Chapter 128: Robbed

Kidnapping is impossible.

Tian Qingyuan is not Wu Yuanfu. He is always accompanied by bodyguards.

These bodyguards also have guns.

If there is a gunshot, the plan will be revealed.

What kind of place is Jinling? It is the national capital. There are a lot of troops stationed there.

There are five military police regiments with thousands of soldiers.

The military police are stationed at all the key points in Jinling City. If the gun goes off, the whole city can be sealed off.

So, kidnapping by force is absolutely impossible.

'Lao Huang, you go and find out his habits first. See where he likes to go. Does he ever go alone?'

'Okay!'

'I'll take care of the rest!'

'Er...'

Huang Shang and Zhang Yong looked at each other.

This Zhuo Yungui seems to have also started out as an amateur, doesn't he? Why has he suddenly become an expert?

He makes it sound like he's an expert kidnapper.

'Give me a gun.'

'What?'

'I want a gun. And bullets.'

'What do you want to do?'

'Kidnap Tian Qingyuan, of course! Didn't you ask me to kidnap him?'

'But...'

Zhang Yong hesitated.

It was understandable that Zhuo Yungui needed a gun.

After all, Tian Qingyuan was surrounded by a bunch of bodyguards. How could he do it without a gun?

The problem is that if he gives Zhuo Yungui a gun, he is worried that this guy will do something stupid.

If this guy goes on a shooting spree with a gun, that would be trouble.

You have to understand that this guy is guilty of 'betraying his master and destroying his ancestors'. And who knows how many people he has killed.

'You killed your master?'

'My father killed him.'

'What?'

'My father killed him. And then said that I killed him. Can you believe that?'

'This...'

Zhang Yong was speechless.

Did he believe it? He wasn't sure.

In the end, he gave the other person a Browning M1903 pistol. It belonged to Ye Wansheng and the others.

Zhang Yong had taken the opportunity to embezzle a few of them during the previous clash at the gates of the Songhu Garrison Command. Now he took it out. No one should be able to trace it. Even if they did, the Central Government would take the blame.

Haha. This is a gun registered under the name of the Party Affairs Investigation Department. If anything happens, of course it's your Party Affairs Investigation Department's responsibility.

What? You're saying the gun is missing? Ridiculous. Could you have come up with a more lame excuse?

'You mustn't kill innocent people.'

'Who said that?'

'I'm just reminding you.'

'I don't need reminding. I only kill people who deserve it.'

'That's as well.'

Zhang Yong handed the other person another bullet, sullenly.

This old model Browning pistol used 7.65mm pistol bullets. Not 9mm ones.

'I'm off!'

Zhuo Yungui took the gun and immediately went off in high spirits.

Zhang Yong felt that the possibility of being exposed had increased by one more point. If something happened to Zhuo Yungui and he confessed it to himself...

However, one person alone cannot do everything. A good man needs three helpers. One fence needs three stakes. You definitely can't do everything yourself.

You definitely need your own subordinates.

Whether your subordinates will inform on you and turn against you depends on your charisma.

If you really encounter someone like Lu Bu, who is dedicated to stabbing his adoptive father, there is nothing you can do. You can only accept your fate. Who knows which will come first, tomorrow or an accident?

You are so smart, but in the end it seems that you were also betrayed by your own people...

So...

Just think positive. Every day is a day to live.

'Do you want it or not?'

He turned his head and looked at Huang Shang.

The pattern has opened up. Prepare to distribute weapons.

Unfortunately, the garbage system will not be activated for another two years. Otherwise, one person, one Gatling...

'I...'

Huang Shang hesitated.

He didn't really want it.

To take a gun meant to participate in violent actions.

And the basic principle of the underground party was to avoid violent actions as much as possible. But how could you deal with the Japanese spies without weapons?

"Here!'

Zhang Yong handed the other person a brand new Browning M1935 high-powered pistol. There were also 50 rounds of ammunition.

This pistol used 9mm bullets. Different from Zhuo Yun's.

In the future, if anything happens, he will be able to tell who fired the gun.

'Okay!'

Huang Shang takes the pistol.

