Wang Weiyi has already held the key to success firmly in his hands.

However, there is one last thing to do, which will completely prompt the Japanese to make up their minds and to complete this last task sometimes at the cost of human life.

Sacrifice - always an indispensable condition in war.

The only thing Wang Weiyi is worried about is whether this person can withstand such a cruel test when sacrifice finally comes.

The motorcycle drove through the magnificent St. Nicholas Cathedral. The elegant Harbin Railway Station was seen from afar, and on both sides of the road were buildings with more European characteristics. However, Mo Guangzhi was not happy at all, because the buildings on this Feng Shui treasure land were hung with Japanese plaster flags, which made him feel uncomfortable.

When he arrived at the gate of the Kwantung Army Gendarmerie headquarters stationed in Harbin, as Yoshimura Hidezo, who lent his motorcycle to himself, said that this motorcycle was more effective than the police department's ID. When the guard saw that it was a motorcycle of the military police, his face was not so harsh. After checking Mo Guangzhi's ID, he waved his hand and let it go.

Mo Guangzhi did not go to find Hinata Yoshimura first. It was still early anyway, so he fed the motorcycle first. He rode the motorcycle to the logistics building of the military police team and was about to refuel when suddenly a tall officer walked out of the building.

Mo Guangzhi felt a little sad. Although he had never dealt with this person, he had seen the photos. This was the captain of the Japanese military police, Masaichi Shimamoto!

Shimamoto Masaichi also saw Mo Guangzhi. Seeing that the man was wearing a police station uniform but driving a gendarmerie motorcycle, he was suspicious and walked over and asked, "Who are you? Why are you driving a gendarmerie car?"

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Mo Guangzhi stepped forward and saluted, saying, "I am Mo Guangzhi of the Police Department. The deputy captain of Fengjicun was ordered to investigate the case. The motorcycle was transferred by Deputy Captain of Yoshicun for me to handle the case."

Mo Guangzhi thought beautifully, and he thought about reporting Yoshimura's name. How could he know that this was about to hit the hornet's nest!

When Shimamoto heard the name of Hinata Yoshimura, his face suddenly turned pale. Mo Guangzhi also saw something wrong. Just as he was complaining in his heart, he was slapped in the face!

The slap came suddenly and violently, making Mo Guangzhi's head buzzing. Before the pain could come, two lines of blood had already jumped out of his nostrils. Immediately after, the second slap came over again. After a crisp "pop" sound, Shimamoto's curse also echoed in the air: "You dare to pretend to be the name of Deputy Captain Yoshimura. You, the Chinese pig, are so impatient! Come on, take him up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several gendarmes carrying guns and live ammunition ran over when they heard the sound. Mo Guangzhi stood firmly with dizziness. Before he could say a word, he was hit by two heavy guns in his stomach. Now he could no longer hold on and fell to the ground with a plop.

Seeing his subordinates dragging Mo Guangzhi away like a dead dog, a grim smile appeared on Shimamoto Masaichi's face. Of course, he knew what Mo Guangzhi was talking about was the truth, but he had been looking for an opportunity to cure Hinata Yoshimura, how could he miss this opportunity?

It’s good to find the reason if you can’t find an excuse!

Shimamoto Masato muttered to himself with satisfaction and walked quickly towards the office building. As soon as he entered the office, he called the adjutant over: "After a while, Deputy Captain Yoshimura is here, let him come to me."

Mo Guangzhi was beaten again. He was dragged to the door of the detention room by two military policemen. Mo Guangzhi's brain had just woken up, and he was dizzy by several guns. Seeing Mo Guangzhi's head bleeding from the beaten head, the two Japanese military police still felt unsatisfied. After spitting on a few bad breaths of sticky phlegm, they flew up and kicked Mo Guangzhi into the detention room.

With a plop, Mo Guangzhi's body fell to the ground, making his internal organs feel uncomfortable as if they were overturning. He lay on the hard and cold concrete floor and gasped for several minutes before Mo Guangzhi raised his arm and slowly got up.

A straw mattress was laid in the corner of the detention room, covered with blood. It seemed that countless people had lie down. Mo Guangzhi slowly climbed up on it, and as his body warmed up, his brain began to cool down. While smearing his nose bleeding, he thought: There is no doubt that he became Shimamoto Masaichi's punching bag and took the blame for Hikaru Yoshimura. He knew that he would be released soon, and it was very likely that Hikaru Yoshimura would come to release him in person, but what should he do then?

Mo Guangzhi was complaining loudly and shook his head with a wry smile. Although Hinata Yoshimura doesn't look as domineering as other Japanese people, it is still a Japanese devil. Can you expect Yoshimura to say anything for him and avenge him?

Mo Guangzhi was even more humiliated by the idea that arose. Although he was a policeman, he was nothing more than a dog in the eyes of the Japanese. What capital did he have to be cold? Even if he was angry for a moment, what would happen in the future? Unless he stopped being a policeman, there would be another person to rectify himself.

