boyutpedia Chapter 164: Colonel Kitamura Yasuhiro, in danger
Chapter 164: Colonel Kitamura Yasuhiro, in danger
Among the crowd were several Japanese officers in the ranks of lieutenant colonel and major. They appeared to be neither poisoned nor suffering from very mild poisoning symptoms. They were shouting and trying their best to control the chaotic scene.
However, the area of chaos grew larger and larger, and their shouts were drowned out by the noise, proving to be a drop in the ocean.
A cold glint flashed in Yan Shuo's eyes. He then winked at the two weapon dolls beside him and whispered, "Disguise yourselves as soldiers and thoroughly search the airport to confirm the number and distribution of aircraft. Go and return quickly."
The two weapon dolls immediately responded, pushed open the car door, and mingled into the chaotic crowd, imitating the other soldiers by pushing, shoving, and shouting, quickly weaving through the airport amidst the chaos.
Within minutes, the two completed their reconnaissance, quietly returned to the car, and reported their findings to Yan Shuo.
The situation was almost identical to what Yan Shuo saw through the bird's-eye view map; the number and type of aircraft were exactly the same.
Yan Shuo silently counted: there were a total of 41 planes, which was clearly not enough to keep the airport at full capacity.
He frowned slightly, pondering to himself: Had the airport been expanded and enlarged? Or was Hu Mantun's intelligence incomplete?
Upon further reflection, Yan Shuo felt relieved.
Hu Mantun was not a professional intelligence officer; he was just an ordinary person working as a doorman in the puppet police force. It was already a remarkable achievement that he was able to secretly find out the situation of most of the planes in the airport. It was normal for his intelligence to have some oversights.
He raised his hand and patted the shoulder of the weapon doll in the driver's seat, his tone cold and decisive: "Find a place to park and hide first. When the chaos gets a bit bigger, we'll blow up these bombers, leaving none behind. Go and check the ammunition depot and fuel depot; I'll go move them in a bit."
The weapon doll immediately responded and slowly parked the car under a secluded shady tree. The group quickly got out of the car and hid in a corner to observe the situation.
Just as Yan Shuo steadied himself, he saw a capable figure rushing towards him. Xiao Zhi instantly popped up a marker—Sakai Mayuko, a female captain in the Japanese army.
A hint of amusement flashed across Yan Shuo's eyes. Sakai was a noble family name for Japanese samurai daimyo, belonging to the same nobility as the court officials. One was a scholar and the other a warrior, so she was a noblewoman of extraordinary birth.
"Coming from a samurai family, does she know ninjutsu?" Yan Shuo muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping over Mayuko Sakai without making a sound.
The woman was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, dressed in a crisp Japanese military uniform. She wore no makeup, had sharp features, and a well-proportioned figure. What pleased Yan Shuo most was that she did not have the bowlegs commonly seen in Japanese women.
Yan Shuo has always disliked bowlegs, finding their walking posture strange and awkward.
Mayuko Sakai rushed to Yan Shuo, beads of sweat on her forehead, her voice trembling with urgency: "Sasuke-kun, you've finally arrived! Come with me quickly, everyone's been poisoned, the situation is extremely critical, many have already died, most of them officers! Colonel Yasuhiro Kitamura is also dying, please save him!"
Yan Shuo sneered inwardly. Kitamura Yasuhiro, colonel, was the captain of the airport garrison. Apart from the pilots, he was the highest-ranking officer here, in charge of the 300 people at the airport and the 3 or so puppet troops outside. If necessary, he could mobilize the puppet brigades and regiments in the surrounding area. He could mobilize Zhu Bingkun's brigade of more than 2000 people and Li Zhengqian's regiment of more than 800 people. They were not far from here, only a few miles away.
However, no one can mobilize that puppet brigade and puppet legion today. The poisoning was carried out simultaneously, so things are probably even more chaotic over there.
On the surface, Yan Shuo immediately put on an extremely anxious expression and quickly followed Sakai Mayuko toward the most luxuriously decorated room in the airport. Without a doubt, this must be Kitamura Yasuhiro's office.
"How exactly is Colonel Kitamura now?" Yan Shuo asked, feigning eagerness, his tone full of "worry".
"She keeps vomiting, looking like she's drunk, but she can't vomit anything. She's writhing in pain, and just now she was yelling that she couldn't see anything, but now she's much quieter. I really don't know what to do!" Mayuko Sakai's eyes were red, and she spoke rapidly, her tone full of panic.
"Quiet? Could it be that you've run out of energy?" Yan Shuo asked, feigning confusion, and quickened his pace.
"I don't know, please come in and take a look!" Mayuko Sakai pushed open the office door, her voice pleading.
Yan Shuo stepped forward and pretended to examine Kitamura Yasuhiro: he rolled up his eyelids to check the pupil's light reflex, probed his pulse with his fingertips, and then took out a stethoscope to listen to his heart and lungs, pretending to be meticulous throughout the process.
About three minutes later, he was certain that Kitamura Yasuhiro would not last more than ten minutes and would surely die.
He put away his stethoscope, turned to Mayuko Sakai with a grave expression, and said in a deep voice, "The preliminary diagnosis is food poisoning. What did the colonel eat for lunch? Quickly bring the remaining food; I need to take it back for testing to determine the type of poison."
As he spoke, he pulled out a syringe, quickly drew a few drops of Kitamura Yasuhiro's blood, and handed it to Sakai Mayuko. "Take this along with the blood sample for testing. There's a lab at the airport, right?"
"No!" Mayuko Sakai said helplessly, her eyes reddening further. "The airport only has a makeshift medical station; there are no testing facilities at all!"
Yan Shuo immediately feigned helplessness, his tone anxious and desperate: "Without a laboratory, we can't identify the poison, and we can't administer the right medication! If we use the wrong medicine, the colonel will die instantly; but if we don't treat him, given his current condition, something could happen to him at any moment!"
"Baka! Colonel Kitamura must be saved! If anything happens to him, you're going to die with him!" A furious roar suddenly rang out, and a man in a lieutenant colonel's uniform stormed in, staring fiercely at Yan Shuo, his aura intimidating.
Yan Shuo feigned surprise, shrinking his neck and looking at Sakai Mayuko with suspicion: "Miss Mayuko, who is this?"
"This is Lieutenant Colonel Shinichi Sakamoto, Colonel Kitamura's junior, and also the deputy garrison commander of the airport."
Mayuko Sakai quickly introduced, then turned to Shinichi Sakamoto and hurriedly explained, "Sakamoto-kun, this is Lieutenant Ao Sasuke, a student of Professor Ryosuke Ishii of the Clinical Medicine Department at Kyoto Imperial University. His medical skills are extremely high; he will definitely be able to save Colonel Kitamura!"
"Oh? Professor Ishii's disciple?" Sakamoto Shinichi's arrogance instantly subsided, and a hint of apprehension appeared in his eyes. Although he didn't know who Professor Ishii was, the fact that Mayuko had mentioned his name meant that this person must be very powerful, and he couldn't afford to offend him.
Sakamoto Shinichi's tone softened considerably, but it still carried an urging tone, "Sasuke-kun, since you are Professor Ishii's top student, please do your utmost to revive Chief Kitamura, I beg you!"
"Yes, sir! Your subordinate will do his best!" Yan Shuo quickly bowed and greeted him, pretending to be flattered and uneasy, and then turned around and walked to Kitamura Yasuhiro's bedside again.
In the short span of those few words, Kitamura Yasuhiro's breath had become so weak that it was almost imperceptible, his lips had turned purple, and he had completely stopped moving.