Blindfold the Japanese spy.
Then drag him to the bathroom. Tie him to a chair.
Pull his hands out. Then let the blood drip from his wrists.
Put a wooden basin under it.
'Drip!'
'Drip!'
Blood drops keep dripping.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yong quietly unscrewed the tap next to him a little.
The water drops were also dripping drop by drop.
Soon, the blood drops gradually coagulated and stopped dripping. But the water drops were still dripping.
'Drip, drip!'
'Drip, drip!'
Very rhythmic. Very regular.
It was also very quiet around them. They could hear every drop clearly.
Everyone around looked at each other, not knowing what Zhang Yong was going to do. Zhang Yong motioned for them to be quiet, then told them all to leave.
What was he going to do?
He didn't know either. It was from a past life.
It was said that this would make the other person think they were bleeding, and then have a nervous breakdown.
It was said to be a form of psychological warfare.
Would it work? He didn't know. It didn't feel like it would work. But it wouldn't hurt to try. Even if it didn't work, it didn't seem like there was much to lose.
'I'm leaving,' Zhu Yuan hurriedly said,
He didn't want to get involved too deeply.
He sensed that Zhang Yong was playing a very risky game.
On one side was the Tang family, and on the other side were the crazy Japanese. Both were heavyweights.
When two heavyweights collided, Zhang Yong was caught in the middle, and if he wasn't careful, he would be crushed to pieces. He, Zhu Yuan, couldn't afford that.
'Okay. I'll see you tonight.'
'Tonight...'
'What? Something's come up?'
'Liu Xi is busy...'
'That's fine. Some other time then!'
'Okay!'
Zhu Yuan hurried off.
As he walked, he looked around carefully.
He left quickly only after making sure that there was nothing unusual.
'This guy...'
Zhang Yong muttered to himself.
It was clear that Zhu Yuan was not as carefree as he appeared.
It was understandable. The constable had a good job. There was no risk involved. Why did he have to do it?
How many people are willing to step outside their comfort zone?
In contrast, their lives in the Rensheng Society were a life of blood and danger. Especially him, he must be a prime target for the Japanese. They want to kill him at any time.
Alas, a man of such a hard fate!
He can only take things one step at a time.
He will fight back as best he can. When the Japanese come, he will only have to kill.
'Yang Zhi!'
began to prepare for the attack.
It is not easy to arrest someone at the Club Cosmopolite on Xiafei Road. He must plan it out.
A frontal assault is probably not a good idea. We just need to lure Yan Ruzi out.
If she really is at the Club des Nations, Zhang Yong can go in and take a look around. If she sees him, she'll definitely come out after him.
As long as Yan Ruzi follows him out, everything will be fine...
Suddenly someone reports, 'Captain, it seems that the Japanese spy wants to talk...'
'Huh?' Zhang Yong is taken aback.
He looks at his watch. It's only been half an hour! Has the Japanese spy already cracked?
No way! It can't be! It's only been half an hour and they've already cracked? No way. This isn't some brilliant interrogation strategy.
'It seems to be true...'
'I'll go and have a look.'
Zhang Yong walked over half-believing.
He tiptoed. Noiselessly.
The whole thing was just creepy.
Sure enough, the Japanese spy was struggling weakly, and the expression on his face seemed to indicate that he really did want to speak.
So he tried to take the rag out of his mouth. The other person immediately collapsed.
It felt like all the bones in his body had been extracted.
He was puzzled.
He didn't take off the black cloth in front of the other person's eyes.
'Tick-tock!'
'Tick-tock!'
The faucet was still dripping.
Could the Japanese spy not withstand such a simple trick?
It had only been half an hour...
'I'll talk, I'll talk, just stop the bleeding for me, stop the bleeding...'
'You talk.'
'It's Takeshi Kishida, Kishida...'
'You're wrong. It should be Fumio Kishida, right?'
'It's Takeshi. Takeshi...
'Oh.'
Zhang Yong stopped talking.
The person he met before was Fumio Kishida. He was later killed by himself.
Now there is a Takeshi Kishida, could they be brothers? This Japanese spy is also fanatical enough to come in groups. It's just as well to get rid of them all at once.
