thefictionvixens Chapter 1 Deeds
Chapter 1 Deeds
Late autumn of 1938, the Japanese Concession in Shanghai.
In the alley of Baifu Road, the lights of "Shimosaka Izakaya" were on, and conversations and intermittent shamisen sounds could be heard from inside.
Colonel Nobuhiko Takahashi had drunk too much.
He loosened his collar, his hair was a little disheveled, and he was saying goodbye to his colleagues.
"Autumn in China is just too cold," he mumbled, pushing open the sliding door.
A cold wind swept over me.
His car stopped a few steps away, and the driver opened the car door.
He stepped toward the car door.
Snapped!
The gunshot was crisp.
Takahashi felt a sharp blow to his side, and warm liquid gushed out.
As he fell backward, a dark figure swept past him, reached into the inside pocket of his uniform, and pulled out a file folder.
The shadowy figure turned and ran.
"Enemy attack!" Two officers at the door drew their pistols and fired.
The dark figure was shot in the left shoulder, and his body froze.
He turned around and fired two shots with his Browning, forcing the pursuers back inside the door.
The whistle had already sounded from the street corner.
The sound of leather boots drew closer, and the beams of searchlight swept across the alleyway.
The shadowy figure clutched his shoulder, the document clenched in his hand.
He leaped over the debris, pushed off the wall and climbed over the low wall, and almost fell over due to the pain when he landed.
Breathing is becoming increasingly painful.
The pursuers closed in from multiple directions, accompanied by the barking of dogs.
The beam of light nearly shone on him time and time again.
He darted into a dead end and leaned against a brick wall, panting.
The outside has been sealed off.
He tore open the document bag and quickly flipped through it in the dim light.
His gaze swept over the number, the map, and the date.
He closed his eyes, his lips moving silently as he memorized the key information.
The sound of leather boots was close at the alley entrance.
He threw the documents and the empty gun deep into the coal pile with all his might.
Then, take a step toward the alleyway illuminated by the lights.
"Over there!"
Gunfire erupted in rapid succession.
Bullets struck the walls around him, sending debris flying.
He stood tall, facing the beam of light and the muzzle of a gun.
The last bullet struck his chest.
He fell forward and crashed heavily to the ground.
Blood seeped into the soil.
Military police surrounded him and nudged the unresponsive body with their guns.
A sergeant found a bloodstained document bag and a pistol in a coal pile.
The top-secret red markings on the document bag are still clearly visible.
Takahashi was taken to the hospital.
The alleyway fell silent again, save for the footsteps and whispers of the Japanese soldiers.
The sergeant picked up the document and was to send it to his superiors.
The pool of blood on the ground gleamed faintly in my peripheral vision.
The night was still long, and it was late autumn in Shanghai, with a heavy chill in the air.