Chapter 219: A Solo Job

The red dot is inside the house.

Carefully study the map and find nothing unusual.

It's just an ordinary two-story building. It's built with bricks. No steel reinforcements.

If it weren't for the requirement to capture the target alive, the building would have been blown up.

In movies and TV dramas, it is often said that a grenade can produce a powerful explosion. In fact, that is an exaggeration in movies and TV dramas. The real grenade is not that powerful.

For example, blowing up a house or something. A grenade simply cannot do it.

In fact, several grenades cannot do it.

Whether it is a round grenade or a wooden-handled grenade, the destructive power against obstacles is not great. It mainly relies on shrapnel to kill.

To completely blow up such a small two-story building, you need to use an explosive package.

'Lao Jiu, can you climb walls?'

'No.'

'...'

Zhang Yong had to back off.

This was the limitation of an individual team. There weren't enough talented people.

It seemed that Zhong Yang and Wu Liuqi had received professional training. They could climb walls. They could pick locks. They could easily scale these small brick buildings.

What to do?

They could only try to pick the lock.

Zhang Yong had to do it himself.

Fortunately, it wasn't a combination lock. It was a normal mechanical lock.

Zhang Yong took out some wire. After tinkering with it for a minute, he successfully unlocked it.

He quietly pushed open the door.

Wu Jiutian entered with his gun. Zhang Yong followed closely behind. Li Yunyang guarded the back.

There was no one inside.

'Second floor!'

Zhang Yong pointed upwards.

Wu Jiutian quickly went up.

He moved a little too quickly. Wei Jin-fu, upstairs, heard the footsteps and stood up to check it out. He was suddenly stunned when he saw the black muzzle of a gun.

At this time, Zhang Yong was the one in the lead.

Wei Jin-fu recognised Zhang Yong at once and exclaimed in surprise, 'It's you?'

'Yes, it's me!' Zhang Yong replied with a smile.

'What... what do you want?' Wei Jin-fu's face turned pale.

The other person was from the Fuxing Society!

Shit!

Did I expose myself?

I never thought that nothing would happen during the day, but then something happened at night?

Damn it...

What's going on?

'Let me introduce myself. Actually, I'm not from the Fuxing Society. My name is Liu Heizi. I came from Shanghai.' Zhang Yong sat down in a big, imposing manner.

Don't look at this small building outside Wei Jinfu's house, it's unremarkable. The furniture inside is very nice.

The sofa is soft. It's comfortable to sit on.

'You...' Wei Jinfu's voice trembled a little.

'Don't be afraid. I know you're Japanese. But I won't tell anyone,' Zhang Yong said slowly.

'I...'

'First, tell me your Japanese name.'

'I...'

'If you don't tell me, we might have some unpleasantness.'

'I...'

Wei Jinfu stammered. He never did say.

He couldn't admit that he was Japanese. Otherwise, there would be endless consequences.

Zhang Yong took out a sharp dagger.

He licked it with his tongue.

It was cold. It was actually quite comfortable. But he had to avoid cutting his tongue.

'I'm not Japanese!' Wei Jinfu decided to stick to his story.

'Really?' Zhang Yong smiled wryly.

'I'm Chinese. My hometown is in northern Anhui,' Wei Jinfu said in a low voice.

'Not bad. Your hometown is in northern Anhui,' Zhang Yong slowly withdrew his smile.

Wei Jin-fu remained silent.

At any moment, Zhang Yong swung. The dagger was stuck in the wooden coffee table.

He had intended to drive it all the way through. However, the force and angle were not right. The tip of the dagger was inserted a little, and it did not stay stable.

'Clang!'

The dagger poured out onto the wooden coffee table.

Wei Jin-fu's heart trembled. He tried hard to stabilise his emotions.

'I know a lot of Japanese people.'

'What about Kitakata Taro, Sakamoto Ryuichi, Sakata Kazuo, Iga Kazuo, Nogi Kintaro, Akita Ichiro...'

'You know Nogi Kintaro, don't you?'

Zhang Yong picked up the dagger and slowly began to manicure his fingernails.

Wei Jinfu's heart sank.

Something had gone wrong. This was really bad.

