Chapter 18: Spit

'Manager Kong, the robbers came by car, right?'

'Yes! A big truck. But it was dark, so we couldn't see what kind of car it was. After they stole the opium, they loaded it onto the big truck and took off.'

'Didn't you try to track down the big truck?'

'No way!'

'Hm...'

Okay. There was no surveillance back then.

The dirty big trucks were almost impossible to see the license plate numbers. There was no way to check if the number was fake.

The robbers would never be stupid enough to leave you the real license plate number.

After the incident, they could only trace it based on the wheel marks. However, the road was under construction, and there were trucks transporting stone going back and forth, which destroyed the wheel marks. There was no way to trace it.

'Master Kong.'

'Yes?'

'You reimburse the fuel we use to investigate the case, right?'

'No problem. As long as you find the robbers. I'll give you 10,000 gallons of fuel. I'll keep my word.'

'That's fine! Let's go out and give it a try. Maybe we'll find something.'

'Thank you!'

Kong Zhiliang was extremely grateful. It was as if he had grabbed a straw that could save his life.

As long as they could catch the robbers, what was 10,000 gallons of fuel? He would be willing to give even more. This was the general idea of the Kong family.

'Captain Cao, let's go out for a drive.'

'Where to?'

'Just go anywhere. Bring some food. We might have to go into the wilderness.'

'Good! Wei Yong, let's go!'

'Let's go!'

The three men set off in the big truck.

Because the roads were not in good condition, the truck was better than the car. The truck could also carry more people.

The five police academy students could all be taken along. There were also ten elite guards sent by Li Xianzhou. They were all equipped with machine guns. They also brought a Czech-style light machine gun.

'Where are we going?'

'We'll go wherever trucks are likely to be.'

'Good!'

Cao Mengqi nodded.

It was now a case of treating a dead horse as a live one. It was a matter of chance.

Driving along the highway due east, Zhang Yong didn't find anything. He didn't see any Japanese along the way.

So he turned around.

He turned southwest.

He followed the road from Guangde.

Suddenly he saw a car. He saw the truck approaching. It sounded its horn arrogantly, demanding that the truck give way.

Cao Mengqi pressed the accelerator and the truck sped up.

The car hurriedly pulled over to the side of the road and the people inside got out. They drew their guns and pointed them at each other.

It was none other than Jin Lin.

He was from the Party Affairs Investigation Department.

Cao Mengqi poked his head out of the driver's cab and stared coldly at his opponent. Everyone in the car above them raised their guns.

The muzzles were dark and black. They were packed closely together.

'Haha! It's Captain Cao!' Jin Lin immediately put his gun away.

He said that the truck was really arrogant.

It turns out that he is carrying more than ten guns. And a light machine gun.

'Get lost!'

Cao Mengqi spat out a single word.

Jin Lin laughed. He moved a little further away from the truck.

He was afraid that Cao Mengqi would spit at him. Really. Cao Mengqi would really do it.

He had tried it before. He didn't want to try it a second time.

The truck swayed and lurched as it passed.

When Cao Mengqi had passed by and he could no longer spit, Jin Lin yelled from behind, 'Cao, you think you can catch the robber by wandering around like this! You pig-headed idiot! Your head has been sat on by an elephant's butt...'

It faded away. He couldn't hear it anymore.

But Jin Lin was still not satisfied. He had not yet avenged the spit he received last time.

Unwillingly, he stamped his foot and said angrily, 'If I can't catch the robber even like this, my surname is not Jin. It's Yin. Yin Jian's Yin...'

Unfortunately, no one heard him.

He spat hard on the ground. It was as if he was spitting on Cao Mengqi.

Then he got back in the car and angrily drove back to the city. He never wanted to come to this kind of shitty place again. Even if someone from above named him, he would definitely not come.

'Clang...'

'Clang...'

The truck continued to rumble along the road.

Some of the stone for the road repairs had actually come from Guangde. The journey had been long and costly.

The road was full of potholes and bumps caused by the truck's heavy tyres. The police cadets soon couldn't bear it any more, and some began to feel like vomiting. The soldiers also began to feel like vomiting.

So they stopped the truck. Pulled over to the side of the road. Let them get off and vomit first.

