10. Unexpected Mission

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Zhou Hongyi thought to himself, "Here they come." The commotion he caused this morning was no small matter; number 76 had taken a heavy loss and was bound to make a big scene.

After Director Feng gave his orders, the team leaders all turned their attention to Zhou Hongyi. They hadn’t expected such a young man, who had only arrived a few days ago, to rocket up to a position equal to that of the deputy director. It was truly infuriating to compare oneself to him.

But on second thought, they relaxed. After all, Zhou Hongyi’s background was well known—he was the brother-in-law of Director Ding, a top graduate of West Point, highly praised by Colonel Shimazu, and even the general paid close attention to him. Perhaps in the future, he might even enter the Special High Department. Being the leader of an action squad was not so surprising after all.

Amidst Feng Jinxiong’s repeated roars, the police officers finally donned their hats, took up their batons and gear, and each group received a wanted poster. They noisily set off.

When Zhou Hongyi received his wanted poster, he glanced at it and nearly burst out laughing. More than half the face on the poster was obscured by a hat, glasses, a beard, and a trench coat. If someone could catch the culprit based on that appearance, he would gladly perform a handstand while eating noodles.

Still, appearances had to be maintained. Before his special operations team was officially established, Zhou Hongyi was still under Captain Xu Guodong’s command, so he accompanied Captain Xu's team to search near Guanyin Hall.

Once outside the police station, most of the officers mounted bicycles, some faster ones grabbed motorcycles, but no one dared to drive cars without the director’s orders. They all set off in a swarm.

Zhou Hongyi declined an offer to ride another team’s motorcycle and instead mounted a bicycle, following at a moderate distance behind Xu Guodong’s group, heading toward Guanyin Hall.

Barely out of the station and not far along, he nearly collided with a rickshaw that suddenly appeared from a side alley.

Zhou Hongyi was about to curse when the rickshaw puller quietly said, "Grandfather is the father of father."

Hmm? Already made contact? This morning he had helped a contact point’s liaison officer escape, and by afternoon they were seeking him out. The efficiency of the underground Red Party operatives was impressive.

"What’s the situation?" Zhou Hongyi asked, pedaling alongside the rickshaw puller.

"Comrade Four-Faced Buddha, Comrade Bodhi has already relayed the information back. Rest assured. Also, in the rush, there’s one thing he didn’t have time to tell you, so I’m passing it on."

"Speak."

"During the Japanese army’s major sweep, one comrade sacrificed, but their family member remains trapped in the tunnels. We just got this news. She was shot and is in critical condition. She must be quickly moved to a safe place to recover."

"A family member trapped during the Japanese sweep? Understood. Where exactly?"

"There is a secret passage beneath the statue in the Temple of the Earth God in Guanyin Hall town. She’s trapped there."

"Got it. I’ll handle this. I’m already heading near Guanyin Hall."

Zhou Hongyi acknowledged and sped up, while the rickshaw puller turned right at the intersection, and they parted ways.

Their search area was indeed around Guanyin Hall, so this was an opportunity to rescue the comrade’s surviving family member. He happened to be carrying a box of aspirin, but since he was not a doctor and the family member could not be openly taken to a hospital, they needed to find a safe house to care for her.

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In April 1940, Lieutenant General Sawada Shigeru, commander of the Japanese 13th Army stationed in Shanghai, and Brigadier General Maeda, head of the Japanese secret service there, commanded over 4,000 Japanese and puppet troops to encircle the Qingdong Anti-Japanese guerrilla base centered around Guanyin Hall town from both land and water routes.

Forewarned, the guerrillas dispersed and relocated under the pressure of superior enemy forces.

However, after their encirclement failed, the Japanese army unleashed their fury on innocent villagers.

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Though two months had passed since the massacre, the survivors still lived with a lifelong shadow of terror and sorrow.

Having arrived at his destination, Zhou Hongyi stood beside the ruins of a building not yet fully collapsed, unable to believe what he saw.

