Chapter 93: Stimulant? No Need!
After reporting at the police station, Cao Weida went straight to the outside of Ono Shiota’s office.
There were guards at the door, but Cao Weida was already very familiar with them, so no one stopped him; instead, they gave him polite smiles.
After knocking and entering, Cao Weida immediately admitted his mistake: “Ono-kun, last night a group of resistance elements launched an exterminate traitors action. Regrettably, Fu Decheng loyally served the Emperor to the end!”
Ono Shiota chuckled lightly: “Mr. Fu Decheng sacrificed himself for the great goal of the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere; he died a worthy death.”
“Ono-kun is right, but after all, it was the patrol team’s mistake, so Captain Wu of the defense zone wants to invite you for a casual meal and apologize to you in person.”
A sum of money was about to come in soon, so Ono Shiota was in a very good mood and said with a grin: “Yōshi, Captain Wu is at fault, but given his sincere attitude, I’ll let him off this time. Cao Sang, you pick the place.”
In just a few words, the nature of Fu Decheng’s death was determined, and he was directly wiped out root and stem.
This is the allure of power!
Fu Decheng had done quite well; the title of Four Hegemons said it all.
His businesses spanned the Outer Second District, with two or three hundred brothers under him—he truly had money when he needed it and manpower when he needed it.
But so what?
No matter how much money you have, in the face of power, you’re just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered!
Whenever they feel like devouring you clean, they will devour you clean.
“Ono-kun, Fu Decheng’s house is already looking for buyers, but since there was a fatality—and not just one—it might not be easy to sell in the short term.”
“No rush on that, Cao Sang. I was just about to tell you—didn’t I mention a batch of supplies earlier? They’re ready; here’s the list.”
Taking the list, Cao Weida glanced over it roughly; the quantity was indeed incomparable to before, but he hadn’t paid too much attention anyway.
But his next words scared Cao Weida plenty.
“It’s a pity; the Navy controls all sales channels for marching music, like protective mother dogs.”
“Ono-kun, did you just say marching music?!”
“Yes, Cao Sang, marching music! It’s one of our Empire’s great inventions!” Ono Shiota said proudly with a pious expression:
“The soldiers of the Great Japanese Empire fight bravely and fearlessly; the Chinese Army always meets defeat against our Imperial Army, and marching music plays an irreplaceable role in that!”
“As long as you take marching music, it can turn a cowardly weakling into a valiant warrior with iron bones! It can also keep a warrior mentally excited for three days and nights without sleep!”
“Marching music is the item most strictly controlled by the Empire; if I can get a batch, it will definitely sell for a high price!”
No need at all!!
Hearing these words, Cao Weida’s mouth twitched wildly, and in his heart, he nearly cursed the other man’s ancestors for eighteen generations.
What damn great invention; it’s utter nonsense!
Perhaps many people don’t know what marching music is, but if you change the name, basically no one wouldn’t know—ice drug!!
That’s right, ice drug!
Chemical name, amphetamine! Also known as stimulant!
Why were the little devils in World War II so frenzied like they’d been injected with chicken blood?
Because they really had been injected with chicken blood!!
Anyone who uses stimulant becomes fearless and full of vigor!
You really think the little devils aren’t afraid of death?
Bullshit!
Even the person least afraid of death will fear and retreat in the face of survival instinct!
But whenever the little devils engage in large-scale combat, that ferocity is truly frightening!
Actually, many people don’t know that the renowned stimulant was invented by the little devils!
And during World War II, they unscrupulously administered it to soldiers!
Its use spanned all branches of the military!
In many World War II movies and TV series, those Japanese Army pilots, when outnumbered or knowing they were outmatched, charge fearlessly and recklessly toward mutual destruction with the enemy—do you really think it’s some bullshit Bushido spirit?
That’s because every pilot was injected with stimulant before takeoff!
Actually, many Japanese people don’t know about stimulant; it was distributed to the army under other names.
For example, marching music, cat-eye pills, assault pills, Philopon, or even handed out to soldiers in the form of chocolate.
Actually, not only did the little devils frantically use stimulant; Germany did the same!
This is also the main reason why the German Army fought so bravely and fearlessly, and why it was so difficult for China to fight the little devils during the World War II era.
One side has no fear, only excitement; the other knows fear, plus the gap in equipment and lack of training—not losing would be the real miracle!
At this point, the War of Resistance was nearing its end, and the Japanese Army, knowing their prospects were bleak, became even more frenzied, resorting to every conceivable means.
