Chapter 234: Gunfight

Zhongshan 7th Road has many studios.

Zhang Yong has been here before. But he didn't find anything.

There were no hidden Japanese. Instead, there were Japanese women in kimonos parading around.

They were all Japanese geishas. They seemed to be very popular here.

Not only do the Japanese like to patronise them, but many Chinese also like to do so. There is no sign of the tense Sino-Japanese atmosphere.

Japanese people who reveal their identity are not his type.

He hasn't been back since.

Unexpectedly, the location where Kumazo Takegawa confessed was actually here.

I also don't know what the owner of Mrs. King's Studio is really up to. Also, is Yukiguni's Mr. Ryukawa a pseudonym for Kumazo Takegawa? What's his real name?

Damn, he can't be called Rukawa Kaede. That would be a disgrace to the name. I could.

Soon, the car arrived outside Madame Jin's photography studio.

Zhongyang, Wu Liuji and the others got out of the car first and took up guard. They cordoned off the area.

Yang Zhi led the others into the studio and took a look around. Coming out.

'Captain, the boss isn't here. There are just two little girls inside. They're hired help. No one else was found.'

'I'll go in and take a look.'

Zhang Yong nodded. He checked his pistol and then entered cautiously.

There were indeed only two little girls in the studio. They were looking at them nervously, their faces pale and tense.

'Where is your boss?'

'He's gone out...'

'When will he be back?'

'I don't know...'

'A Mr. Ryuukawa from the Snow Country left something with you, do you know anything about it?'

'Yes. It's in the storage room.'

'Oh?'

Zhang Yong's eyes lit up.

He had thought he would have made a wasted trip. He had never expected them to know.

Good. It seemed he was in luck.

'Take us in.'

'We don't have the key to the storage room...'

'Where is the key?'

'Boss...'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong frowned.

He was about to break the lock. Who knew when the boss would be back?

At that moment, Wu Liupi's shouting could be heard outside, 'What do you do? Stop!'

followed by a female voice, 'I'm the boss...'

Zhang Yong turned around and went out.

Then he saw a familiar figure.

Well, actually, he didn't really want to see the other person. Yan Ruizhi.

Unexpectedly, she was actually the owner of the studio.

No wonder she was able to get into the Japanese Consulate. It was probably the cover identity that worked.

She, a woman from the Dagger Society, was actually stationed in Jinling?

At this moment, Yan Ruzi also saw Zhang Yong. She frowned. It seemed that she was also reluctant to see him. 'Is that you?'

'Let her come over,' Zhang Yong waved his hand at Wu Liuqi.

Wu Liuqi stepped aside.

Yan Ruzi's eyebrows furrowed slightly as she walked over in small steps.

Zhang Yong silently looked at the other person. Yan Ruzi also silently looked at him.

'What are you doing here?' She still frowned.

'I came to pick up something. It was left here by Mr. Nagare from the snowy country,' Zhang Yong said calmly.

'Just take it and go. Don't get in the way of my business.'

'Understood,'

Zhang Yong nodded.

Cut it out. Like I want to bother you.

Last time you were inside the Japanese Consulate and almost screwed me over. I haven't even found you to settle the score yet.

I'm just too soft-hearted. I can't stand beautiful women. I'm a lecher.

If you were a man,

Damn it, when will this damn problem be fixed?

But he had to admit that this woman was beautiful and mature, and her every move had a charm of its own.

For someone like him, who had little control, it was a fatal temptation.

Fortunately, there were many people around, and he resisted.

'Come in with me!'

'Okay!'

Yan Ruzi led Zhang Yong into the photo studio.

The storage room was at the back of the studio. It was in a corner. Outside, there were piles of miscellaneous items.

She took out the key and opened the storage room. Inside were many boxes.

Big and small, different shapes. But they were all neatly arranged.

'What's this...'

'I'm storing some things for a friend.'

'Is Kumazo Takekawa also your friend?'

'Who?'

'Mr. Rukawa from the snowy country.'

'Yes.'

'The kind that charges money?'

'Why? One silver dollar a month, is that expensive?'

'Isn't the Little Knife Society against all foreigners?'

'Japanese people are not foreigners.'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong was at a loss for words.

It seemed, seemed, seemed, that there was some truth in what he said?

In the minds of some Chinese people, Japanese people really don't belong in the 'foreigners' category.

Only those with blond hair and blue eyes are foreigners.

This leads to a lot of problems.

It seems acceptable for foreigners to invade.

When the Eight-Power Allied Forces invaded in the past, many Chinese people helped them.

But not the Japanese.

The Japanese are not foreigners. So, if they invade us, we won't accept it.

Foreigners can invade. But you Japanese are not allowed to. Some people's logical thinking is just so crude.

