Xiayuan Xiong's office is located in the middle of the courtyard in the middle of the courtyard. This Xiangxianglou itself is originally the master's study of Shizhenyuan.

Garden scenery.

After moving to Xiong Mi, Xiayuan Xiongi fell in love with it. It feels as if in Jiangnan Garden. If you stay here, you can chant poems and paint.

Of course, at this time, Shimomoto Xiongmi was not in the mood of such a romantic talent. He was thinking about how to find out the enemy's situation after dawn and how to adjust his defense. He kept scratching the map with the pencil in his hand and kept talking.

Keep talking.

Suzuki Toshiyuki was also crawling in front of the map, pointing with his fingers and whispering in response to Shimomoto Kumaya.

At this time, a sentry's command seemed to come from outside the door. Xia Yuanxiong had been in the military for a long time and was extremely vigilant. After hearing the noise, he immediately raised his head and looked towards the door. He knew that the staff officer on duty just now

The report said that there was a burst of gunfire from the square. After investigation, the captain of the 105th Regiment, Colonel Kudo Jintaka, reported that there was a misunderstanding with the special agent team that was out of the city for investigation, and he wanted to come to the headquarters to report the situation in person. Could it be Kudo Jin

Colonel Xiao is here?

The door opened silently, and a tall officer walked in without reporting anything.

Shimomoto Kumiya and Suzuki Toshiyuki both opened their eyes in surprise. This was not Kudo Jintaka, but a stranger they had never seen before.

Shimomoto Kumiya immediately went to open the drawer, where he kept his self-defense pistol. Suzuki Toshiyuki was young and had faster reactions, so he reached out and touched the holster in his waist.

The attacker raised his hand, and it seemed to be a steel nail, and it went straight into Suzuki Toshiyuki's throat. Suzuki Toshiyuki opened his eyes wide in front of Shimomoto Kumiya's face and fell softly to the ground.

Shimomoto Xiongmi retracted his hand reaching for the drawer, sat back on the chair, calmed down, and asked coldly in Chinese: "Young man, who are you, and why are you in my office?"

Xia Yuan Xiong Mi is an old man. He only asked questions in Chinese because he had smelled the breath of death and knew that the person coming must be a legendary Chinese martial arts master, either an assassin or someone sent by the Eighth Route Army. Think of Dong Jiu

There was nothing he didn't understand about the death of King Nianyan of Ergong. So, he directly asked the question in Chinese.

The visitor ignored Yuan Xiongmi at all. Instead, he took off the steel helmet on his head, took off his Japanese military uniform and threw it on the ground, revealing the Eighth Route Army uniform. Then he put his hands behind his back and squinted his eyes.

I looked around the office and saw a row of bookcases against the wall, filled with books and some calligraphy and painting scrolls. I glanced at it briefly, then walked over and opened the cabinet door, took out the calligraphy and paintings from inside and started to appreciate them.

At this time, the visitor's back was turned to Shimomoto Xiongmi, and it was a good time for him to go to the drawer to get the gun. But Shimomoto Xiongmi did not move. He knew that the reason why the visitor was so fearless was that he must have taken out the pistol before he went there.

The certainty of killing him before.

However, being so despised by his opponent, Shimomoto Xiongmi's heart was filled with anger. After swallowing his saliva and holding back his anger, Shimomoto Xiongmi asked again in a deep voice: "Young man, where are you from?"

Holy shit, what are you doing in my office?"
Chapter completed!