r18novel Chapter 161 Cephalosporin with Wine: The More You Drink, the Better
Chapter 161 Cephalosporin with Wine: The More You Drink, the Better
"His name is Hu Mantun. He's from Nianpanwa Village, about 7 li south of the town. After the Japanese army drove people out, he came to live in the town and worked as a doorman in the puppet police force. We had made contact several times before without any problems, but I didn't expect things to go wrong this time." Lin Guodong lowered his head, his voice filled with regret.
"Where is he?" Yan Shuo asked in a cold tone, devoid of any emotion, his gaze fixed on Lin Guodong.
"He's dead. His body is hanging on a pole at the airport entrance." Lin Guodong lowered his voice even further, his tone full of guilt. His hands clenched unconsciously. He was to blame for Hu Mantun's death.
"Who delivered the message?"
"Ma Erniu from the fake police force." Upon hearing this name, Lin Guodong's tone instantly turned hateful, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. "That bastard knows he's gotten himself into trouble, so he's been holed up in the fake police force lately and hasn't come out. There are even guards at the door. The people I sent to keep an eye on him haven't found an opportunity to strike."
"What does it look like?" Yan Shuo asked, his fingertips tapping lightly on the table, the rhythm slow yet conveying an invisible pressure.
"I have a photo, I brought it." Lin Guodong responded quickly, not daring to delay for a moment. He took out a crumpled photo from his pocket, held it with both hands and handed it over, his waist still slightly bent, his posture respectful.
Yan Shuo raised his chin, gesturing for him to hand it over. After taking the photo, he glanced at the person in the picture.
Ma Erniu was short and stout, with a round face and a pair of small, beady eyes. His thick lips were slightly turned outwards, with a little bit of grease still stuck to the corners of his mouth. His skin was sallow, and his hair was sparse and messy, as if it hadn't been washed or combed in a long time. His fake police uniform was obviously ill-fitting, hanging loosely on his body, with stains on the collar and his hat crookedly on his head. He looked slovenly and sleazy.
After looking at the photo, Yan Shuo casually tossed it onto the table with a soft thud and asked in a deep voice, "How many people are in the fake police force?"
"About 80 people, including Director Wu Fenghu, the three squad leaders, and several office clerks. They are divided into three squads, each with about twenty people, taking turns guarding the outposts and patrolling the streets, responsible for the town's security." Lin Guodong replied quickly, his words clear and organized, not daring to omit anything.
What's the public's opinion of these people?
"They're all bastards, not a single one of them is good." Lin Guodong's tone was filled with even more hatred. "They oppressed the people, extorted money from them, helped the Japanese army to harm their compatriots, burned, killed, and looted. They did every bad thing imaginable. The people in the surrounding area hate them to the bone."
"Hmm, are there any of our people still in the fake police force?" Yan Shuo changed the subject and asked.
"Yes." Lin Guodong nodded quickly, his tone softening slightly. "Wu Fenghu's secretary, Ma Li, was forcibly taken by him. Nominally, she was his secretary, but in reality, she was his plaything. She had to serve him his daily needs and suffered all kinds of bullying. I sent someone to secretly contact her. Ma Li hates Wu Fenghu, and she also hates the Japanese army and the puppet army. She answered all our questions and was very cooperative. She often comes to our restaurant to order food and drinks, taking the opportunity to pass on intelligence to us."
"You have a reliable inside man like Ma Li, why not use her instead of a doorman?" Yan Shuo's eyes turned cold, his tone filled with obvious rebuke, and the atmosphere around him instantly became tense.
"Commander, it was just a coincidence that day. I had no choice," Lin Guodong hurriedly explained, his voice urgent, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Team Leader Gu planned a surprise attack on the airport that night, but Ma Li was always by Wu Fenghu's side and couldn't get access to the situation inside the airport, so she couldn't provide accurate intelligence on the deployment and troop strength. Hu Mantun happened to be temporarily transferred to the airport to deliver vegetables that day. He can drive, and since one of the airport's drivers was on leave, the Japanese temporarily called him to fill in. I also decided to send Zhuang Xin to coordinate intelligence with him at the last minute. I didn't expect that not long after the meeting, Ma Erniu, who was wandering around, saw us and became suspicious, which is why our whereabouts were revealed."
"Don't we have binoculars? Why don't we go out and scout around the airport ourselves instead of relying on informants?" Yan Shuo asked again, his tone still icy.
"I've checked, Commander." Lin Guodong lowered his head, his tone tinged with helplessness. "The airport is hidden in the woods, in a concealed location. We can only see the outer barbed wire and a few patrolling soldiers. We can't see the defenses, troop strength, or the location of the aircraft inside at all. Moreover, there are quite a few wolfhounds around the airport. They have a keen sense of smell, and we dare not get too close. If we are spotted by the wolfhounds, our whereabouts will be exposed, and it will be a loss."
"So, Hu Mantun is the only one among us who knows the inside story of the airport?"
"Yes!" Lin Guodong nodded emphatically. "The other puppet troops can't get into the airport. Only a few drivers who deliver vegetables can come and go freely, but those drivers are all die-hard traitors who obey the Japanese without question. There's no way to turn them over or get any information out of them."
"Oh? Devoted to him?" Yan Shuo's lips curled into a cold sneer, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, as if he had heard something ridiculous.
"Yes! They're completely devoted!" Lin Guodong gritted his teeth and said, "Whatever the Japanese want, they give them. If they don't have it, they'll lead the way to the surrounding villages to rob them. They've ruined many girls in those villages. Grain, herbs, money, antiques—anything good—they've offered it all to the Japanese to curry favor. They're complete traitors who sell out their country for personal gain. We were planning to deal with them in the next few days, but we just haven't found the right opportunity yet."
"Do we really need to personally deal with them and waste our manpower and resources?" Yan Shuo's tone was calm, but it revealed a confident and assured attitude, as if he had already thought of a solution.
Lin Guodong was taken aback, a look of confusion on his face. He quickly asked, "What does the Commander mean? This subordinate is dull and doesn't understand."
"Do they often deliver groceries to the airport?" Yan Shuo asked instead of answering directly.
"Yes, about once every three days. Each time, they would deliver fresh meat, vegetables, and various kinds of alcohol to the Japanese and puppet troops at the airport. It never stopped."
"Okay, do as I say." Yan Shuo stood up, his tone crisp and decisive. "There's some medicine I brought in the warehouse. The packaging says 'cephalosporin.' Go and get two boxes. Arrange for reliable people to tamper with the supplies that are being delivered."
Yan Shuo bought this medicine from the system; it wasn't cheap.
Lin Guodong's face was still full of doubt as he stared at Yan Shuo and asked in a low voice, "Commander, is this medicine... very potent? What effect does it have?"
"Cephalexin mixed with alcohol, the more you drink, the stronger it becomes." Yan Shuo's tone was icy, each word clear. "Those who eat little might just feel unwell and become unconscious; those who eat a lot will die within an hour, beyond saving. Remember, when administering the medication, don't sprinkle it on washable vegetables, as it will be easily washed away and won't be effective. For meat and root vegetables, inject it with a syringe. For chickens and fish, mix the medication into their feed and water. This way, even if they wash their food, the medication won't be washed off, ensuring absolute safety."
Yan Shuo paused, then emphasized, "Absolutely no drugs must be put in the wine. If it works too quickly, they'll easily notice something's wrong. Once they stop eating and drinking, our entire plan will be ruined. We'll wait until they're eating and drinking, and the drugs take effect slowly, creating chaos, before we can deal with them."