Chapter 2: Film

'Team leader.'

The man who went to investigate the information returned.

He handed the middle-aged man with triangular eyes a file bag. Inside was all the written information on Zhang Yong.

'You applied to Hankou Branch School?'

'Yes. But I failed the assessment...'

Zhang Yong stammered.

It was a bit embarrassing. He was rejected in the entrance exam.

If he had been accepted, he would have at least been able to hang a Huangpu Military Academy diploma from his wall. His life would have been so much better.

His physical fitness was not good enough. He failed the marksmanship and hand-to-hand combat tests.

'Stand up.'

'Yes.'

Zhang Yong hurriedly stood up.

The middle-aged man with triangular eyes reached out and placed his hands on Zhang Yong's body. His fingers were very firm.

Suddenly, he lifted his knee and slammed it into Zhang Yong's stomach.

Zhang Yong: ...

I love you, uncle! Why are you hitting me?

His body could not help but bend. It was as if he were a tiny shrimp. He could not stand it anymore.

'Stand properly,'

the middle-aged man with triangular eyes shouted again.

Zhang Yong reluctantly stood up straight. He felt pain all over his body. His legs kept trembling.

Inside, he cursed the other person's ancestors.

But it was useless.

Whether the other person had a gun in his hand or not, he was no match.

'My name is Li Boqi,'

'I'm from the 8th Operations Unit of the Secret Service Agency.'

'Now, I'll give you a task. Go and get the rickshaw puller. Tell him we're doing a census.'

The middle-aged man with the triangular eyes had a gloomy expression on his face.

He had already confirmed that Zhang Yong was in no danger. He was completely weak. He could not be an accomplice to the Japanese spy.

In that case, he could let Zhang Yong do something.

'Yes, yes...'

Zhang Yong forced himself to gather his spirits and turned around to go.

Damn, it hurts. My whole body hurts. Travelling to this damned world. Being bullied again.

He didn't notice the few people behind him exchanging glances. Their fingers were already on the trigger.

Zhang Yong took a few deep breaths to suppress the pain in his body.

He went to the rickshaw puller's door and pounded on it, 'Open the door! Open the door! Open the door! Police officer, open the door...'

He wasn't going to be polite to the Japanese. Just by looking at them, he could tell they were up to no good.

There were so many agents from the Lixing Society behind him, and they all had guns. He was not afraid of them. If they called out, they would be arrested and tortured. If he had the chance, he was prepared to join them.

If it wasn't for this damned Japanese in disguise, he would not have been caught by the Lixing Society and given a lecture. He almost lost his life. His hatred for the Japanese increased by another point.

'Police, open the door!'

'Open the door! Household registration! Open the door...'

Zhang Yong violently pounded on the door.

The wooden door was quite sturdy. He didn't manage to break it. Maybe he didn't have enough strength.

He's so grumpy.

He must be a Japanese spy. He must be.

He hasn't opened the door after such a long time. He must be a thief or a criminal. When we catch him, we should just shoot him.

Finally...

The wooden door opened.

It opened a crack. Someone looked out through the crack.

It was definitely just Zhang Yong. The other person then opened the door.

'Come out!'

'Boss, what are you doing?'

'Household registration check!'

'Boss, this is my ID...'

'Household registration check!'

'Boss!'

'Get out!'

'Boss, look...'

The rickshaw puller took two coins from his bosom and placed them in Zhang Yong's hand.

Zhang Yong: ...

What is this? Bribery? A few cents?

Damn you! You're a Japanese spy! You have a lot of money, so you only give me 20 cents?

Go to hell!

He didn't know where he got the courage, but he grabbed the other man by the neck and tried to lift him out of the rickshaw.

The people from the Lixing Society were supposed to arrest him, right? Hurry up and do it!

But then something unexpected happened.

The rickshaw puller suddenly pulled a gun out of his back pocket.

The black muzzle was right in Zhang Yong's face.

Zhang Yong: ?

!

Shit!

The other guy's got a gun!

Oh no!

I'm going to die.

I'm going to die.

The other guy's got a gun!

Not only is he a Japanese spy, he's also armed!

I was careless...

I didn't expect this.

All those spy dramas I watched were for nothing...

