Chapter 329: The Fat Lamb

Moriguchi Mutou angrily got off the car to check.

As a result, he almost fell. But the pit next to the car was too deep.

In the end, he stumbled. He fell to the ground firmly.

Hagah!

Once again, he angrily cursed.

Who dug the pit? So deep! So big!

Are you trying to kill me?

He gets up angrily. Then he realises something is wrong.

He sees a large number of dark figures rushing up around him. They are all brandishing weapons. They look very threatening.

Strangely, his first thought is that he is being mugged.

He doesn't even think it could be the Fuxing Society.

How could the Fuxing Society know that he would take this path?

So, he must have encountered a robbery.

This remote path was also dug up by these robbers.

Damn it!

He is furious again.

So they're highway robbers. And they dug such a big hole!

Whoever did this is crazy!

Since they're highway robbers, it's easy to deal with them.

The Japanese Empire is not afraid of these highway robbers.

He immediately drew his gun and shouted, 'I'm Japanese! What do you want?'

A voice came from behind the dark figure, "We're arresting the Japanese! Drop your weapons! Surrender your money! Raise your hands in surrender!'

'Arrest?" Moriguchi Muta finally reacted.

Oh no!

They're not highway robbers.

People who rob people on the street shouldn't use the word 'catch'...

They should use the word 'rob'.

Hagah...

Suddenly, his mind became crystal clear. He finally reacted.

It was the Fuxing Society!

It was the Chinese secret service.

He subconsciously wanted to shoot. As a result...

'Da da da...'

'Da da da...'

A series of flashes of light erupted all around.

Moriguchi Muta saw the flashes of light. Suddenly, he felt beautiful. So gorgeous.

Ah, it's like fireworks bursting into bloom, dazzling and radiant.

He felt himself beginning to float.

He felt himself moving further and further away from his body...

He looked down on his body from above as it was hit by a hail of bullets...

Countless blood spurts burst out. It was beautiful.

Ah...

What's going on?

Why did I leave my body? Was I summoned?

Ah...

Was I summoned by the goddess Amaterasu?

Hagya...

No, he's been killed.

He finally came back to his senses again.

The next moment, he was completely engulfed in darkness. His body also collapsed in the pit.

'Da-da-da...'

'Da-da-da...'

The bullets continued to rain down.

All five cars were turned into beehives. Including the people inside.

Needless to say, the Thompson submachine gun was also firing. Even Guo Qiyun's rifle continued to fire non-stop. He was afraid that he would not get another chance soon.

'Pop!'

'Pop!'

Soon, the five bullets were fired.

Guo Qiyun immediately changed the magazine. Then he continued to fire. Then he changed the magazine again.

Zhang Yong watched from behind. He found that this guy's magazine changing speed was very fast. His movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water, and it could be said that he had compressed the time to the shortest.

Unfortunately, Guo Qiyun is using a Type 44 submachine gun, which is still bolt-action. The bolt-action gun is not as fast as the Ying Qiqi. It is also not comparable to a semi-automatic rifle.

The Garand M1...

I think of this gun again. I wonder when I can get it?

This is close-range combat. He doesn't even get a chance to shoot. Maybe if I get a Garand, he can just fire wildly.

In case God is chasing after him and feeding him, he can kill a few Japanese soldiers even if he is shooting blindly...

He looks over at Koxingde.

He notices that Koxingde has not fired.

Apparently, he also finds such an ambush unchallenging.

They pounce.

They open fire.

The enemy has no chance to fight back.

If they wanted to capture the enemy alive, they would have had to put in a bit of effort. It would have required a bit of skill.

However, Zhang Yong doesn't need that.

He kills them all. He doesn't want any survivors. So the difficulty level is reduced to the extreme.

In fact, the battle is over very quickly.

From beginning to end, the Japanese never had a chance to fight back.

Except for Moriguchi, who got out of the car early, all the other Japanese died in the car.

It is certain that many of the Japanese died without knowing how they died. Hit by a 11.43 mm bullet, they died instantly.

Eventually...

all the red dots disappeared...

'Stop shooting!'

'Stop shooting!'

Zhang Yong raised his hands. At the same time, he patted Zhong Yang on the shoulder.

This Captain Zhong was the one who just fired the most mercilessly. That was impressive. He emptied the entire drum of 100 rounds?

Damn, if the Commanding Officer knew, he would definitely issue a document requiring the conservation of ammunition.

You guys, one after the other, used the Thompson to spray water.

You used up 20 drums of ammunition just to kill 20 Japanese invaders? You spendthrifts!

Fortunately, I have some personal savings. I can get 11.43 mm caliber bullets from other people.

These bullets were sold everywhere, inside and outside the concession. And they weren't expensive.

'Cease fire!'

'Cease fire!'

Zhang Yong shouted again.

He was going to go and check the body. He didn't want anyone to start firing.

He went over to Moriguchi Muta and checked the body. There was nothing to find. The guy was poor. He didn't know who it was. Zhang Yong didn't know Moriguchi Muta.

He turns his head and looks in the car. He finds something. He finds a wooden box. He opens it. Inside are banknotes. There are also US dollars and British pounds. There are also some gold bars.

