Chapter 62: Kneel down and apologize The strangest dinner party in the world is over. Zuo Zhong and Imma stood at the door of the hotel to say goodbye to the guests. The reporters were very satisfied with the reception and harvest tonight. "Mr. Robber, thank you for your hospitality. I think the French people will learn about the Japanese's **** from the "Le Monde" tomorrow. I hope to have the opportunity to communicate with you again." “Yes, Les Echos will use the best space possible to introduce the detailed story of this incident.” “The American people will also learn about this disaster from the Times. I hope you can continue to communicate with us, both for your ideals and for the sake of those innocent hostages.” “Mr. Robber, when will you release the hostages? After all, we can’t make everyone despise the behavior of the Japanese. Do you want to kidnap them for the rest of their lives?” There are also smart reporters who feel that the matter is not that simple. After all, the robbers have not made any substantive demands so far, just empty demands. Zuo Zhong raised a finger: "As long as the representatives of the Japanese kneel down in front of the Six Nations Hotel, publicly apologize for their atrocities, and promise not to massacre civilians and prisoners again, the war should be left to the soldiers, right? ” The reporters were silent. They felt that it was impossible for the Japanese to agree to this condition. After all, Zuo Zhong only took some hostages and did not kidnap their emperor. Once the Japanese publicly apologize, it is an admission of the illegality of everything they have done. You must know that the Japanese have always claimed that they are here to help the Chinese.
"Haha, friends, don't think too much. Let the Japanese decide these things. But please also tell everyone that if my demands are not met, I will start executing the hostages in two days. From the Japanese intelligence personnel Started with two traitors." The reporters looked at the gentle masked man in front of them. The execution of the hostages seemed so easy in his mouth, as if he was inviting them to a dinner party today. Having received so much explosive news, reporters said goodbye one after another. They needed to hurry up and compete for headlines. Fortunately, China had already launched a fax machine business at this time, and these photos would definitely cause a sensation. The reporters dispersed, and Major Vicente also said goodbye to Zuo Zhong: "Goodbye, Mr. Masked Man, I want to ask you a question, what is your relationship with the Irish Republican Army?" Zuo Zhong was stunned for a moment, but fortunately the mask blocked his expression. He pretended to be mysterious and said: "Where there is oppression, there is resistance, right?" Zuo Zhong really didn’t expect there would be an unexpected surprise. The name he came up with at the time was just nonsense. He didn’t expect the British to associate them with the Irish Republican Army. It was really interesting. Vicente's heart tightened. Is there someone connecting these organizations? There must be a big conspiracy here, and we must go back and report it to Mr. Consul immediately. He stretched out his hand to say goodbye: "Mr. Masked Man, although I don't know who you are, I believe you are a well-educated gentleman. I hope you will not let hatred defeat your reason." Zuo Zhong shook hands with him: "Mr. Major, if it were peacetime, I would prefer to sit at the desk and study knowledge, but is there still a pure land in Northeast and North China? So besides hatred, what else do we have left?" Vicente stopped persuading. He knew that he could not empathize with the situation. He had already tried his best. This was a conflict between the Chinese and the Japanese, and it had nothing to do with him. But what the masked man just said about desks and knowledge, is he a scholar? Perhaps he has studied abroad, otherwise he would not have such an understanding of Europe and the world situation. Looking at Vicente leaving thoughtfully, Zuo Zhong chuckled, "Bullshit scholars and the Republican Army, people nowadays are just simple, people will believe whatever they say." “Go back and check on those cute little babies. Don’t let the guests tamper with us. Tomorrow we will really be famous all over the world.” Zuo Zhong laughed proudly. Vicente returned to the consulate, where Bailondo was waiting for him. “Major, what are those **** robbers doing, and what connection do they have with those untouchables in Ireland?” “Mr. Consul, the other party has not denied its relationship with the Irish Republican Army. It seems that someone is manipulating all this.” Bailondu sat up from the sofa: "It's true! I knew it, I knew it, it must be the red giant bear behind it. Only they can do such a thing! Please tell me carefully." The red giant bears didn't know that someone had thrown a black pot on their heads. Although there were their shadows in Ireland, these masked men really had nothing to do with them. Vicente told everything about what happened tonight, such as the discussion between Germany and Mustache, the current situation of the hostages, and Zuo Zhong’s final request.
