Chapter 302: Warehouse, Diesel

Late at night. Li Jingzhi heard movement outside.

She carefully got up. Quietly opened the door. Watched a dark figure walk in the distance.

It was a field agent from the Fuxing Society. Fully armed. Moving quickly.

Looking at the watch Zhang Yong gave her, 1am. A new day had begun.

Used to going on missions in the middle of the night.

'What are they going to do?' Shen Dong'er has never seen it before.

'Carry out a mission,' Li Jingzhi replies.

'What kind of mission?'

'You should ask him.'

'I dare not...'

'Even if you ask, he won't tell you. They go out in the middle of the night, so it's all top secret. Don't ask questions you shouldn't. Go back and read the secrecy regulations.'

'I'm sorry,'

Shen Dong'er shrinks back into the quilt.

Li Jingzhi closes the door too. She says a quiet prayer. She hopes he'll be safe.

Zhang Yong certainly didn't want anything to happen to himself either.

So he brought plenty of manpower. Three small teams set out together. Two teams stayed at the office on standby, ready to provide reinforcements at any time.

Among the personnel dispatched, they brought Thompsons, rifles, grenades, and two Czech-style light machine guns. Hmm. One feels like it's not quite enough firepower. Bring two spares.

If they really encounter Japanese soldiers blocking their path, there's no question, just come straight up and suppress them with the light machine guns.

Oh yes, and there are also two mortars.

The mortar squad that we borrowed from the garrison headquarters has returned its personnel. But the mortars, we didn't return.

Anyway, it seems that the RPF can use mortars on their own.

The basic operation is very simple.

As for whether it can hit accurately, it is a matter of training and actual combat. If you fire a lot, you will naturally become accurate.

'To the pier!'

'Yes!'

The convoy quickly set out.

They moved through the streets like ghosts in the dark, all the way to the wharf.

Soon, the Wusongkou wharf came into view.

The wharf was under the jurisdiction of the inspection team, and they hurriedly reported it.

Zhang Yong was in no hurry. He waited for the head of the inspection team, Yuan Zheng, to show up. This guy was someone Zhou Yang had introduced him to before.

Since they were acquaintances, he didn't force his way in. Otherwise, there would be no need to show any respect.

It so happened that Yuan Zheng slept at the wharf that night. When he heard that it was someone from the Fuxing Society, he hurriedly got up. Without bothering to wash his face, he ran out with all due haste.

'Captain Zhang...'

'Captain Yuan...'

Zhang Yong greeted the other man with a smile.

Yuan Zheng, however, was very nervous. The guys Zhang Yong had brought with him were all intimidating.

He had even brought a light machine gun. What was the point of this?

Did he feel like disarming their inspection team?

He accidentally saw two mortars again. His heart was pounding in his chest. Damn. They even brought mortars? Is this the rhythm of war?

'Secret mission.'

'This...'

'Captain Yuan, it's none of your business. We'll leave immediately after completing the mission. Control your people and don't tell anyone.'

'Yes...'

Yuan Zheng felt the pressure increase.

Damn. He was most afraid of these secret missions.

Because it often involves the struggles of various big shots.

He is an inspection team leader, and certainly has some background. However, in the eyes of those high-level big shots, he is just an ant! They can crush him at will!

He dares not ask.

He dares not speak.

In a hurry, he gave the order to let them go.

'Go!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

The convoy entered the dock warehouse area in an orderly manner.

'Twenty-three...'

'Twenty-nine...'

Zhang Yong designated two warehouses.

Both were provided by Nightingale. Nightingale is very cunning.

The information she provides is accurate. But it has little economic value. It is obvious that she is playing a game of wits with Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong is in no hurry. Any meat is good enough. He will take whatever comes his way.

'Hurry!'

'Bring the sledgehammer!'

'Hurry!'

Wu Liuqi and Yang Zhi immediately led their men to surround the two warehouses. Then they began to pick the locks.

In the end, they failed to pick the lock with their skills. So they used the sledgehammer.

They smashed it directly. There was a loud clanging sound.

Yuan Zheng watched from afar, his heart sinking.

Of course he knew whose warehouses they were. They belonged to Zhang Xiaolin. Usually they wouldn't dare to touch them.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yong came and directly targeted these two warehouses.

Secret missions are really deadly. It really is the big guys wrestling with each other.

