Chapter 316: Robbery

Safiya is Ukrainian.

She emphasises this point in particular. To show a break with the red Soviet Union.

Zhang Yong can only say that these are two enemies.

In the era before he crossed over, Da Mao and Er Mao also fought heavily.

In between, there was a Polish woman with big boobs, so it's a wonder that Big Hair and Little Hair could be friends. Poland was definitely a troublemaker.

It deserved to be the first country to be taken over by the Führer.

Sélia is a mixed race. Her nationality is French. But she has always considered herself a Lorrain. This is another old score. Now Lorraine belongs to France. But soon, the Führer will take it back.

And then...

France will take it back...

What was supposed to be a very romantic scene turned out to be a high-sounding discussion.

Both Safiya and Celia were actively expressing their views on the international situation. It was as if they were talented women in a fantasy novel. They were selling their talents, but not their bodies.

Tang Shengming also joined in. He discussed the matter in depth with them. He even spoke eloquently.

From time to time, others joined in.

Some people listened for a while, then left for something else, only to come back a little while later. It was clear how fascinating the topic was.

Zhang Yong was the only one who felt like sleeping.

Well, he wanted to sleep with the two of them. Unfortunately, they didn't agree.

Looking at the time, it wasn't even night yet, so he had to sit quietly next to them. Listening to their nonsense.

'Don't even dream about it!'

Suddenly, he couldn't help but interrupt.

But Safiya was talking about some plan.

In the next few years, they were going to organise troops and launch a counterattack against Red Soviet Russia.

Zhang Yong laughed when he heard this.

You guys? Counterattack? I'm afraid you don't know what a 'tidal wave of steel' is! You don't know what 'Hurrah!' is!

Even the capital city couldn't do it. You?

That giant red beast in the north will only disintegrate from within. No outside force can defeat it.

It even threatened the whole world at one point.

The Japanese touched it at Nomonhan, and two divisions were crippled. The division commander was forced to commit suicide. The plan to go north was aborted from then on.

The Führer concentrated 4.3 million troops to launch a surprise attack, but in the end they were pushed back.

You runaway White Russian aristocrats want to launch a counterattack? That's a real laugh. Why don't we go to bed.

Dreams are full of everything...

'What are you laughing at?' Safiya frowned.

'Don't dream. Accept reality,' Zhang Yong said bluntly.

'What reality?'

'It's that there's no way for you to go back. Find another way out early.'

'What makes you say that?'

'Haha.'

Zhang Yong shook his head. He didn't want to argue with the other person.

Why? The answers are all in the history textbooks. This isn't the college entrance exam. Why should I tell you?

'You guys chat away.'

'I'll take a stroll.'

Zhang Yong thought of the secret room that the nightingale had mentioned.

Just now, he had been carefully pondering the internal structure of the Club des Nations. But he never found it.

It was mainly because the Club des Nations was really big. He couldn't study it alone. Looking at the map made him dizzy.

Maybe walking around. Can you only discover things up close?

'You hurry up and go!'

'What a boring guy!'

Safiya couldn't wait for him to leave. Celia felt the same way.

They were both very practical women. They didn't think a small leader of the Restoration Society could help them.

Zhang Yong didn't seem like he had any abilities either.

What's more, he even told her she was dreaming.

Zhang Yong stood up. He walked slowly down the corridor. Every now and then, he glanced around.

Suddenly, he saw a sign for a bathroom. So he went in.

He washed his face with cold water to clear his head. When he came out, there were a few red dots approaching.

Then three Japanese people came in. They arrogantly pushed him aside.

'Ching-nan...'

'Hachiga...'

The Japanese people cursed and swore.

Zhang Yong: ...

Look around. There are other people.

Forget it. Talk about it later. So he walked out with his head down.

Behind him came the Japanese people's mocking laughter.

He couldn't stand it anymore.

Luckily there was no one around. He took out his professional tool for hitting people over the head.

This is a hawthorn stick he had specially prepared, about 70 cm long. It fits perfectly in his space. It is about the thickness of his forearm. It is solid. It is heavy.

'Boom!'

One blow knocks out one.

'Boom!'

Another blow knocks out another.

The third Japanese person senses something amiss and subconsciously turns around.

And...

'Boom!'

He is knocked out again by Zhang Yong.

Now, his level of clubbing definitely reached LV3.

The key is to be fast, accurate and ruthless.

Then quickly search the bodies.

Take all the belongings from the Japanese.

The haul is quite substantial.

There are banknotes. Yen. And a bit of scattered US dollars.

Haha. Those who can come to the Club Cosmopolitan to play, more or less have a few dollars in their pockets. Otherwise, why come here? This is the den of iniquity!

Drag the three unconscious Japanese into the toilet. Then walk away smartly.

These days, there are no surveillance cameras. No need to worry.

After leaving the toilet, deliberately head towards the crowded area. Confuse the enemy's line of sight.

After wandering around, suddenly he sees that it seems quite quiet in the distance. It seems that this is not an area where guests can go. So he deliberately walks over there slowly.

Sure enough, soon, he is stopped.

A few Russian tough guys with big guns sticking out of their waists block his way.

'Stop!'

'This way is prohibited!'

One of the Russian roughnecks waved at him stiffly.

