Chapter 151: Get Rich in the Coffin

Going after Japanese spies in a military vehicle? Of course not.

That would be too conspicuous. It doesn't suit Zhang Yong's low-key personality. He prefers to go in quietly and take out the bad guys.

In fact, his main objective is to catch some of the minor Japanese spies.

He's arrested all the insignificant ones.

Some of the big fish were left to be dealt with slowly.

Yang Lichu reported to Minister Min. Minister Min deployed a guard unit.

The guards of the Ministry of Air Force were equipped with a uniform type of revolver. They were imported from Germany. The workmanship was excellent.

Because the workmanship was so good and they were usually cleaned, the surface was almost like a mirror. Therefore, this type of revolver is also called a mirror box. It is a treasure.

'Give me one!'

Zhang Yong is greedy. He doesn't want to waste anything.

The Air Force is so rich. What's wrong with wanting a revolver? Give him a few more...

Sure enough, he was given two mirror-finish cases. Each one comes with three magazines.

They all hold 10 rounds.

There are also longer 20-round magazines. But they're not very attractive.

'Do you really need them?'

Yang Lichu asks doubtfully.

She didn't think Zhang Yong was that brave. He wouldn't rush to the front line.

After some time spent with this guy, she had come to understand that Zhang Yong was definitely different. He was not sure of himself. He definitely wasn't brave.

He definitely didn't play by the rules.

'You can never have too many good things,'

Zhang Yong couldn't get enough of the brand new submachine gun.

Air Force equipment is really good. This just confirms a saying. It's negative energy.

It's the troops that need weapons the most that get the shoddy ones. And the troops that need weapons the least get the best ones.

That's actually true.

Look at the troops on the frontlines against the Japanese, most of their equipment is really shoddy. They're also seriously short of ammunition. But the Air Force troops are pampered and well-equipped. But they never get a chance to fight.

In that case, I definitely need to get more for myself.

If you have it in your hands, you might be able to kill a few Japanese invaders. But if it's in the hands of the air force guards, you won't even see the Japanese invaders.

Yang Lichu: ...

Speechless.

This guy really loves to take advantage of situations.

He doesn't even let go of a small pistol. He's like a crow plucking feathers from a passing goose.

'Let's go!'

Zhang Yong leads the way.

All the soldiers have also changed into civilian clothes.

Yang Lichu also changes back into a grey-blue short cheongsam. It's matched with a black skirt.

Zhang Yong drove himself.

Yang Lichu was the only passenger in the car.

The other soldiers in plain clothes were in three jeeps.

First, they scanned along Dahe Road.

The area around Daxuochang Airport was not too prosperous.

After all, it was an airport, and the terrain was definitely relatively open. It could also be considered a suburban area. The population was not large.

Suddenly, the car stopped.

However, Zhang Yong saw a policeman in front of him.

It looked as if the policeman was at the scene? Could it be that something had happened nearby?

So he got off the car with his gun drawn.

Yang Lichu and the others also got out of the car one after the other, armed and on guard.

'What's going on?'

Zhang Yong went over to a group of policemen.

He took out his Fuxing Society ID and waved it at everyone.

'Reporting to the officer in charge!'

A police inspector hurried up.

Zhang Yong nodded. It was a kind of greeting.

It wasn't that he was arrogant. It was the attitude of the Fuxing Society.

In front of the police, the Fuxing Society must remain arrogant. This was what Boss Dai had demanded.

'What's going on?'

'There's a coffin shop inside, and someone's died.'

'Who died?'

'A young guy.'

'Who killed him?'

'I don't know.'

'I'll go take a look.'

Zhang Yong nodded. He didn't know why he wanted to go in.

But since he had come across it, it would be good to take a look. Maybe there would be some unexpected discoveries.

As it turned out, once he went in, he saw a corpse.

The fatal wound was in the throat. It had been cut open with a sharp blade. It seemed quite professional?

In the past, Zhang Yong thought that cutting someone's throat was a simple matter in TV dramas. Anyone could do it. But after becoming an agent, he realised that it wasn't actually that easy.

The throat is the most vulnerable part of the human body. Everyone guards it carefully.

No one would give you the chance to cut their throat.

Even an idiot.

To cut someone's throat cleanly, you either have to ambush them. The blade should be pressed against their throat before they can react.

Or, he was far more powerful than his opponent. He crushed his opponent with lightning speed.

Either way, it shows that the murderer is no ordinary person.

Unfortunately, his analysis ends here. There is no further information.

For example, what kind of knife was it. Unknown.

Another example is the killer's technique. Also unknown.

'This is the murder weapon.'

'Give it to me!'

Zhang Yong reached out and took it.

It was a sharp dagger. But the style was relatively common.

There was blood on it. It had not yet completely dried, which meant that the murder had not been committed long ago. It could not have been more than three hours ago.

Unfortunately, in those days, the country did not have advanced fingerprint extraction technology. No fingerprints could be extracted from the dagger.

Fingerprint database comparison?

DNA comparison?

Too much to hope for. Basically, it was all guesswork. The crime detection rate was very low. Often, there was no further news.

'There is another knife here...'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong's eyes suddenly lit up.

He saw a Japanese sword.

The kind used by Japanese officers in TV dramas.

He reached out his hand.

Someone immediately handed him the Japanese sword.

It was very sharp. But there were some chips. These Japanese swords are very sharp, but they chip very easily.

