Chapter 161: Liu Heizi

Zhang Yong came out of the dental clinic alone.

He waved his hand quietly. He told everyone to disperse so as to avoid exposure of his identity.

He had now become a member of the underworld.

The other party actually believed him.

Did he have acting talent? This was really funny.

This Japanese spy was definitely blind.

But he did get a voucher from the Fenghui Bank. He could withdraw the contents of the safe deposit box.

It had the safe deposit box number on it. It had a security stamp.

It was bearer.

As long as he had the voucher, he could withdraw the contents.

At that time, many irregular transactions were like this. Bearer.

Whoever got it was theirs.

In other words, if you had the ability to steal or rob, as long as you got the voucher, you could withdraw the contents of the safe deposit box.

Of course, the safe had a combination. Only the owner knew it.

At this time, safes already had mechanical digital combinations. Usually six digits. There were also nine-digit combinations.

Zhang Yong forced the old man to tell him the combination.

The old man told him without hesitation.

He also told Zhang Yong what was inside.

There were ten gold bars. Fifty banknotes.

The ten gold bars were all large yellow crocodile fish. The fifty banknotes were a total of 2,500 silver dollars.

So, the weight was very heavy. There were a full 150 catties. For one person to try to take it out would be very difficult.

Of course, the bank had trolleys. You could pull it out on a trolley. But once you were outside the bank, you needed a car.

Without a car, you couldn't move a safe that heavy.

'What happened?'

'I made up an identity...'

'What?'

Zhang Yong gave a brief introduction to the situation.

This matter also requires the cooperation of the Fuxing Society. Some documents need to be processed.

In front of the little old man, he definitely can't use the name Zhang Yong. He has to make something up. It's best to have some kind of background. There are also famous names on the Bund.

As a 'cross-river dragon' from the Bund, if you don't have any reputation, no one will believe you!

But if you're too famous, that's not good either. It's easy to get caught.

Of course, it doesn't matter if you get caught. Once you get caught, you'll be arrested immediately. I'm not playing cat and mouse with you.

Call Mao Renfeng.

He's not in. You can only find him.

'Shaolong, you discuss it with Section Chief Zhou.'

'Okay!'

Zhang Yong then called Zhou Weilong.

At this time, Zhou Weilong was still stationed at the train station. He was very busy.

'You handle it yourself!'

'I really can't get away.'

Zhou Weilong was completely immersed in the fun of capturing the Japanese spy. He couldn't tear himself away.

The more he dug, the more Japanese spies he unearthed. How could he bear to leave? Zhang Yong should handle everything on his own.

After all, he was the treasure of the department. If anything happened, the department head would take care of it. Besides, what could possibly happen?

'Okay!'

Zhang Yong readily accepted.

Since Zhou Weilong had put him in charge, he would just go ahead and do it himself.

First, he sent someone to the police station to get new documents for him overnight. In fact, they weren't necessary. Because Guojianglong was basically an illegal immigrant. What kind of documents were needed?

But he could show them to Fang Muyu! She was a Japanese spy from a different faction. Showing them to her would be useful.

This woman wanted to seduce him. He could also use this woman to seduce Xia Lan, Lin Xiaoyan, and the mysterious Liu Xi.

If they were all Japanese spies, the conquest would start with Fang Muyu, who was already in his grasp.

First, he would make them all suspicious of each other. Then, he would play one spy against the other.

Would it work?

Zhang Yong didn't know.

It didn't matter anyway.

If it worked, it would be great. If not, he would just have to think of another plan.

He had no professional spy training, so he didn't know anything, and could only try to hit the target blindly.

The arrangements are complete. First, he returns to the Yahai Hotel.

He enters Room 712. He roughly takes Fang Muyu, who is doubting her life, away.

She has suffered a major blow and curls up under the covers, not wanting to move.

She cannot accept this outcome.

She is an agent of the Special High Section of the Japanese Empire, and she has been ruined like this.

Ahhh...

Ahhh...

She is unwilling to accept this!

Zhang Yong, you bastard! She wants to kill him!

But...

What good would killing him do? Her mission would certainly be impossible to complete. She had already lost her value.

