110: Chapter 110 The Hunting Dogs Are Deployed

The night was Chen Xi's best camouflage.

After successfully completing several rescues and establishing reliable strongholds with Rabe and Vautrin, his operations had become much more fluid.

He was like a ghost walking through the ruins of Nanjing.

During the day, he moved between different hiding spots, planning routes and conserving his energy.

At night, he transformed into the coldest hunter and most reliable guardian, pulling the "Tinder" from his list back from the brink of death one by one, while eliminating the lone, violent "beasts" he encountered along the way.

His actions were precise, efficient, and left no trace.

The silent sniping of the slingshot and the perfect concealment of the Chameleon Cloak made him an untraceable legend of death.

However, no matter how perfect an operation is, when it occurs with enough frequency, it inevitably coalesces into an abnormal signal that cannot be ignored.

Nanjing Provisional Headquarters of the Japanese Central China Area Army.

A Lieutenant Colonel in charge of city defense was currently flying into a rage.

"Useless! You're all useless!"

He slammed a casualty report hard onto the table.

"Starting from three days ago, we have had over thirty Soldiers mysteriously disappear or be murdered while patrolling the city!"

"No gunshots! No witnesses! Not even a single shell casing can be found!"

"When the bodies are found, they were all killed with a single blow! Some had their throats instantly slit by some kind of sharp weapon. Others had a blood hole between their eyebrows so small it's almost invisible!"

"Tell me, what is going on?! Is there really an evil spirit haunting Nanjing?!"

The meeting room fell into a dead silence.

The officers present looked at each other, as quiet as cicadas in winter.

These eerie deaths had long since spread among the Soldiers, causing immense panic.

Just then.

The door to the meeting room was gently pushed open.

A man wearing a Tokkō uniform and gold-rimmed glasses walked in, his refined temperament carrying a hint of chilling coldness.

His rank was only Major, but when the Lieutenant Colonel in charge of city defense saw him, his arrogance immediately withered by half.

"Major Nakajima..."

Nakajima Shinichi, an elite of the Japanese Army's Tokkō, had just been transferred from Shanghai specifically to handle all "unstable elements" within the city.

Ignoring the others, he walked straight to the table, picked up the casualty report, and examined it carefully.

"The locations of death are concentrated near Central University and Ginling College."

"The times of death are all after midnight."

"The deceased were all scattered patrol units of three men or fewer."

A cold curve curled at the corner of Nakajima Shinichi's mouth.

"There are no ghosts in this world."

He put down the report, and behind his lenses, his eyes flickered with the excited light of a hunter who had found his prey's tracks.

"There is only one, or a small team, of highly skilled and extremely cautious professional Chinese resistance fighters."

He turned and said to the Lieutenant Colonel, "From now on, the Tokkō will take over this matter. I need all relevant case files within the city, and... absolute command."

That afternoon.

Nakajima Shinichi personally led a team to one of the crime scenes.

He put on white gloves, crouched down, and carefully inspected the bloodstains and traces left by the bodies on the ground.

His subordinates, elite Tokkō agents known as the "Hounds," conducted a carpet search of the surrounding area.

"Captain, no footprints were found."

"Captain, suspicious friction marks were found on the roof, but their source cannot be determined."

Listening to his subordinates' reports, Nakajima Shinichi's gaze became increasingly excited.

"A ghost with extremely strong counter-reconnaissance abilities and mastery of some unknown long-range silent attack method?"

He stood up and brushed the dust off his hands.

"Interesting."

"Order all units: starting tonight, increase the size of patrol teams to ten or more men and equip them with military dogs."

"I want to see just how long this ghost can stay hidden."

...

At this moment, Chen Xi was still completely unaware of this.

He was lurking on top of an abandoned bell tower, observing the area where his next rescue target was located.

It was a church that had been converted into a temporary Japanese military supply station.

The target was a linguist who had been forcibly conscripted to work as a translator.

According to intelligence from "Great Wall," he would have a chance to access the Japanese defensive deployment maps tonight.

Chen Xi's mission was to rescue him after he obtained the maps.

The night gradually deepened.

Just as he was preparing to move.

A strong feeling of being watched rose from his heart without warning.

It was the kind of beast-like intuition that only a top-tier Soldier king who had walked the line between life and death countless times could possess.

Chen Xi's body instantly tensed.

He didn't look back, nor did he make any unusual movements.

Instead, he slowly, like a casual passerby, changed his intended stealth route and silently retreated into the deeper darkness.

Several kilometers away from his previous position, on top of another, taller building.

Nakajima Shinichi slowly lowered the high-powered military binoculars in his hand.

A cold, cat-and-mouse smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He spoke to the adjutant beside him in a voice that was almost a whisper:

"Found you, rat."

"The game has begun."