Chapter 312: Chen Gongshu's Silence

Inside the Jiuzhongtian nightclub?

That seems a bit difficult. Just barging in definitely won't work.

Before, there was a big commotion when Ye Tiansheng and I fought at the pier. If we fight in the downtown area, the commotion will be even louder.

The point is, Zhang Yong has selfish motives in this matter.

He wanted to keep some of the goods for himself. He didn't want to hand it all over.

If there was too much commotion, it would not end well.

Therefore, he had to think of another way. A way that would cause as little commotion as possible.

He thought and thought.

But he couldn't think of anything.

'Is there anything less difficult?'

'There is a Zhang Mansion on Xiafei Road in the concession. It is only guarded by about 30 people. You can try.'

'Forget it. 30 people. It's not going to work.'

Zhang Yong shook his head.

The concession was even more out of the question. It would be even more difficult to end the situation.

At the moment, the British and Americans were only trying to save face for the Japanese, not the Chinese.

If there was gunfire, the police in the concession and the army would probably come. By then, he was afraid he would not be able to get away with it.

The most critical point was that this was a private action.

If it was reported, the head of the department would definitely not approve. Using large-scale force in the concession could lead to protests from the British and American authorities. It definitely would not work. The head of the department would scold him to death.

It was different from the last time.

Last time, the Japanese used force. The Japanese took care of the Public Works Department and the Shanghai Municipal Police Force.

The Fuxing Society was purely reacting defensively. No one could say anything. But if you want to start a fight, you have to take care of the Public Works Department and the Shanghai Municipal Police Force. Obviously, the Fuxing Society can't do that at the moment.

'Anything else?'

'Zhang, please think carefully. If it's property, how can you get it so easily?'

'You're right.'

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

Zhang Xiaolin must have hidden his treasure really well. He must have sent many people to guard it.

But...

'Anything else?'

'No!'

The Nightingale replied angrily.

Once again, it was confirmed that this guy's brain circuits were not normal.

He really thought that treasure would just fall from the sky!

Would anyone be so stupid as to leave gold bars, silver dollars, US dollars, British pounds, and so on, just lying around for you to take?

Zhang Yong: ...

What a pity. The story is pointless.

Although, she provided accurate information. But I can't do it myself!

Okay. Put it aside for now. Go check on the others.

Du Xiaoman's appearance reminded Zhang Yong that Wen Zhenping still needed to be seriously dealt with.

Right, it seems like a month has passed. It's time to hand in the 4,000 taels of silver per month. If he could hand in next month's payment as well, that would be even better.

So he prepared to leave his cell. Suddenly, he heard someone call, 'Captain Zhang...'

He glanced sideways. It was Ichiro Akita.

Haha. This guy still wants to go abroad.

So he walked over.

'Captain Zhang...'

'I've arrested Kintaro Nodani. But not at the Tenryu Dojo, but at the MGM Cabaret.'

'You arrested him?'

'Yes.'

'Then our agreement...'

'I told you. I arrested him at the MGM Cabaret. Not at the Tenryu Dojo.'

'But...'

Akita Ichiro was tempted to say that he had provided the information.

However, looking at Zhang Yong's face, he ultimately did not dare to say it. Zhang Yong obviously did not agree with this argument.

'Have you thought it over? Who is the high-ranking military senator?'

'I can't say. Unless you send me on a cruise ship to a foreign country.'

'Italy. Will you go?'

Zhang Yong suddenly had a thought. He thought of Sicily.

Why not send this guy to Italy? To Sicily? Let him fend for himself?

Maybe the Mafia will be very hospitable...

'What?'

'If you're willing to go to Italy, I can arrange it right away. You can leave soon.'

'Really?'

Akita Ichiro was overjoyed.

He almost stood up. But in the end, he had to lean on his crutches.

His left and right knees had both been shattered by Zhang Yong. There was no way to heal them. He was permanently disabled. It was set in stone.

'Yes. You're going to Italy. You can go in a couple of days.'

'I'm willing. I'm willing.'

'Name.'

'I'll tell you when we board the ship.'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong didn't ask for anything else.

Send this guy to Sicily. Hehe. I'm looking forward to the outcome.

Even if this guy gave a fake name. It doesn't matter. Both sides are up to no good anyway. If I can't have it, you won't have a good life either.

Get started right away.

First, I need to go to the concession. Talk to Tanavaro about this.

If Tanavaro agrees, there's basically no problem. The Italians have their own ships. They can travel freely to and from Europe...

'Report!'

Suddenly, Yang Zhi arrived in a hurry.

His expression was obviously a little tense. He had never had such an expression before.

Zhang Yong: ?

"What is it?'

'Captain, Director Chen Gongshu is here.'

'Who?'

'Director Chen Gongshu of the Tianjin Station.'

'Oh?'

Zhang Yong was full of doubts.

Chen Gongshu? What was he doing here?

Did the Chief ask him to come?

Goodness. No wonder Yang Zhi was so nervous. It seems that he also knew that this Chen Gongshu was not someone to be trifled with.

Zhang Yong, who came from the future, knew even better that this Chen Gongshu, Wang Tianmu, Zhao Lijun, and one more person were known as the four top assassins of the military intelligence. They were really famous and awesome people.

You could also say they were high-level players. They were the kind of people who top up their accounts with 688.

Before, Chu Zuo also said that he wanted Wang Tianmu and Chen Gongshu to teach him various action techniques.

