Chapter 330: The Traitor

Takeo Kishida was panicking. For real.

Moriguchi Muta had disappeared. His whereabouts were unknown.

He had not returned to the Hongkou Japanese-occupied zone. But he had gone.

Why had there been no news?

Had he been killed?

Arrested?

Takeo Kishida dared not think too much.

Takeo Imai was also unable to do anything but worry.

It was dark outside. He could not get in touch with Moriguchi either. He had no idea where Moriguchi was.

The endless darkness outside seemed to hide countless beasts. They would devour them at any moment.

What should he do?

Kishida Takeo was at a loss.

He could not continue waiting. Waiting would mean death.

He had to run.

Which way should he go?

It seemed that whichever way he took would lead to death.

Should he follow the original plan and take Tiansin Road?

What if Moriguchi was arrested and had already confessed? If he took the Tiansin Road, he would be walking into a tiger's den!

But if he didn't take Tiansin Road, which other road was there?

Take the Zhongxing Road?

It was the shortest road. And the best road.

He could get back to the Hongkou Japanese-occupied zone in the shortest time. If there were no obstacles in the way.

The problem was, what if there were obstacles in the way?

What if the Fuxing Society were waiting in ambush...

He couldn't think of anything. He felt like sitting on pins and needles. Time seemed to drag on.

Suddenly...

'Ring ring ring...'

'Ring ring ring...'

The room phone rang.

Takeshi Kishida's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Who was it?

Was it Moriguchi?

He picked up the receiver hastily and shouted, 'Moriguchi-kun...'

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, then a strange voice said, 'Are you Takeshi Kishida?'

'Who is this?' Kida Takeo's Chinese was also very good.

These veteran Japanese spies were all China experts. Many of them spoke Chinese better than the Chinese did.

And those spies who had been in China for many years looked exactly like Chinese people.

'Don't ask who I am,' said the unfamiliar voice. 'If you want to live, do as I say...'

'Baka!' Kida Takeo hung up the phone angrily.

He would not accept threats.

The other party was obviously trying to make a demand.

Who was it?

Takeo Kishida didn't want to know.

Anyone who could call here was definitely no ordinary person.

It was most likely a traitor in the Fuxing Society.

Wait. A traitor.

Damn it! He hung up the phone too soon.

He had rudely cut off a way out.

If the other party was really a traitor in the Fuxing Society, he could definitely help deal with Zhang Yong!

What did the Japanese lack the most right now?

An internal traitor in the Restoration Society. Someone who can help get rid of Zhang Yong.

Damn it!

He actually missed such a good opportunity.

He regretted it.

He wanted to beat himself to death.

He had been hasty...

He could not forgive himself.

'Ring ring ring...'

'Ring ring ring...'

Takeshi Kishida picked up the phone without thinking.

He hoped it was the internal traitor in the Restoration Society. This time, Takeshi Kishida would not make a mistake. However, the other person did not say anything.

'Speak, speak, speak...' Kishida Takeo hurriedly said.

'I can give you information about Zhang Yong.' Finally, the other end of the line spoke.

'Good, good, good, I'll give you whatever you want.' Kishida Takeo was relieved and very happy.

The role of an insider was unparalleled.

It was absolutely great news that someone in the Fuxing Society actually wanted to get rid of Zhang Yong.

In the future, as long as he cooperates with this person, he will get accurate information about Zhang Yong, and he can set up a trap to kill Zhang Yong. He will die in the most painful way possible.

As long as Zhang Yong is dead, the Fuxing Society will not be so terrifying.

'Pay attention to the Shen Bao. If there is a missing person's ad looking for a Mr. Huo from Xiangnan, it's me looking for you. You must rush to 121 Gengxin Road that night. There is a phone in the house. You wait in the house for my call.'

'Understood.'

'Before that, you should put 500 US dollars in the mailbox at 54 Shuiyin Road. As a sign of your sincerity.'

'Understood,'

Kishida Takeo replied hastily.

Was 500 US dollars a lot of money? Indeed it was. It hurt a little.

However, if it could be used to buy over a traitor in the Restoration Society, it was well worth it.

You can't catch a wolf without giving up your children.

Kishida Takeo understood this truth.

The other party hung up.

Kishida Takeo's depressed mood gradually lifted.

He never expected such a twist of events at the darkest moment of his life.

The Chinese, heh, just don't unite.

One Chinese person is a dragon. Three Chinese people are worms.

Look at China now. A disunited mass. Divided. The sick man of East Asia.

If the Chinese were united, how could they possibly have a chance of annexation?

The Chinese have a bad nature...

You see, what if Zhang Yong is capable? Immediately, someone within the Fuxing Society wants him dead!

"Ring ring ring...'

'Ring ring ring...'

Suddenly, the phone rang again. He picked it up hastily.

It turned out to be the voice of Toiihara Kenji: 'Withdraw immediately from Zhongxing Road. Hurry!'

'Yes!' Kishida Takeo hastily agreed. A chill ran down his spine.