With greater doses of stimulant and frenzied deployment of special bullets, the Japanese Army was completely disregarding consequences in their final madness.
“Ahem, Ono-kun, no need to regret; even if you brought it, I wouldn’t have a place to sell it!” Cao Weida waved his hands hurriedly and said with a bitter smile:
“The Chinese Army strictly controls such items; if I dared sell them these, they might confiscate the goods, and not only would I make no money, but I’d suffer losses.”
During the World War II era, although the Chinese Army suffered greatly from stimulant, they were also well aware of its severe harm to soldiers’ bodies and combat effectiveness!
As well as the sinister intent of the Japanese Army to weaken the resistance will of China’s military and civilians through drugs!
He dared to assert that if he smuggled these things to the Communist Party, no matter how many contributions he had made to China now, after liberation, he would face the harshest reckoning!
Ono Shiota nodded regretfully. “That’s truly a pity; the profit from marching music is very high.”
High my ass, you twisted bastard!
Damn Ono Shiota, you’re truly malicious!
“Yeah, truly a pity, Ono-kun. About acquiring that batch of supplies…” Cao Weida quickly changed the subject.
“Haha, it’s already done; all the supplies are in Warehouse 16 in the FT zone.” Ono Shiota was exhilarated; selling this batch would bring him sky-high wealth!
Cao Weida smiled slyly. “Then Sang Liuji and Goto Kenji…”
“Yōshi, after we sell this batch of supplies, they will pay the price for betraying the Empire’s interests!”
The two men exchanged a glance and couldn’t help laughing heartily.
After leaving Ono Shiota’s office, the smile vanished from Cao Weida’s face instantly.
He glanced back, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
Sure enough, hardly any little devils are good.
Hmph, revel all you want now; when you are defeated in war, it’ll be time for me to deal with you!
After exchanging cheerful greetings with the guards, Cao Weida deliberately coughed twice as he passed the cipher room.
Zheng Chaoyang, who was sorting documents, looked up; the two men exchanged a glance, then he continued working with his head down.
A few minutes later, he got up and walked out.
“What do you need.”
“Go to Yipin Tea House after work.” After dropping the words, he walked straight out.
Noon, Yipin Tea House private room.
“What’s so urgent? Right, let me ask: there were gunshots east of the city last night—what was that about? Was it some Japanese action?”
Cao Weida shook his head. “No, Western Hegemon was killed.”
“What? Western Hegemon is dead?! Who did it, Military Statistics Bureau? Central Statistics Bureau?” Zheng Chaoyang was shocked; information spread slowly in this era, and he didn’t know about it.
“No, it was infighting among their own people.” Cao Weida shook his head and said, “Anyway, these irrelevant things aren’t worth our time.”
“I have two things this time. First, the matter of collecting supplies I mentioned last time is done; next is to start selling this batch of supplies.”
“The volume this time is huge, about four hundred thousand silver dollars; how’s your money preparation?”
Zheng Chaoyang was overjoyed. “Collected so quickly?! Great! Don’t worry, we’ve prepared the money during this time and can trade anytime!”
“Is the transaction process the same as the last two times? Where’s the location, and when?”
“That’s the second thing I want to tell you.” Cao Weida narrowed his eyes and asked:
“With the traitor incident last time, your intelligence agency in Beiping must have suffered heavy losses, right?”
Zheng Chaoyang nodded bitterly. Far from just heavy losses—they had keenly detected an internal traitor and dealt with it promptly, avoiding more casualties, but no one could guarantee there wasn’t a second one.
Thus, all comrades who participated in the screening last time were transferred away, awaiting further screening.
As a result, the intelligence organization in Beiping was almost paralyzed.
Even though the organization had sent a second batch of Underground Party comrades, reorganizing in the short term was impossible.
Rebuilding an intelligence organization isn’t just talk; it involves too many aspects.
Whenever an intelligence organization in a place collapses, rebuilding it often requires enormous costs, with very low success rates and a long time.
He asked curiously: “You said the second thing is this—what do you mean?”
Cao Weida said straightforwardly: “I’ve opened a general store near Chaoyang Gate and need some manpower to work there. If you have trustworthy people, they can come work for me.”
“Goods passing through my hands will basically be shipped out from there; the shop is right at the city gate, very convenient for entry and exit.”
“Plus, I know the city gate guards, and the shop is backed by the entire Japanese top brass—no one dares to inspect it.”
“If you want to transport supplies or intelligence in the future, you can hide them in there too.”
Then, Cao Weida outlined the general action plan with Ono Shiota, and Zheng Chaoyang’s eyes widened more and more.
