MM Racing Chapter 93 Joint Trial of Shen Qing
Chapter 93 Joint Trial of Shen Qing
After settling Jiang Feng and Xia Lin's affairs, Yan Shuo quickly returned to the temporary contact point, tapped on the communicator, and sent instructions to the squad members lurking in various enemy agent departments: "Find out where Shen Qing is being held."
At this point, it had been just over an hour since Shen Qing was taken away. Yan Shuo was very familiar with the Japanese army's interrogation procedures. A Kuomintang special envoy like Shen Qing, whose identity was clearly established, would never resort to torture right away.
The Japanese army always believed in the principle of "high-ranking officials coercing and luring surrender" – first courtesy, then force. Especially when they wanted to extract core intelligence from prisoners of high status, they would first send an important official to talk to them, wear down their will and find out their bottom line. This process would take at least two or three hours before they would enter the torture stage.
"As long as we find the place, even if it takes until dawn, we can bring the person out safely," Yan Shuo muttered to himself, his eyes resolute.
Unless Shen Qing himself surrenders and betrays the country, he is absolutely confident in completing the rescue.
The communicator's indicator light flashed twice, and then a short Morse code signal came through: "303, 302!"
A glint flashed in Yan Shuo's eyes. This was the location code sent by Kobayashi Kichiemon from the Prison Administration Department.
This string of numbers has no coordinate meaning; it is a pre-arranged exclusive code indicating that "the target is inside the Special Higher Police prison."
He immediately grabbed his coat and strode towards the car.
"Target confirmed: Special Higher Police prison."
The car stopped at a secluded section of road near the entrance of the Special Higher Police Prison, and Yan Shuo immediately spotted Zhang Duan standing by the roadside smoking.
In the darkness, Zhang Duan's cigarette glowed intermittently. Seeing the car stop, he immediately stubbed out the cigarette, opened the car door, and got into the passenger seat.
"They went in just over half an hour ago." Zhang Duan reported quickly before Yan Shuo could speak, "Miura Saburo, Sato Yuichi, and Otani Ryusuke have all arrived, earlier than you expected. They've been inside for almost ten minutes."
"Okay." Yan Shuo nodded, taking out a disguised Japanese sergeant uniform as he instructed, "Wait here, move the car back fifty meters, turn off all the lights, and keep communications open."
"Understood." Zhang Duan quickly bent down to help Yan Shuo adjust the epaulets on his uniform.
The two quickly changed their clothes. Yan Shuo pulled up his hat brim, glanced at the sentry at the prison gate, got out of the car, and quietly approached the prison from among a patrol of Japanese soldiers.
The atmosphere in the tea room of the warden's office was solemn.
Saburo Miura sat in the main seat, with five celadon teacups neatly arranged on the tea table in front of him. Japanese female corporal Sakurako knelt beside him, holding a tea canister in both hands, carefully adding tea for everyone.
She had a beautiful face, with fair skin that had a faint blush, like cherry blossoms in spring. But her bright almond-shaped eyes were full of tension and awe. She lowered her eyelids and even her breathing was very soft.
A few strands of hair hung down beside her neatly combed hair, swaying slightly with the act of adding tea, making her appear even more gentle and obedient, yet unable to hide the restraint under the aura of someone in a high position.
Saburo Miura was a tall and imposing man. He wore a crisp Japanese military police major general's uniform, with gold embellishments on his shoulder straps and red trim on his collar that stood out under the lights, highlighting his unquestionable high rank.
His face was square, his skin rough, marked by the years and the ravages of war, and his thick, dark eyebrows were slightly upturned, giving him an air of authority and ruthlessness.
His slender pupils were as deep and cold as stars, as if they could see into people's hearts. He sat upright with his hands neatly placed on his knees. Every subtle movement exuded the oppressive aura of a superior.
Yuichi Sato stood beside him, his well-fitting Special Higher Police colonel uniform highlighting his tall and agile figure.
He had a long, narrow face, a slightly yellowish complexion, high cheekbones, and a pair of phoenix eyes that were slightly narrowed, filled with cunning and sinister intent, as if he was always calculating the pros and cons.
His thin lips curled slightly upwards, a faint, cold smile playing on his lips. He stood ramrod straight, arms crossed, exuding an air of confidence and arrogance about his status and abilities.
Ryusuke Otani stood on the other side, his medium build and neatly pressed lieutenant colonel uniform giving him a capable appearance.
However, he was thin, with a pointed chin and a pale face devoid of any color, exuding a cold aura from long hours of indoor intelligence processing.
His sparse, short eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if he were always pondering complex intelligence puzzles. His small eyes were sharp as knives, yet he always kept his head slightly lowered, his hands folded in front of him. He appeared humble, but in reality, he hid a bit of arrogance, clearly having already made up his mind about this trial.
Miyamoto Ichiro stood respectfully to the side of Sato Yu, near the door.
Since Saburo Miura didn't offer them seats, everyone tactfully stood with them, not daring to even breathe loudly.
It wasn't until Saburo Miura picked up his teacup, took a sip, and gently waved his hand that everyone knelt down on the cushions beside the tea table.
"Bring it up." Saburo Miura put down his teacup, his voice steady.
Upon seeing this, Sakura immediately stepped forward and attentively refilled his teacup.
A moment later, Shen Qing was brought in by two Japanese privates. His hands were handcuffed, and his coarse cloth shirt was even dirtier and more disheveled than when he was in the warehouse, stained with dust and a little blood.
Saburo Miura frowned and gave Ichiro Miyamoto a disapproving look: "Hmm, we must show due respect to our guests. Go and tidy up Mr. Shen."
"Yes, General!" Miyamoto Ichiro quickly replied, waving to the privates escorting Shen Qing.
Two privates bowed and said "Hi," then pulled Shen Qing around and left.
During the wait, the tea room was quiet except for the faint clinking of porcelain as Sakura added tea.
Miyamoto Ichiro hung his head, but his mind was in turmoil.
He knew that Saburo Miura was subtly criticizing him.
He was indeed hasty in this operation. Just because the words "red bean" appeared in the intelligence, he immediately sealed off the dock and made the arrest prematurely, which may have alerted the enemy.
The name "Red Bean Squad" has been like a thorn in Ichiro Miyamoto's heart for almost a year.
Since this small team was stationed in Shanghai last year, it has become his nightmare.
He was not afraid of the Kuomintang's secret police or the Communist Party's underground organizations. No matter how stubborn they were, he was confident that he could plant spies and moles. In the past two years, he had indeed used this method to crack down on many underground liaison points and destroy many action teams.
But when facing the Red Bean Squad, he suffered repeated setbacks: the undercover agents he sent either disappeared without a trace or were found dead in the streets; prisoners in the prison were rescued from nowhere several times; and the intelligence agents and special agents he was tracking disappeared one after another, leaving no clues at all.
Recently, the Red Bean Squad has been making more and more frequent moves, and Special Higher Police intelligence has been leaked repeatedly, causing several carefully planned operations to fall through.
If he fails to capture the core members of the Red Bean Squad and obtain their intelligence, he will not only be ordered to return to the mainland, but it is also uncertain whether he will be able to get a sinecure. He may even have to commit seppuku to atone for his sins and apologize to the Emperor with his death.
That's why he was so anxious when he saw the information related to "Red Bean," fearing that he would miss the opportunity to capture the Red Bean Squad.