Then the phone was hung up.

Kishida Takeo's heart grew more and more nervous. He had actually alerted Toiihara.

It's over...

It seems that Moriguchi Muta definitely had an accident.

Either he was arrested.

Or he was killed.

That's why Toihara Kenji was alerted.

There was no other way, so they had to take a chance. They had to take the Zhongxing Road. This was Toihara's order.

'Go!'

The order to set off was given immediately.

There were also five cars. They drove as fast as they could.

Kishida Takeo's only request was to get away. So, the only request was to be quick.

No matter what happened on the road, they could not stop.

Even if they were attacked, they should not fight back. Instead, they should continue to rush out as fast as they could.

Just getting out is a victory.

Just getting back to the Japanese-occupied Hongkou District is defeating the Fuxing Society.

Just getting back to the Japanese-occupied Hongkou District is giving up everything else. Including all your money.

The convoy raced along.

It sped furiously down Zhongxing Road in the middle of the night.

Soon, it entered the 250-metre distance. It was shown on the map.

Zhang Yong: ?

These Japanese invaders, they didn't even take the small road? They took the main road?

That's unexpected. It seems that there are some really smart people among the Japanese invaders!

And they're so fast!

'Where are the Japanese invaders?' asked Koxingde.

'It's too late,' replied Zhang Yong slowly.

'What?'

'They took Zhongxing Road.'

'No way?'

Koxingde was stunned.

Damn it, are these Japanese invaders that cunning?

They took the main road?

It's over. They're not defending the main road. It's too late to intercept them if we rush over there at this time.

Because the distance between the two sides is about the same. But the Japanese invaders are faster. After all, that's the main road over there. The road conditions are good. The lanes are wide. If you don't care about your life, the speed can reach more than 70 miles per hour.

It's a pity. I didn't even manage to block them. In the end, the Japanese invaders took advantage of the situation.

'Let's go after them!'

Zhang Yong is calm. Calm and composed.

He had already killed one, Moriguchi Muta, and was trying to kill another, Kishida Takeo. It was too greedy.

Since they couldn't stop them, they would chase them.

Chase them.

Fire from a distance. Kill as many as possible. They had already made a fortune tonight.

'Chase!'

'Hurry!'

Kou Xingde immediately ordered the team to move.

Zhang Yong gave the car a kick and took the lead.

His driving skills were really good. He could drive in his previous life. After crossing over, he also drove every day, and his driving skills were still okay.

He is only carrying Guo Qiyun in the car.

A series of red dots move past from the front. The distance is about 50 metres.

So fast.

The Japanese invaders are fleeing like crazy.

Unfortunately, there is no way to intercept them. Otherwise, none of them would be able to escape.

But there is no use complaining now. Just quietly chase after them.

Accelerate. Accelerate. Exit the side road.

Finally, the car turns into the main road of Zhongxing Road. However, in just a moment, the distance between the two sides has already exceeded 100 metres.

Zhang Yong pressed the accelerator to the floor. The distance was shortened to about 70 metres.

'Fire!'

'Shoot if you get the chance!'

Zhang Yong yelled.

Guo Qiyun hesitated. It's not easy to operate!

You need to stick your head out the window. And then...

Suddenly, he saw Zhang Yong pick up the submachine gun. He slammed the butt of the gun against the windshield. Unfortunately, it didn't break. But Guo Qiyun understood. So he slammed the butt of the gun against the glass.

'Boom!'

'Boom!'

It sounded as if it had been smashed.

It was smashed with all his strength.

Finally, the front windscreen was smashed.

Guo Qiyun raised the submachine gun.

'Pang!'

He fired decisively.

Unfortunately, the first shot missed.

Guo Qiyun had never fired a gun from a moving car before, at a speed of at least 50 miles per hour.

He pulled the trigger. And fired again.

'Pang!'

'Pang!'

Finally, a Japanese car suddenly lost control and crashed into the house next to it.

It must have been a wheel that was hit by the bullets. The car lost control. At high speed, a flat tyre can have serious consequences. The result was a direct crash.

Zhang Yong didn't care and continued to rush up. Regardless of the crashed car.

'Change the submachine gun!'

'Okay!'

Guo Qiyun put down the Mosin-Nagant. He picked up the Thompson.

The rifles were single-shot. Powerful. But the rate of fire was slow. It was simply unable to keep up with the speed of the cars.

'Da-da-da...'

'Da-da-da...'

A burst of bullets.

Another car was hit. It lost control.

It crashed heavily to the side.

'Boom!'

'Clatter...'

A mess. The impact started a fire.

It looked like someone had been thrown from the car. It tumbled in the air.

Zhang Yong didn't care and continued to chase.

'Da-da-da...'

'Da da da...'

Guo Qiyun furiously fires his gun.

The Japanese soldiers in front are too busy fleeing for their lives to shoot back. They are just sitting ducks.

Soon, the third car is also turned into a beehive. It loses control. It too crashes into the side of the road.