'Where is he?'
'Hongkou Tianlong Martial Arts School.'
'Besides Fumio Kishida, were there any others?'
'Kawashima Yoshiko...'
'Her?'
Zhang Yong was a little surprised.
This kidnapping case actually involved Kawashima Yoshiko?
Pretending not to be impressed,
he didn't pursue the matter.
'What is your purpose for coming here?'
'To take the hostage away.'
'Where to?'
'Kasai Road, the Yoon residence.'
'And then?'
'Wait for further instructions. The hostages cannot be kept in one place for more than three days.'
'Who owns the Yin Mansion?'
'Yin Taeseok...'
'Who?'
'He's a Korean. He works for us.'
'Who is inside the Yin Mansion?'
'Miss Kawashima Yoshiko is waiting for me there...'
'Oh?'
Zhang Yong's eyes lit up.
Kawashima Yoshiko is at the Yin Mansion on Avenue Joffre?
Good!
Kill her immediately.
Don't worry about anything else. Just go in and shoot.
Shoot until she's a bloody mess.
This female traitor. It's a pity if she doesn't die a thousand deaths. Now that I've run into her, I definitely won't give her the chance to live.
'What else happened?'
'I can't remember...'
'Take your time.'
Zhang Yong pressed his hand on the Japanese spy's wrist. He pretended to stop the bleeding. Then he quietly turned off the tap.
The sound of dripping stopped. The Japanese spy gradually regained some of his vitality. But Zhang Yong still did not remove the black cloth in front of his eyes. He continued to let him live in darkness.
He quietly left.
He called Tang Shengbao.
It was time to test him. He still had the nerve to boast. Saying that he knew everything. Haha.
'Yin Taishi, do you know this person?'
'The president of the Korean Chamber of Commerce.'
'Avenue Joffre, Yin Mansion, do you know it?'
'Yes. I pass by.'
'Good!'
Zhang Yong nodded.
He turned to Yang Zhi and gave him orders. They were ready to move.
The distance from here to Avenue Joffre was relatively far. They needed transportation.
It was troublesome to carry weapons in a car. It would be best to get a few cars.
How?
Well...
Secretly...
Anyway, they handed it over to Yang Zhi to handle.
Yang Zhi immediately led someone to go.
Suddenly, the map showed a small blue dot cutting in.
A thought occurred to him. Could it be that Zhou Wancan had returned?
Without making a sound, he went to the window and saw a rickshaw pull up outside. It stopped nearby. Someone got out. It was Zhou Wancan.
Zhang Yong silently opened the door. 'What? Any news?'
'I know where the weapons and ammunition are being delivered...'
'Xiafei Road, Yin Mansion?'
'Yes...'
Zhou Wanchan suddenly felt that something was wrong. How did Zhang Yong know?
Zhang Yong gestured to him to be quiet. He took him to the bathroom. He made him watch the decadent Japanese spy. Then he walked out.
Zhou Wanchan was puzzled.
This is...
'This Japanese spy has confessed that the kidnapping was planned by Fumio Kishida and Kawashima Yoshiko...'
'Kawashima Yoshiko? That woman?'
'Yes.'
Zhang Yong nodded.
Zhou Wanchan frowned.
'Kawashima Yoshiko is currently at the Yin Mansion on Avenue de Friedland. I'm going to go and kill her.'
'She won't be alone. Can you handle it?'
'I have to try.'
Zhang Yong's attitude was very firm.
This was such a rare opportunity, he had to kill as many people as possible.
Even if he couldn't kill Kawashima Yoshiko, he had to scare her. So that she would never be arrogant again.
Suddenly, a strange thought came to mind—
If Kawashima Yoshiko has appeared, has Nanzo Unko also appeared?
In spy dramas, Nanzo Unko is very pretty. Even though I know she is a Japanese spy, I can't help but stare at her.
Alas...
Damn lustful heart...
But I feel only extreme disgust towards Kawashima Yoshiko.
I will kill her immediately when I meet her.
Soon, Yang Zhi and the others returned with a car. We set off immediately.