Chapter 357: Everyone has their own agenda

It may be because the train was full around the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Zhang Yong and the others occupied the first class compartment. No one else dared to approach. It was quite peaceful.

The problem was, Xu Enzeng just had to come up.

'Shaolong, let's squeeze together. Let's make some room for the common people.'

'We already paid for first class.'

'I'll give up half.'

'I'll have to ask our director. We need his permission.'

'Fine, go ahead!'

'Sorry, there's no phone on the train.'

'Well...'

'No discussion.'

'You!'

Xu Enzeng was finally getting a little angry.

Even Buddha gets angry. No matter how deep his reserves of calmness were, he felt provoked.

He had spoken nicely to the other party, but the other party had refused to give him face. He was the director of the Party Affairs Investigation Department, and even Dai Li would have to give him some face.

'Actually, you have a better way to handle this.'

'What way?'

'You can take the next bus.'

'You!'

Xu Enzeng turned around and left.

He really did take the people and get on the next bus.

He would rather wait an extra hour.

and Zhang Yong got angry. It wasn't worth it. The other person was just a pawn in Dai Li's game.

He was the director of the department, and getting angry with a lowly Dai Li lackey would only bring him shame.

He would return the favour when he met with Dai Li.

'You're welcome to leave,'

Zhang Yong said with a sneer. He wasn't afraid of Xu Enzeng getting angry.

He couldn't be all things to all people. He didn't have that kind of skill.

The only thing he can do is cling to the thighs of the seat holder.

Making enemies with others is also a way to cling to the thighs, because it cuts off other ways out.

He has offended so many people, so apart from staying in the secret service agency and working honestly for Boss Dai, what else can he do? There is no place to betray. Boss Dai can rest assured.

As for the future, when Boss Dai loses power, he will cling to Madam's thigh. With Madam looking after him, he will be safe until the end of the war.

As for after the war, needless to say, of course...

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

Suddenly, there was the sound of gunfire.

Zhang Yong reflexively ducked his head. Who the hell is firing guns randomly?

There's no Japanese spies around, so where's the shooting coming from?

There's no red dot on the map.

'Captain, it's the Special Agents Headquarters that's been attacked.'

'Oh?'

Zhang Yong was a little surprised.

Someone actually attacked the Special Agents Headquarters? Is that the Red Party?

In any case, these two organisations are almost bound together.

The targets dealt with by the Special Agents Headquarters are almost unique. They are the Red Party. And the strongest counterattack from the Red Party is also the Special Agents Headquarters.

However...

No.

The Red Party would not launch a sudden attack for no reason.

Assassinations and other violent acts are forbidden within the Red Party. Violence can only be used against traitors. Or to rescue one's comrades.

'Does the Secret Service have any members of the Red Party?'

'No.'

'Then...'

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

Since there were no members of the Red Party, it wasn't about rescuing one's comrades.

So it was purely an unprovoked attack?

Or was it someone acting in private?

It didn't feel right...

Although the Red Party wanted to skin Xu Enzeng alive, eat his flesh and drink his blood, they would never dare assassinate him in public.

That would be a serious violation of the Party's principles.

If it was an individual act, the perpetrator would be punished afterwards.

So after a short period of thought, Zhang Yong could almost be certain that the shooter was definitely not from the Red Party.

Either someone was impersonating the Red Party.

Or someone else was unhappy with the Secret Service and had attacked in public.

'How many were there?'

Zhang Yong didn't dare poke his head out to take a look.

It was still dangerous. If he got caught in the crossfire, he would be in big trouble.

'Just one. He's already run away.'

'Run away?'

'Yes. He ran away.'

'This...'

Zhang Yong frowned.

He actually ran away? This would be bad for the Red Party.

Without being able to accurately determine the identity of the other party, Xu Enzeng would definitely list the Red Party as the prime suspect.

After a report was filed, it was estimated that the authorities would start cracking down on the Red Party again.

Damn it...

If it really is the Red Party, Zhang Yong will give him a good slap.

Have you forgotten the principles of organisation?

You think you know it all. No organisation, no discipline. This is a serious crime!

Ke Gong is going to straighten out the ranks.

If it's a fake Red Party, then it's even more dangerous.