The other person knew so many Japanese names.

He not only knew about Kintaro Nogaya, but also several other names. He knew that he could no longer hide.

Since the other party had been able to find him here, someone must have betrayed him.

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So, who had betrayed him?

"It's only 9 o'clock in the evening. Mr Wei, I have plenty of time...'

'I, my name is Masao Kondo...'

'Good,'

Zhang Yong smiled contentedly.

He knew that the other party would definitely confess.

At this point, there was no point in hiding anything. It would only increase his suffering.

He had counted so many Japanese names. It meant that he had already uncovered many Japanese spies. What was the point of his stubborn resistance?

"Mr Kondo, you have been very cooperative. Let's sit down and talk.'

'I...'

'I said that I would not reveal your identity. You can rest assured. The Fuxing Society will never find out. I have come all the way from Shanghai to ask you for some assets to tide me over the current difficulties. Don't worry, I will write an IOU. When I become successful one day, I will repay you double.'

'You, you...'

Wei Jinfu (Kondo Masao) stammered.

He was both nervous and relieved. Nervous because he thought he had encountered a Chinese secret agent.

Relieved because he had encountered someone in the underworld. All the other person wanted was money.

'Do you understand what I mean?'

'Yes, yes...'

'Good, now you can tell me, how much are you willing to donate?'

'I, I...'

'Never mind. I'll find it myself!'

Zhang Yong stood up.

He began to rummage through the boxes and drawers. He searched carefully.

It turned out that the 3D map was quite useful. It could reveal every corner.

The map prompts could also be upgraded.

After upgrading, it could show the locations of non-Japanese people.

And after upgrading again, it could even display information about some special items.

However, he didn't know when to upgrade.

He wasn't in a hurry.

With what he had now, he could already do a lot.

In no time at all, Zhang Yong found a radio, but no code book. It was probably stored separately.

He also found a safe. However, there was no way he could open it. The safe was locked with a combination lock. With his skills, he couldn't crack it. Wu Jiutian and Li Yuyan also didn't know how to pick locks.

Zhang Yong took out the radio. He casually placed it on the coffee table.

Li Yuyan's eyes lit up.

This is a radio! She knows it. She wants it.

Gu Yuting, who was hiding at the bottom of the stairs and watching the commotion, also had a flash of inspiration.

There was a radio.

It really was a Japanese spy!

This Zhang Yong really did catch a Japanese spy.

It was a done deal.

Anyway, how did he find out that Wei Jinfu was a Japanese spy? This guy is really something.

Wei Jinfu had been in Jinling for so long and no one had found out. Zhang Yong had only been here for a short time and he had dug him up.

'Me, me, me...'

Wei Jin-fu's face turned even paler when he saw Zhang Yong find the radio.

In fact, the radio should not have been in his home.

According to regulations, it should be kept separately. It must be kept somewhere else.

However, because nothing had happened for several years, Wei Jin-fu had become careless. He let his guard down. He hid the radio at home. This made it convenient to use.

Unexpectedly, his identity was suddenly revealed and the other party came looking for him. The radio was easily found.

Fortunately, he remembered to put the code book somewhere else.

However, it was also in this room. If you search carefully, you can find it.

Once the code book and the radio are found at the same time...

Wei Jin-fu didn't dare to imagine the consequences.

Fortunately, Zhang Yong didn't seem to be very interested in the radio. Instead, he pushed the safe in front of him.

'Open it.'

'I, I, I...'

'Don't tell me you don't know the combination...'

'I...'

'If I give the radio to the Restoration Society, you know what will happen.'

'No. I'll say it. I'll say it.'

Wei Jin-fu's forehead was sweating. Finally, he obediently opened the safe.

Zhang Yong looked down. His eyes immediately lit up.

My, there are a lot of gold bars in here. And so many greenbacks. And British pounds.

No wonder he's the boss of Wei Feng Silver. He really is rich.

He's made it!

He's made it!

I knew that going it alone would definitely be a good idea.

He casually took out the opaque cloth bag that he had prepared long ago. He emptied everything into the bag and then hid it in his personal space.

There was no rush to count the money. He could do that later when he had time.

Counting money was his happiest occupation in life.