled bitterly, why bother.

Wouldn't it be enough to drive away these Japanese spies?

Passengers on the "Blue Tulip" began to disembark.

Passengers disembarked one after another, either leaving on their own or being taken away by relatives and friends.

Most of the guests have left.

After waiting for a while, more than thirty foreigners finally appeared.

Thirty-five people in total.

The leader was a bearded man in his fifties with blond curly hair.

Yuan Zhonghe immediately came forward with a translator: "Mr. Davis from Hong Kong Wanguo Trading Company?"

Spoken in English.

The bearded man spoke fluent English: "No, I am Mr. Davis from Planto Bank."

"You came down late."
To be continued...