Chapter 381: Oil Extraction

Wei Heren was taken back to the vicinity of Wei Dongbao's home.

The map showed that the red dot had not moved much. It was probably lying dead at home.

This Japanese spy has had a hard time. He has actually endured such a life for three years.

His mind is really crazy!

After he dies, he must be sent to the shrine toilet of the gods of peace. Hehe.

Therefore...

be careful in everything you do. Just in case.

If the Japanese spy has a grenade or something on him and it goes off suddenly, then it's all over.

It was decided to let Wei Heren lure the other person out.

'Cuckoo!'

'Cuckoo!'

Wei Heren imitated the sound of a bird nearby.

After a while, the red dot started to move. Then it walked out of the door.

Zhong Yang and Cao Mengqi immediately pounced from the sides. Yang Zhi and Luo Yiming were responsible for firmly holding the target's hands.

Overpower.

Tie up.

Stuff a rag in their mouths.

All in one go. The Japanese spies were not given the chance to resist.

Once they were restrained, they were taken inside. A thorough search was carried out. But nothing was found. It is estimated that they are not in this house.

There are so many brick and tile houses nearby. There are so many ruins. They can hide anywhere.

Wei Dongbao is still struggling desperately.

His neck is red from the force of his exertions. His veins are bulging and his eyes are blazing.

'I'm Liu Heizi!'

'I'm here to borrow some money!'

Zhang Yong patted the other person on the shoulder. As a sign of comfort.

Using the identity of Liu Heizi often made the Japanese spies let their guard down. At least the resistance was not so strong.

As for whether this identity was real or not, it didn't matter.

As long as you don't say you're an agent of the Special Branch of the Restoration Society.

Sure enough, Wei Dongbao, who was struggling desperately, let out a relieved sigh. His eyes were half-believing. He turned his head and looked at the several of them. It seemed as if he was trying to determine their identities.

In fact, he was unable to. But there was a glimmer of hope in his mind. The hope was that they were simply robbers.

Zhang Yong waved his hand, telling Cao Mengqi to release the rag in the other person's mouth.

'I know you're Japanese,' Zhang Yong said bluntly, "if you don't want the Fuxing Society to know, then cooperate.'

Wei Dongbao's movements were stiff for a while, and finally he nodded slowly.

The other party is not from the Fuxing Society?

It seems that they really aren't.

There are only five of them. They're not a large group.

If the Fuxing Society were arresting someone, there would be a large group. There would definitely be more than five.

A quiet sigh of relief.

Zhang Yong pointed his finger at Wei Heren again, "This young man said you have money.'

'I...' Wei Heren subconsciously wanted to deny it. He really hadn't said that. But in the end, he didn't dare to say it. He was afraid of being beaten again.

He now kind of believed that the other party was in the underworld.

Because these people were really rude. They beat him at every turn. He was beaten so badly.

Wei Dongbao lowered his head, as if he was thinking about something.

Obviously, he didn't believe that the other party simply wanted money. The other party's arrival was too strange.

The worst thing was that the other party knew he was Japanese. This was a disaster for him.

'I just want money, not my life.'

'...'

'If you're obedient and co-operative, I won't make things difficult for you. When I become successful in the future, I will repay you double.'

'...'

Wei Dongbao remained silent.

He didn't believe a single punctuation mark in this idiot Zhang Yong's opening remarks.

How could things be that simple?

Zhang Yong also knew that the other party didn't believe him. But it didn't matter.

Since he's here, he'll squeeze every last drop of oil out of him. Otherwise, he really will skin him alive and feed him to the dogs.

After all, you're a Japanese spy, and you don't even have a few hundred dollars. How pathetic. What's the point of living? Just die already!

"I'll count to three...'

'One, two, three...'

'Ah...'

Wei Dongbao let out a scream.

But Zhang Yong had plunged a knife into his thigh.

Sorry. He didn't know how to torture people. There were no torture implements here either. He had to start with three cuts and six holes.

What did three cuts and six holes look like on TV? It looked like they went all the way through?

Alas, he didn't have enough strength. They didn't go all the way through.

'No, no...'

Wei Dongbao gasped. He begged for mercy.

The pain made him want to roll around on the ground. Unfortunately, it didn't work. He couldn't move. He couldn't even roll around. He could only gasp for breath.

He looked down. He watched as the dagger was plunged into his thigh, and blood gushed out.

'Three cuts and six holes. This is the first cut...'

'How is it? How does it feel? Does it hurt? Can you bear it?'

'If you can bear it, I'll give you another cut. How does it feel?'

Zhang Yongbin was polite and slow-spoken.

It seemed that the effect was average, and the Japanese spy did not give in.

Indeed, these low-level Japanese spies have a high tolerance for pain. Because they themselves have led a hard life.

Pull out the dagger...

The blood flows faster.

Raise the dagger...

'Wait! I'll speak!' Wei Dongbao suddenly spoke.

'Speak!' Zhang Yong still held the dagger up. He was ready to stab again at any moment. The target was the other leg.