The catastrophe two months prior had sharply reduced the population of Guanyin Hall and its surroundings. The once bustling village had become eerily silent. Many houses and buildings were destroyed, crops reduced to ashes, and survivors homeless, forced to build makeshift shelters among the rubble or risk living in half-collapsed, dangerous houses.

Every surviving villager had lost loved ones in the disaster, and the region was suffused with a palpable atmosphere of oppression and grief.

Several ragged villagers searched the ruins for food, faces numb with despair, only showing flickers of fear when Zhou Hongyi and the police approached.

"Damn little devils... damn your grandmother...!"

Though he had played many roles in anti-Japanese dramas before, the feeling of witnessing this devastation firsthand was incomparable.

Zhou Hongyi’s teeth chattered with rage, his hands gripping so hard that his knuckles turned white and veins bulged.

The police who arrived first began searching the ruins for so-called “guerrillas,” while in reality they scavenged for anything of value.

Zhou Hongyi’s team was no exception. They ransacked the refugees’ shanties, taking whatever little personal belongings remained.

"Please, please~~ That’s the only thing I’ve found to eat today, please don’t take it~~ Please~~"

At that moment, a tall police officer with a crooked hat emerged from a nearby shack, holding a steaming package of food.

An elderly woman around sixty clung to his clothes, eyes red, begging.

"Get lost, will you? This delicious roast meat is something I rarely get to eat. Who are you to eat better than me, an old lady? Get lost!"

The tall officer guarded the steaming roast meat and roughly shoved the woman to the ground.

"Give it back to her..."

"Huh? What did you say? Who are you?"

"I said... give it, back, to her—!"

Zhou Hongyi barked fiercely, quickly stepping forward and kicking the tall officer down.

"You beast! You even steal rat meat from refugees? Why don't you just go die!? Apologize! Apologize!"

He kicked and cursed while the large officer, though big, was clearly not brave and begged for mercy.

"Don’t... don’t hit me, sir~~~ I know I was wrong~~ I’m sorry~~~ Please don’t hit me~~~ Sorry, ma’am!"

After tiring himself out, Zhou Hongyi panted, silently handing the rat meat back to the woman.

"Thank... thank you..."

The woman hugged the meager food gratefully and retreated back into her shelter.

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Zhou Hongyi looked at the other officers watching him and shouted impatiently, "What the hell are you all staring at? Don’t forget why we’re here!"

Given Zhou Hongyi’s special status, the Second Precinct officers naturally avoided provoking him. Officers from other precincts, seeing this, quietly realized he must have powerful backing and didn’t dare to speak up, only grumbling silently about his attitude.

Seeing the large officer curled up on the ground, Zhou Hongyi extended a hand.

"You alright? Get up. Don’t blame me for hitting you. It was dangerous just now. Don’t forget, we’re here to find guerrillas. What if that woman was a guerrilla in disguise? What looked like me beating you was actually me saving you."

"Ah... is... is that so? Th-thank you, sir. I won’t dare again..."

Zhou Hongyi stared at the seemingly dim-witted officer, surprised he believed such an unconvincing lie.

"Which precinct are you from?" Zhou Hongyi asked.

"F-First Precinct. My name’s Fusheng. Sir, can I leave now?"

Knowing he had lost his composure by hitting someone, but seeing the officer’s slow wits, Zhou Hongyi had an idea.

"Fusheng, I’m Zhou Hongyi, leader of the Special Operations Team of the Second Precinct. Just follow me on the search. Otherwise, if danger comes, you won’t even know."

"T-Team leader? O-okay, sir!"

The big officer hurriedly saluted, tightened his belt, and proudly followed Zhou Hongyi to begin the search.

Following the direction, Zhou Hongyi soon saw two officers holding batons preparing to enter a Temple of the Earth God, badly burned and half-destroyed by fire.

His heart tightened. He stepped ahead and shouted, "This area is under the Second Precinct’s responsibility. Everyone else back off!"

The two officers halted, then defiantly retorted, "Who do you think you are? Who should back off? What’s wrong with the Second Precinct? You and we’re at the same level. You’re just putting on airs."

Zhou Hongyi said, "I just told you to back off. If you don’t, I’m damn well going to hit you!"

"You...!"

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