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Chapter 119: Photos

Zhang Yong quietly retreated to the back.

The Japanese invaders in the basement were definitely going to put up a stubborn resistance.

One could tell from the knees that the battle would definitely be very fierce.

It was estimated that there would be no easy fight...

'Pop!'

Sure enough, there was gunfire coming from inside.

Zhang Yong felt that the gunfire was a little harsh. He looked curiously at Yan Guangkun.

'It's the Japanese Type 83 rifle.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

These Japanese invaders are not simple. They actually prepared Type 83 rifles inside.

I guess Wu Yuanfu prepared them.

Those veteran Japanese invaders are all foreigners. They definitely couldn't bring guns with them on the road.

Especially not such long rifles.

As Wu Yuanfu, it would have been easy for him to stockpile some weapons and equipment in the basement. The Type 38 rifle was in plentiful supply in China.

Some of the Guangdong Army, and some of the other warlords, were equipped with Type 38 rifles.

The Japanese invaders also clung to the Type 38 rifle. As a result, it was never improved upon.

'Bang!'

Liu Daowu and the others raised their guns and returned fire.

But it was useless. There was no way to see where the enemy was.

No one knows what the basement is really like. Wu Yuanfu is not there. Neither are any of the other people who know what's going on.

'Grenades!'

'Boom boom...'

Several grenades are thrown in, and they rumble inside.

It's not clear whether they've hit the Japanese or not. For the moment, there's no movement inside.

'Go!'

Liu Daowu waves his hand.

Several agents with guns sneak in.

'Bang!'

Suddenly there was gunfire.

Immediately two agents fell down with gunshot wounds.

It was bad.

Both were killed by a single shot.

This showed that the veteran Japanese soldiers inside were really good.

Their marksmanship was very precise.

'Bastards!'

'Grenades!'

Liu Daowu was furious. He ordered grenades to be thrown in.

Soon more grenades were thrown in. They exploded inside. However, no one could guarantee that the Japanese soldiers inside had been killed.

'Go!'

Dai Yize ordered several agents to enter on their stomachs.

Unfortunately, they were also attacked by the enemy. Three more agents were shot and killed.

'Bastard!'

'Son of a bitch!'

Curses of all kinds could be heard.

For a while, there was nothing they could do about the basement.

They knew the enemy was inside. But for the time being, they were unable to attack.

They needed to find someone who knew the layout of the basement.

They also needed to prepare more weapons.

If all else fails, we'll have to use the explosives.

Grenades aren't powerful enough.

Or we could tie several wooden-handled hand grenades together...

Zhang Yong quietly left.

This kind of assault had nothing to do with him.

He would take advantage of the situation while everyone's attention was focused on the basement.

A gentleman loves money, but takes it in the right way.

There was no psychological pressure at all in plundering the Japanese spy's wealth.

The house was so big, the decoration so luxurious, and Wu Yuanfu was kidnapped so suddenly. It was absolutely impossible to say that there was no wealth.

Even if it was just a couple of dollars, he would take it. The more the merrier.

Even a mosquito's meat is meat.

First go up to the second floor. Find Wu Yuanfu's bedroom.

It turns out that this guy really knows how to enjoy himself. There are actually three bedrooms connected.

One is the master's bedroom. The other two are the mistress's bedrooms.

Two mistresses?

Damn. You're so beautiful. You've brought happiness to two people.

Everywhere you look, there are silks and satins. It's all about luxury and extravagance.

Everything is worth a fortune. If it were auctioned off, it would fetch tens of thousands of dollars at least. Unfortunately, none of this is his concern. He doesn't want it.

His goal is very specific. He only wants banknotes, US dollars, British pounds, etc.

And of course, the best jewellery...

He first searched the bedrooms of the two wives.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He really saw an emerald necklace.

It was a good piece. It was a bright green colour. It had the potential to be an imperial jade. Looking around, he saw that there was no one around. So he decisively collected it.

Whether it was imperial jade or not, he took it for himself first. He would ask someone to authenticate it later.

He also swallowed all the other valuable jewellery. He only left some worthless inferior products scattered on the table.

'Shao Long!'

Someone suddenly called.

He turns around and sees it's Secretary Mao.

Zhang Yong straightens his body. He empties his pockets to show that he hasn't taken anything.

'You...'

Secretary Mao shakes her head.

She thinks Zhang Yong's action is a bit childish.

In fact, there are so many pieces of jewellery, what's the big deal if he takes one or two?

He's already here, so he can't go back empty-handed, can he?

'Don't let anyone else see it,' Secretary Mao whispers.

'Yes,' Zhang Yong understands.

In front of Secretary Mao, he put a pair of jade bracelets into his pocket.

After thinking for a while, he picked up a jade necklace and put it in his pocket as well.

Then he pressed his pocket. He flattened it as much as possible.

Then he looked at Secretary Mao.

'Go!'

Secretary Mao nodded with a smile.

Zhang Yong then left with peace of mind.

He was in a good mood.

'Pop!'

The gunshots continued to come from outside.

It is estimated that the battle will not end for a while. So they went to other places to continue looting.

The bedroom has been searched. The storage room? The dining room? The guest room?

However, now there are already agents in pairs in every place...

No, it should be in groups of two. They started to register all the assets.

Obviously, these assets will all belong to the Fuxing Society.

'Ah...'

Suddenly, someone let out a low exclamation.

Zhang Yong immediately ran over. He saw a room full of all kinds of firearms.

There were pistols, submachine guns and rifles. All of them were imported.

Each one was brand new. The gun oil smell was still clearly discernible.

He was secretly amazed.

This Wu Yuanfu is really something!

Hiding so many weapons at home. He is practically lawless.

Unfortunately, he did not discover it in time. Otherwise, he would definitely have embezzled a few Colt M1911 pistols. They are really good.

'Captain Zhang!'

The two secret agents stand to attention and salute.

Zhang Yong nods. He waves his hand. This is to indicate that they don't need to be formal.

'Register them first.'

'Yes.'

The two turn around and start counting.

Zhang Yong takes the opportunity to take two Colt M1911 pistols and hide them.

If you don't take it, you won't get it.

Never leave empty-handed.

Unfortunately, he can't take the big weapons. The space in his luggage is too small.

Zhang Yong turned around contentedly.

'Shaolong!'

Secretary Mao suddenly appeared.

Zhang Yong stopped in his tracks. He looked at him suspiciously.

'Follow you.'

'Yes.'

Zhang Yong followed him to the small side hall.

The boss was sitting here, relaxing. He was the boss. Of course he didn't need to get his hands dirty with the details.

He just needed to sit here and control everything.

'Boss!'

Secretary Mao took out a photo.

The boss took it. He looked at it. Then he looked up at Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong: ???

What are you looking at me for?

The director handed him the photo.

Zhang Yong took it. It was a photo of a woman.

She was very beautiful.

And very young.

But there was no name. He didn't know who it was.

He was puzzled.

What did she want with me?

What was the use of the photo?

"Take this photo with you.'

'If you meet her, use your good looks to win her over.'

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