Zhang Yong was fine.

In his previous life, he had never suffered from motion sickness. In this life, he felt nothing either.

They walked on in boredom. He felt that this was not the way to find the needle in the haystack. However, apart from this stupid method, he did not know any other.

He was not a detective. He had no experience in solving crimes. Nor did he have a clever brain.

Apart from the special ability to discover the hidden Japanese, he knew nothing else. He had to learn everything. He started from a blank sheet.

'Damn...'

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He learned to curse like Cao Mengqi.

Suddenly, the radar map showed a red dot entering from the southwest.

He was momentarily stunned. Then he perked up.

The Japanese!

The Japanese have finally appeared!

Damn it.

I've been waiting for you...

He hurriedly signalled to Cao Mengqi.

'Something's up!'

Cao Mengqi and Wei Yong immediately prepared themselves.

They worked well together with Zhang Yong. As soon as they saw Zhang Yong's hand signal, they started to draw their guns.

Cao Mengqi himself also brought an extra Thompson submachine gun. Anticipating the ferocity of the Japanese invaders, he felt that the Thompson was more appropriate.

Zhang Yong himself also pressed down on his pistol.

One red dot...

Two...

Three...

Surprisingly, five red dots appeared.

He couldn't help but feel nervous.

Shit, five!

So many! This is going to be difficult!

If there were no weapons, it would be fine. But if there were weapons...

Finally, the target appeared.

It was a large truck completely covered in mud. It was impossible to tell what it looked like originally.

There are several people in the truck. Two in the driver's cab. Eight in the back of the truck. A total of ten people. But there are only five Japanese. The other five are unidentified.

The back of the truck is full of rocks. Those people are sitting on the rocks. Not at all nervous.

This is the way it was in those days. No one felt any danger. Who cares about danger when you have a ride?

Cao Mengqi came quietly.

'What's the situation?'

'There are five Japanese. There are five non-Japanese.'

'Call over the ones who aren't Japanese. Then arrest the rest. If they resist, shoot them all.'

'Okay.'

Cao Mengqi was still experienced.

It seemed that the Japanese did not have weapons in their hands. That was a good thing.

The Japanese were mixed in with the others and should not dare to take out their weapons in public. Therefore, this was a good opportunity to arrest them.

A group of Japanese disguised as civilians, it was no wonder that there were no ghosts.

Maybe they were the bandits who robbed the warehouse. It was just a pot of all the dishes.

A battle plan was immediately arranged.

The spearhead. Of course, it was the soldiers of the 21st Division. They were wearing military uniforms.

'Stop!'

'Check!'

A soldier stood in the middle of the road, signalling for the truck to stop.

The large truck obediently stopped.

Everyone on board, including the Japanese, looked calm.

If Zhang Yong had not learned that they were Japanese, he would not have had the slightest suspicion. It was just a truck transporting stone over long distances.

He might even have politely said, 'You work hard.'

These days, truck drivers definitely have a higher status than ordinary soldiers.

Ordinary people definitely don't own trucks. They are all owned by large organisations. Either they have a government background, or a military background.

'Sir, here are our IDs. And the road permit. Please take a look...'

The driver is also Japanese.

He seems very friendly and gentle. Nothing special about him.

And very polite. His Mandarin is also very pure.

Zhang Yong steps forward.

'You're not allowed to bring so many people in the truck. At most, five. Get rid of the extra people.'

'Sir...'

'Did you hear me? Get rid of the extra people!'

'Yes, yes!'

The truck driver goes back to the truck. He gets rid of the five non-Japanese people.

He smiles. It seems like he's apologising.

The five non-Japanese people have no choice but to reluctantly get off the truck. Then they are called to the back of Zhang Yong and the others.

'You get off the truck too!'

'Everyone get off!'

Zhang Yong continued to shout.

He called all five Japanese to the road.

He guessed that the Japanese invaders' weapons were in the carriage. Under the stone.

Of course, the Japanese invaders must not be allowed to get their weapons.

Everything was ready.

Zhang Yong, Cao Mengqi and Wei Yong glanced at each other.

Let's get to work!

They all raised their guns at the same time.

The contract is being processed...