Snow Leopard: Building the Strongest Elite Group through Robbery

Chapter 1113 Do You Have Any Conscience?

What good is his 4th Division?

No, they are the most shameless in the entire Imperial Army.

Even if this thing doesn't already exist, they'll find a way to get it, as long as your price is right.

As for my own son-in-law, does he lack money? He doesn't lack money at all.

"I really want to just shoot Matsui Jiro and his gang to death," Prince Asaka gritted his teeth, looking out the window. Did they even realize how much trouble they had caused the Empire?

This wasn't Zhou Weiguo's first time in Delhi, so he was very familiar with the place. He even knew the location of the 4th Division.

He didn't go to Division Commander Hirata Ichiro immediately, but went to Okamura instead.

Okamura was very welcoming to Zhou Weiguo's arrival, personally ordering his adjutant to order a table full of delicious food and even bringing out his best drinks to entertain the two.

The sumptuous meal startled Zhou Weiguo, who had just sat down, and he looked at the smiling Okamura and said, "Your enthusiasm makes me feel quite flattered."

“You are our great benefactor. I think our entire division is very proud of your arrival. If you wish, we would give you everything, even my body.”

If the money is right, none of this is a problem.

“I don’t like the existence of men.” Zhou Weiguo picked up his glass, clinked it with Okamura’s, took a sip, and then asked in confusion, “You guys were doing fine in Mandalay, why did you come to Delhi?”

Delhi is currently the largest command and administrative center of the Japanese army in South Asia. It is hard for Zhou Weiguo to understand why the 4th Division would be stationed in such a place.

“Hey, isn’t it because we’re so outstanding that we became a permanent garrison here?” Okamura’s nonchalant remark made Asaka Hideaki look up at him. “I’m afraid Terauchi Hisaichi was worried that you guys were too unruly, so he stationed you here to keep an eye on you.”

It's pointless to say that out loud.

Okamura's lips twitched but he didn't say anything, but the meaning was already very clear: that's how it is.

He didn't care what others said, so the awkwardness only lasted for a moment before he asked, "What brings you two here this time?"

Zhou Weiguo put down his wine glass; "I think with your business network, you should also know about what happened outside the Great Wall this time."

Of course I know that a large battalion of troops outside the Great Wall was wiped out by orders from headquarters. And from what I understand, some mysterious organization created a bacterial bomb, but the test subject escaped from it and directly infected the entire battalion.

"You don't want that kind of bomb, do you?" Okamura's lips twitched. He was a conscientious Imperial citizen, and although there weren't many, he still offered a word of advice: "We are people of principle, and this kind of thing is currently in an experimental stage. You should know that it's actually an unstable thing; it's fundamentally..."

"Thirty gold bars, plus an apartment in Tokyo and a shop in a prime location in Kyoto—once we succeed, whatever's left is yours."

"Great job." Okamura smiled and extended his hand; "It's a pleasure doing business with you."

Damn it, even if he didn't already have it, he would find a way to get it for Zhou Weiguo.

There was no way around it; Zhou Weiguo had given them far too much.

As for conscience and such, sorry, he doesn't have that thing, and neither do the brigade commanders. As for the division commanders...

"I disagree." Hirata Ichiro gritted his teeth and looked at Okamura in front of him.

He really wanted to ask this bastard, "Do you know what you're saying?"

The other side wants bacterial bombs. Once these are used, it won't just be the military that suffers; even the local people and livestock will likely be wiped out.

Who is Zhou Weiguo? He's the kind of person who would throw poison gas at the head of an empire. Do you think he would be polite to you if he had this thing?

He might just throw this thing at your head soon.

“My division commander, I trust Zhou Jun’s character. As long as our empire doesn’t use this first, he won’t use it either.”

His character.

He's a complete scoundrel.

Hirata Ichiro paced back and forth several times with his hands behind his back before turning to look at Okamura; "You really don't consider the Empire at all."

You've considered so many things, haven't you? You ate plenty of food in the 4th Division, but I never saw you show any backbone back then. What's the point of telling me all this now?

It's completely meaningless, isn't it?

“How could I not consider the Empire’s interests? The Empire is currently using some abnormal methods to carry out some very dangerous operations against the mountain city. By doing this, we are actually sending a message to some people in the Empire that they also possess this thing. This way, our people will seriously consider whether they will use it if we do. In this way, the Empire will not use it.”

“You…” Hirata Ichiro was furious. What kind of nonsense was this?

"You're using a fallacy to twist the facts." You can actually come up with such a shameless and despicable reason just for money.

You are still people of the Empire. The Empire has nurtured and raised you. It doesn't ask you to do anything for the Empire, it only asks that you don't cause trouble for the Empire. Even knowing your character, the Empire has made great concessions. As long as you don't go too far, the Empire won't interfere with you. But look at yourselves, what kind of rubbish have you done?

If it were anything else, it would be one thing, but I never expected you to be so despicable.

Do you have any conscience?

Hirata Ichiro really wanted to ask these bastards if they truly had no heart.

Okamura didn't care about whether it was a matter of changing the subject or not; he only had one thing on his mind: he had to get this done for Zhou Weiguo no matter what.

Thirty gold bars! Whatever he uses, the rest is his. Besides, Zhou Weiguo also promised him an apartment and a shop in Kyoto.

If he doesn't do this for Zhou Weiguo, he guarantees that his ancestors will crawl out of their coffins and strangle him.

"Do you guys have any conscience at all?" Seeing him nonchalantly lighting a cigarette and smoking, Hirata Ichiro couldn't help but ask the question that had been bothering him. Did these people have any conscience at all? Did they know what would happen if they did this?