Colonel Hank Han didn’t waste any breath. With time ticking away, he grabbed Shawn Young, rallied a few Dragonsquad operatives, and bolted. Meanwhile, Jade Swann had somehow hustled up a Japan Maritime Self-Defense Force Humvee—don’t ask how, she’s got her ways.
When the crew reached the jeep, they spotted two Japan Self-Defense Force soldiers sprawled in a corner, throats neatly slit—Jade Swann’s handiwork, of course. Everyone piled in, and Jade stomped the gas, sending them tearing off into the night.
Everyone in the jeep looked like they’d swallowed a lemon—dead serious, not a peep. Jade Swann was driving with a frosty glare, and even Colonel Hank Han was keeping his lips zipped.
“Yo, Big Bro Hank, this mission got everyone acting like it’s the end of the world or something?” Shawn Young piped up, picking up on the heavy vibes.
“Yeah, it’s unprecedented. The Chairman of the Military Commission himself gave the order—we’re to complete this mission at any cost,” Colonel Hank Han replied.
“Dang, for real? What kinda wild mission did we get stuck with?” Shawn Young blurted, eyes wide.
“You know about those freaky Japanese germ squads and mad scientist units from World War II, right?” Colonel Hank Han suddenly asked, eyebrow raised.
“Yeah, totally. Learned it in history class. Back then the Japanese went wild—unleashing nasty bioweapons and chemical stuff on our turf, killing loads, and using POWs and regular folks for twisted experiments. Real horror show,” Shawn Young nodded.
“Glad you know the drill. So here’s the deal: our mission is to blow up a top-secret Japanese military bioweapons lab. Some hotshot spy from their Ground Self-Defense Force swiped classified research from our Chinese Academy of Sciences – Institute of Biological Research—stuff meant for our space program! If those sneaky devils get their hands on it, their bioweapons game jumps a decade. We’d be target number one, and if war kicks off, they could go full psycho and unleash bioweapons on our coastal cities. Eighty percent wiped out, easy! And trust me, those nutjobs have the guts to do it,” Colonel Hank Han explained, voice low and urgent.
“Wait, isn’t all that bioweapon stuff supposed to be banned? What gives?” Shawn Young scratched his head.
Colonel Hank Han shook his head, patted Shawn Young on the shoulder, and said, "Bro, don’t be so naïve. Sure, that’s what the international rules say, but when real war breaks out, any weapon of mass destruction could be used. The world doesn’t play fair—it’s all about who’s got the bigger fist."
Shawn Young was stunned for a moment. After all the battles he’d been through, he knew Colonel Hank Han had a point, so he fell silent.
Colonel Hank Han went on, "Back in World War II, the Japanese invaders went full mad scientist—testing all kinds of nasty bugs and poison gas in China. The infamous Kwantung Army’s 731, 100, and 516 units did their dirty work in places like Hulunbuir, Inner Mongolia, and during the Nomonhan battles. The Bayankhan Bioweapons Facility was their evil HQ in northeast China. After Japan lost, they smuggled all their top-secret files back home, and some of those war criminal commanders dodged justice thanks to shady deals with the Americans. Most survived, went back to Japan, and kept up their creepy bioweapons research with military backing to this day."
"So, we’re supposed to snatch back those top-secret files from the spy, right?" Shawn Young asked, eyebrow cocked.
Colonel Hank Han nodded. "Yeah. That spy was a top agent from the Japanese General Staff, planted at our National Academy of Sciences’ biology lab for nearly ten years. If not for how crucial this research is, he wouldn’t have blown his cover so soon. The Director of National Security told us—if possible, capture him alive and bring him home. That would bust up half their spy network in our country! So this guy is our main target. We’ve got solid intel he just escaped back to Japan and is hiding in a secret bioweapons lab at Yokosuka Naval Base. The Chairman said to grab the spy and destroy the lab to prevent any leaks!"
“Whoa, that base is freaking huge—how are we supposed to sniff out his hidey-hole before sunrise? Got any dirt on this super-spy?” Shawn Young asked, half-joking, half-nervous.
“We do. It cost us over a dozen top agents to get a detailed map of the Yokosuka base’s bioweapons lab. But this spy is slick—he’s a master of disguise and pretty tough. Here’s a photo of him from his time in China, but he might’ve changed his look already.” Colonel Hank Han pulled a photo from his pocket and handed it to Shawn Young.