The more Mo Guangzhi thought about it, the more he became more and more aggrieved, and the pain in his body became tossed one after another. And in this heart-wrenching pain, a scene suddenly popped up in his mind. It was the heroic smile before General An died during the Battle of Shanghai.

Mo Guangzhi never understood how could a person have such a bright smile before he died? Now he understood that General An died with a dignified death, not as cowardly as him! If a person can face the little Japanese with his back straight, what is death?

For a moment, Mo Guangzhi felt that all the pain in his body turned into a bold voice. He was almost about to rush to the door of the prison cell and shaking the iron fence and cursing, but as soon as he pulled up his legs, he put them back, and sighed in his heart: "I'm just getting beaten up after being addicted to mouth, and I can't do it! Keep your energy and think about how to harm the Japanese devils is the main business!"

After thinking about it, he sat on the straw mat and racked his brains to figure it out.

There were many things that Mo Guangzhi could not have imagined, and so was Hinata Yoshimura. He never expected that he would be scolded early in the morning.

"As the deputy captain of the Great Japanese Empire's military police force, he actually asked a Chinese pig to assist in the investigation. If this matter spreads, where is the dignity of our Great Japanese soldiers?"

Looking at the furious Masaichi Shimamoto, Yoshimura Hidezo suppressed his anger and defended him: "This Mo Guangzhi is still capable. He solved the incident in the Soviet office a few days ago."

Shimamoto Masaichi snorted heavily, "Blind cats always encounter dead rats, and anyone with a little brain can do that. This time I won't go into it in detail for your sake. You can just take him back later."

Looking at Hizo Yoshimura who wanted to speak but stopped, Shimamoto Masaichi knew that he was dissatisfied, and smiled sinisterly and slowed down his tone and said, "I have already released the Chinese people selling private wine in the northern suburbs, but before you applied for release, three people died in the simulation exercise of the fourth team."

Yoshimura Hidezo thought he had heard it wrong, so he stared at Shimamoto Masaichi and said in a daze: "There are so many anti-Manchu and anti-Japanese elements in prison, why should we use ordinary people?"

Shimamoto's expression was the same as Yoshimura, and he almost laughed out loud: "I'm also going to dig out something from the mouths of those anti-Manchurian anti-Japanese elements. What's the use of these ordinary people? They only deserve to serve as living targets for the soldiers of the empire!"

"But, they are just unarmed ordinary people, at most they are committed some economic crimes!" Yoshimura Hide's face was flushed red, but as soon as she was halfway through her words, Shimamoto was interrupted impatiently.

"Yoshimura, don't forget that this is Manchuria, not Tokyo; you are not the inspector of the Tokyo Police Department, but the deputy captain of the military police! There are no civilians and criminals here, only wars and enemies. If you are kind to these ordinary people, they will pounce in front of you in the future and bite your throat!"

Hinata Yoshimura was speechless and withdrew from Masaichi Shimamoto's office. He breathed deeply. He knew that Shimamoto was taking advantage of the problem and the purpose of teaching Mo Guangzhi a lesson was to give himself a look. He was indeed helpless. Although he was the deputy captain of the military police, the word "deputy" became a world-class code name. But now he can't take care of so many things at the moment. It is important to release Mo Guangzhi first. After all, there are still cases waiting for the Chinese police to solve.

Yoshimura Hidezo was surprised when he walked into the detention room. He thought Mo Guangzhi would yell hysterically at the iron fence, or hang his head dejectedly, but he did not expect that the Chinese policeman was lying motionless on the meadow, as if he had fainted! After closer inspection, he saw that Mo Guangzhi's cheeks were swollen and a large bag was swollen, and his nostrils and corners of his mouth were covered with blood.

He hurriedly took a few steps and shook Mo Guangzhi: "Officer Mo, wake up! Are you okay?"

After screaming for a few times, Mo Guangzhi slowly opened his eyes, looked at Hinata Yoshimura and murmured: "There are military commanders at No. 18, Qingbin Road, Beijiao. I was shot dead by me."

As soon as he said this, Mo Guangzhi's head tilted, and there was no sound!

Yoshimura Hidezo was surprised and happy, shaking Mo Guangzhi repeatedly, but Mo Guangzhi's head swayed left and right, but never opened his eyes again. Seeing that the situation was not good, Yoshimura hurriedly called two military policemen and ordered anxiously: "Hurry to the Manchu Railway Central Hospital!"

When several people were busy, they didn't notice Mo Guangzhi's lips curled. The kid had tightened his lips since that sentence came out, but he kept cursing in his heart: I can't be beaten by you for nothing. I'll tell you this news, but you don't know how this clue came about. I must be so anxious that I scratched my head. When I have enjoyed enough VIP medical services, I will open my eyes to tell you!"
Chapter completed!