MM Racing Chapter 139 A Stroll in the Park, a Letter from Home
Chapter 139 A Stroll in the Park, a Letter from Home
In the office of the Begonia Tavern, the radio transmitter was making a "beep-beep-beep" sound.
Yan Shuo, with a cigarette between his fingers, stared calmly at the flashing indicator light.
The telegram was sent from the headquarters in the mountain city, and its tone carried a clear inquiry.
"Is the controversy surrounding the photos of the foreign concessions under control? What is the situation regarding the missing persons?"
Liu Yan handed over the translated telegram and asked softly, "Captain, how should we draft the reply?"
Yan Shuo took a drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.
"Reply to headquarters: The incident has been properly handled."
He paused, then added, "All those involved have been rescued and transferred. The Japanese side has conducted an internal purge, scapegoats have been found, and public opinion in various countries is gradually calming down."
Liu Yan quickly took notes and typed in a telegram reply.
Within half an hour, a reply came from headquarters.
The telegraph operator read out: "The handling was appropriate, calm, and decisive, securing a favorable situation for our side. This is hereby commended."
Liu Yan walked in carrying tea and smiled as she heard this, saying, "Congratulations, Captain."
The villa district for high-ranking Japanese military officers was permeated with an overwhelming sense of sorrow.
Sakai Kusanai Toji sat on the floor, holding his three-year-old son, Yuuto, tightly in his arms.
The child's cries were hoarse and weak, his little hands clutching his clothes tightly, repeatedly crying out, "Mommy, I want Mommy..."
Sakai Kusanai closed his eyes, and hot tears slid down his cheeks.
He had just received a telegram from his father-in-law, every word like a knife, etched into his heart, asking him to explain the details of Nanako's attack.
Nanako is his wife, and she is his only solace here.
He touched the photo he kept close to his body. In the photo, Nanako was smiling brightly, embracing Yuto.
"Daddy, does Mommy not want Xiongyou anymore?" Xiongyou asked, looking up with a tear-streaked face.
Sakai Kusanai hugged the child tighter, his voice choked with emotion.
"No, Mom just went to a very far place, but she will keep an eye on Xiongyou."
Nanako is always cautious and travels on fixed routes, so how could she suddenly be involved in a car accident?
The investigators below said that someone saw the vehicle deliberately ramming the other vehicle at the time of the incident, indicating it was not an accident.
He even remembered the license plate number, but when he sent someone to check, he found that the car had vanished without a trace.
"Is this targeting me?" Sakai Kusanai muttered to himself.
Although he did not directly participate in espionage operations, he knew a lot of inside secrets.
It seems too coincidental that Nanako encountered misfortune so soon after the turmoil in the foreign concessions began.
But he had no evidence, no witnesses were willing to come forward to testify, and the perpetrator had vanished without a trace.
Xiongyou cried until he was exhausted, then fell into a deep sleep in his arms, his little brows still tightly furrowed, and he was still softly murmuring "Mom."
Sakai Kusanai gently stroked the child's hair, his heart filled with desolation.
He joined the war in the hope of securing a peaceful life for his family.
But now, instead of finding peace, he has lost the most precious person.
The chaos within the foreign concessions, the infighting among colleagues, and the intense grief of losing his wife made him utterly disgusted with his job.
Unprocessed official documents were piled up on the table.
In the past, he would have completed it meticulously.
But now, he only felt exhausted.
Holding the child in his arms, he could no longer muster any enthusiasm for his work.
He suddenly remembered that Kenjiro Ito hadn't shown up for several days, which he guessed was not a good sign.
The Ito family probably hasn't realized that they haven't been able to contact their young master for quite some time.
It's estimated that the concession will be bustling again in a while.
Yi Garden, located at 1172 Songhui West Road, Songjiang District, was originally built in the Ming Dynasty and is a classical garden in Shanghai.
The weather was nice that day.
Yan Shuo accompanied Li Zhiyao for a walk, wanting her to get some fresh air.
Li Zhiyao's belly is already showing; she's about four months pregnant.
Yan Shuo carefully held her arm, staying close by.
Li Zhiyao laughed and broke free, saying, "I'm not a child, nor am I made of porcelain. There's no need to protect me so closely."
Yan Shuo released his grip, but kept his eyes on her feet, and said, "Alright, alright, then be careful yourself."
He pointed to the ground and added, "There's a curb here, walk slowly."
Li Zhiyao followed his gaze, glanced at him, and nodded with a smile.
She pointed to the pavilion not far away and said, "Let's go sit in that pavilion for a while."
The two walked to the pavilion. Li Zhiyao looked at the colorful plants next to them and said, "In such cold weather, these plants are still growing so well. They are really well taken care of."
Yan Shuo followed her gaze, nodded, and said, "Yes, there are dedicated workers to take care of it."
Li Zhiyao has always loved green plants and flowers, and has planted quite a few at home.
Wang Xiaohong helps take care of the plants every day, but the flowers and plants at home never grow as well as those here.
Yan Shuo pondered whether he should poach the gardeners from this place to work at his home.
Then he shook his head, wondering why he hadn't thought of that sooner. Wouldn't it have been much easier to just have a professional gardening doll at home?
He was secretly annoyed at himself for being so careless.
The two sat down in the pavilion.
Li Zhiyao paused to recover, then suddenly said, "My brother called, asking if we have any connections to get weapons, equipment, and medical supplies to the 5th War Zone."
Without a second thought, Yan Shuo said directly, "Have him make a list, and I'll arrange for someone to deliver it to him. Try to get as much as possible and send it all at once to save him from having to make multiple trips."
His current smuggling team has a huge number of various passes and exemption certificates.
He had taken care of all the relevant beneficiaries, and the convoy rarely encountered any inspections along the way.
Even if someone knows there's something in the car, they'll turn a blind eye.
Even if the Japanese and Wang Jingwei regime's intelligence agencies discovered it, they would simply let it go.
This was because Yan Shuo had vested interests with high-ranking officials of the 76th Division, the Special Higher Police, the Wang Jingwei regime, and many other important figures, and they always shared the profits.
Yan Shuo would personally accompany the team on every large-scale transaction involving prohibited items such as medicines and weapons.
The vehicle was filled with cheap, worthless goods; only a very small number of weapons and medicines were allowed inside.
He kept all the other valuable and forbidden items in his ring.
Either take the mountain path that avoids the checkpoint, or sneak over the obstacles near the checkpoint at night.
In short, he would never let the Japanese discover that he was smuggling large quantities of contraband.
He wanted to leave the impression that this person was just a small-time smuggler, but sensible, always giving a share of the profits, even though the profit margin wasn't high.
The goods he smuggled, though seemingly in large quantities, were mostly inexpensive and sought-after items.
Even if they had weapons and medicine, it was only a few boxes, which seemed like a small-scale operation.
Liu Jie is a man who knows the rules; you can trust him with anything you entrust to him.
Yan Shuo's actual operations have always been meticulous.
Upon arrival at the handover point, first select a courtyard or secluded location to unload the goods from the vehicles, and then allow the convoy to return first.
After everyone left, he quickly replaced the goods, arranged for the doll to be handed over to the person who came to complete the transaction, and the money and goods were settled.
If it was just ordinary cargo, without any prohibited items such as weapons or medicine, he would simply hand it over to a convoy that the Japanese agents were familiar with.
They didn't even need to show their faces; the caravan would be openly transported out of the city, and the trading company's employees could handle the transactions.
Today, I am completely at ease with Yan Shuo.
Many of the contraband items they seized were handed over to Yan Shuo for disposal.
Many prisoners in the prison also asked Yan Shuo to contact their families for bail.