The majestic building and the 16th Wharf are separated by a road, and their positions are not directly opposite each other. The angle is slightly biased, but it's an excellent shooting angle, at least much wider than the viewing angle.
A small platform has been set up on the dock, and a red carpet has been laid out. Many fresh flowers have also been placed in the middle, it seems that the farewell ceremony is quite grand.
Mo Yang crouched down, took out the Mauser 98K sniper rifle that he had obtained from Yamada Kōsuke from space, found an angle and set it up, then looked out through the 6x telescope, discovering that the situation on the other side was extremely clear.
Mo Yang nodded and then lay there quietly waiting for the moment of assassination.
A convoy of vehicles was heading to the Shanghai dock, with four sedans in front and two trucks loaded with Japanese soldiers following behind. The journey was smooth and unobstructed, moving quickly.
In the car, Lieutenant General Nakamura Kōtarō was resting with his eyes closed.
He is 63 years old this year and has been through a lot in his life.
Entered the Central Military Academy of Japan in September 1897 (Meiji 30), at the age of 15. He served as Commander-in-Chief of the Korean Army, Commander-in-Chief of the China Garrison Army, Commander of the 8th Division, and briefly as Minister of War, before being reassigned as Commander-in-Chief of the Eastern Army.
This time he was recalled, although transferred to the reserve, the Ministry of the Army intended for him to serve as a military councillor. The Military Council is an extremely important department and Japan's highest military advisory body, which can formulate the entire war plan and plan the direction of the war. A general who has been transferred to the reserve, if he can serve as a military councillor, is absolutely a continuation of honor and privilege.
Nakamura Kōtarō was relatively satisfied with this result, and it was also because of this relationship that so many people came to see him off today.
"How much longer until we reach the pier?" Nakamura Koutarou asked with his eyes closed.
"General, just turn at the next intersection and it's not far away. There are about 5 minutes left." The staff secretary sitting in the passenger seat replied.
"Has all the luggage been moved onto the ship?"
"They've all been moved up and arranged properly, placed in the safest place." The secretary replied.
"That batch of goods is extremely valuable, we must send someone to take care of it. When on the ship, we should also arrange for guards to keep watch." Nakamura Koutarou said.
"Yes, everything has been arranged."
Nakamura Kōtarō's luggage was actually the treasures he had collected during his many years of service in China, each one a masterpiece worth thousands. The old devil had used various means to gather them into his own hands, and this time he brought them all back with him, preparing to transport them back home together.
The fleet soon stopped at the dock, and the police line had been arranged far away. At this time, there were only Japanese soldiers on the dock, and a dozen or so high-ranking Japanese military officers in uniform, as well as some Shanghai traitors who relied on the Japanese.
The motorcade came to a stop and the military band began to play with great enthusiasm.
General Nakamura Kōtarō slowly stepped down from the vehicle, waving his hands repeatedly at the crowd of people who came to see him off on both sides, with a warm smile on his face.
People applauded one after another, and their faces were also filled with smiles.
"General, everyone wants you to come on stage and say a couple of words. What do you think?" A major staff officer walked over and said respectfully.
"Is this all right? I don't want to take up too much of everyone's time." Nakamura Koutarou said with a polite bow.
"This is everyone's common will. General, this way please." The major staff officer raised his hand and led Nakamura Kōtarō to the chairman's platform.
It's all a planned project, and it has to be made into an effect of you inviting me to decline politely, how hypocritical.
Standing on the podium, Nakamura Kōtarō smiled and nodded to the crowd below, then spoke into the microphone: "Thank you all for coming to see off this old retiree. I have spent 50 years in the military, from a low-ranking soldier to Imperial General, all thanks to the trust of His Majesty the Emperor."
"In China, I have been fighting for over a decade, from Korea to the Northeast, and then to Xuzhou and Beiping. There are many places where I have fought, and I still have deep feelings for this land. Now, the Empire has occupied all of China, and the Chongqing government is barely holding on, soon to be eliminated by the Imperial army."
"I wish for the Empire to unify China and Asia soon, long live the Emperor, long live the Empire..."
Just as he said that, a blood hole suddenly appeared on Nakamura Kōtarō's chest. Nakamura Kōtarō only felt a pain in his chest, and unknowingly touched his chest, then saw the fresh blood staining his right hand, with the blood flowing out uncontrollably.
"What's going on?" Nakamura Kōtarō found his senses somewhat dull, the audience below had already erupted into screams and boisterous noise. He unconsciously looked around, then fell down unwillingly.
"General Nakamura?"
"Your Excellency?"
The scene was one of utter chaos, with those traitorous officials and gentlemen in Western suits and ties running about frantically, like headless flies crashing into everything.
Takada Kō and a dozen other high-ranking Japanese military officers rushed up, shouting Nakamura Kōtarō's name. They hugged Nakamura Kōtarō's fallen body, shaking him back and forth, trying to revive his life.
"Everyone, stop, all of you stop right there!" A major pulled out his pistol and fired two shots into the air, causing the group of dignitaries to cower down in fear, trembling like sheep.
"Take everyone here back and interrogate them one by one."
"You, take people to search around for any suspicious personnel, as long as there is a slight suspicion, immediately capture."
"Go and bring people to check the location of the sniper. Carefully search those buildings, don't miss a single spot."
"Everyone move out, seal off this area, and search every inch of it. Don't miss any clues."
"Notify the Kempeitai, Army Ministry, Navy Ministry, General Staff and each intelligence agency to cooperate and investigate the perpetrator."
The Japanese organization was still very tight, a string of orders came down, and everyone got moving, starting a city-wide manhunt.
Muyang was very satisfied with the shot he just made, nearly a thousand meters away, and was able to hit Nakamura Kōtarō's chest with one shot, which is absolutely a manifestation of his strength.
Studies have shown that German snipers using the Mauser 98k sniper rifle can guarantee a hit on the head at 300 m, and on the chest at 600 m. The effective range is up to 800 meters, with a maximum range of 1,500 meters.
This shot was absolutely a super long-range sniper shot. Mu Yang felt that this shot had used up all his energy, and although he only fired one shot, he felt tired.
Seeing Nakamura Kōtarō fall, the scene was in chaos. Muyang nodded in satisfaction, then put away the cushion and rifle into his space, tidied up his suit, took out a brush and paint that he had prepared beforehand from his space, and wrote on the white wall to one side in large characters: "Japanese General, evil deeds filled to the brim, shot dead today, sent you on your way. - Muyang." After finishing writing, he put away his things and walked out of the bell tower.
As for the unconscious security captain, let him sleep well here, it's estimated that it won't be long before the Japanese find him. As for his subsequent fate, Murong Yang didn't have the heart to care.
Moyang wasn't afraid that he would betray himself, anyway the current appearance is Takashi Gaoqiao, even if the Japanese searched all over Shanghai, they wouldn't be able to find that sentimental Gaoqiao.