Good. Someone has paid for the barbecue. Without thinking, he takes it all.

The main thing is that there is no trace.

No one will be able to prove that he took it.

Don't believe me?

You can search me...

He continues to search the car. He finds nothing. He turns his head. He opens the boot of the car.

There are three wooden boxes. They are heavy. He looks through the gaps. It's dark. He doesn't see anything.

'Fire!'

'Fire!'

Zhang Yong raises his hand and shouts.

Someone lights a flare and comes up. He shines the light into the boot.

Kou Xingde and Guo Qiyun also come up to have a look. The two of them work together to pry open a gap in the wooden box.

Zhang Yong looks carefully. It seems to be full of foreign currency?

Good, we're in luck. We'll all get a share.

Silver certificates, US dollars, British pounds, gold bars, whatever, we'll just keep it for ourselves. These dollars are everyone's welfare. We'll divide some up first, and then hand in some.

'Search!'

He waves his hand. He tells the others to continue searching the other vehicles.

As a result, in addition to weapons and ammunition, several boxes of dollars are also found in the trunks of other cars. So they are all moved over. They are placed together in a group.

'Bang!'

A wooden box was broken open.

It was confirmed. It was full of banknotes. All of them were sealed in paper. Fifty banknotes per seal.

All the seals had a special stamp on the outside.

'Manchukuo?'

Guo Qiyun picked it up curiously.

He had never seen so many banknotes before. Really.

He had thought that he was just eliminating Japanese spies, but he never expected to be able to seize so many banknotes. This was really a rare sight.

The stamp on the outside of the paper seal seemed to be from Manchukuo?

'The dog emperor has money.'

'Last time we looted a wave, and this time we're being sent more.'

'When are we going to plan something, kidnap Kawashima Yoshiko, and let the puppet Manchukuo pay ransom?'

Zhang Yong said, looking forward to it.

This Kawashima Yoshiko is really the most popular boss, refreshing so diligently.

She also comes with the attribute of high explosive gold coins.

It seems like we were right not to kill her last time.

Let's keep her and slowly collect gold coins.

Counting gold coins...

No, it's the number of big ones.

There are about 100 envelopes in a box. That's 5,000.

The box is so full that it's sinking.

One person can't lift it. We have to carry it together.

Damn the Japanese invaders!

They plundered so much money from our country!

Luckily, we got some back.

There are 13 boxes in total. That's 65,000. Hey. That's amazing. This night was really not in vain.

If we were having barbecue, we would have had 30,000 servings...

'Here!'

'One for each!'

'Everyone gets a share!'

'Guo, this is for you! Take it! Don't be shy!'

Zhang Yong hands out the money right there and then.

This is the price of battle.

Before, they couldn't hand out the money because they didn't have the big silver coins. But now they can.

First, Guo Qiyun gets one.

He's a guest. An outsider. We're hospitable. You go first.

'Me?'

Guo Qiyun couldn't believe it.

So many taels of silver, and they were being handed out right there and then? You guys...

'What are you standing there for?'

'Take it!'

'We all get one!'

'No matter what your rank. Everyone gets one!'

'Three times for the injured. Ten times for the fallen! Are there any injuries? Those who are injured get three!'

Zhang Yong pressed a tael of silver into Guo Qiyun's hands.

Guo Qiyun was overwhelmed.

This is great. This is 50 taels of silver!

It's not paper money! It's silver dollars! Fifty of them! That's equivalent to two years of his salary. And it's much better than his salary!

This Fuxing Society is crazy.

No wonder they're so keen to kill the Japanese invaders. It must be the incredible profits.

'Take it!'

said Kou Xingde. He took one himself.

Then the others came up in line to take one too. There was a tacit agreement. Everyone took one.

No one was injured.

Wu Liuji and the others who were injured earlier were in the hospital. Arrangements would be made later.

In short, in a word, just follow Zhang Yong's lead. There is nothing else. You will definitely not lose out. Whether you are injured or sacrifice your life, you will be properly taken care of. Your family will have no worries.

'Thank you!'

Guo Qiyun then took it.

To be honest, who could refuse 50 taels of silver?

'Sigh...'

Zhang Yong suddenly let out a sigh.

Guo Qiyun looked at him in puzzlement.

What was he sighing about?

'The rest will have to be handed in,' Zhang Yong said in a low voice.

'Ugh...' Guo Qiyun suddenly felt the same way. He felt it was really a pity. So many dollars. The booty was too rich.

There were more than 80 people, and each person got 50, which was less than 5,000 in total. It was less than one tenth.

No wonder Zhang Yong felt unhappy. He didn't get any of the big money.

'Why don't we send another one?' Zhang Yong looked at Kou Xingde.

Kou Xingde shook his head.

Just one would be fine. More really wasn't possible.

He was far less dramatic than Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong had to give up.

He would just hand it over. Back at the office, he would let the office keep half.

Sigh, when would the office become independent!

Once the office became independent, it could handle all the seized goods itself. It wouldn't need to go through headquarters.

