Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 1034 The Real Mastermind

The slaughter continued in the streets, with blood staining the ground red amid the roar of machine guns.

"Run! They are devils! Run away!"

Fear finally triumphed over anger. The people who had been so enthusiastic just now were now running away like frightened birds. But the army and the public security department were already bloodthirsty, they raised their guns and chased the fleeing crowd, shooting continuously.

"We need to let them know the price of resistance!" an officer grinned, "Don't let any of them go!"

But soon, they discovered an unexpected situation: the leaders of the march chose to commit suicide without hesitation after being surrounded.

"Baka!" A soldier stamped his feet in annoyance as he looked at the figure lying on his back in front of him. "Another seppuku! This is the third one already!"

On another street corner, a "plainclothes officer" who was surrounded sneered and took out a grenade from his pocket: "Want to catch me? Dream on!"

"Boom!" Amid the deafening explosion, blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

"Are these people... crazy?" Changhui Yongtai's face turned pale. "They would rather commit suicide than be caught..."

Asanogawa stood on a high place, watching these scenes of suicide, his face was terribly gloomy.

He originally wanted to capture a few people alive and interrogate the mastermind behind the plot, but these people were obviously well prepared and would rather die than let their plan be exposed.

"Sir!" A subordinate came running over in a hurry, "Kobayashi Tanaka's injuries have been controlled, but he is now unconscious."

A cold light flashed in Asanogawa's eyes: "Watch him carefully! He is our only hope. As long as he is alive, we will be able to pry open his mouth and dig out the truth!"

"Yes! I'll go and strengthen the guard right away!"

Asanogawa clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms. The screams on the street continued, but he could no longer care about them. Now, all his hopes were placed on Kobayashi Tanaka.

That cunning guy must know something. When he wakes up, I will make him talk, no matter what means I use!

"Boom!" Another explosion, and another "plainclothes officer" chose to die together with his enemy.

Asanogawa suddenly felt a little uneasy when he saw this scene. These people were so determined that they were far beyond his expectations.

Why on earth could they go to such an extent?

Inside the house, Fujita Ying leaned on the cushion and let the young men bandage his wounds. Their eyes were filled with almost fanatical admiration, and every movement was done carefully, fearing to hurt this "hero".

"Mr. Fujita, this place is absolutely safe." A young man vowed, "This is the safe house we have prepared for a long time. Pu Yu will never find it here."

"Have a good rest." Another handed over hot tea, "We will take turns to guard and protect your safety."

Looking at these sincere faces, Fujita Ying's uneasy heart seemed to be comforted. He didn't know whether he deserved such treatment, but the warmth at this moment was real.

It was not until the second half of the night that fatigue finally took over and Fujita Ying fell into a drowsy sleep.

"Squeak—"

He was awakened by the sound of a door being pushed open. Fujita Ying opened his eyes suddenly and looked towards the door vigilantly.

“Mr. Fujita, it’s me.”

Under the moonlight, a slender young man walked in. He was about 25 or 26 years old, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, with delicate features and a calm demeanor. The most striking thing was his hands, which were slender and white, like the hands of a pianist.

This is Satoshi Yamamoto, one of the organizers of the march. Although they had only known each other for a short time, Fujita Ying was deeply impressed by the temperament of this young man. He has a calmness beyond his age, and his words and actions are full of rare calmness.

In the previous chaos, it was Yamamoto Satoshi's calm command that enabled them to evacuate safely.

That kind of composure in the face of danger is definitely not something that an ordinary college student can possess.

"Yamamoto-kun?" Fujita Ying sat up straight, "It's so late..."

Yamamoto pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the moonlight, making it difficult to see his eyes: "Mr. Fujita, we need to talk about what your next move should be."

His voice was still gentle, but it carried a tone that could not be refused. Fujita Ying suddenly realized that this seemingly elegant young man might be one of the real manipulators in this storm.

Yamamoto Satoshi took out a box of "Seven Stars" cigarettes from his pocket, lit one gracefully, and handed one to Fujita Toru.

The smoke swirled in the moonlight, adding a hazy meaning to this late-night conversation.

"Mr. Fujita," Yamamoto Satoshi exhaled a puff of smoke, his voice gentle and playful, "Don't you feel that these days? You are like a puppet, being pushed step by step to your current position by an invisible hand."

Fujita Ying's hand trembled slightly, and the cigarette flame flickered gently in the darkness.

"From the moment you were captured by Pu Yu," Yamamoto Satoshi continued, "or perhaps even earlier, from the moment the Kyoto secret report appeared, you have been involved in a carefully designed chess game. And you are the most important chess piece in this game."

Fujita Ying took a deep puff of cigarette, and a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes: "Yamamoto-kun, what do you mean by this? Who...are you?"

“It doesn’t matter who I am,” Yamamoto smiled, a smile that reminded Fujita Ying of Kobayashi Tanaka. “What matters is that you have no choice. You can only continue to play the role of this ‘hero’. This is your only way to survive.”

"You guys..." Fujita Ying gritted his teeth, "You guys planned all this? Including the rescue tonight?"

Yamamoto Satoshi did not answer directly, but said meaningfully: "Mr. Fujita, do you think a group of ordinary college students can organize such a thorough operation? Can they perfectly plan a rescue under the nose of the unpolished jade?"

Fujita Ying's pupils shrank slightly. He finally understood why these "students" acted so professionally and why every step was calculated so precisely.

"Assholes!" Fujita Ying stood up suddenly, with all the hair on his body standing up. "Why do you want to manipulate me like this? Why should my fate be played in your hands?"

His fists were clenched so hard that they made a creaking sound, his nails dug deep into his palms, and blood dripped through his fingers.

But he no longer cared about the pain, the rage in his heart almost consumed him.

Yamamoto Satoshi did not move at all, just flicked the ash off his cigarette. "Why?" His voice was still gentle, but with a creepy indifference. "It's simple, because we need a chess piece, and you happen to be the most suitable for this role."

"you......"

"Think about it," Yamamoto interrupted Fujita, "a dandy boy, because of his conscience, risked his life to reveal the truth. Such a story is so dramatic. People will be moved and crazy about it. And your identity and background will add a lot of color to this story."

His tone was as calm as if he was discussing the weather: "So, you can only be this chess piece. Not because you want to, but because you have to."

"You lunatics!" Fujita Ying roared, "Just for your own purposes, can you arbitrarily control the fate of others?"

Yamamoto Satoshi shook his head gently: "Mr. Fujita, you are too naive. In this world, some people are born to be pawns. Do you think that your previous life of luxury was not the result of being manipulated by others?"

This sentence was like a heavy hammer, hitting Fujita Ying's heart hard. He staggered back a step, his face turned pale.

"Your only choice now," Yamamoto Satoshi stood up and looked down at Fujita Ying, "is to accept this fact. Continue to play your heroic role, or..."

He didn't finish, but the meaning was obvious.

Fujita Ying collapsed on the ground, as if all the strength in his body had been drained.