At the time, Zhang Yong didn't take it seriously. Later, there was no more movement. I thought it was just a passing remark.

Unexpectedly, Chen Gongshu suddenly popped up.

Oh no...

What is he doing here?

To teach me?

Oh no!

The thing Zhang Yong hates the most right now is studying.

Studying, my ass!

He remembered when he first joined the Fuxing Society, he was almost driven to death by Wei Yong's training.

That was only a week ago! And it was all basic training! A high-level player like Chen Gongshu definitely wouldn't come to teach the basics. With his IQ, he guessed it would be hard to understand...

'Where?'

'I'll be there soon.'

'I know...'

Zhang Yong tried to muster his spirits.

The other person was already here. Hiding was not an option.

Let's see what happens first.

After all, his level is just like that, and he is powerless. Just lie low. Lie down flat.

Go out to greet him.

Soon, a black car arrives.

The car parks.

Yang Zhi politely gets in and opens the door.

A young man gets out of the back. He is tall and thin. Very energetic. And very cold.

Yes, that's him. Chen Gongshu.

He is not very famous yet. In the future, he will become the king of assassinations.

'Stationmaster Chen!'

'Team Leader Zhang!'

'A warm welcome to Commander Chen...'

'Everyone else, disperse. I'm going to the training ground with you.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong was taken aback.

No. Do you have to be in such a hurry?

You just got off the train and you want to drill me?

I don't seem to have offended you...

Do me the courtesy of letting me get ready...

However, Chen Gongshu waved his hand, sending everyone else away. Then he led Zhang Yong to the training ground.

Unwittingly, Zhang Yong had a bad feeling...

'Pop!'

Sure enough, he was thrown over the shoulder and fell heavily.

But then Chen Gongshu suddenly turned back. And he moved against him.

He didn't react at all.

He was thrown so hard that he landed face-down. Face down. Ass up.

'Too slow to react!'

'No alertness at all.'

'If this was a tactical move, you would already be dead.'

Chen Gongshu frowned.

Zhang Yong: ?

Big brother, you're blaming me.

You didn't even say hello before you started attacking. How was I supposed to react?

If I had reacted and fought back, I wouldn't be Zhang Yong, I'd be Yan Shuangying. I'd have killed all the KMT's top four assassins and become the boss myself...

With great difficulty, he got up.

He felt pain all over his body.

He grumbled to himself. Damn, did you have to be so harsh? We're on the same side after all...

'Again!'

'What?'

Zhang Yong is shocked. And then...

he finds himself being thrown heavily to the ground again.

This time, it's even worse than before.

He's thrown so hard that he's completely disoriented. He can't take care of himself. It's as if his whole body is falling apart.

He has difficulty breathing. At any moment, he won't be able to catch his breath. He may have to become a martyr.

Damn it. I can't get up.

I'll just stay where I fell.

'Your basic skills are terrible,'

'any Japanese soldier can defeat you,'

'Get up!'

Chen Gongshu shouted.

Zhang Yong: ...

I can't get up. I absolutely can't get up.

I'm a man. I said I can't get up, so I can't get up.

However...

Suddenly, Chen Gongshu grabbed him.

The other party grabbed him as if he were a hawk grabbing a chicken. Without any effort.

'Stationmaster Chen.'

'Yes?'

'Do you have the strength of 800 catties?'

'What?'

'I said, how come you have so much strength?'

'Practice.'

'That's amazing.'

Zhang Yong hurriedly gave the other person a high hat.

No matter how you wear it, a horse's ass won't wear it. He hoped that Chen Gongshu would let him off.

However...

It was useless.

Chen Gongshu still had a stern face.

This guy seemed to be the same as Li Boqi, and they never smiled.

Li Boqi had a dead face. This Chen Gongshu looked like he was wearing a mask.

It's as if he has had a face-lift. It's rigid.

'Your level is too poor.'

'Look at your shooting.'

Chen Gongshu shakes his head. He seems very disappointed.

He had thought that Zhang Yong's foundation was at least at the level of an ordinary person. But he didn't expect...

He's not even as good as an ordinary person! He doesn't even have the strength to fight back.

'Shooting? Good, good!'

Zhang Yong is suddenly relieved. At least he doesn't have to be thrown.

Otherwise, with his 100-odd kilograms, if he were to be thrown twice more, he would probably fall to pieces. Even the doctors wouldn't be able to put him back together again.

Take the gun.

Shoot.

30-metre fixed target. Feels a bit more confident.

'This is useless!'

'Shoot this!'

'I'll throw, you shoot!'

However, Chen Gongshu took a stack of tiles from somewhere.

Zhang Yong was dumbfounded.

No, man, the requirements aren't that high!

You want me to shoot at the tiles?

If the tiles fly out, won't they become flying discs?

Shit, how can I possibly hit it?

If I can hit it, I'll really change my name to Swallow Eagle...

'No...'

'Cut the crap! Shoot!'

'Ah...'

Zhang Yong was helpless.

Chen Gongshu had already sent the tiles flying.

Sure enough, this guy's level of flying tiles was like the discus throwing of later generations.

The tile cut a beautiful arc through the air.

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

Zhang Yong hurriedly pulled the trigger.

He desperately shot after the tile. But the result was predictable.

The tile landed safely. And shattered.

Meaning not a single bullet had hit it.

Chen Gongshu: ...

Zhang Yong: ...

Quiet.

Silence.