Zhang Yong obediently turned around and walked back. At the same time, he silently studied the nearby 3D map.

Could the secret room be inside?

Unfortunately, there was no mark on the map. He could only figure it out himself.

However, in such a complex building, he really couldn't figure it out.

Unless there was more specific information.

Wandering around,

he noticed three red dots nearby.

Japanese?

Inside the annex?

A thought occurred to him.

He noticed someone following him from behind. It was three burly Russians.

Well, these Russians are also very careful, seeing that he is scurrying around. So they have set their sights on him. But that's good. It's just as well that they are here to testify.

He walked outside the annex. He reached out and pushed open the door. Then he closed it. At the same time, he drew his gun.

Deliberately, he used a Mauser pistol.

The black muzzle was pointed at the three Japanese.

The three Japanese men were all wearing suits and had pot bellies, so they seemed to be of some status.

'Don't move!'

'If you move, I'll shoot!'

Zhang Yong shouted in Japanese.

These were the latest few words of Japanese he had learned. Just a few words.

The three Japanese men froze.

They didn't know who Zhang Yong was or what he wanted.

Two words popped into their minds: robbery?

But this is the International Club!

Robbery in the International Club? Do you want to live forever?

But...

They know guns!

At the sight of the dark muzzle, they dare not move.

Zhang Yong quickly loots.

This is his forte.

He takes everything. Everything of value.

There are silver certificates, worth 200 silver dollars. There are also some Japanese yen. There are also some US dollars, British pounds and so on. There are also vouchers.

This voucher is not a modern-day voucher. It is currency issued in the concession. It can only be used within the concession. A one-yuan voucher is roughly equivalent to one-third the purchasing power of a silver dollar.

Search him thoroughly. Hide the things. Then go out.

He sees three burly Russians.

It's just as well that they block him in the middle.

'Sorry, I've come to the wrong place.'

'I'm from the Fuxing Society...'

Zhang Yong says with a smile, while producing his ID.

One of the Russian roughnecks motioned for him to raise his hands. A quick body search ensued. Nothing was found.

He couldn't help but frown.

There was nothing on this Chinese man!

Could it be a mistake?

Just then, three Japanese rushed out.

'He has a gun!'

'He's robbing us!'

The three Japanese cried out in unison.

The three Russians looked at each other. They felt that the three Japanese might be crazy.

A gun?

Robbery?

Did Zhang Yong have a gun on him?

So they searched again. There was nothing!

He had just come out of the room. There was no way he could have hidden anything else.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yong also took out his own ID.

Fuxing Society. Chinese official.

Although they were not afraid, they did not want to offend for no reason.

One Japanese man searched him angrily. In the end, there was nothing. They were suddenly stunned. What happened? Where is the gun? Where is the property that was taken?

'It was a misunderstanding,' Zhang Yong said slowly, "Don't overdo it.'

'Just go!" said a rough Russian man.

'Thank you!' Zhang Yong then walked away. Straight back to Tang Shengming's side.

At this time, he needed to borrow Tang Shengming's identity.

Sure enough, the Russians who came behind saw Tang Shengming and slowly stopped. Whispering to each other.

Then. They all dispersed. No longer paying attention to this matter.

After searching the body, nothing was found.

In other words, there is no evidence. How can you arrest someone without evidence?

What if it's a Japanese slander?

What if it's a Japanese slander? That's ridiculous.

If Zhang Yong had a Mauser hidden on him, they would have found it. It's a big pistol.

Zhang Yong was in a great mood and kept smiling after sitting down.

Damn it. This is blatant robbery!

It feels so good.

Robbing the Japanese in particular. See how cocky you are.

How about a big one next time?

'What were you doing?' Tang Shengming asked casually.

'I was supposed to meet an acquaintance. A friend from the gang. Unexpectedly, the Japanese targeted me. They accused me of stealing from them. I let the Russians search me,' Zhang Yong replied briefly.

There were no vague details.

Everything was answered clearly.

Including things like body searches. And it was three Russians who searched him together. That means there is no suspicion.

If you throw mud at yourself, then...

Sure enough, nothing happened next. Tang Gongzi's reputation was still powerful enough to keep the peace at the Club des Nations.

'Have some food!'

'Yes!'

Zhang Yong couldn't have asked for more.

Soon, a steady stream of food was served.

There were specialties from all over the world. But Zhang Yong was not impressed by many of the dishes.

In particular, the Russian sausage, which the Russians held in such high regard, was so big and thick that it was terrifying.

He also didn't like the French baked snails.

I'm disgusted just looking at snails, let alone eating them.

And that Russian borscht. Is that even soup? I want to swear. I don't know what kind of person could eat that...

In the end, he was full of barbecue.

He looked at the time: it was just after 6pm, which was perfect for going to the pier.

So he said goodbye and set off. He arrived at the pier.

Before they arrived, Cao Mengqi had already brought Akita Ichiro to the pier.

Shortly afterwards, the Italian Tanavaro also arrived.

This guy was bringing a large entourage with him, and he looked menacing. Now that's what I call a boss!

Very good. Everything went smoothly.

Zhang Yong signalled for Akita Ichiro to be untied and let on board. Finally, he said,

"Now, you can tell me your name.'

'Huang Silang.'