What would happen to a spy who had lost her value?

She didn't dare think about it.

'Bastard! What are you doing?'

'That Japanese spy will be back soon.'

'Er...'

Fang Muyu had to struggle to her feet.

Zhang Yong quickly collected the bed sheets. There were still traces of the battle on them.

He entered the opposite room 713. He switched the beds in the two rooms. He made the bed. He checked it over and didn't find any major problems.

Then he sent Fang Muyu into room 713. He waited for the little old man inside room 712.

Soon after, the little old man returned without a sound.

He turned on the light. He saw Zhang Yong. He frowned.

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'What do you want again?'

'Are there really gold bars in the safe?'

'Yes.'

'What if there aren't any?'

'What do you want?'

'I don't want anything. But I know you're Japanese.'

'You...'

The little old man's face changed slightly, then returned to normal.

The other person was very impressive. He had actually figured out that he was Japanese. Fortunately, the other person was in the underworld. All they wanted was money. They weren't Chinese secret agents.

Otherwise...

'I'm not,' the little old man denied vehemently.

'It doesn't matter whether you are or not,' Zhang Yong said lightly, 'but since I've encountered this matter, you can't get away with it.'

'How much do you want?'

'That depends on how much your life is worth.'

'Who the hell are you?'

'Over there, they call me Liu Heizi.'

'Liu Heizi...'

'Don't get the wrong idea. My woman is in Room 713. There are also a few brothers living next door. Resisting is no good for you.'

'...'

The little old man remained silent.

The other party didn't seem that strong.

However, the other party was also prepared. Even if he attacked suddenly, he didn't stand a chance.

In fact, Zhang Yong bullied him.

He bullied him because the other party was not as strong as him.

If he judged that he could not beat him, he would definitely not face him alone. He is not stupid.

He is now picking the soft ones. The target of bullying is clear.

One is Ye Wansheng, one is this little old man, and the other is Fang Muyu and Xia Lan.

It's shameless.

But it's very effective.

Just now, he was holding the other party dead.

'Name.'

'Li Xueyi.'

'I'm talking about a Japanese name.'

'What do you want to know that for?'

'I ask, you answer.'

'I refuse...'

The little old man was still mouthing off.

Then he saw Zhang Yong pull out a dagger. Sharp. Cold. A cold gleam.

He gritted his teeth.

This bastard. How dare he threaten him?

He'd seen greed before, but never like this. This bastard would sooner or later die from his greed.

'Kitakata Taro.'

'Write it down for me.'

'What?'

'Write down your name.'

'You!'

The little old man had no choice but to do as he was told.

He took out a fountain pen and wrote his name on the letterhead.

Of course it was in Japanese. However, apart from the word '岗' (gang) which was a bit special, the other three were clearly Chinese characters!

'No.'

'北岗太郎 is not your name.'

Zhang Yong shook his head.

He didn't say a word. He didn't move.

But the little old man's face was not looking good.

'You understand Japanese?'

'No. But I thought for a split second before I saw you write your name.'

'What?'

'You hesitated. You hesitated to write your name...'

'My name is Kitakata Taro, believe it or not!'

'Okay, I believe you.'

Zhang Yong happily changed his words.

In fact, he hadn't noticed anything. He was just bluffing.

Spy dramas are like that. The protagonist has a 999-point observation power, and no subtle expression of the enemy can escape his eyes.

The protagonist speaks Japanese better than a Japanese native. The protagonist's marksmanship is beyond the reach of the Yan Shuangying. The protagonist can climb walls, pick leaves and flowers, ride a bicycle onto a train, chase a plane on a motorcycle, and go to sea on a nuclear submarine. He can even fly an A380. It's just so cool. And he's followed by a bunch of Apaches. It's spectacular.

But when it comes to himself, he's got nothing.

And I couldn't even trick the other guy.

All I can say is that this Japanese spy is a moron. He had to think about how to write his own name.

But then, when I think about it, it seems normal. In his previous life, when he was asked to write his name, Zhang Yong, he would sometimes have a brain fart and have to think for a few seconds.

Of course, none of this is the point.

The point is...

'What are you doing in Jinling?'