PDLP Chapter 889 Patriarch, I'll send you on your way!
Chapter 889 Patriarch, I'll send you on your way!
It turned out that the Japanese soldiers, who had been happily washing themselves, seemed to have finally recognized one of the three men in suits who were trying to hide. One of the more astute ones immediately whispered a few words into Captain Sato's ear.
Sato's expression of gratitude and flattery froze instantly, replaced by disbelief. He stared intently at the man with the gloomy face, his eyes shifting unpredictably.
He knew perfectly well that his previous "decision" in the face of battle had almost pushed this "patriarch" to his death.
This person is still alive...
Do things thoroughly! If you don't nip them in the bud, they'll grow back in the spring!
If you're still alive, I won't be able to live well!
A fierce look flashed across Sato's face. He immediately roared a few words and summoned seven or eight of his most loyal former subordinates. With a fierce look in his eyes, he moved toward the corner where Junichiro and the other two were. Judging from his posture, he wanted to "clean house" right there in the bathhouse.
At this moment, Lao Wang was still saying to Zhao Gang, "Those three are still suspicious, keep a close eye on them."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a muffled "plop" came from the pool! Chaos erupted in the pool!
Sato's henchmen pounced like hungry wolves, pinning down two bodyguards, elbowing them hard in the back and kneeing them in the waist. The group tangled in the water, splashing water all over the surrounding prisoners.
Sato crouched down and circled behind Junichiro, his iron-like hands gripping his shoulders tightly. He exerted all his strength and pressed down hard, as if he wanted to shove Junichiro's head into the drain at the bottom of the pool!
"Master, please don't blame me! If you live, I cannot live!"
Chaos erupted inside the bathhouse as the other prisoners scattered in fear.
"Oh no!" Old Wang and Zhao Gang shouted at the same time, and rushed towards the pool.
Old Wang was the fastest runner, and he kicked Sato hard in the waist.
With a muffled thud, Sato was kicked like a tattered sack and sent flying, splashing into the pool and raising a spray of water half a person's height.
Without wasting a moment, Old Wang grabbed Junichiro's hair and pulled him out of the water with a tight grip, like dragging a struggling prey.
Hmph, I'm already being kind enough to save your life, I don't care if you're in pain or not.
To everyone's surprise, he grabbed nothing!
The hair that fell off so easily was actually a finely crafted wig! The true face beneath the wig astonished everyone: thick, black short hair standing straight up, with a clearly defined hairline, belonging to a man in his prime.
Even more shockingly, as the wig fell off, the meticulously drawn age spots on Junichiro's face quickly spread in the hot water, turning into streaks of murky dirt that flowed down his cheeks.
His signature goatee also loosened under the tugging, and with a thud, it fell off his chin and floated on the water like a withered leaf.
In the blink of an eye, a frail old man has transformed into a middle-aged man in his early forties!
His suddenly revealed face was filled with panic; veins bulged on his forehead, and his lips parted slightly in shock. He instinctively raised his hand to cover his face, but it was too late.
Hot water flowed down his neck, washing away the remaining camouflage paint and revealing his healthy tanned skin underneath.
Good heavens! Zhao Gang, who was watching closely from the poolside, couldn't help but whistle. This old guy... no, this guy pretending to be old, he's been hiding his true colors well!
Old Wang snorted coldly and threw the wig in his hand onto the edge of the pool: "Damn it, it looks familiar!"
At this moment, Junichiro's condition is really not good.
The veins on his forehead throbbed, soaked with cold sweat mixed with pool water, which trickled down his cheekbones and gathered into small droplets on his chin. His lips were pursed and turned bluish-black, pressed tightly into a stiff straight line.
He was indeed flustered at first, his eyes darting around and his shoulders trembling, but in just a few seconds, he forcibly suppressed his disheveled state.
He looked up at Old Wang, and the panic in his eyes, which had been filled with fear, receded like the tide, replaced by a deep calm.
He even raised his trembling hand to wipe the water from his face, looking somewhat disheveled. Then, he forced a smile that appeared calm but was actually a tentative one.
"My apologies, Mr. Wang. Ah... I never expected to meet an old friend again under these circumstances. Several years have passed since we parted ways at the Chemical Engineering Institute in Beijing. Mr. Wang, you are still as charming as ever, even more so than before."
"How have you been lately?"
Old Wang twitched his lips: "Stop trying to get close! I was just too young back then, and the knife I used missed a few inches!"
Junichiro seemed unfazed by the cold reception, even nodding slightly. Despite being soaked and disheveled, he still tried to maintain an odd demeanor.
"Times have changed, and I have no choice but to apologize to Wang Sang. This place... doesn't seem like the right place to reminisce. Perhaps we could find a quieter place? I think there might be some misunderstandings between us that we can clear up. This would probably benefit both of us."
Old Wang's eyes sharpened, and he instantly suppressed his memories, regaining the alertness and composure of a field operative.
He didn't respond to Junichiro's words, but said coldly, "If you have something to say, say it where you should."
He turned to the badge warrior and nodded, "Take him away and keep him under separate supervision. Provide him with tea and water, and he must not be rude, but don't let him try anything funny!"
"Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Wang." Junichiro bowed slightly, offering no resistance as the soldiers carried him out. His back remained upright, as if he were not a prisoner but attending an important meeting.
However, a gust of wind blew by, causing him to shrink back slightly.
"This person..."
"This person is not simple! I must report this immediately!"
"I know, but shouldn't you make him wear underwear... it's really annoying to see him swinging around like that!"
……
Without responding, Lao Wang quickly gave Zhao Gang a few instructions and then rushed to the nearest secure communications room to report the critical situation of "the capture of Junichiro, a suspected important Japanese figure, who attempted to make contact" in a top-secret telegram.
The telegram, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly caused a stir at the Qingdao headquarters.
With relevant intelligence channels operating at full capacity, detailed information about Junichiro and his family, especially his deep connections with the Japanese political, financial, and even imperial circles, was quickly compiled and placed on the desks of the naval leaders and the old man who had not yet left.
"Huh? What's this guy up to? With his civilian status, he could have entered the country openly and legally. What's he up to by sneaking around like this?"
"Hahaha, I think it's some young comrade who really messed things up for them, and now they're risking their lives to come and settle the score with him!"
"Huh?" The naval officer quickly rummaged through the pile of files.
"It can't be that bad, it's just a few tens of thousands of pounds. Besides, this kid immediately donated it to buy food..."
"Haha, it's not that bad, but we might need to change our original approach to dealing with that submarine!"
"why?"
"That's a good question! It's like some comrades don't understand why we don't want the small notebook as compensation..."
"Uh……"
"Go ask the little guy what he thinks!"