Chapter 162: My code name is pangolin

'Why are you asking?'

'Of course I have to ask. Otherwise, how can I tell how much money you have?'

'If you're only after money, why go to all this trouble?'

'Fine, give me all your money.'

'I've already given you a safe. You can collect it yourself tomorrow morning.'

'If there aren't ten gold bars in there...'

'I said there are, so there are.'

Bei Gang was annoyed. But he didn't dare get angry.

He had travelled a long way from Liangguang to Jinling on a secret mission. And it was very important.

Otherwise, the higher-ups wouldn't have deployed a heavyweight undercover like Tian Qingyuan.

His whereabouts were very secretive. The Chinese were completely unaware. Everything was going well. Who knew that a gangster would pop up.

If it had been someone from the underworld, he could have dealt with it. But this Liu Heizi is a scoundrel. He is insatiably greedy. And he is keeping a close eye on him. He is trying to take advantage of him. This is going too far!

But!

That's not the point.

The point is, this bastard also knows that he is Japanese.

This is very dangerous.

If he had the ability, he would definitely kill him to keep his mouth shut.

Unfortunately, he doesn't have that kind of ability. He is not known for his actions. He makes a living by using his brain.

Besides, he didn't dare to do it.

It would be very easy to get exposed if he did it on the ground floor of Jinling.

It didn't matter if he got exposed. Tian Qingyuan would be exposed along with him. So, he could only endure.

Even if he died himself, he had to cover Tian Qingyuan.

'Okay. We'll see you tomorrow.'

'Goodbye.'

Zhang Yong stood up.

Opened the door. Went out. Knocked on the door of 713 across the hall.

He was also a little worried that Kitakata would jump the gun. He might try to do something to him. If he got killed, that would be bad.

So, when pushed to a certain extent, he retreated.

Let's talk about it tomorrow when we get the safe.

If there really are gold bars inside...

Hey, this Kitakata will never be able to leave Jinling.

Who said that?

I did.

Even Jesus couldn't keep him here!

The door opened.

It was Fang Muyu.

She bites her lip in annoyance. She doesn't know what she's feeling.

Kitakata just happens to see her, and his eyes darken.

This Liu Heizi really has people all around him!

He really is a tough guy.

Fortunately, this guy is not a Chinese secret agent. There is still room for manoeuvre.

He was originally very depressed. But then, for some reason, he started to feel a little happier.

It's better to be targeted by a gangster than by the Fuxing Society or whatever.

The former wants money.

The latter wants your life.

Even Beigang Taro fantasised that he might be able to buy the other side over and use them for his own purposes...

'You...'

'I'm here!'

Zhang Yong stretched his leg and closed the door.

He left.

He went to Fenghui Bank.

He took the voucher and withdrew the suitcase.

Sure enough, it was huge. One person simply couldn't carry it.

Luckily, there was a car.

Before getting in, Zhang Yong opened the safe.

There were indeed ten gold bars inside. They were indeed big yellow crocodiles. Each one weighed ten taels. That's about 300 grams. Ten of them were 3,000 grams. That's a full six pounds.

'Damn, Tian Qingyuan really is rich...'

'When can I rip this guy off...'

Crazy thoughts raced through Zhang Yong's mind. Ten big yellow croakers, glittering in the light, greatly stimulated his greed.

He reached out his hand. He hit his hand hard.

Hey, why can't I control my hand? Sooner or later something will happen...

But then he thought:

This is all the money the Japanese spies have plundered from our country!

Why can't we take it back?

I'm protecting my country, how can I be called greedy?

Oh dear, this is serious. Once this thought came to me, greed was justified. Immediately, I began to plan the idea of plundering Tian Qingyuan.

It would be very difficult to do openly. We can only do it behind his back. Quietly.

However, Tian Qingyuan is very careful. He always brings his entourage and bodyguards with him. It's not easy to do.

The only opportunity is when this guy meets with the Japanese spies.

For example, if he meets with Kitakata Taro, no outsiders will be present. This provides the opportunity to capture Tian Qingyuan alive.

Once we have him, we can interrogate him. We can torture him. We can force him to tell us where the money is.

Then we let him go.

Yes. We must let him go. We can't kill him.

Tian Qingyuan is an influential figure. If he is killed, it will definitely attract the attention of the higher-ups.

If an investigation is ordered, it may lead back to him.

After all, he is a novice. Doing something like this, he will definitely make a lot of mistakes. He simply cannot hide it.