And for the Xiaodao Society, to extend it, all foreigners deserve to die. But the Japanese are not included.

Damn...

It's so complicated. I'd rather not think about it.

Find the box stored by Kumazo Takekawa.

It is a tin box. Specially made. The tin seems very thick. There is a bare wire tied around the outside. The wire is removed. The box is lifted out.

The box has a combination lock. It is a six-digit combination. It is not easy to break open by force.

It was sloppy. I did not ask Kumazo Takegawa for the combination.

The box is put down and the combination is tried. It does not work. It is not right after many attempts.

I do not give up. I continue to try. There is plenty of time anyway.

Yan Ruzi really wanted to get rid of him. But in the end, she remained silent.

Ten minutes...

Half an hour...

Finally, Zhang Yong gave up.

He couldn't guess the combination. No matter how many combinations he tried, none of them were right. He was just unlucky.

But it didn't matter, he would have plenty of time to deal with it when he got back. Exhaustive search. Or torture Wu Chuan Xiong San. He would be able to figure it out. If all else failed, he could just break it open with a sledgehammer.

'Why don't you go back and deal with it?'

'That's fine.'

'If nothing else comes up, you'd better not bother me.'

'Miss, you won't be stationed in Jinling, will you?'

'What am I getting in your way?'

'If you're stationed here, then maybe we'll have business dealings.'

'Whatever!'

Yan Ruzi frowned. Then she threw her hands up in the air.

Zhang Yong carried the metal suitcase and turned to go out. The suitcase was heavy. It felt like it was weighing on his hands.

Could it be that it was full of silver taels?

That's a pity. If it's silver dollars, there can't be many.

A person can carry at most 5,000 silver dollars. If there were more, they definitely couldn't lift it. Never mind. A few thousand silver dollars isn't a waste of a trip.

He carried the suitcase and walked out of the studio. Suddenly, a red dot appeared at the edge of the map in his mind.

He looked up subconsciously. At the end of his line of sight, did someone appear carrying a long cloth bag? It seemed that there was a long, straight object inside the cloth bag?

He judged the movement of the red dot. It seemed to be that guy.

Oh no...

Zhang Yong suddenly realised that something was wrong.

Was this a trap?

Could it be that the person was carrying a rifle?

He felt a chill run down his spine.

No, he couldn't take any chances. He had to intercept that person.

'Wu Liuqi!'

'Yes!'

'Go, arrest that person!'

'Which one?'

'The one carrying the cloth bag.'

'Yes!'

Wu Liuqi locked onto his target. He immediately led his men forward.

However, the distance was too great. It was more than 100 metres away. By the time they had rushed over, the target had already disappeared into the side street.

However, the red dot showed that the target had not gone far. It seemed to be hovering in place?

Study the layers carefully. The target was found going upstairs.

Damn!

It really was a trap.

That guy was an ambushing gunman.

He wanted to occupy the commanding heights. And then shoot from a high position.

'Enemy!'

'At 9 o'clock!'

'The enemy has a long gun!'

'Everyone, take cover!'

Zhang Yong shouted.

His blood was rushing to his head.

This was the first time he had encountered such a scene.

He was very nervous.

He felt sweat breaking out all over his body.

There was an enemy ambushing him from 100 metres away.

The target was himself!

The other party had a gun. It was a long gun.

Damn it. He had been tricked by Takeshi Kumo. This guy wanted to kill him.

He hurriedly took cover behind a stone wall.

The stone wall is made of granite. Very sturdy. Bullets shouldn't be able to penetrate it.

The important thing is that, from the red dot's perspective, the enemy shouldn't be able to see him.

However, just as he feels safe, a second red dot appears. It's coming from five o'clock.

Suddenly, he feels terrible.

Another gunman.

Shit. This really is a trap. Or rather, a two-way ambush.

Hiding behind the stone wall shields him from the first gunman. But it just so happens that it exposes him to the second gunman.

What's worse, from his angle, he can't see the second shooter.

He can only see the red dot moving. But he can't identify the target. He dares not leave the stone wall either.

If a shot comes from behind...

'Pop!'

Just then, the gun went off.

It was very sharp. It sounded like an old-fashioned rifle.

Shit!

It really was a long gun.

As soon as the gun went off, everyone immediately became nervous. They were on full alert.

The problem was, they couldn't see the enemy!

'Zhongyang! There's another one over there! Behind you, to your left!'

'What?'

Zhongyang was taken aback.

There were actually two enemies? And they were forming a pincer movement?

Shit!

'Follow me!'

But he wasn't afraid.

There were so many people, they couldn't possibly take you out, a Japanese spy. So what if you have a gun?

