"My name is Muyang, I don't know if you've heard of it." Muyang whispered in Tōjō Hideki's ear.

  Tōjō Hideki was stunned on the spot. "Moyang" sounded fundamentally not like a Japanese name, and the thought flashed through his mind as he blurted out: "You're Chinese."

  "Yes, I am Chinese." Muyang looked at Tōjō Hideki with a serious expression.

  Tōjō Hideki resents the person in front of him for killing his son, making an old man send off a young man. However, Mù Yáng hates Tōjō Hideki even more, this devil who has led tens of millions of Chinese people to be deeply trapped in war, displaced and homeless, separated from their loved ones. Mù Yáng absolutely has reason to hate him thousands and tens of thousands of times more.

  Tōjō Hideki sat there blankly, and suddenly thought of something that he hadn't been concerned about, just a piece of gossip he had heard at the time. General Nakamura Kōtarō was assassinated in Shanghai by someone named Mò Yáng, could it be this person in front of him? But he couldn't figure out how he had managed to sneak into the Prime Minister's residence and become one of Matsumoto Jōjiro's people.

  "You're the one who killed Nakamura Kōtarō." Tōjō Hideki asked incredulously.

  Muyang smiled softly and said, "It's truly rare, Mr. Toujo has actually heard of my name."

  "I heard you like to leave your name when you kill someone, why are you being so secretive this time?" asked Tōjō Hideki curiously.

  Tōjō Hideki's words made Mu Yang pause, he really didn't think that at this time, Tōjō Hideki still had the leisure to care about this matter. Then he whispered in Tōjō Hideki's ear: "You Japanese people are too lacking in taste, can't catch me and take it out on Chinese civilians, I'm not stupid enough to kill the Emperor and Prime Minister of Japan and leave my name everywhere, besides, being able to leave a name in the heart of you, this Japanese Marshal and former Prime Minister, is already very satisfying for me."

  "You've told me so much, it seems you're not going to let me off the hook." Tōjō Hideki had already realized that today he would likely meet his end. He had originally thought that as an important figure of the Empire, he would certainly be put on trial, and at that time, he could mobilize the army and some ministers to overthrow Koiso Kuniaki's absurd actions. Now it seemed that Koiso Kuniaki - no, Miao was not going to give him this opportunity.

  "Do you think I'd be foolish enough to let you stay, Tōjō Hideki? Say goodbye to this world." As he spoke, Muyang pulled out a handgun and pressed it against Tōjō's heart, saying in a low voice, "In the future, you once tried to kill yourself by shooting your own heart, but you were saved. I wonder if you'll have any chance of surviving today."

  In Tōjō's stunned expression, Muyang directly fired the gun, "Bang, bang, bang." Three gunshots rang out in the office.

  Tojo Hideki's body leaned forward, then suddenly leaned back and his head drooped down, his body lost strength, slowly slid to one side, and fell to the ground with a thud.

  This Japanese politician, known as the "Eastern Bismarck", Tōjō Hideki, was shot to death by the gun of Shōgun with his hands tied behind his back.

  Moyou walked to the office door, opened it, and saw his secretary and Nakamura Masao standing outside, along with a group of Japanese soldiers. Moyou said: "Prime Minister Tojo Hideki has committed suicide in fear of punishment, take him away! Mr. Nakamura, come in and let's talk about something."

  Watching the soldiers carry away Tōjō Hideki, who was still bound by his hands, Mù Yáng couldn't help but think that saying Tōjō Hideki died of guilt and shame might be a bit too shameless. However, none of his subordinates or soldiers showed any unusual expressions on their faces.

  The office was cleaned up, and Mio and Nakamura Masao sat together. Mio's face changed to a warm smile as he said to Nakamura: "Nakamura-kun, you've really worked hard."

  "It's not hard work, it's a fortunate thing for the subordinate to do things for the Prime Minister. Mr. Prime Minister, what do you think about Sugiyama Gen, Matsuura Hajime, Shimada Tarō and Minami Jirō and those people from the Army Ministry and General Staff?" Nakamura Masao asked.

  "Nakamura, when you've made an enemy of someone, you have to take it all the way. These people are already irreconcilably opposed to us, so we can't let them stay here - we have to kill every last one of them." Muyang's right hand chopped viciously through the air.

  "Are you sure we should do that, Prime Minister? Won't it be a bit too much? How are we going to explain this to the cabinet members and the new Emperor later?" Nakamura Masao still had some reservations.

  "I'll take care of these problems, if there's any responsibility I'll bear it, you don't need to worry. Nakamura-san, you should know that our current situation is not stable, after all the Imperial Army's power is too great, they have control over several million soldiers, and we only managed to seize control of Tokyo by catching them off guard, if the army reacts, we'll be in grave danger. So, Nakamura-san, now is not the time to show mercy, we must kill them all, leave them leaderless, then we can reorganize the Army Ministry and General Staff, that's when we can make our move, at that time, I will propose you as the Minister of the Army."

  Moyang analyzed the pros and cons, Nakamura Masao was frightened for a moment, then delighted with a smile, finally standing up spiritedly, "Prime Minister, I will take care of things tonight, they absolutely won't see tomorrow's sunrise."

  Sugiyama Motoo and Umezu Minoru were confined in a place, both with their hands tied behind them and their mouths stuffed with rags. The two men wanted to communicate but couldn't, so they gave up on the unrealistic idea after a while and just stared at each other.

  The door was opened from the outside, and Nakamura Masao walked in. Seeing the two men's appearance, Nakamura felt a bit amused and relieved. What about the Imperial Marshal? What about the Army Minister? Now they were still his subordinates.

  "I know the two of you may have many questions, but I don't intend to tell you. You are about to be executed, so there's no need to listen either. I just want to tell you one thing: you killed the Emperor, and now it's only fitting that you pay for your crime."

  Nakamura Masao finished speaking and waved his hand loudly, shouting: "Come on, send the two marshals back to the bosom of the great god."

  "Mmm mmm mmm, mmm mmm mmm." Sugiyama Moto and Umezawa Yoshijirō struggled desperately to say something, but were dragged out directly by the rushing soldiers.

  Bang, bang, two shots rang out, and the Minister of War and Chief of General Staff of the Japanese Empire were killed in this unclear and unjust manner.

  Nakamura Masao had already suspected that the Emperor's assassination was impossible with so many people involved, but this was an opportunity, a chance for him to rise to power. Opportunities are fleeting, and since he had stumbled upon it, he had to seize it tightly, even if Sugiyama Gen and Umetsu Mitsuruo hadn't planned a rebellion beforehand, what did it matter?