Chapter 1: Lixingshe

1935, April. Songhu. Minhang. South Street.

Roadside. A young police officer in black uniform is standing there. He seems to be in a daze. And he seems to be feeling something.

His name is Zhang Yong, and just like his name, he is mediocre. He has no special skills and is just plain ordinary.

He is silently watching everyone who passes by.

It seems that he is looking for something.

But it also seems that he is not looking for anything.

He is a time traveller from the future. He also brought a game system with him: Command and Conquer.

It is a very old game. Build a base. Collect resources. Explode soldiers. Ping A.

The problem is, there is no war in Songhu right now!

Therefore, the only thing that is useful is the radar map. But the scanning radius is only 100 metres.

If there is an enemy within 100 metres, it will be displayed.

This enemy is very clear. It is the Japanese.

No matter how the enemy disguises itself.

Suddenly...

Zhang Yong's eyes narrowed.

He had set his sights on a rickshaw puller. Because the radar map showed that this rickshaw puller was actually a Japanese.

How strange, a rickshaw puller who is actually Japanese?

The point is, he was pulling an officer of the National Army. The rank seemed to be Major?

Something feels wrong.

Followed behind without making a sound.

Found the rickshaw puller stopped near the garrison headquarters.

The major gets off the rickshaw and enters the garrison headquarters. The rickshaw driver immediately returns empty-handed. No more passengers.

It's now rush hour, and only people are arriving at the garrison headquarters. No one is leaving. The rickshaw has no business. Returning empty-handed is normal. Zhang Yong didn't feel anything unusual either.

It wasn't until he followed the rickshaw driver back to an alley and discovered that the rickshaw driver had actually gone home and hadn't gone out for a long time. The rickshaw was also pulled back home. Then he felt that something was wrong. You're not doing business anymore? It's rush hour!

In the future, when people use online car-hailing services, they'll be so busy they won't know what to do with themselves. They'll raise prices at the drop of a hat and make a killing. And you're not making money? You're hiding back at home? Something's wrong. Something's very wrong...

Suddenly, he feels someone tap him on the shoulder.

At the same time, he feels something pushing against his back.

He turns around in surprise.

He sees a sinister face.

Triangular eyes, sunken in. It's obvious this person is no good.

'What...

' 'Do you want to die?'

'I...'

Zhang Yong tried to struggle, but then cold sweat broke out all over his body.

He suddenly reacted. What was pushing against his back? Was it a gun barrel?

Oh no...

He was being held at gunpoint.

A myriad of possibilities flashed through his mind. Execution. Torture. Water torture, branding irons...

He felt a warmth in his crotch. He almost wet himself.

'You, you, don't, don't...' His voice trembled. He was shaking all over. He was scared.

Someone's pointing a gun at me!

And I don't know who it is.

Luckily, there's no sign of him on the radar map. So he's not Japanese.

If he was Japanese, he wouldn't dare...

'What are you doing here?'

'Stalking...'

'Stalking who?'

'A rickshaw man...'

'Stalking him for what?'

'It's strange...'

Zhang Yong is very nervous.

He knows his life is in danger.

All the other person needs to do is pull the trigger...

No, they don't even need to pull the trigger. They just need to flick a knife at his neck...

Or just snap his fragile neck...

Or stab him in the heart...

There are so many ways to kill someone in movies and dramas. It's so scary...

'Kid, we're from the Secret Service of the Lixing Society.'

'Ah, ah, ah...'

Zhang Yong suddenly turned pale.

Secret Service of the Lixing Society!

Military Intelligence...

Boss Dai...

He had actually run into the most terrifying plague of all.

No wonder he was so scared. Who wouldn't be scared?

He didn't want to die yet...

'What? Scared?'

'I...'

'Speak. What are you doing here?'

'The rickshaw man is Japanese. He just took a National Army officer to the garrison headquarters and then went home. He's not doing business anymore. I found that suspicious. So I wanted to take a look...'

'How do you know the rickshaw man is Japanese?'

'He is Japanese. Definitely. I have a special nose for Japanese.'