"What, they asked the Japanese to kneel down and apologize. What a wishful thinking. What is not obtained on the battlefield can never be obtained at the negotiation table." Bai Longdu sneered at Zuo Chong's words. He is very clear about the virtues of those Japanese dwarfs. In Chinese terms, he would not admit it even if they were beaten to death. What's more, this kind of statement is very sensitive and involves the legitimacy of the war in North China and the puppet Manchukuo. "Mr. Consul, the masked man said that the hostages will be executed in two days, starting with Japanese intelligence officers and traitors. They are not kidding. The Six Nations Hotel is full of dangerous goods." Weisen reminded tactfully. "What! Shameless bastard, why did he blow up my Six Nations Hotel! I'm going to hang him!" Mr. Blanco suddenly became furious like a porcupine that had been stabbed in the butt. You have nothing to do with killing hostages, and it has nothing to do with you making the Japanese admit their mistakes. But if you want to blow up my hotel, then you and I are sworn enemies. Bailondu grabbed a pistol: "Send troops immediately! Let the military police from all consulates gather and arrest these **** guys immediately. I will take command personally." Vicente quickly dismissed Mr. Consul’s whims: “No, they have placed dangerous materials at all entrances, exits and load-bearing wall columns. They cannot be removed in a short time. Mr. Consul, please calm down.” Vicente knew that if there was a large-scale attack, the masked man would blow up the Six Nations Hotel without hesitation. Although he was gentle and behaved as a gentleman, he was actually a madman. Bai Longdu sat down on the sofa: "Then the property that I worked so hard to embezzle, cheat, and rob is just like this." Vicente put forward his thoughts at the right time: "Mr. Consul, the face of the Japanese has nothing to do with the British Empire, but is related to your dignity. I think you can exert some appropriate pressure." Major Vicente is a standard soldier. He also feels that war should be a matter between soldiers and should not affect civilians, especially women and children. Major Vicente added: "Moreover, the Japanese also sent spies to map the map of Southeast Asia. Downing Street is also very angry about this matter. If the consul can teach the Japanese a lesson in this matter, I believe the country will be happy to see the results." Bailondu stood up after thinking: "Major, your opinion is correct. We should consider this matter from a humanitarian perspective and resolve it properly. I will negotiate with other consuls to force the Japanese to accept the conditions of the masked man." “Yes, Mr. Consul. By the way, the masked man’s dinner is very sumptuous, and the eight-year Golden Bell whiskey and Johnnie Walker are very rare.” “God, I’m going to kill that bastard.” A reporter also came to the Consulate General of Japan. He sold the information inside the hotel to Toyama Nakaharu. Of course, this did not prevent him from passing the information back to the society. This was just business. Perhaps the masked man also wants the Japanese to know. After all, the outcome of this matter needs to be decided by the Japanese themselves. The reporter looked at the US dollars in his hand and smiled. After reading the information in his hand, Nakaharu Toyama slammed it on the table: "The empire will never give in to a robber, and the citizens of the Empire of Japan will be willing to sacrifice." The hostages are dead as well. It is absolutely impossible for the empire to kneel down and apologize. Wouldn't it be nice to win sympathy from the international community at that time? As a member of the Super High School, Ryosuke Hase should devote his life to the honor of the empire. In fact, he has not committed suicide until now, which is against the spirit of the samurai. “Send the information back to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.” After thinking about it, Toyama Nakaji told the consulate staff that this was no longer something he could decide. And Chen Gongshu also got the situation of the dinner, all kinds of high-end drinks, high-profile talk about the international situation, many dangerous goods and a jaw-dropping condition. "Let the Japanese kneel down and apologize? How is this possible? The matter can no longer be concealed. It must be reported to the director." After hiding Zuo Zhong for a day, Chen Gongshu felt that he was very interesting. When this telegram was delivered to Dai Chunfeng of the Jinling Secret Service, Lao Dai even felt that Chen Gongshu was joking. Didn't he just ask Zuo Zhong to assassinate Zhang Jingyao? What does it have to do with the Liuguo Hotel? Of course he knew what happened at the Liuguo Hotel, but it was an embassy district, and the people who did it were Northeasterners under the rule of the Puppet Manchukuo, so he just watched it for fun, and even took a bit of schadenfreude. At this time, I saw the report from the BJ station. Dai Chunfeng's hall turned black. What happened? His most valued student led a group of secret service men and hijacked the Liuguo Hotel. You wouldn’t dare to make up the story like this, right? Zuo Zhong’s purpose of doing this was to kill Zhang Jingyao? For such a big battle, it would be enough to kill the Chairman of the Generalissimo, let alone the down-and-out warlord Zhang Jingyao. Thinking about it, Dai Chunfeng felt that there was something going on here. He knew about Zuo Zhong. He was a steady and careful person, so it was impossible for him to do such a thing. Could it be Zheng Tingbing? Dai Chunfeng took a sip of water and decided to suppress the matter first. He would first contact the radio station carried by Zuo Zhong and others. After confirming the situation, he decided to report it to the chairman of the committee.
“Come here, send a message to Section Chief Zuo and the others to inquire about the progress of the operation.” In the Liuguo Hotel, Gui Youguang and others also asked Zuo Zhong. They just learned that Zuo Zhong asked the Japanese to kneel down and apologize, and promised not to massacre civilians again. “Brother, will the Japanese be obedient?” “Of course we can’t do it by relying on us, but we have allies and they will make the Japanese bow their heads.” At this time, He Yijun came over and said, "Report, there is a telegram from my hometown, asking how far the operation is." Zuo Zhong smiled slightly: "Call back, everything goes well, wait for the good news." (End of this chapter)