What happened in Warehouse No. 2 miraculously did not leak out.
It was announced to the public that the gendarmerie and intelligence agencies had joined forces to eliminate a rioter's hideout in one fell swoop and successfully destroyed their attempt to destroy the dock.
However, during this operation, a forklift driver from Japan, Somori, unfortunately died in the hands of the rioters.
This is the empire's loss.
The remaining?
there is none left.
When the gendarmerie and intelligence agencies work together, it's always very easy to hide something.
At this time, the inspection work at Pier 1 was coming to an end.
The workload is huge.
But with the efforts of Meng Shaoyuan and Eguchi Kazuhiro, they still completed the job very well.
All verification results were promptly reported to Yoshitaro Yamada and brought back to the country by him.
Immediately, all warehouses at Pier 1 were sealed.
No one is allowed to open the warehouse before shipment.
This is also to ensure the safety of supplies.
Then, there is Pier 2.
According to the current progress, if we want to inspect all fifteen terminals, the vast amount of work is simply despairing.
Eguchi and Hong even felt that they wouldn't have to do anything in the future and could just stay at the dock.
Fortunately, "Shibu Taniguchi" is with me.
The inspection at Pier 2 is nothing more than repeating the previous work.
"I'm afraid that by the end of the war we won't be able to finish the work here."
Looking at the mountains of supplies and the warehouses waiting for him to inspect, Eguchi and Hong couldn't help but sigh.
"This is our duty, what can we do?" Meng Shaoyuan also sighed: "I hope the empire can win the war quickly, so that someone can take over the heavy work from us."
Yeah, win the war.
But it seems so slim.
The iron door of the warehouse was slowly opened.
"Let's get started, Taniguchi-kun."
"let's start."
The two people looked at each other with some bitterness in their expressions.
…
Xiaozhong threw away his cigarette and walked into a hotel that looked very old and dilapidated.
He handed over his "resident certificate".
In China, this kind of document also has a name:
Good Citizen Certificate.
All Filipinos must register.
Otherwise, it will be difficult to move forward in the entire Philippines.
The boss carefully checked the residence card, registered it, and threw a key to Xiao Zhong.
When I came to the room on the second floor, as soon as I opened it, an unpleasant smell hit my nose.
Xiao Zhong didn't care at all.
He put the simple luggage he had brought with him on the ground and checked the room carefully.
It's very simple, except for a bed, a stool, and a rickety table, there is nothing else.
Not even a thermos bottle.
If you are in a hurry, you can only go to the public toilet on the first floor.
But this kind of hotel is already the best choice for people who come to Manila with little money in their pockets and need accommodation.
What is particularly commendable is that the hotel can still stand amid such frequent and violent bombings by the Allied forces, which is already a miracle in itself.
There were no windows, and even if I turned on the light, it wouldn't come on.
A half-candle stood on the table, the only means of illumination.
And it is this kind of hotel that will be my destination for some time in the future.
"Bang bang bang", someone knocked on the door.
"Who?" Xiaozhong asked alertly.
"I."
Outside, a strange woman's accent came.
Xiao Zhong opened the door.
She was a dark and thin local woman. When she saw Xiao Zhong, she timidly asked:
"Sir, do you need a massage?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhong knew what the other party did and immediately shook his head.
However, this woman still refused to give up: "Please, my skills are very good, I only need a little money."
Xiaozhong has stayed in the Philippines for a long time, so he naturally knows the things here very well.
There are gangs everywhere, and Manila is no exception.
These gangs helped the Spaniards when the Spaniards were here, and helped the Americans when the Americans came. When the Americans were driven away, they naturally became the minions of the Japanese.
In order to manage the city more conveniently and control the local people, the Japanese naturally need the existence of such people.
These people control all illegal business in Manila.
The Japanese take the big part of the profits, they take the small part.
The woman in front of him is naturally part of their illegal business.
They have to pay a certain fee every day, no matter what method you use.
Otherwise, the punishment you will receive ranges from verbal abuse to a severe beating at worst.
At a time when the situation in Manila is so chaotic, it is naturally more difficult for these women to do their "business".
But those gangsters don't care about that.
Xiao Zhong, who knew this, wanted to give this woman some money, but he could never do so.
Once you actually do this, it will be a very dangerous behavior.
Staying in a hotel like this is a poor thing in itself.
If you accept this woman's "service" at a very low price, that's human nature.
But if you gave this woman a sum of money out of sympathy, that would be abnormal.
You will definitely be targeted by those gangsters.
It's three o'clock in the afternoon.
Xiao Zhong said coldly: "I told you, you don't need it, I don't have any money either."
With that said, he closed the door and left the hotel, leaving the woman standing there blankly.
After a while, the owner of the hotel came up: "Didn't I want you?"
"No." The woman shook her head in fear.
The boss slapped her on the face.
But the woman was relieved.
It was just a slap, and he no longer had to bear any more severe beatings and insults.
"roll!"
The boss drove the woman away, took out the spare key, and opened the door.
He stepped in, turned on the flashlight, and his eyes fell on Xiao Zhong's luggage.
He knelt down and opened his luggage. Inside was just a few shabby changes of clothes and a half-eaten piece of cake.
"Poor guy!"
The boss cursed contemptuously.
…
Xiao Zhong watched the boss go upstairs with his own eyes.
He then quickly rushed into the hotel and picked up the passenger registration book.
Most of the tourists who have stayed here have a circle drawn in front of them.
A small part is a cross drawn.
But there is nothing in front of his name.
Now, the boss has probably entered his room to check his luggage, right?
There is no doubt that this small, shabby-looking hotel is a Japanese special agency or a surveillance point of the Hey Gang.
Once useful targets are found, such as those with a cross in front of their names, they may have mysteriously disappeared.
There were footsteps on the stairs.
Xiao Zhong left the hotel immediately.
…
After the boss returned to the counter, he picked up the registration book and drew a circle in front of Xiao Zhong's name.
This is just a poor guy who comes to Manila for business, and there is nothing simple about him.
It would be too difficult for this kind of person to get any benefit from them. The boss doesn't want him to stay here any longer.