Zhang Yong first looked at the handle.

The handle was made of wood. It seemed to be camphor wood? There were no patterns on it. And there were no precious stones.

The biggest difference between Japanese swords is the handle.

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A preliminary judgment is that this is a佐官刀. It may be a少佐. It is definitely not a大佐. The handle of a 大佐-class sword would be more high-class.

This is interesting.

This is a Japanese sword!

How did it end up here?

Look around again. The scene is very messy, with signs of a fight everywhere.

There is also a lot of blood. It's a mess. Some of the coffins have been smashed. It can be seen that the fight was very fierce. It seems that both sides were injured.

But they should not be dead. Otherwise, there would be a second corpse. Since there isn't, they must have fled.

It's possible that the fierce fighting woke up other people, who had to escape.

'How did you come here?'

'We received a report that there was a fight here.'

'Someone saw it?'

'Yes. Someone saw it. They said that two people fought their way from the coffin shop and then fled through the wasteland to the west.'

'West...'

Zhang Yong silently looked to the west.

This side is indeed a wasteland. Overgrown with weeds. No roads.

Heading west all the way is Ma'anshan and Wuhu. I guess the two people fighting with each other have long since disappeared.

No point in chasing after them.

Not worth it. Not much to do with me either.

Better continue to check the scene. In order to gain some benefit, he told the police to go out. He checked alone.

'Were they Japanese?' Yang Lichu asked quietly.

'Maybe...' Zhang Yong nodded.

Suddenly he saw something on the ground.

He bent down and picked it up.

It turned out to be a small jade Buddha.

Huh?

Isn't this Wu Yuanfu's thing?

Yes!

It's his.

Zhang Yong remembered this vividly.

That day on the boat on the Qinhuai River, he had seen this jade Buddha.

At the time, he was bored and had nothing else to do. So, he looked at it a few times. He still remembered its shape and size very well. He was sure he hadn't made a mistake.

If that jade Buddha is not the same, perhaps Wu Yuanfu has come back from the dead and been here.

Then he fought with someone here. It was tragic.

Then he thought of the Japanese sword...

'Someone!'

'Here!'

The police inspector answered hurriedly.

Zhang Yong asked him to pull up the information on the young man. He should have arrived recently.

Japanese spies also need to disguise their identities. There must be a fake identity.

Sure enough, the registration information showed that the young man was named Zhou Lin and had arrived in Jinling from elsewhere eight months ago. The documents had been newly processed.

It could be concluded that this Zhou Lin was a Japanese spy. Unfortunately, he was already dead.

'Where is the shop owner?'

'The shop owner's name is Zhou Rui. He has been here for more than three years.'

'Where is he now?'

'His whereabouts are unknown.'

'Okay. You guys go ahead. There's nothing for you to do here. Take the body away. Dispose of it as an unidentified body.'

'Yes.'

The police officer immediately dealt with the scene.

He carried away Zhou Lin's body. Then he evacuated. Only Zhang Yong and the others were left behind.

Zhang Yong silently inspected all the coffins.

Both finished products and half-finished products. He inspected each one.

But he didn't call anyone. He did it all by himself.

He suspected that there was something hidden inside the coffins.

This place might be a den of some Japanese spies.

There must be treasures.

It just depends on where they are hidden.

To be honest, even in the daytime, seeing so many coffins is eerie and makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

Especially the finished ones. There is one with a big '奠' character on it. It really is quite spooky.

Yang Lichu doesn't dare to go near it at all.

She stands far away from the coffin shop with her back to it. She is surrounded by the soldiers of the guard unit of the Ministry of the Empty Treasury.

It is human nature to be afraid of these things. Zhang Yong is no exception.

However, thinking that there may be a reward, his inner fear gradually subsides.

'Knock, knock!'

'Knock, knock!'

Suddenly, he realised that the sound was different.

One of the coffins seemed to have an openwork area. It wasn't made of solid wood.

He took out his dagger. He carefully pried open the coffin.

Sure enough, after some effort, he found a false compartment.

Inside the false compartment was an envelope.

He took out the envelope. Inside were ten silver banknotes.

From the Bank of Commerce. All bearer bonds. You can collect them with the ticket. No matter who you are.

Each is worth 500 silver dollars. That's 5,000 silver dollars in total.

It's a real find!

Zhang Yong immediately swallowed the silver bonds.

What a good thing!

The Japanese spy really is rich. There's money in the coffin shop too.

It's really reaching into the coffin...

No.

It's getting rich in the coffin!

Wu Yuanfu's timing was perfect. The Japanese invaders were fighting among themselves. They didn't even have time to take the banknotes before they hurriedly moved.

It is estimated that the Japanese spy, who went by the alias Zhou Rui, is unlikely to return any time soon.

This place may be a den of Japanese spies.

Moreover, all these banknotes are from the Commercial Bank. And the owner of the Commercial Bank, Tian Qingyuan, is also a Japanese spy. Could there be a connection between the two?

He couldn't help but secretly let his eyes light up.

Tian Qingyuan is a big fish, if I can squeeze out his oil...

Hey hey.

'Knock, knock!'

'Knock, knock!'

Keep knocking. Keep looking.

Suddenly someone barged in from outside.

'Zhang Yong!'

'Zhang Yong!'

They yelled.

It was Zhang Ping and Gu Bafeng.