Zhang Yong was certain of his judgment.

No, it was the judgment of the radar map. It should not be wrong.

That rickshaw puller is definitely Japanese.

He must be Japanese.

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He is now standing on the edge of a precipice, ready to fall at any moment, to be smashed to pieces and unable to be resurrected a hundred deaths.

Hearing the words 'Lixingshe Secret Service', he knew that something big was going on.

What is Lixingshe doing here?

They must be here to arrest Japanese spies.

He was keeping an eye on the rickshaw man, and the Li Xing Society was definitely keeping an eye on him too.

Once he was considered an accomplice to the Japanese, he was dead.

The Li Xing Society's secret service would never show mercy when it came to arresting Japanese spies. The Military Commission was very ruthless towards the Japanese invaders.

'Where are you from?'

'Nan, Nan Street Branch...'

'Who is your superior?'

'Wang Zhiqiang, Zhou Baosheng, Tang Wande...'

'Where is your home?'

'73 Food Street...'

'Who is in your family?'

'An old mother. Two younger sisters...'

'How much was your salary last month?'

'Seven, seven yuan...'

'Which bank?'

'Central Bank...'

'Is it enough?'

'Not enough...'

Zhang Yong blurted out. Then he felt that something was wrong.

This question. It seems to have no meaning. But he didn't dare say anything. He answered honestly.

It really wasn't enough.

Seven yuan. You can't do anything with that.

Paper money is worthless these days. Only silver dollars are most popular.

A seven yuan note has less purchasing power than a silver dollar. Unfortunately, a small cop like him can't have silver dollars.

At this time, legal tender had not yet been issued, and there were all kinds of confusing paper money.

Suddenly, he felt a release from behind.

The middle-aged man took away the pistol.

He was suddenly relieved. He wasn't as scared anymore.

'Go check it out!' the middle-aged man with the triangle eyes said. At the same time, he put the pistol back into his waistband.

'Yes,' someone immediately answered and left.

Zhang Yong then noticed that there were seven more people in grey clothes behind him.

They were all wearing dark grey Zhongshan suits.

Everyone was carrying a gun. Two of them were machine guns. They looked like American Tommy guns.

What powerful weapons. These guns feel like they could be used in battle.

'Why do you think the rickshaw man is going home?'

'I don't know. He must be rich anyway. Otherwise, he would definitely go out and continue to ply his trade. This is the time of day when there are the most customers. In one morning, he can make several tens of cents.'

'So, he is not a normal rickshaw man, right?'

'He is Japanese.'

'How can you tell he is Japanese?'

'I can tell anyway. I can smell the smell on them.'

Zhang Yong insisted.

The middle-aged man with the triangular eyes did not say anything. He smoked in silence.

Zhang Yong did not smoke and disliked the smell of tobacco. But he dared not move. These were all thugs from the Lixing Society, and he did not want to provoke them.

The rickshaw man never came out. Maybe he was sleeping?

Sleeping in broad daylight meant he was either a crook or a thief.

'He was picking up passengers normally yesterday. But not today.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong's mouth opened.

That was...

perplexed. He didn't know how to analyse it.

'Actually, we've been keeping an eye on him for five days. Nothing unusual happened for the first four days.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong didn't dare say much.

Saying too much would be wrong. If he caused any misunderstanding, he would be sent to the torture rack.

He couldn't stand any of the torture methods used by the Kuomintang.

Fortunately, he wasn't a spy. He didn't have any secrets either. Otherwise, he would definitely have confessed everything.

'But we didn't know he was Japanese before...'

'He is Japanese.'

Zhang Yong's voice was weak. But he was very serious.

This matter was definitely correct. This rickshaw man must be Japanese.

If not, he would eat the system.

'If he really is Japanese, that would be interesting...'

The middle-aged man with triangular eyes muttered to himself.

Zhang Yong heard a deep sense of foreboding in his tone of voice.

It's so scary...

These people are all deadly.

Even if you're Japanese, it's definitely not good to be in their hands.

Silence.

Waiting.

The rickshaw puller never came out.

An hour passed.