Since I judged that the other person might be a Japanese spy, I had to be fully prepared when I arrested him.

I had to be ready at all times to prevent him from drawing his gun and resisting, or blowing himself up and taking me with him.

Alas, I've only just arrived a few hours ago, and now I have to go back. I haven't even had time to get comfortable...

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'Bang!'

'Bang!'

At that moment, the gun went off.

I don't know who fired the shot. I don't know where the bullet hit. Zhang Yong suddenly felt a silence all around him.

In the corner of his eye, he seemed to see the muzzle flame.

The Japanese spy fired...

The Japanese spy fell...

Zhang Yong saw in the corner of his eye that the Japanese spy had been shot in the chest.

Up close. Very clearly. Right in the chest.

Fatal.

I don't think he can be saved...

Suddenly, Zhang Yong actually had a thought of contempt pop into his head:

What a shitty job...

This is some shitty work!

It's not professional at all!

They didn't even think to capture the spy alive! They just shot him dead!

Capture the spy, man!

The most important thing is to keep the spy alive. A dead spy is worthless.

Keeping the spy alive makes it possible to interrogate him for more information, and then unearth a whole bunch of it. Killing him is silencing him. The clues are gone too.

Military Intelligence...

No...

It can't be called Military Intelligence yet. They're all a bunch of amateurs!

Buzzing...

buzzing buzzing buzzing...

It felt like his ears were buzzing. He couldn't hear anything.

It was as if he was the only person in the world. It gave him plenty of time to think. And then he realised that he had gone deaf.

Well, the Japanese spy had shot him in the ear, and his ear had been directly hit.

It was hard to say when he would recover.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone rushing up.

Li Boqi was among them.

The other person seemed to be talking to him. But he couldn't hear.

Zhang Yong: ...

He reaches up to scratch his ear. It doesn't help. The buzzing continues.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I going to do?

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a group of secret agents rushing into the rickshaw puller's house and rummaging around.

'Film!'

'Film!'

Someone shouts suddenly.

This time, Zhang Yong actually hears it. Maybe the person shouting was shouting too loudly.

Film?

Oh, not a digital camera...

A rickshaw puller's home actually has things like film, hehe.

The next inference is needless to say. 10,000% Japanese spy, no doubt. Moreover, it is estimated that he is responsible for passing information. He was afraid to carry the film with him, and he was afraid to leave it at home alone, so he simply stayed at home to watch it.

From this, it can be inferred that the rendezvous time has not yet arrived. His film has not yet been delivered. However, he is not hiding very deeply. The fact that he was found so quickly means that he will definitely go out to make contact today. This is interesting.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with him.

No matter how stupid the people from the Lixing Club are, they know how to follow the clues. The person making the contact will definitely not be able to escape.

But!

Wait!

The rickshaw puller was killed, so how can he make contact?

You see, this is the consequence of not sparing anyone. If you spare someone, you can catch the next level down almost immediately. Now that the person is dead, it won't be so easy to continue with the skewers.

Suddenly someone comes up and pushes himself. 'Follow us!'

Zhang Yong: "Where to?'

Li Boqi doesn't even turn his head and says, "Just follow!'

Zhang Yong: ...

So obediently he follows.

Soon, they are three streets away. There are cars. All black turtle shell cars.

Envy...

This Li Xing Society is really rich.

Just carry out an operation, and you can ride in a car. How generous.

Get in the car.

Sit down.

Suddenly everything goes dark.

Oh no, he's been hooded.

Putting on a black hood means that others haven't completely dismissed their suspicions about him.

Sit quietly.

It feels like the car is winding around, swaying, and he doesn't know where he's arrived.

Could it be that they were deliberately driving in circles, as they did in spy dramas? But there was no need for that! They were the Lixing Society! They were in the open, so there was no need for secrecy!

Soon, the car stopped.

The hood was removed. Zhang Yong got out.

He found that they had arrived at a large courtyard. Presumably, this was Li Boqi's headquarters.

I wonder what the organisational structure of the Lixing Society is like now? What do you call this place?

Station?

Is Li Boqi the stationmaster?

It seems not. He is the leader of the 8th Action Group. So, he can only be called Group Leader.

Then...

'Go!'

Zhang Yong was locked in a small dark room.