N-A-A Chapter 125 Unbridled Thunder
Chapter 125 Unbridled Thunder
"No." Su Ling checked the information and confirmed, "Sakai's ex-wife passed away early, and he had no children with her. Sakai Yutomo is his only son and the only surviving offspring in his bloodline."
"The only one?" Yan Shuo's eyes lit up, and he rubbed his chin, clicking his tongue. "That makes things interesting."
"Captain?" Su Ling asked tentatively, seeing his cryptic expression.
Yan Shuo looked up, his eyes filled with a complex expression, and suddenly asked, "Tell me, am I a bad person? I actually wanted to take advantage of a child."
Su Ling was taken aback, but then realized his intention and quickly said, "The captain is doing this for the sake of the war effort, and there's nothing we can do about it. Sakai is a lieutenant general in the Japanese army, and his fleet has the blood of countless compatriots on its hands. It's understandable to use his weakness to restrain him."
"Hmm." Yan Shuo nodded, suppressing the inexplicable turmoil in his heart, leaned closer to Su Ling, and whispered his plan.
Su Ling's eyes lit up as she listened, and finally a strange expression appeared on her face. She quickly nodded in agreement, turned around, and hurried out the door.
"Song Jia! Huang Bing!" Yan Shuo shouted in a deep voice.
"Yes!" The two men immediately came out from around the corner, bowing and waiting for orders.
After the two entered the office, Yan Shuo said, "Carry out two tasks. First, secretly execute Cai An, dispose of the body cleanly, and leave no trace; second, secretly arrest Ito Kentaro, interrogate him to the death, eradicate the human trafficking network behind him, and silence all those involved."
Yan Shuo's tone was icy, his words sharp and forceful. "Doesn't he like to use drugs to kidnap people? Take more photos, especially of white people, Americans, French people, British people, Soviets, and black people. The more diverse the better. Focus on taking photos of women with outstanding looks. Kill them immediately after taking the photos. Take the photos back and give them to Liu Yan and Wang An to handle."
"Yes!" Song Jia and Huang Bing responded in unison, their eyes sharp and without the slightest hesitation.
Within days, a bloody storm swept through the Shanghai International Settlement, the Chinese-controlled areas, and the surrounding regions.
All forces involved in human trafficking, whether they were underworld gangs, corrupt officials, or spies, were swiftly rounded up and wiped out by Yan Shuo's men.
In the interrogation room, extreme torture was used one after another, and the screams of agony were incessant day and night. In the end, more than 200 kilograms of various nerve-controlling anesthetics were seized, and more than 400 women were rescued from the clutches of the evildoers. Eighty percent of them were Chinese, and many of them had already been humiliated, with empty eyes and covered in scars.
These women were placed in a temporary stronghold, where they huddled together to pass on messages, piecing together an even more shocking truth: some of them had already been transferred to brothels and Japanese geisha houses controlled by the Green Gang, or even directly to the beds of Japanese agents, gang leaders, and high-ranking officials of the puppet government, becoming playthings.
When Yan Shuo received the report, he gripped the intelligence so tightly he almost crushed the pages, a chill running through his eyes. He immediately ordered, "Zhang Duan, Liu Kuai, and Cao Shuangmin, lead the teams. All Japanese spies and gangsters involved must be wiped out, leaving no one alive."
The moment the order was issued, the Chinese-controlled area and the foreign concessions instantly turned into a battlefield.
There were no unnecessary confrontations, no tedious purges, only straightforward killings. Every back-end stronghold linked to the flesh trade became a bloody end.
Cao Shuangmin's actions were the most swift and ruthless.
He carried a grenade and lay in ambush outside the mansion of a minor gang leader, while the observer on the opposite high-rise was already in position.
When the white shirt indicating the target was in the yard was hung on the wall, Cao Shuangmin did not hesitate to take out two grenades, pull the pins, and, using the base of the wall as cover, flicked his wrist to accurately throw the grenades into the yard. He then turned around and quickly disappeared into the shadows at the end of the alley.
Just seconds later, two loud explosions rang out, flames shot into the sky, and debris and blood and flesh flew everywhere. The once magnificent mansion was reduced to ashes, and amidst the mess, there were hardly any intact corpses. The stench of blood permeated several streets and alleys.
Similar massacres unfolded throughout the city: some used explosives to flatten gang headquarters, some laid booby traps at the entrances of strongholds frequented by Japanese spies, and some sneaked into houses at night, only to wipe out entire families in a flash.
All those who were involved in human trafficking and forced prostitution have paid the price in this thunderous purge.
Yoshida, an assistant in the General Affairs Section of the Special Higher Police, dragged his tired body to his usual izakaya after finishing a long day's work.
Recently, two fresh-faced Chinese women were sent to his home. They were fair-skinned and beautiful, with skin so soft it looked like it could be squeezed for water. They made him party every night, and he felt a little unsteady on his feet. All he wanted to do was drink a few cups of sake to perk himself up before going back to his pleasure-seeking home.
As soon as I stepped into the izakaya, several familiar Japanese agents and gang leaders surrounded me, exchanging winks and making lewd jokes, showing off their "newly acquired beauties," with vulgar language spreading freely in the private room.
They were completely unaware that the waiter who brought the food and drinks was dressed in a kimono. After putting down the tray, he bowed and quietly left the private room, gently closing the Japanese sliding door behind him.
The waiter quickly walked to both ends of the aisle, hung up the "Full" signs, then took out a timed explosive from a hidden spot in the building, placed it at the door of the private room, set a 30-second countdown, and swiftly left the izakaya.
As the waiter passed by the kitchen, he glanced inside and saw that it was already filled with crooked and twisted corpses. The cooks and helpers, regardless of gender, were all lifeless.
At the same time, three team members carried out two Chinese women and one white woman from the backyard; all of them had been drugged and controlled.
The team members blindfolded them with black cloths, quickly carried them into the car, and the car disappeared into the night after starting.
The waiter hid around the corner about thirty meters away, head bowed, silently counting down: "4...3...2...1..."
"Boom—!"
The deafening explosion engulfed the entire izakaya in flames, sending bricks and tiles flying and walls collapsing. The eight people in the private room, along with the entire building, were reduced to dust, their remains likely unrecognizable.
More than ten such explosions occurred in various parts of Shanghai, turning izakayas, private residences, and gang strongholds into ruins amidst the roar of grenades and explosives.
Inside the makeshift command post, a young team member, gazing at the faint firelight outside the window, finally couldn't contain himself any longer. He walked up behind Yan Shuo and whispered, "Captain, why aren't we using guns? Grenades and explosives are too noisy... I'm afraid the Japanese agents will be driven mad and retaliate against the civilians."
Yan Shuo didn't turn around, his posture as straight as a pine tree. Hearing this, he slowly turned around, his face expressionless, his sharp gaze fixed on the team member: "What? Not satisfied with the grenades?"
The team member's heart tightened, and he quickly shook his head: "No, it's just that... it's too conspicuous, what if it causes panic..."
"Am I not worried?" Yan Shuo raised his hand and gently patted the team member's cheek. The force was light but carried a sense of pressure. His tone suddenly became more serious. "If I'm worried, will they not retaliate? If we shoot them, will they swallow their anger and stop taking it out on ordinary people?"
The team member paused, then nodded instinctively: "Retaliation...they will definitely retaliate."