It shows that someone is trying to provoke hatred between the Secret Service Headquarters and the Red Party, and use it as a distraction.

Could it be a Japanese spy?

I don't think so. The map doesn't indicate any Japanese people.

Damn, what a troubled time...

Shake his head. Put this matter aside for the time being.

He can't help it.

And he can't help it either.

A collision between two titans, and he, a small figure caught in the middle, is complaining that he isn't dying quickly enough?

It's only right to mind his own business and be at peace.

Send Junshiro Aoki and Tanaka Man to the Shanghai concession, show them to Takasumi Akagi in person, and then discuss how to replace them...

'Clang, clang...'

'Clang, clang...'

The train starts moving. It's off.

It heads south. To Shanghai.

According to the schedule, the train will take about nine hours to reach its destination.

That means it will be nighttime when it arrives in Shanghai. But that's fine. The Songhu Office is open 24/7.

Xu Tiewu is probably still at Zhabei Railway Station. He'll be there for a month.

'Clang, clang...'

'Clang, clang...'

The train arrives in Changzhou. That's almost a third of the way there.

Many people are starting to feel hungry. They take out their lunches. However, Zhang Yong and the others did not bring any lunch.

Their habit was to get off the train and buy food.

There were definitely no boxed lunches. These days there are no fast food restaurants. There are only all kinds of snacks.

They are things like tea eggs, steamed buns, fried dough sticks, buns, barbecued chicken, congee, and so on.

Yang Zhi sent someone to get food. It was supposed to be a very simple matter. However, the person went off and did not come back for a long time. It was almost time for the train to depart, and the person still had not returned.

'Pop!'

Suddenly, the sound of a submachine gun came.

Zhang Yong's face suddenly changed.

Something was wrong.

Damn it, something unexpected has happened.

I actually encountered an accident here in Changzhou.

'Get off the train!'

Zhang Yong decisively ordered everyone to get off the train.

At the same time, he also took Aoki Junshiro and Tian Yuman off the train. They set up a perimeter.

After getting off the train, he calmed down a lot.

He couldn't do anything on the train. But after getting off, he wasn't afraid anymore.

Changzhou is also a major station.

Wei Yong quickly arranged for a search. The body was soon found.

Unfortunately, it was the young agent who got off the train to buy food. He had been killed. The Browning M1903 pistol he was carrying had also been taken.

After inspection, it was found that the murderer had used a revolver. One shot was fatal. It was shot from behind.

Furious.

This is an assassination!

Damn, who the hell was it?

Trying to stay calm.

He silently monitored the surroundings with his map. No red dots were visible. That meant there were no Japanese.

Then who had assassinated his own men?

It was getting a bit tricky.

A shot in the back, with a revolver, was impossible to trace.

'Captain, you go first!'

'Yes, Captain, you go first!'

Yang Zhi and Wei Yong both felt that something was not quite right. They felt that there might be a trap.

Zhang Yong shook his head.

There was no rush. He was in no hurry.

If he killed one of his own men, how could he rest easy if he didn't find out who the killer was?

Was it about money?

It didn't seem like it.

The corpse's money had not been stolen.

First, he found a phone and called Li Boqi. This was the first time Zhang Yong had encountered such a situation. He needed to seek advice immediately.

'Don't linger. Come back immediately,' Li Boqi instructed.

'But...' Zhang Yong was unwilling.

'You don't know anyone in Changzhou, and you could easily get into trouble. The other party's goal is to keep you there.'

'But...'

'Either you take the next train back to Shanghai immediately, or I'll personally lead someone to Changzhou to support you.'

'Then I'd better go back first!'

Zhang Yong gritted his teeth. Of course he couldn't let Li Boqi come here.

After hanging up the phone, he called the department head again.

'I knew something would go wrong,' the department head's tone was a little low, "this is a fishing hook.'

'What do you mean?" Zhang Yong said he didn't understand.

'Someone wants to keep you at Changzhou Station and deal with you later. If you choose to stay and investigate, you'll be playing right into the enemy's hands. Get on the train and leave immediately.'

'But...'

'I'll arrange for someone else to investigate Changzhou Station. I'll let you know what I find out. Don't worry about the short term, think about the long term.'

'I...'

'You're worth 100,000 US dollars. People out there are crazy and will do anything.'

