frightfiction Chapter 933 Family Heritage?
Chapter 933 Family Heritage?
Why?
Captain Sato's father was a Japanese instructor at the Northeast Old Aviation School of the People's Liberation Army after World War II, and contributed to the early days of the People's Liberation Army Air Force!
Hey, you wouldn't believe it, this history isn't fiction.
After the defeat of the Japanese, a group of Japanese aviation technicians who remained in Northeast China, including flight instructors and mechanical engineers, were invited by us to participate in the establishment and teaching work of the first aviation talent training institution in Northeast China, which later became the Northeast Old Aviation School.
Many of them dismantled and repaired old aircraft in sheds where temperatures were tens of degrees below zero, using birch wood instead of scarce aluminum to make propellers, and managed to train the first batch of pilots for the new China. Even the second generation of air force leaders were trained by them.
Because of his family background and connection to this special history, Captain Sato had no resistance to our contact whatsoever; on the contrary, he showed a subtle closeness to us.
"Well, this must be due to family tradition..." After learning the whole story, Old Wang was both amused and exasperated. All the methods he had prepared were now useless.
Not only will the methods be useless, but the treatment may even be raised to a higher level.
Our nation is not the kind of ingrate that turns its back on its people and bites back. The best proof of this is the gift of the national porcelain from later generations.
Just when Jiang Xia and Lao Wang thought the biggest obstacle had been cleared and the plan could proceed smoothly, and all they needed to do was "inform" Junichiro, Zhao Gang, who was in charge of communicating with Junichiro, ran into a tough obstacle and returned looking dejected.
After Zhao Gang recounted his experience, the two finally understood what he had gone through...
It turned out that Zhao Gang was ordered to inform Junichiro of the final arrangements. When he arrived at the detention center, he did not barge in directly, but habitually observed the interior through the window first.
Junichiro lay on his back on the simple bed, seemingly fast asleep, emitting even snores. His two attendants, meanwhile, huddled together in the corner of the room, whispering amongst themselves.
Zhao Gang couldn't understand Japanese, but he could discern the emotions in the tone of voice.
A badged soldier guarding the door saw Zhao Gang approach and immediately whispered, "Captain Zhao, there's a situation inside." He pointed to the door.
"As you instructed, we specifically arranged for two comrades who understand Japanese to be on duty here. According to their records and what we just heard..."
The soldier continued in a low voice, "Junichiro lay down about half an hour ago, seemingly asleep, and even started snoring. His two attendants were quite obedient at first, huddled in a corner, not daring to make a sound. But not long after, they started whispering among themselves, their words... expressing considerable complaints about the failure of this mission and their patriarch, and were somewhat... disrespectful."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Gang frowned and peered through the observation window in the door. Sure enough, he saw Junichiro lying face inward on the bed, seemingly fast asleep. His two attendants, however, were huddled in the corner away from the bed, their backs to the door, their heads almost touching, whispering something. Beneath the relief of surviving the ordeal, their faces betrayed an barely suppressed... disdain and resentment.
"Damn it, he really is no good."
"But whatever..."
Zhao Gang cursed, then nodded to the soldier to indicate that he understood.
He took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and went inside.
Upon hearing the door open, the two attendants in the corner sprang back like startled rabbits, quickly stood up straight, a hint of panic flashing across their faces, and hurriedly lowered their heads.
Almost simultaneously, the even snoring coming from the bed stopped abruptly. Junichiro "timely" turned over, sat up sleepily, and looked at Zhao Gang. His eyes were clear, without any trace of the drowsiness of just waking up.
Zhao Gang ignored these details and went straight to the point, emphasizing that "according to the plan, you two attendants will also return with Mr. Junichiro."
Upon hearing that they too would be released and allowed to return home, the two attendants' faces instantly lit up with uncontrollable elation, and they almost cheered out loud.
However, Junichiro's reaction was completely different. His face instantly darkened, and his cold gaze swept over the two gloating followers before finally settling on Zhao Gang's face.
"I reject!"
"Hey, you son of a bitch! You agreed one minute and went back on your word the next, huh! I knew it, you guys are like dogs that can't stop eating shit..."
Zhao Gang's temper flared up instantly. Without saying a word, he stepped forward, reached out, grabbed Junichiro by the collar like a dead dog, and dragged him out!
The two attendants who had been trying to block Junichiro's way were now rooted to the spot, unable to budge an inch!
