Chapter 303: Beat to death

The light enters the 200-meter range.

A red dot appears on the map.

Zhang Yong's first reaction is that Duan Tiansheng has come. This guy is Japanese.

If it's Duan Tiansheng who's come, it's just as well to get rid of him.

Raise the binoculars to observe.

At the same time, hide nimbly behind the cover.

Safety first.

The big show hasn't started yet, so one must be careful.

In any case, one must survive until 7th July 37, the day the system is activated.

Who knows what benefits there will be when the system is activated?

What if there are hundreds of atomic bombs? Hehe...

'Captain, it's Zhang Xiaolin's men.'

'I see. Qin Lishan, fire! Shoot to kill!'

'Understood!'

Qin Lishan promised. He pulled the trigger.

A barrage of bullets shot towards the convoy. They hit the car at the front with pinpoint accuracy.

Blood splattered from the car. The person sitting in the front was killed instantly. The car lost control.

'Boom...'

The car crashed. There was an explosion and a fire.

But it wasn't as fierce as before. This meant that there were no additional bombs attached to the car.

There was definitely something wrong with the car before.

Damn, what era is this, and they dare to play with car bombs?

But wait...

Seems like this tactic worked well against the Japanese.

Set off a car bomb and drive it into the Japanese-occupied area of Hongkou. Then jump out of the car and crash into it.

Boom!

The Japanese invaders fly into the sky!

Perfect.

It's cheap, effective and can be replicated over and over again.

The killing effect may not be as good as it could be now. But when the Japanese occupy Songhu, this kind of car bomb will be super useful.

Switching to bombing the devils.

One blast, a dozen dead.

By then, there will be broken-down cars everywhere. Just fix them up a bit and they'll be good to go. Put a few dozen kilograms of explosives in the car. Hehe...

'Son of a bitch!'

Duan Tiansheng hurriedly ordered the car to stop.

He didn't expect Zhang Yong to be so ruthless. Just open fire.

Use the light machine gun.

The heavy bullets used in light machine guns are extremely lethal.

No car can withstand the firing of a light machine gun. Even bulletproof glass is not enough.

Those expensive bulletproof cars can only protect against close-range fire from handguns and submachine guns. They can only protect against handgun bullets. They definitely cannot protect against rifle bullets.

'Da-da-da...'

'Da-da-da...'

The submachine guns continued to fire.

Duan Tiansheng felt something was wrong. He hurriedly jumped out of the car. He crouched down in the next depression.

He could only see the bullets whizzing past.

The car was easily pierced. People were constantly being killed and injured.

Duan Tiansheng's men who were quick to react hurriedly jumped out of the car. They each found a place to hide.

Those who were slow to react...

died directly in the car.

Fortunately, Zhang Yong only had two submachine guns.

They used 20-round magazines. The capacity was very limited. After they were used up, they had to be replaced.

In fact, each submachine gun only had five magazines. That is, 100 rounds of ammunition. After they were used up, they had to be replaced. They had to borrow ammunition from other people's rifles.

'Go!'

'Go!'

Fortunately, Duan Tiansheng didn't dare to hold out.

Just kidding. Everyone else had brought out their submachine guns. What would you use to fight back? You're going to use a machine gun too?

Frankly, Zhang Xiaolin didn't lack machine guns.

However, once a machine gun was used to fight back against the Fuxing Society, it would no longer be a normal dispute.

It would be a rebellion.

The other side would directly send in the army to suppress the rebellion.

They couldn't win.

They simply couldn't win.

The best strategy is to retreat.

They fled.

'Boom...'

An explosion came from behind them.

Another car was blown up from a distance.

When the others saw this, they were terrified and fled in a panic, following Duan Tiansheng.

'Stop shooting!'

'Stop shooting!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand. Don't waste the bullets.

Damn, this is another lesson learned. Each machine gun carries 100 rounds of ammunition, but that's not enough.

Looks like next time we'll take at least 500 rounds. Just fill the sacks directly and put a few sacks of loose bullets on the truck. We can replenish them at any time.

That's what safety first means.

'Go!'

'Go!'

Wu Liuqi led the men up to check.

They found that all the enemies had already fled. Only the wounded and the dead were left behind.

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

Without saying a word, they immediately replenished the ammunition.

Send them to the hospital? There's no such thing. They're not members of the Fuxing Society.

Kill them all. Then count them.

In total, 17 were killed. Nine by machine gun. Eight later.

Zhang Yong came to Yuan Zheng's side.

