That night, the night was getting deeper and deeper. Zhang Tianhao sat alone in the car and looked at the patrols passing in front of him. There was a bit of murderous intent in the corners of his eyes.
He took out a mask from his pocket and put it directly on his face. Then he looked around and opened the car door, with a trace of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
The car next to it had disappeared when he put his hand on it.
This is the location of Major Yamayama of the Japanese Matsumoto's Major Intelligence Division. It was he who organized Matsumoto's regiment to massacre people on a large scale outside the city.
He has always wanted to find an opportunity, but there haven't been many opportunities all this time.
After all, I usually stay in the military camp today, so I came here today just to try my luck. If I'm lucky, I might bump into the Major on the mountain.
After looking at the situation here, there were usually two Japanese soldiers standing guard in front of the door. As for the house, Zhang Tianhao went there several times and there were also four Japanese soldiers standing guard.
He carefully climbed over the wall, then stretched his head and looked inside.
The entire villa had already become quiet, and there was no sound of anyone's footsteps at all. Except for the occasional sound of insects, there was total silence.
He carefully looked at the two guards at the door of the villa, and then at the two guards at the gate. He knew that there were guards upstairs as well. He was standing on the roof looking around, except for occasionally taking a few steps.
He just stood there and didn't move much.
The whole villa is not big. There are several small gardens in the center and several big trees are planted to decorate the whole villa in a decent way.
Since he had been here several times, he carefully slid down behind the wall and the tree. As his feet landed, he rolled on the spot.
The whole person has already rolled to the edge of the small garden, where there are some flowers and plants. As long as he doesn't stand up, he can be blocked.
Then he looked at the Japanese soldier in front of him, especially the Japanese soldier on the roof. When the two Japanese soldiers looked over here, he lay there motionless.
Then the thing didn't end. I saw him looking this way for a few times, then turned around and walked towards the other two directions to look around.
The purpose is to prevent anyone from sneaking in. After all, this is a Japanese army major and one of the Japanese intelligence officers.
Just when the two Japanese soldiers turned around, Zhang Tianhao pushed his legs hard, and then he jumped over the small flower pond like a carp in mid-air, then pressed his hands on the ground, rolled forward, and another
He jumped up and arrived at the downstairs of the villa.
When he jumped over, the Japanese soldiers over there did not notice that a stranger had sneaked into the villa, and the guard at the door still noticed the movement here, after all, it was very quiet at night.
He immediately turned on the electric light and came over to take a look.
After all, there was not much movement, and the Japanese soldiers would not have thought that someone would have the guts to sneak in here.
But at this time, Zhang Tianhao had already reached the wall. He was seen holding the gap in the wall tightly with his hands, slowly climbing up, and soon he had grabbed the window on the second floor.
After the two Japanese soldiers over there checked the flower pond and found nothing, they used flashlights to shine on other places, especially the wall.
After Zhang Tianhao retracted from the window on the second floor, his flashlight just shone on the window he had just climbed through.
Zhang Tianhao also sighed. He had tried this countless times. Last time he climbed into the tree, but the Japanese soldiers still made the same move. This time it happened again.
He looked inside the villa. It was a corridor on the second floor, not a room. He came here just to use this place to sneak in.
Then, he carefully walked towards another room, and then took out the blow smoke, which was a kind of smoke that he had already prepared.
He stretched out a finger, put a little spit on it, and then pressed his finger on the door.
The only bad thing about Japanese rooms is that the door is covered with paper, which makes it easy to insulate or damage soundproofing. A small hole the size of a small finger was made on the door of the room with your finger.
I slowly put my ears to it, and after a while, I heard breathing sounds of varying severity coming from inside.
He blew the mist gently, and as he blew the mist in, the breathing inside gradually calmed down and became faint.
Five minutes later, he pushed open the door and walked in quietly.
He took a flashlight and shined a light on the two people in the room, and saw a middle-aged man sleeping soundly with a woman in his arms. Zhang Tianhao was not in a hurry to do anything, but hung clothes beside him with the flashlight. I looked on the shelf.
Above were the clothes of a major. He walked over, reached into his pocket and took out an ID.
He shined a flashlight on it and saw that it said Yamajiro, Major. He took the ID and checked it with himself. The look on his face was also extremely satisfied.
He walked over and first put away his clothes and ID, maybe he would need them again. Then, he walked over directly, pinched Yamajiro's neck, and heard a click.
The young master on the mountain went to see Amaterasu directly in his sleep.
Zhang Tianhao looked at the room, turned on the light and started to tidy up.
All traces of the Major on the Mountain must be erased, and even the shoes and briefcase must be put away. The purpose is not to let people know that the Major on the Mountain was killed.
"Damn it, I was so lucky today that I met this bastard."
He looked around the room and saw that there was nothing important in the room. He was a little disappointed.
He took the briefcase and walked towards the opposite room. There was a study room. He ran over once, found it and hid in the study room.
However, the study room is still different from the rooms in this country. There are doors and locks, and confidentiality is very high.
He took out the key of the major on the mountain, opened it in a few minutes, then pushed the door open and walked in.
The study room is not big, and there are two bookshelves inside. As for what books are on them, Zhang Tianhao is not interested. What he is interested in now is the documents.
"Hey, this bastard has a radio station here."
He immediately saw that this was a low-power radio with only three watts and could only send messages over a short distance, but it was enough.
He also quickly found his safe, opened it directly with the key, and took out documents and money, two large gold bars, five small gold bars, as well as some Japanese yen and military stamps.
When he got here, he was very satisfied. He put away the documents, the radio, and the money, closed the safe, and returned along the original route.
Compared to when you came, leaving is just as easy, it’s just that time is stuck.
With Zhang Tianhao leaving, it seemed as if nothing had happened to the entire Shao Zuo family on the mountain. They were sleeping, patrolling, and no one even noticed that there was one missing person.
But Zhang Tianhao had already run out of the Japanese residential area in North District.
It was very dark, and there were Japanese police patrols outside from time to time. We almost ran into them several times, but Zhang Tianhao still managed to avoid them.
Compared with other places, Japanese residential areas have more frequent patrols. The Japanese pay more attention to their own safety. Unlike shantytowns, there are only a few patrol police during the day but not even at night.