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In the office on the second floor of the Gendarmerie, the air was so heavy that it seemed like water could be squeezed out.

The clock on the wall pointed to three in the morning.

The blinds were tightly closed, cutting off the night outside and cutting off the last vitality of this isolated island.

Yamada sat behind the large desk without turning on the light.

Only the occasional flash of car lights outside the window cast flickering shadows on his face.

His back was soaked with cold sweat, and his shirt clung to his back.

In front of him was a top-secret telegram just sent from Tokyo.

Every word in the telegram was like a knife tempered with poison.

“The frontline supply ship sank, and three thousand tons of strategic supplies were destroyed!

The Materials Section of the Army Secret Service is not doing its job well and is limited to 24 hours to find out the source of the leak!

If it is internal malfeasance, the relevant personnel will be prosecuted under military law and will not be tolerated!"

Engaged in military law.

These four words meant that he, Yamada, and the entire supply class under him were already standing on the guillotine.

Yamada's fingers tapped lightly on the table, making an extremely regular "click, click" sound.

In this dead room, the sound was like the countdown of death.

The supply ship was bombed, this is an established fact.

There is no point in trying to find out who bombed it now.

What the military wants is not the truth, but a "scapegoat" who can immediately calm down the anger and silence Youyou.

He must hand over a "mole".

A low-level, low-level person with no background who would not cause any ripples even if he was shot.

Yamada opened the drawer and took out a personnel file.

In the dim light, the name on the cover of the file was clearly visible - Jiro Sato, Third Class Navigation Staff Officer, Naval Attaché.

Sato Jiro came from a poor background and had no foundation within the navy. He was usually the most disliked person and was a fringe figure who could be stepped on by anyone.

What's even worse is that on the day the supply ship sank, he happened to be in charge of checking the departure list.

"It's just you."

A cruel sneer curled up at the corner of Yamada's mouth.

He picked up the pen and signed his name heavily on a forged report on "malfeasance in duty and the Communist Party".

The ink smeared on the poor-quality paper, like a pool of blood that couldn't be healed.

Pushing this low-level officer to take the blame would not only perfectly cover up the negligence of the senior management of the Materials Division.

It would be logical to pass the blame to the Naval Attaché Office and let Yamada escape unscathed.

But this is not enough.

What the military wants is not only a scapegoat, but also the Secret Service's attitude of "taking responsibility for crimes and meritorious deeds."

The first batch of supplies was gone, and he had to raise a second batch of supplies in the shortest possible time to fill this huge hole.

Yamada picked up the black phone on the table and dialed a number.

"Hello, Director Song? It's me, Yamada.

...Yes, I’m disturbing you late at night....Tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning, I will see the receipt of five thousand pieces of cotton yarn at the gendarmerie.

...Yes, in the name of the Chamber of Commerce, 'voluntarily' donated to the Imperial Army's front line....Very good, Director Song is a smart man."

After hanging up the phone, Yamada leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

A huge net has quietly opened in the darkness.

Chamber of Commerce.

There are no lights on here either.

There was only a floor lamp in the corner, emitting a dim glow.

The layout of the meeting hall reveals a kind of abnormal luxury: Western oil paintings are hung on the walls, but there are blue and white porcelain vases from the Ming Dynasty on the table;

The air is filled with the sweetness of Cuban cigars, but it cannot hide the musty smell unique to old buildings.

This is the truest portrayal of the traitors under this puppet regime - they are bright on the surface but rotten on the inside.

Boss Liu was sitting on the Taishi chair, holding a tea cup tightly in his hand.

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