Shawn Young took the photo and saw a slick, bookish-looking middle-aged dude, kinda handsome, rocking black-rimmed glasses. Seriously, nobody would guess this guy was a master spy for the Japanese Ground Self-Defense Force, hiding in plain sight for a decade.
Colonel Hank Han explained, “Bet you didn’t see that coming, huh? He went deep undercover—even took a Chinese name, Simon Shi, bagged a knockout nurse for a wife, and has a kid! He bailed to Japan yesterday, and we got orders to chase him down pronto. His wife’s still clueless! Damn, his real name’s Ryosuke Eguchi. We gotta nab him—alive if we can, but if not, send him packing. If we blow this, our country’s in deep trouble! Bro, success is the only option!”
Colonel Hank Han paused, then said, “The Japanese know we’re coming for Ryosuke Eguchi. I bet the whole base is booby-trapped, just waiting for us to walk right in. This job’s a real suicide run…”
Jade Swann suddenly cut in from the driver’s seat, voice cool as ice, “Even if this mission’s a one-way ticket, we’re finishing it—no matter what!”
Shawn Young flinched, then squinted at the photo, burning Ryosuke Eguchi’s mug into his memory. He was dead-set on helping the squad pull off this crazy stunt.
The Humvee tore down the road for twenty minutes before screeching to a halt outside a massive, high-tech naval port. Colonel Hank Han checked his watch—4 a.m. The place was pitch black, crawling with guards, and searchlights were slicing through the night.
Jade Swann said as she drove, “Alright, we’re here—this is the outskirts of Yokosuka Naval Port. Up ahead is the U.S. Seventh Fleet’s base. We’ll skirt around and head for the Japan Joint Fleet Command. That’s our target. Uh, the area ahead is a military restricted zone—time to get ready.”
Jade eased off the gas, and Colonel Hank Han and the crew sprang into action. He hopped out, grabbed a fat bundle from the trunk, and dumped out a pile of Japan Maritime Self-Defense Force uniforms, badges, and weapons—enough for a full-blown costume party.
Colonel Hank Han tossed a uniform to Shawn Young. “Bro, hurry up and change. We’ll blend in with these Japanese getups.”
Shawn Young wriggled into the uniform—it squeezed him like a sausage, but hey, nobody would notice in the dark. Colonel Hank Han and the Dragonsquad guys suited up, and Jade Swann switched into a sharp female officer’s outfit, rocking a captain’s insignia from the Ministry of Defense. She even slapped a special pass on the dashboard, and everyone got their own shiny officer ID.
Once everything was set, Jade drove the Humvee slowly toward the Fleet Command HQ. As they approached the security line, a checkpoint appeared—armed military police blocked their way, shouting in Japanese.
Jade rolled down the window and flashed her officer ID. The MPs did a double-take—female officers were rare, and one this drop-dead gorgeous? They ogled her for a few seconds, then checked her credentials, eyes bugging out. Everything was legit, so they snapped to attention, saluted, and handed back her ID. Colonel Hank Han, Shawn Young, and the rest passed their documents over, and everyone sailed through without a hitch.
Jade drove calmly into the Fleet Command HQ, passing several more checkpoints before reaching a nondescript but heavily guarded building. It looked like an ordinary three-story office. Colonel Hank Han checked the map and said, “We’re here. The target’s in that building!”
Shawn Young peeked outside and whistled—the security here was next-level. Armed patrols every few steps, and some squads even had mean-looking guard dogs.
Colonel Hank Han pointed out a few shadowy spots outside the window. “See over there? And over there? Those are sniper nests. Anyone tries to crash the party, those hidden shooters will put a bullet in their head. First things first, let’s sneak into the building.”
“Big Bro Hank, this place looks boring as hell—you sure the Japanese bioweapons lab is hiding here?” Shawn Young asked, skeptical.
Colonel Hank Han patted his shoulder. “Heh, bro, don’t judge a book by its cover. The Japanese are sneaky—no signs, but security this tight? There’s gotta be something shady inside. Stop overthinking it. Mission’s on, and if we gotta bust down the door, we do it.”
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