Look at the other stations, Beiping and Tianjin, they all handle their own booty. Headquarters can't control them at all. You can get as much as you can...

All I can say is that Songhu is too close to Jinling. The station chief is holding on tight.

'The day after tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival?'

'Yes.'

'When we get back to the office, we'll send another email to everyone. Everyone at the office will get a share. It's a holiday bonus.'

'Good!'

This time, Kou Xingde agrees.

As long as there's an excuse, it's fine. No one can find fault with it.

What's wrong with giving everyone a holiday bonus? Fifty dollars each. Is that so much? It's all booty, right?

How can morale be boosted? Nothing works better than shiny, new money.

Zhang Yong, no matter how weak his individual combat effectiveness, no matter how bad the outside world thinks of him, this move alone is enough to make everyone work hard and generously.

Only someone with his audacity would dare to recklessly hand out money like this.

Suddenly someone came over.

'Team leader, it seems that the one who was killed was Moriguchi...'

'Who?'

'Report, it seems to be Moriguchi Muta.'

'No way?'

Koxingde couldn't believe it.

They actually killed Moriguchi Muta? Hurriedly went over to check.

Zhang Yong followed him over.

The one who was killed was actually Moriguchi Muta? He thought it was Takeo Kishida.

What's going on?

Why did Moriguchi Muta come to the Manchurian Xinxing Hotel?

He didn't show up at the last negotiation! But now, in the middle of the night, he has intercepted the head of the Nanxiang Secret Service.

'Take a picture!'

'Quickly take a picture!'

Zhang Yong takes out his camera. He personally takes a picture for the file.

This Moriguchi Mutsu is the head of the Nanxiang Secret Service and a person of status. It seems that he is also a colonel...

Wait!

Where is his sword?

The swords of colonels are very valuable.

You saw how Li Yunlong was so happy when he captured Sakata Shintetsu's sword.

He was also very happy when he captured a Major's sword. He would be even happier if he could capture a Colonel's sword.

However, no sword was found. There was nothing.

The initial judgment was that it was Moriguchi Muta. However, there was no way to be 100% sure.

'Click!'

'Click!'

Zhang Yong pressed the shutter. He took continuous photos.

It turned out that visibility was too low. It was too dark. There was no light at all.

There were definitely no street lamps on this remote side street.

Hearing the gunshots outside, the residents in the area had extinguished all the lights. They were shivering in the dark.

'Light the torches!'

'Light the torches!'

Koxingde hurriedly arranged.

After a while, the torches lit up one after the other.

Finally, it was possible to see Moriguchi Muta's face clearly. So he continued taking pictures.

'Click!'

'Click!'

Ten photos were taken in quick succession from different angles.

The others were major generals. Very impressive. Worth ten photos.

Of course, the corpse had to be taken back too.

The others could be left behind. Moriguchi Muta, however, had to be taken. This would give leverage in negotiations.

But now that it's gotten so big, with a mass brawl breaking out, will there even be any negotiations? If we kill Takeo Kishida later, who will the Japanese send to negotiate?

Wait a minute. Didn't the Japanese say that there was a member of the imperial family in charge of negotiations? Where is that guy?

I didn't see him at the Manchurian Xinxing Hotel last time!

I don't seem to see him this time either. Could it be that he is with Takeo Kishida?

I can't help but wonder.

If this Japanese imperial family member is captured alive, how much ransom should be demanded?

US$100,000?

US$200,000? US$300,000? US$500,000?

I don't think the Japanese will be willing to pay that. Even an imperial family member isn't worth that much.

Forget it, just kill him!

It's too dangerous to capture him alive.

'Shaolong, I don't see Takeo Kishida. Do you think he ran off through one of the side streets?'

'Let him run if he wants to!'

Zhang Yong doesn't care. He's never been one to set high standards for himself.

He has already recouped his losses tonight. He has even made a small profit. So even if he lets Kishida Takeo escape, he doesn't think it will be a problem.

After all, there will be other chances to catch the other side in the future. Or he can just kill them.

'Should we go check the south?'

'That's fine.'

Zhang Yong nodded. He agreed.

The Japanese invaders may split up. Some will run from the north road, and some from the south road. Kishida Takeo may have chosen the south.

Now that the northern road is blocked, there might be something to be found in the south.

What?

The Japanese soldiers might all take the northern road? Is he suggesting an unconventional approach?

There's nothing we can do.

He really doesn't have the intelligence to judge all the actions of the Japanese soldiers. Without a system, he probably wouldn't have survived more than three episodes.

If Kishida Takeo really did take this road, there's nothing he can do.

What now? Go south.

Leave everything to fate.

So they turned south. They set up an ambush near Tiansin Road.

The result...

1am...

2am...

No movement.

Zhang Yongqing couldn't help but start yawning.

The most annoying thing about the Japanese invaders was that they had no regard for other people's rest times.

They had to stay up late at night.

If this continued, he was afraid that before he reached 30, he would grow old and decrepit.

Once upon a time, he was also a young and fresh man...

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. A red dot appeared on the map.

He immediately perked up.

'Here it comes!'

'Here it comes!'

The fat lamb is here!

Hurry up and sharpen the knife!