'Captain Yuan, thank you for your hard work.'

'I, I...'

'Please take care of the aftermath.'

'Yes, yes...'

For a moment, Yuan Zheng's hands and feet went numb. His mind went blank.

He was stunned. Literally.

He, the inspection team leader, had never seen such a tragic scene.

It was a massacre!

Machine guns were used. You could see how ruthless they were.

Everyone said that the Fuxing Society was ruthless. But before now, Yuan Zheng had never seen it with his own eyes. Now he finally knew.

Ruthless...

Really ruthless...

It wasn't a matter of killing people.

It was an attitude of complete indifference. Zhang Xiaolin was treated like nothing.

He killed a dozen people without batting an eyelid. He didn't even bother disposing of the bodies. He even made their inspection team responsible.

Arrogant...

Really. So arrogant...

Zhang Yong is definitely the first person to dare to take down Zhang Xiaolin so openly in Shanghai.

Luckily, it was late at night. There were no outsiders. Otherwise, I'm afraid the headlines in tomorrow's newspapers will be lively. There are always some fearless reporters who will blow the whistle on these things.

What will Zhang Xiaolin's response be?

I don't know.

But he definitely won't be happy about it.

He's been screwed over by the Fuxing Society. He'll definitely want to get his revenge.

Zhang Xiaolin is also very ruthless and cold-blooded. What kind of revenge will he seek? I can't say. The top brass of the Fuxing Society will certainly be fine. But Zhang Yong himself...

'What's the matter? Scared?' Zhang Yong smiles and pats Yuan Zheng on the shoulder.

'I... I...' Yuan Zheng is full of bitterness.

What can he say?

What dare he say?

'It's fine. I was scared when I first arrived too. I even peed my pants,' Zhang Yong said frankly, 'but then I experienced more and gradually became less afraid.'

Yuan Zheng tried hard to force a smile. He said he had learned his lesson. But inside, he said, I don't believe a word you say.

You're a born villain. And you peed your pants?

That's nonsense. If you really had peed your pants, would you still be so ruthless?

Zhang Yong laughed and didn't say anything more.

Will Zhang Xiaolin retaliate? Definitely. But he definitely won't dare to turn his back on the Fuxing Society.

You're a gangster, and you want to go up against the Fuxing Society?

You're joking. Does he know what the state's violent apparatus is? Does he know what the will of the state is?

Nonsense!

If he retaliates, that's just fine.

Just uproot him. It'll save having to resort to assassination five years from now.

'Report!'

Yang Zhi is back.

He said there were still three vehicles that could be used with difficulty. They didn't hit any vital parts.

They were all small cars. Buick brand.

The others were severely damaged. The repair costs may be relatively high.

However, although the rifle bullets are ferocious, they didn't blow up the engine. Someone can definitely repair it.

As for the one that exploded, it's definitely unusable.

'Haha. Take them all!' Zhang Yong waved his hand, "If someone offers it to us, we shouldn't let it go to waste.'

'Do you want the damaged ones too?" Yang Zhi asked.

'We'll take anything that can be started. Anything that can't be started, we don't want.'

'Understood!'

Yang Zhi went to make the arrangements.

After initial sorting, a total of five cars could be started. So they took them all.

The diesel was in their hands. All that remained was to transport it.

With so much diesel, it would be difficult to transport it back to the headquarters of the Fuxing Society. It would require a lot of manpower and resources.

Just the trucks alone would require dozens. Otherwise, what could they do?

But Zhang Yong had a way.

He simply had the warehouse sealed with the Fuxing Society's seal. He replaced the old lock with the Fuxing Society's big lock.

At the same time, he told Yuan Zheng to immediately call the Fuxing Society if anyone came to cause trouble.

'Understood...'

Yuan Zheng said with a bitter face.

He regretted knowing Zhang Yong.

This guy is really good at causing trouble.

The Fuxing Society and Zhang Xiaolin are in a tug-of-war, and he, the head of the inspection team, is in a super dangerous situation.

But what else could he do?

Does that mean he can't do it?

Haha...

He's got his head stuck in the door...

Suddenly, a large number of lights arrived from afar. It seemed that a large convoy was approaching.

Wu Liuqi and the others immediately took up a defensive position.

'It's the people from the Garrison Command,' Zhang Yong said, holding up his binoculars.

The group gradually relaxed. But they still kept their guns close at hand. And they didn't turn off the safety. It was just habit. They had to be on their guard at all times.