'Boom...'

Zhang Yong continues to press the accelerator to the floor.

There are still two cars in front of him.

Suddenly, the rear windscreen of a Japanese car is smashed.

Shit!

The devils are doing the same thing!

Zhang Yong braked hard. He was afraid of crashing into the car. Then it would turn into a hornet's nest.

It was too dangerous.

If the Japanese fired a volley...

Fortunately, Guo Qiyun was faster.

'Da da da...'

'Da da da...'

The bullets rained down, killing the Japanese soldier first.

It was just a little bit of time. If it was a little bit longer, the Japanese soldier would have fired. Then they would both have died.

Fortunately, the gods bless the Chinese.

Even so, Zhang Yong did not dare to continue the pursuit. In case there was a counterattack.

The Japanese driver of the fourth car was not hit. He continued driving away. The distance between the two sides quickly widened.

Guo Qiyun reluctantly pulled the trigger. But the gun did not fire.

What a pity. The drum was empty.

'No pursuit,' Zhang Yong slowly stopped the car.

If they run, let them run. Safety first.

Five cars, three destroyed in the pursuit, that's enough.

In fact, car chases aren't that difficult.

As long as you don't need to catch them alive, just shoot them to death.

And lo and behold, they're basically all shot.

Get out.

Go up and check. See if there's anything you can embezzle.

Unfortunately, everything is already scattered all over the place. There's quite a lot of money. I took a little bit with me. I didn't dare take too much. So as not to take up space.

'Shaolong!'

'Shaolong!'

At this time, Koxingde came up from behind.

All three cars had overturned. They were in pieces. It was a miserable sight.

The Japanese in the cars were all dead.

Of course, Zhang Yong dared to go up and check only after confirming that they were all dead!

Otherwise, what if they were shot by the Japanese in cold blood?

One good thing about the map is that it can accurately distinguish between the dead and the living.

If it's not displayed, then they are definitely dead. It's 100% safe. There's no need to worry about Zuo Lan being shot by Ma Quan.

The smashed vehicle scattered a lot of ocean. It was originally packed in a box. But it was smashed.

So everyone was busy picking up the ocean. It was reloaded.

'Unfortunately, they didn't kill Takeshiro Kishida,' thought Koxingde with a sense of grievance.

His spirit was still full.

He felt that he could continue fighting.

Guo Qiyun felt the same way.

If all battles were this exciting, he would never get tired.

Defeating the Japanese invaders was like cutting melons with a knife. Even if you saw it with your own eyes, you wouldn't believe it.

When did the Japanese invaders become so weak?

They were completely unable to fight back in the face of Zhang Yong, and could only flee in disgrace.

This was the first time he had seen the Japanese invaders being bullied so badly...

'Next time!'

Zhang Yong casually replied. There was still a chance.

As long as Takeo Kishida is still in the Songhu area, they will definitely meet again next time.

At that time, they will find a way to finish off the other side.

It was a busy time.

He didn't bother to count how many silver dollars there were.

Let's talk about it when we get back.

Tonight's mission is over.

He called Li Boqi, 'Team leader, we are ready to come back.'

'It seems that the Japanese invaders outside have also withdrawn,' Li Boqi replied, 'Be careful on the way back.'

'Got it,' Zhang Yong promised. Then he hung up the phone.

He turned to Guo Qiyun and said, 'Counselor Guo, will you come back to the office with us? We'll provide food and accommodation.'

'Great! Thanks!' Guo Qiyun nodded.

His task was to observe and learn. It was actually good to be able to go back to the office of the Fuxing Society.

He would go and see how the Fuxing Society operated on a daily basis.

So they headed back to the office.

Sure enough, the red dots outside the office had disappeared.

There were no more Japanese invaders.

They returned safely to the office. They stopped the car. They got out.

Everyone is tired. But everyone is also very excited. They are busy unloading the ocean.

Li Boqi is already used to it.

Zhang Yong has not returned today, so he knows that he is making a fortune outside.

This guy, as long as there is money to be made, he can stay awake for 72 hours straight. The Japanese invaders are unlucky to encounter him. Others just want to die. He wants both life and money.

'Team leader, shouldn't we set up a special finance team?'

'Okay.'

'Then we'll have a little piggy bank.'

'You're thinking too much. The Shanghai station will be set up next month. Everything is up to the station manager.'

'Oh? The station manager? Who will be the station manager?'

'I don't know.'

'Should we try for it?'

'Don't bother. All the big shots are watching.'

'Oh...'

Zhang answered dejectedly.

Many people are eyeing it? Does Li Boqi stand no chance?

Damn, I'm not willing to accept this!

The Shanghai station is being set up, and Li Boqi is not even a part of it?

At least he should be the deputy station manager!

Otherwise, he will definitely not accept it.

It remains to be seen who will be the station manager of the Shanghai station.

If he is not happy with it, he can just lie low.

Let's see how the Shanghai station operates.