'Okay!'

Zhang Yong finally reluctantly agreed.

Since both Li Boqi and the department head had said so, he definitely could not be stubborn.

In fact, when the department head mentioned the reward of 100,000 US dollars, he himself also realised the danger. The killers outside might really be crazy.

For the reward of 100,000 US dollars, they would really do anything.

In Shanghai and Jinling, the Fuxing Society had a strong presence and could send reinforcements at any time. The killers did not have that many opportunities.

However, there is no Fuxing Society presence at Changzhou Station. No reinforcements can be sent.

Yang Zhi and Wei Yong are also unfamiliar with the area.

If they fall into the killer's trap, it will indeed be very dangerous. Not only are they in danger, but all 30 people are in danger.

Although unwilling, they can only accept the reality.

Revenge is the next step before they can take action.

Be on guard.

Wait for the next train.

Time actually passes quickly, and the next train arrives soon.

Bring the people on board.

This train is also very crowded. There are a lot of people.

Of course, for Zhang Yong and the others, this is not a problem. Draw guns. Take over the dining car.

Of course, the train conductor dares not say anything. They are all a group of fierce-looking guys.

Because a teammate was killed, everyone is in a bad mood. Everyone seems to be on edge. They don't look friendly at all.

Fortunately, Zhang Yong did not forget to pay. He directly took over the dining car.

One of his men was killed. He is very unhappy.

What made him even more unhappy was seeing Xu Enzeng again. He was on this train.

Xu Enzeng naturally quickly figured out what was going on. Seeing Zhang Yong's scowling face, he didn't come over to harass him. He was worried that Zhang Yong would do something rash.

This kind of hot-headed person, unable to control their emotions, can easily intensify conflicts.

Who knows, he might just pull out a gun and shoot you twice. And kill you outright. That would be a terrible injustice.

Even if you kill to repay a life, so what? You're already dead.

'Pop!'

'Pop!'

Suddenly, there was another gunshot.

Zhang Yong's eyebrows suddenly stood on end. No, they were raised. Anger surged up.

Damn it, is this never going to end?

And...

Huh? No, everyone on the train is one of us.

The gunshots shouldn't have anything to do with us. Then what is it? What happened next?

The map shows no Japanese!

Soon, someone hurriedly came to report to Xu Enzeng. A moment later, Xu Enzeng looked sideways at Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong temporarily suppressed his displeasure with him and said, 'What's going on?'

'Someone mistakenly shot the wrong car,' Xu Enzeng's face was not looking too good either.

'What?'

'Someone took my men for your men.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong finally understood.

It turned out that Xu Enzeng's men had also been murdered. They too got off the car to buy food.

Both the Fuxing Society and the Special Operations Headquarters wear dark Zhongshan suits when on missions. It is indeed difficult for outsiders to tell the difference.

Can they wear other clothes?

No.

Why not?

Because both departments have a directive to carry on the legacy of Dr. Sun Yat-sen.

How?

Wearing the Zhongshan suit is the best way to carry on his legacy.

It doesn't matter if you understand Sanminism or not. No one cares. But the Zhongshan suit must be worn.

Otherwise, how can you fool people?

'Why don't you get off the train and handle it, Director Xu?'

'I'm going to Shanghai.'

'Are you in a hurry?'

'Captain Zhang, you're still inexperienced when it comes to playing mind games with me.'

'Please, Director Xu, give me some advice.'

'It's unclear what's going on outside, so how can I just get off the train so easily? You've also lost a man, so why don't you stay at Changzhou Station and handle it?'

'I have important business.'

'I have important business too.'

'...'

Zhang Yong thought to himself, you're just afraid of dying!

If I were the director, I would fucking stay at Changzhou Station and handle it.

I just don't believe that we won't find the murderer.

We will dig up the ground three feet, spend tens of thousands of dollars, and find the person.

You offer a reward of 100,000 US dollars. I will also offer a reward of 3,000 US dollars for information about the murderer. 3,000 US dollars is enough.

Among the killers, it is also normal for colleagues to kill each other.

Those who dig for gold may not make money. But those who sell water are definitely making a profit.

Shut up.

The two have their own ulterior motives.

'Clang...'

'Clang...'

The train starts up.

It continues on its journey.