In fact, it was indeed the convoy from the Garrison Command. The leader was Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang stopped the car. He got out and looked around in surprise. There was a mess. The gunfight had been fierce. He looked at Zhang Yong again. 'You guys...'

'did a job on Duan Tiansheng,' Zhang Yong said bluntly. 'Unfortunately, we didn't get him.'

'That son of a bitch!' Zhou Yang agreed. 'Very cunning. We'll get him next time.'

'He's Japanese.'

'What?'

'Duan Tiansheng is Japanese.'

'Oh?'

Zhou Yang's eyes lit up.

He understood why the Fuxing Society dared to take action against Zhang Xiaolin.

The nightingale was Japanese. Duan Tiansheng was Japanese. These two were both close to Zhang Xiaolin. Wasn't he himself a suspect?

Haha. With these two witnesses, even if Zhang Xiaolin were to break through the heavens, he would be dead for sure.

So he no longer paid any attention to the mess on the ground.

He led the men into the warehouse.

He sealed the petrol drums that belonged to the police headquarters.

He didn't bother to move them. He just changed the owner on the spot.

After all, the dock warehouse was under the jurisdiction of the Inspection Team, and Yuan Zheng himself belonged to the Garrison Command.

In fact, seeing Zhou Yang arrive, Yuan Zheng finally felt a little more at ease. He also knew what choice he had to make. The Garrison Command was involved in this matter, working together with the Fuxing Society.

Even if he were given eighteen tanks of guts, Zhang Xiaolin would not dare to express his dissatisfaction openly.

It was quickly settled.

Zhou Yang also took ten barrels of diesel fuel back for later use.

'Do you need ammunition?'

'I just brought 200 rounds of machine gun ammunition. I've almost used them all.'

'I'll give you 3,000 rounds.'

'Thanks!'

'You're welcome. Goodbye.'

'Goodbye.'

Zhang Yong waved goodbye to Zhou Yang.

3,000 rounds of machine gun ammunition? Not bad.

Many people think that the bullets used in Czech-style light machine guns are the same as those used in rifles. In fact, they are not.

Machine guns use heavy-headed bullets. Rifles use light-tipped bullets. There are subtle differences. Heavy-headed bullets travel further and the bullet head is more stable. But they cost more. And they are not really suitable for rifles.

Most of the ones imported or copied domestically are light-tipped bullets. Heavy-headed bullets are not in plentiful supply.

Zhou Yang was able to get 3,000 rounds for Zhang Yong, which was quite a lot.

However, Zhang Yong suspected that most of what Zhou Yang had sent him were also light-tipped bullets. There was no difference.

He then looked at Yuan Zheng.

He noticed that this guy's eyes were wandering.

He was sure that Yuan Zheng definitely didn't take less of Zhang Xiaolin's benefits than he should. Now that he was going to turn on him, he was torn between fear and greed.

'Captain Yuan, if you're scared, you can resign.'

'No, it's not necessary...'

'It's fine. We can find someone else to be the inspection team leader. We won't make things difficult for you.'

'No, it's not necessary...'

Yuan Zheng's face turned pale. He was terrified inside.

This was an undisguised threat. It was a clear warning that if he continued to have dealings with Zhang Xiaolin, he would at least be dismissed.

He might even be charged with collaborating with the enemy. He would be taken out and shot.

Or shot on the spot.

The Fuxing Society now had absolute power. Japanese spies and traitors could be shot on the spot.

'Captain Yuan,'

'Yes...'

'Will Zhang Xiaolin remove the diesel fuel from our Fuxing Society?'

'Ah, no, no!'

'Really?'

'Really, really, absolutely not, absolutely not...'

'That's fine. I'm relieved. If anything happens, feel free to call us at the Restoration Society. We won't make things difficult for you.'

'Understood, understood...'

'Then we'll be going!'

'Goodbye!'

'Goodbye!'

Zhang Yong waves his hand. He returns with the convoy.

But he doesn't return to the office immediately. Instead, he stops halfway.

What for?

They found red dots. There were Japanese spies.

They took advantage of the darkness before dawn to trap the spies in their beds.

Behind them, at the dock, Yuan Zheng was sweating. His eyes gradually hardened.

There was no other way. He had to distance himself from Zhang Xiaolin. Otherwise, with Zhang Yong's brutality, he would definitely not get away with it.

Right. Who had tipped off Zhang Xiaolin before?

Son of a bitch!

He must find out.

'Assemble!'

'Assemble!'

Yuan Zheng yelled hysterically.