Zhang Yong then drives away.

He is going to the train station.

After Zhong Yang and Wu Liuqi have evacuated, Yan Guangkun takes over. He wonders if any Japanese spies have fallen for the trap.

As soon as He Shengyi's contact arrives at the train station, he will be able to arrest him. Within a 150-metre radius...

'Creak!'

There was a sudden emergency stop.

But someone had flown past the front of the train.

Huh?

Flew?

He instinctively narrowed his eyes.

It really was flying. No, it was jumping. Someone had jumped from the front of the train.

Zhang Yong immediately drew his gun. Loaded it. Got ready for action.

These guys who had 'flew' past the front of the train didn't seem like nice people. They were very agile.

Upon closer inspection, Zhang Yong noticed that there were several more behind them. They were all wearing dark Zhongshan suits. They were also holding pistols in their hands. Some were carrying Thompson submachine guns.

Confused...

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Could they be on the same side?

Their attire was exactly the same as the Fuxing Society!

However, strangely, Zhang Yong did not recognise any of the people present. He had no recollection of any of them.

Surprised...

Whose team was it?

Yan Guangkun was definitely not one of them. Liu Daowu? Dai Yize? No.

If they were from one of the teams, he would have some kind of impression.

The point is, they would definitely recognise the car's licence plate.

This car has been in use ever since he arrived in Jinling.

The people from the various action teams must have memorised its number. He can't pretend to be a stranger now.

'Bang bang bang!'

'Bang bang bang!'

Someone suddenly knocks on the car window.

It's those 'people' who don't recognise him.

Hide the pistol.

Open the car door.

'Get out!'

'We need your car!'

'Get out!'

The other party shouts rudely.

Zhang Yong obediently raises his hands. Get out. Give the car to the other party.

This car is equipped by the Jinling side. There are no secrets in the car. If it were from the Shanghai side, it would not be possible. The car is hiding a Thompson submachine gun.

'You are...'

'We are the secret service of the Fuxing Society!'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong obediently stepped back.

It really was 'one of our own'. And then they stole his car.

Haha...

The tide has washed away the dragon's temple.

A few secret agents quickly got into the car and drove away.

Zhang Yong looked around for a phone. He called Mao Renfeng. Haha. Snitching is something I'm very good at.

'Secretary Mao, it's Zhang Yong...'

'Shaolong, what's the matter? Speak.'

'I've been robbed.'

'What?'

'It seems to be someone from our own Fuxing Society who took my car.'

'Who? Where?'

'Just off Zhongshan 3rd Road.'

'I'll ask!'

Mao Renfeng immediately made an inquiry.

The result...

No feedback.

The following all reported that no action was taken.

'Shaolong, are you sure it was someone from our own people?'

'It must be.'

'You first pay attention to your safety. I'll send someone to pick you up right away.'

'Okay.'

Zhang Yong hung up the phone.

Here, Mao Renfeng hurriedly came to see the Chief.

'What is it?'

'Shao Long reported that one of our people was operating on Zhongshan 3rd Road and stole his car.'

'One of our people?'

'That's what Shao Long said. I confirmed it with him.'

'Which operation team?'

'I asked. We don't have any operation teams operating on Zhongshan 3rd Road or nearby.'

'I see.'

The Chief's face gradually grew dark.

Mao Renfeng knew that someone was going to get it. Someone must have acted without authorisation. No report.

That was a big no-no.

No asking for permission beforehand, and no report afterwards. Trying to fly under the radar?

'You go and get on with your work!'

the director calmly said.

It didn't seem like he was angry.

'Yes!'

Mao Renfeng turned and left.

Back in his office, he silently calculated the time.

If no one reported back within thirty minutes,

He even guessed which action team. And who would be in trouble.

Ten minutes...

Thirty minutes...

Still no report.

Mao Renfeng had officially sentenced someone to death.

The leader of this action team would definitely be fired.

One hour...

Still no report.

Haha.

This is simply too much.

Relying on the support of the Guangdong gang, he really doesn't take the Director seriously!

Fine, just wait.

Zheng has already gone to Germany, who else can protect you?

Dream on!