What?

Zhang Yong took matters into his own hands?

Nonsense!

Yuan Zheng is not that naive.

A small team leader of the Fuxing Society would dare to go head-to-head with Zhang Xiaolin?

You're joking.

Someone must have given him the order behind his back.

Perhaps it was the big boss of the Fuxing Society. He wants to crack down on Zhang Xiaolin.

This aggressive attitude clearly shows that he wants Zhang Xiaolin's goods.

He wants to make a phone call. But he dares not.

Between the Fuxing Society and Zhang Xiaolin, Yuan Zheng has chosen the Fuxing Society.

Civilians and officials fighting?

That's naive.

He knows all too well from the Lu Xiaojia incident last time.

Even a big shot like Huang Jinrong is nothing in front of the son of a small warlord. Not to mention a terror like the Fuxing Society?

"Boom!'

'Boom!'

The big iron lock was smashed open.

The heavy iron door was opened. Then pushed open.

A strange smell came.

It's the smell of diesel.

Zhang Xiaolin has stockpiled a large quantity of diesel in this warehouse.

The figure provided by the Nightingale is 1,500 barrels. But she doesn't know if there are any discrepancies. She hasn't been here herself.

How much is this diesel worth? It fluctuates a lot. At least 30,000 taels of silver.

Of course, it needs to be resold.

But it doesn't matter if it isn't resold. The Fuxing Society can use it themselves.

Fuel is and will remain a scarce commodity. After the war starts, the demand for fuel will increase even more.

How did the Japanese navy lose the war?

The main reason was that they didn't have enough fuel.

How did the Germans lose the war?

Not having enough oil was also a very important reason.

The RCCK...

Oh, the RCCK also needs a lot of fuel if it wants to grow and develop.

At that time, all the trucks burned diesel.

The middlemen also hoarded diesel. Because diesel is relatively safe.

If it's petrol, then it's very dangerous. It's flammable and explosive. If you're not careful, it can blow people up.

After counting, there were indeed 1,500 barrels of diesel.

Zhang Yong was not going to take the diesel out and sell it. He was going to take it straight back to the Fuxing Society.

There was a reason for this.

If you take all the diesel back to the Fuxing Society for your own use, that's selfless.

Even if the head of the department knew, he would not say anything. After all, Zhang Yong is not putting it in his own pocket. He is doing it for the benefit of the entire Fuxing Society.

No one can find fault with that.

You Zhang Xiaolin are selling diesel, and you have the nerve to complain?

Even if Zhang Xiaolin finds someone to complain behind his back, no one dares to speak up.

Unless they want to die.

Of course, it would be even better if someone else got involved.

He now has a very good ally – the Garrison Command. As long as they are willing to get involved, Zhang Xiaolin dares not fart.

'Captain Yuan, may I use your phone?'

'Please!'

Zhang Yong calls the Garrison Command.

There is so much diesel, I guess the Garrison Command also needs it. It depends on whether they dare to accept it.

If they accept it, they will be accomplices in any future incidents.

Of course, there is definitely nothing to worry about.

The Fuxing Society has already taken the lead, and the Garrison Command is picking up the slack. What's the problem?

"Get Lieutenant Zhou.'

'Hold on.'

Soon afterwards, Zhou Yang picked up the phone.

This guy also worked the night shift a lot. It was indeed hard work.

'Shaolong. What's up?'

'I'm at the Wusongkou dock. We raided one of Zhang Xiaolin's warehouses. There are 1,500 barrels of diesel fuel. Do you want it or not? If you do, we'll give you 500 barrels. Free of charge. If not, we'll take it all.'

'You raided one of Zhang Xiaolin's warehouses?'

'Yes,'

Zhang Yong answered unequivocally.

Yes, it was our Rensheng Society that did it.

Yes! We targeted Zhang Xiaolin.

I can tell you unequivocally that if there is any risk, our Rensheng Society will bear the brunt. Or all of it.

If Zhang Xiaolin wants to retaliate, he will come after the Rensheng Society.

'Wait a minute.'

Zhou Yang pressed the microphone down for the time being.

Presumably to consult Commander Qian?

Or maybe not. Such a trivial matter may not necessarily go to Commander Qian. But someone definitely had to make a decision.

Soon after, Zhou Yang let go of the microphone.

'Yes.'