The problem was, he couldn't tell the Japanese spies apart.

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

Gunshots came from behind.

It was the sound of a Browning pistol.

Wu Liuji and the others must have opened fire. A scuffle ensued.

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

More gunshots rang out.

They must be attacking the target. I hope everything goes well.

'Qin Lishan!'

'Here!'

'Can you use a rifle?'

'Tong Luohan can.'

'Who?'

'Tong Luohan.'

Qin Lishan pointed to a dark, skinny companion next to him.

He was also from the 21st Division. He was a pretty good shot. But there were so many people at the selection process that Zhang Yong didn't remember.

'Tong Luohan, go get the long rifle!'

'Yes!'

'The Lu Wang's men are also good shots.'

'Go get the rifles!'

Zhang Yong then arranged for two people to go get the rifles.

The rifles were on the truck. They weren't carried with them. Because there was rarely an opportunity to use them. Only two were brought.

Who would have thought that rifles would ever be needed here!

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

The gunfire from behind was intense.

But no more rifle shots were heard. It was assumed that the target had been suppressed.

In a short-range firefight, rifles are definitely no match for pistols.

'Boom...'

Suddenly, there was an explosion.

Was it a grenade?

"Bang!'

'Bang!'

Then, there was the chaotic sound of pistols again.

After a moment, the red dot disappeared.

Zhang Yong suddenly felt relieved. Huh? Did he get rid of it? Did the Japanese soldier die?

Damn, that's good. He got rid of it.

Wu Liuji is a brutal guy, and he doesn't care about his life in battle. It was also very effective.

The target disappeared. There is no longer any threat from the rear.

'Get out!'

'The enemy behind us is dead!'

'Follow me!'

Zhang Yong quickly sprinted forward.

The Japanese soldier from five o'clock has already come within 100 metres.

Zhang Yong hides behind a building and observes quietly.

Good, the other guy is also armed with a long gun. He is also concealing it with a long cloth bag.

It's exaggerated.

Where did it come from? Why did it come so promptly? Was it arranged long ago?

It triggered some kind of signal. And then the pincer movement began?

Is Yan Ruzi suspicious?

At this time, Tong Luohan and Lu Wang came over with rifles.

They were all brand new Mauser 98K rifles. They had been imported from Germany. They were mainly equipped with the 87th and 88th divisions. The Fuxing Society also got hold of some.

'Tong Luohan!'

'Yes!'

'See that guy? The one with the cloth bag.'

'Yes.'

'Kill him.'

'Now?'

'Yes. If you can, kill him. Now!'

'Yes!'

Tong Luohan dropped to one knee, took aim.

Bang!

A shot went off.

The target swayed for a moment and then fell.

A few seconds later, the red dot disappeared.

Zhang Yong let out another sigh of relief.

It was done.

He immediately took out $5 and slipped it directly into Tong Luohan's hand.

This was a reward.

It was given on the spot.

'Go!'

Zhong Yang immediately led his men to pounce.

Sure enough, the man had been killed.

The cloth bag was opened, and inside was indeed a rifle. But it wasn't just any Type 38 rifle.

'It's a Type 44 rifle.'

'A rifle used exclusively by Japanese cavalry,'

Yang Zhi quickly identified it. This type of rifle is relatively short. It's easy to carry.

Speaking of the history of the Type 44 rifle, it's actually more than 20 years old. However, it is a rifle used exclusively by cavalry. The quantity is very small. It is relatively rare.

At this time, Wu Liuji also returned with his men. His face looked a bit unpleasant.

'What's the situation?'

'We lost a brother. Damn. The son of a bitch is really good at marksmanship.'

'Ah...'

Zhang Yong's face fell.

Damn it. It really is impressive.

However, he had to accept the result.

The Japanese had guns in their hands and were well-trained, so it was inevitable that they would make sacrifices.

'Where is he?'

'Here.'

Zhang Yong walked over.

The one who sacrificed was a veteran. It seems his surname was Wang?

Yes. It was Wang. He was selected by him during the selection of wall-running. He had excellent jumping ability.

Unfortunately...

The bullet entered through the chest.

It was a precise shot.

One shot killed him.

Alas...

Damn the Japanese spies. Damn the Nan-Kuan organisation. They were all masters.

At the moment, China and Japan have not yet officially gone to war. Sacrifices have already begun. Two years later, when the War of Resistance against Japan broke out, even more people from the military intelligence would die. At that time, there would be a steady stream of such tragic news.

What should be done?

One can only adapt. One can only accept.

The battle against the Japanese invaders will always be the most brutal. Sacrifices will be made at any time.

But!

Are you afraid? No!

With the sacrifice comes great ambition, and we dare to teach the sun and the moon a new world!