The last time we kidnapped Wu Yuanfu, there were a lot of loopholes. It's not even clear if we will be caught.

But the deed is done, and there's no use in regretting it.

We'll just have to deal with it as it comes.

It's done once, it's done twice. Might as well do it a few more times.

'Pop!'

He quietly smacked himself in the face.

This is crazy. What kind of thinking is this? Does it feel like greed has already eaten away his brain?

Take a deep breath.

Try to calm down.

Check the rest.

There are indeed 50 silver dollars. A total of 2,500.

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With so many ocean dollars, of course he can't put them in his carry-on space. It takes up too much room. His carry-on space is very small.

He throws them all in the trunk.

He drives.

He is preparing to go back to the Yaha Hotel.

Suddenly, his eyes flicker. He sees a mysterious symbol nearby.

So he drives the car to a remote place. He stops quietly.

Soon after, Zhuo Yungui appears.

'What's the matter?'

'I came to tell you. Huang Shang has been rescued.'

'Good.'

'What should we do with the leftover medicine?'

'Give it to people in need.'

'To the Red Party?'

'You know he's a member of the Red Party?'

'I didn't know before, but now I do.'

'You decide for yourselves! Give it to whoever you like.'

'Then we'll definitely give it to the Red Party.'

'Just do it!'

'No. You're a member of the Restoration Society, and you're giving medicine to the Red Party?'

'I'm undercover in the Restoration Society, code name Pangolin. Didn't you know?'

'I...'

Zhuo Yungui was speechless.

You're undercover! And you're code-named 'Pangolin'!

I don't believe you!

Don't think I don't know the character of the Red Party.

It's strange that someone like you could join the Red Party. If you're in the Red Party, I'm the backbone of the Red Party!

Nonsense!

'By the way, go to the boot yourself and take all the yuans.'

'What?'

'Give all the yuans to the Red Party.'

'Oh...'

Zhu Yungui went to the back and opened the boot.

He saw the banknotes inside, one after the other. Suddenly, he was full of doubts. He turned back. He looked at him strangely.

'You're angry, so go to a brothel to sort it out. Why are you looking at me?'

'No. You definitely aren't a Red. Why are you so keen to help the Reds?'

'Because only they can save China!'

'What?'

'Do you think a loser like me can build a new China?'

'Er...'

Zhuoyun Gui suddenly felt that the other person had a very good point. He actually had no reason to argue.

This guy really is a loser...

But wait. Where did you come up with this conclusion? Do you really think so highly of the Red Party?

The Red Party nowadays seems very weak. It's dying. It's going to end soon.

'It's good for you to work with the Red Party.'

'Me?'

'What else? What do you want?'

'I...'

'If you don't have a goal in life, just do whatever the Red Party tells you to do. I guarantee you that in fifteen years, you'll see a new China.'

'No, I...'

'I've given you your chance. Whether you take it or not is up to you.'

'What about you?'

'I can't. I'll bring the Red Party into disrepute.'

'You...'

Zhu Yungui was speechless once again.

What a strange creature. What weird thoughts.

But he does know his limitations.

Forget it. No point in thinking about it. Take all the oceans. He was a martial artist, so it wasn't difficult to carry more than 100 catties.

As for following the Red Party...

It seemed like a good idea. The people there were really nice.

He had suffered so much injustice, even his own father had framed him.

The world was so big, where else could he go?

'1935...'

'There should be a third-class Independence and Freedom Medal...'

'Brother, you've earned it...'

Zhang Yong silently did some calculations.

Joining the organisation at its most difficult time was a pretty big deal.

Unfortunately, it was all someone else's benefit!

He should forget about it.

Someone like him would really tarnish the organisation's reputation.

He quickly got in the car and drove off.

Then he suddenly remembered something. He hurriedly pulled over.

'You're not going to be stupid and tell them it was from me, are you?'

'Yes.'

'I...'

'I'll only tell Mr Wu.'

'Who is Mr Wu?'

'The leader over there. He will keep it a secret.'

'Keep it a...'

Zhang Yong was about to swear.

Then he thought: If you do a good deed but don't let anyone know, you're doing yourself a disservice.

If the Red Party doesn't know that I gave them the gift, then I've given it for nothing. How can I hold the Red Party's hand in the future?

Forget it. If there's a risk, then there's a risk. It's not just this one thing.

Who cares? Drive away.