'That's fine. I'll send someone to deliver it to you.'

'No need. I'll send a convoy to take it away.'

'That's fine too.'

Zhang Yong nodded.

It seems that the Garrison Command is happy to get involved. And they're not afraid of Zhang Xiaolin finding out.

Or perhaps they deliberately want Zhang Xiaolin to know.

Perhaps the Garrison Command has been unhappy with Zhang Xiaolin recently, so they want to give him a good scolding.

They sent a military truck directly to take away the diesel. This was a clear message to Zhang Xiaolin: We, the Garrison Command, are involved in this matter. You better behave yourself!

Hang up the phone.

Yuan Zheng's heart sank.

With the involvement of the Garrison Command, Zhang Xiaolin definitely wouldn't dare say anything.

Even if he suffered a great loss, he would have to bear it.

'Captain Zhang...'

'This Zhang Xiaolin has colluded with the Japanese. The Japanese have ratted him out.'

'Ah, that bastard!'

Yuan Zheng immediately expressed righteous indignation, as if he wanted to kill Zhang Xiaolin immediately.

As if he had never accepted Zhang Xiaolin's benefits before.

As if the warehouse did not belong to Wusongkou Wharf at all. He had no idea at all.

Zhang Yong: ...

Haha, this guy's acting skills.

Awesome!

I'm convinced.

I still have to learn from him.

In these chaotic times, who the hell doesn't go out with a dozen faces?

Change your face for this person. Change your face for that person.

Change with ease. Silky and smooth.

What if you can't do it? Sorry, you'll be eliminated by history.

'Boom!'

'Boom!'

Over there, Warehouse 29 has also been forcefully opened.

A very unpleasant smell is also coming from inside. Diesel fuel here too. More than in Warehouse 23.

Zhang Yong nods thoughtfully.

The nightingale is good.

This piece of information is very useful.

But...

is still a drop in the bucket for Zhang Xiaolin.

Zhang Xiaolin has been able to become one of the big bosses on the Shanghai waterfront, and the wealth he has accumulated is definitely measured in the tens of millions.

It could even be hundreds of millions.

Such a fat whale is not going to be eaten up in no time.

In other words, if you want to completely squeeze the juice out of Zhang Xiaolin, you still have to keep working hard. But with the help of the Nightingale, it doesn't seem too difficult.

There is one prerequisite, and that is that you don't die...

Suddenly, a car pulled up outside. The headlights were very bright.

It was Zhang Xiaolin's men.

Zhang Yong didn't need to look to know that someone had tipped off Zhang Xiaolin.

He turned to look at Yuan Zheng.

Yuan Zheng's face suddenly turned white, and he hurriedly said, 'It wasn't me, it wasn't me! It really wasn't me!'

'You have capable people working for you!' Zhang Yong remained calm.

'I'll go back and get rid of them!' Yuan Zheng hurriedly expressed his determination.

He hadn't ratted him out.

However, Zhang Xiaolin's men knew. Someone in his ranks must have ratted.

In other words, Zhang Xiaolin had planted a mole in his ranks. Someone who could replace Yuan Zheng if necessary. Yuan Zheng was naturally unhappy. A purge was inevitable.

'Stop!'

'Stop the car!'

The men from the inspection team yelled.

However, the car did not stop. Instead, it accelerated.

'Qin Lishan!'

'Fire!'

Zhang Yong ordered without hesitation.

Rush the car?

Trying to rush up and shoot?

Haha.

'Da-da-da...'

'Da-da-da...'

Two machine guns roared. Two bursts of bullets went past.

A moment later, the car was out of control and crashing around. It rolled around on the ground. Then it crashed heavily into a wall.

'Boom...'

Then the car caught fire and burned.

No one got out of the car. They must have all been killed by the light machine gun.

It was a light machine gun. Not a submachine gun.

'Boom...'

Then there was a deafening explosion.

Zhang Yong instinctively crouched down.

Shit, what an explosion?

So violent?

Was there a bomb in the car?

Damn!

That was ruthless!

But I'm not stupid!

I was wise to bring the light machine gun. I'll finish you off from a distance!

Come if you're not afraid to die!

As a result...

A large number of lights came from afar.

Zhang Yong immediately ordered the mortars to prepare.

Come on!

Come if you're not afraid to die!

I'll kill everyone!