Just when Muraka Hisako's self-confidence was once again improving, she heard the phone on the table ring again, and her good mood disappeared instantly.
She had to answer the phone countless times, but she still had to pick up the phone and answer it.
"Hisako, it's me, Noda!"
"Hello, Director, what can I do for you, Director?"
"How is your investigation going? Do you have any clues about the theft of the safe at the Black Dragon Club?" Director Noda asked calmly on the phone.
But Hisako felt the strong pressure on him, even if he wasn't in person, she could feel it.
"I'm sorry, Director. We have sent all the manpower here, but we haven't found any clues. I'm really sorry, Director, Hisako has let you down."
My attitude was very good, but the other party still didn't appreciate it, and there was a lot of curses on the phone.
I guess the village Changji was treated like this just now. Hisako knew it very well. Now she was tracking down the Zhongtong personnel and also investigated the theft case of the Black Dragon Guild Hall.
As for whether the Black Dragon Club explosion had anything to do with them, she didn't know, but it also provided her with an idea.
Faced with Noda's scolding, Hisako could only accept the other's scolding by shouting loudly from time to time, without even the slightest thought of speaking back.
"Hisuko, if you want to investigate for me, the documents must not be sent out of Xinjing, nor let the Chinese or international people know about it, otherwise the image of the empire will be completely destroyed."
"The safe is important, but the documents inside are more important. I believe you have heard about what the documents are there, or heard about them from other sources, but you must find them for me."
Noda's voice ended, and the phone was hung up.
"Is it the legendary plan?"
When Hisako thought of that plan, she couldn't help but shiver all over her body, and a cold current rose from the soles of her feet. After all, she almost became the target of that plan.
"idiot!"
She slapped the table directly, making a loud noise and even the table shook for a while.
…
Compared with Zhang Tianhao's deserted place and Jiuzi's place filled with anger and helplessness, Qian Jun's place was bustling with excitement. Thirteen or four people were training hard there. Although they didn't shout slogans, they were still training in full swing.
Qian Jun knows that these people are still a little immature now, but if they continue, then these people can be used when needed.
As a shooter, your marksmanship may still be accurate, but when necessary, you can bring it to light.
"Brothers, train your physical fitness for another hour. Our physical fitness is still very weak now. Let's continue training and attack in pairs. Who will join my team?"
"Qiantou, do you want to take a rest? We have been training for more than three hours and we are all tired!"
"Yeah, head, why don't you take a rest and practice again tomorrow, okay?"
"No, if you think you are like this, you are going to die. The stationmaster often tells us that we should sweat more in peacetime and bleed less in war. With blood and sweat, we have only one choice, and that is to sweat desperately.
, otherwise you can only bleed to make up for your shortcomings." Qian Jun said directly and loudly.
"And it's snowing heavily today, and it may even snow heavily in the next few days. It's a good time for us to train with all our strength. Don't think that you are training, all of us are training, just like our station commander, who never stops training, as long as there is time
, he absolutely trains and regards training as his instinct to keep himself in the best condition."
"By the way, boss, tell us about the experience of the webmaster. You often say that I have never heard of the great achievements of the webmaster."
"Okay, while everyone is training, I will tell you about the scene where the station commander attacked half a squadron of Japanese by himself. Once, the station commander led a team of Japanese and robbed a Japanese transport truck...
…”
As Qian Jun explained, the team members below almost thought they were really listening to a story. After all, during the entire operation, the stationmaster was like a god with help. Not only was his marksmanship accurate, but more importantly, he killed more than forty people by himself.
A Japanese soldier beat half of the Japanese squadron until they lost their temper.
If it hadn't been for Qian Jun, they would have thought it was a lie.
It's just that they didn't know that what Qian Jun said was true or false, especially the bragging. It just boosted the confidence of these people, and said that the webmaster was too wise and powerful, which was what he should have meant.
No one wants to be a hero, but heroes are not that successful, and according to Qian Jun, only by training and training can you save your life and complete your mission.
All the team members are still convinced about this. After all, they have already talked a lot about it at this point.
…
In the room, Zhang Tianhao held a stack of manuscript paper. He had already written six or seven pieces of paper, but none of them met his requirements. After all, since he was the top leader of the Zhongtong Xinjing Station and the previous actions had passed, then
It represents the past tense, and a new round of actions must be planned.
He can't just sit on his credits and sleep, that's not his style. It's not what he wants. When he comes to this world, he has to do something to make his journey worthwhile.
He looked up at the paper on the table and had to put it away because when he wrote for such a long time, he didn't write down the plan. After all, where is the current goal, he still needs to make a good plan.
Looking at the plan he had written, he shook his head, took out a match, gently lit the manuscript papers, and gently placed them in the basin next to him.
After watching everything burned, he raised his hand to put away everything, and then placed a few more books on the table, as if he liked to sit here and read.
Of course, the books here are mainly medical books, so that they can fit his personality. After all, Ichiro Kawaki himself is from Sendai Medical College. If you don't read medical books, you may be suspected.
Perhaps because he saw the Japanese's racial improvement plan tonight, he was not in the mood to read a book. Even when he read Japanese, he felt dizzy for a while.
"Looks like I'm not in the mood tonight. Damn it, it's all the damn Japanese who are using this damn plan to make people upset." He took out a rare cigarette, put it under his nose and smelled it, and finally endured it.
Stay is not on point.
Who would have thought that a person who smoked every day in Peiping would quit smoking completely when he arrived in Xinjing.
Bored, he turned on the radio to listen again, but it was already past twelve o'clock in the evening, and almost all radio stations were off the air.
But he was still upset for a while and picked up the phone. After all, he was in a bad mood. Although he couldn't talk to anyone, it could relieve the bitterness in his heart.
"Hisuko, it's me!"
"Ah, Mr. Chuan Qi, why do you want to call me so late? This is not your style!" During the phone call, Muraka Hisako was also pleasantly surprised after hearing Zhang Tianhao's voice, and said with a smile.
.
"I can't sleep, right? I slept a little too long during the day, so I want to chat with Miss Hisako. I wonder if you have time?"
"Kuan Qijun, I may be a little busy here. I haven't gotten off work at this time!" Hisako didn't know what he meant by this, so he refused with some embarrassment.
"Hisuko, there is never enough work to do. Besides, you are working in the office now. Why not change your mind and do a better job? Wouldn't it be better?"