Zhao Gang moved Junichiro to a more secluded single room, closed the door, crossed his arms, and stared at him: "Now, speak like a human being. When the three of you boarded the ship, what did the base's departure log say? Three people, or... just you?"
Junichiro was roughly carried by Zhao Gang all the way, his hair was messy, but his eyes struggled violently after this question.
“It’s just me! ...Those two, originally...were supposed to have them transit through Hong Kong…”
Zhao Gang raised an eyebrow: "That's quite extravagant, using a submarine to transport people?"
Junichiro snorted coldly, offering no reply, but the mixture of ruthlessness, pain, and a hint of relief on his face spoke volumes. This time, he finally spoke clearly:
"I agree to the plan. Only I agree! It can only be my agreement!"
His last few words were spoken with an unusual ferocity, as if he had already personally severed something.
Zhao Gang stared at him for a few seconds, then nodded: "Okay, it's good that you agree."
After that, he turned around and left.
"Then, only you can go back..."
problem solved!
After they came out, the badge-wearing soldier at the door asked in confusion, "Zhao Ting, what's he up to? Why is he abandoning his own people?"
Zhao Gang scoffed: "What does someone of Junichiro's status value most? Face! Prestige!"
He's really messed up this time, and we've got him in the bag—it's a huge stain on his record. Those two henchmen are living proof of that stain!
If they return alive, it's like constantly shouting through a megaphone, "Master, you've already stumbled!"
Tell me, would he rather take two 'loyal servants' who could become ticking time bombs back with him, or would he rather let them 'justifiably' disappear in the 'accident' that occurred during this journey?
The soldier suddenly realized.
After listening to Zhao Gang's description, Jiang Xia gave him two thumbs up, while Mr. Lu, who had come to listen in, rubbed his chin, seemingly lost in thought.
"Hey, Brother Zhao, why did you look so dejected earlier..."
what……
Of course, it's to take credit.
But after Zhao Gang finished describing what happened, he didn't boast about his achievements as he had before. Instead, he looked at Jiang Xia with a somewhat hesitant expression, his eyes revealing a kind of earnest desire to atone for his mistakes.
He craved the No. 13 cigar, but what he wanted more at that moment was the reassuring feeling that things were even.
After all, the fact that Captain Sato and Junichiro didn't get along earlier wasn't explained in time.
Without a word, the naive kid took the blame for the incomplete information.
His success in taking down Junichiro, a tough nut to crack, carries a sense of "Brother, I didn't let you down this time."
Jiang Xia, being a quick-witted person, understood immediately. He laughed and punched Zhao on the shoulder, saying, "Well done, Brother Zhao! You're rough around the edges but meticulous at heart. You've done a great job this time!"
There were indeed no more cigars, but there were still several packs of white tobacco. After handing them to Zhao Gang and waiting for him to leave, Jiang Xia stretched, just wanting to take a break.
Teacher Shi Lu suddenly asked Jiang Xia, "Xia Zi, do you think Junichiro has no other plans behind his 'cleaning house' so readily?"
Jiang Xia scratched his head, and his tuft of hair wobbled: "What could he possibly be planning? He's just afraid of losing face."
"Idiot!" Teacher Shi Lu pointed at him with his pipe. "He's offering his pledge of allegiance! Those two followers are proof of his dark past, and also his 'private property' that he can completely control."
He knew we would definitely need to find something on him that could be used against him. So, he simply handed over the power to handle this "weakness" to us in our plan!
This is both a show of loyalty and a demarcation: Look, I've eliminated any potential 'hidden dangers' that could harm you. Isn't my sincerity and determination enough?
He took a drag of his cigarette and sighed, "This Junichiro... he really is a shrewd character who knows how to cut his losses and climb the ladder. He's ruthless to himself, and even more ruthless to others."
Jiang Xia listened, but pursed his lips, and the welding torch in his hand emitted a dazzling blue light that illuminated his profile.
"What kind of talent, what kind of twists and turns..."
"As long as our truth is strong enough, our technology is advanced enough, and our plans are meticulous enough... no matter what demons, monsters, or schemes they may have, they'll all have to obediently follow the path we've laid out!"
Teacher Shi Lu smiled silently, and the pipe in his hand, which was inlaid with a few iron nails, flashed with orange-red sparks under the light of the welding torch.
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