However, Wei Dongbao fell silent again.

Zhang Yong waved the dagger. He told someone to push Wei Heren over.

He put the dagger in Wei Heren's hand. He told him to stab Wei Dongbao.

Wei Heren: ?

Wei Dongbao: ?

The two men's faces suddenly turned strange.

Wei Heren was shocked and scared. How dare he stab Wei Dongbao with a dagger?

"Baka!'

'How dare you!'

Wei Dongbao shouted angrily.

Wei Heren was just a dog they had bought, how dare he do anything?

Baka!

He wanted to tear the other person apart.

'I...'

Wei Heren's dagger trembled in his hand.

Zhang Yong took out another dagger. He waved it at Wei Heren.

The meaning was very simple.

Either, you stab Wei Dongbao with a dagger.

Or, I stab you, Wei Heren, with a dagger.

Which one?

You choose.

Helpless, Wei Heren had no choice but to grit his teeth and raise the dagger at Wei Dongbao.

'How dare you!'

'Baka!'

Wei Dongbao was so furious, it was beyond words.

However, Wei Heren gritted his teeth and really stabbed. At this point, he had no way out.

As a result, the stab was not deep enough and it missed, cutting off a large piece of flesh. Immediately, blood gushed out.

'Ah...'

'Baka!'

Wei Dongbao was in pain and anger.

He was in a state of painful hysteria.

However, he was tied up and could not struggle at all.

His body was tense. The pain made him feel like he was going to die on the spot.

'No rush. Take your time.'

'Here. One more stab. Do it again when you see it. The next stab must be quick and merciless, without hesitation...'

Zhang Yong was coaching him from the side.

Wei Heren trembled as he raised the dagger again.

Wei Dongbao: ...

Baka!

Bastard!

He finally gave in.

He couldn't bear such a punishment. It was so unprofessional.

He could bear the physical pain. But the psychological pain, he couldn't bear. The person he most wanted to kill right now was Wei Heren.

'I said, what do you really want to know?'

'Money. Dora. Dollars. Understand? You're Japanese, you should have accumulated quite a lot of money...'

'I don't have any money...'

'Really?'

'I...'

Wei Dongbao took back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

But he saw Zhang Yong nudging Wei Helin. Wei Helin raised the bloody dagger again.

Baka!

Can you find someone else!

Can you find someone professional.

Three cuts and six holes, straight through! It's terrible, it can't be pierced, it cuts flesh too...

'Where's Ryuzo Kuroshima?'

'Him?'

'Yes. I want to beg him for alms...'

'Baka! Impossible!'

'Ah...'

A scream.

Wei Dongbao's ear was cut off.

The one who did it was Cao Mengqi.

The one who signalled it was Zhang Yong.

The main point was ruthlessness. A surprise attack.

Three slashes and six holes are just the appetiser. There's something even more advanced coming up next. How about a human stick? I learned it from 'Royal Tramp'...

'Ear cut off...'

'Nose cut off...'

'Arm cut off...'

'Cut off everything that sticks out. It's called a human stick. Do you want to try it?'

Zhang Yong's words were persuasive.

Wei He couldn't help but tremble all over. He was terrified.

Wei Dongbao gritted his teeth. Anger. Incompetent fury. His gums bled from the pressure. The anger seemed to explode from the top of his skull. But it was useless.

'Baka! Didn't you say you just wanted money?'

'Have you paid?'

'I...'

Wei Dongbao was suddenly at a loss for words.

The other party had spoken so plausibly that he was at a loss for words.

Silence.

'Where is Kuroshima?'

'I don't know.'

'Don't you want your other ear?'

'I really don't know. He is a member of the imperial family. I am not qualified to know his whereabouts.'

'Okay. I believe you this time. So what task did he give you? Where is the funding for your mission?'

'I don't have any funding.'

'The emperor doesn't need hungry soldiers. Do you think I will believe that?'

'My cover identity doesn't require funding.'

'You...'

Zhang Yong was desperate.

It seemed that no oil could be squeezed from this stone.

Alas, it's over...

A waste of effort...

What should I do?

What else can I do? I can only ask about the business.

Damn it. I hate these poor spies the most. He gets no benefit from this at all. No motivation at all.

'Who is the traitor in the Military Senate?'

'What Military Senate?'

'Don't tell me you have no connection with the Military Senate. The 107 tram you take to work goes past the Military Senate.'

'I really have no connection with the Military Senate. It's not my target.'

'Then what is it?'

'The Farmers' Bank.'

'What?'

Zhang Yong was stunned.

Peasant Bank?

Wait. Whose business is this?

I need to think. Oh. It seems to be the Chen family's. Yes. It is the Chen family's.

The Chiang family's Central Bank. The Soong family's Construction Bank. The Kung family's Communications Bank. Each one is carving up the market for itself. Each has its own way of doing things. It's the common people who get reaped.

Curious...

What are the Japanese spies doing spying on the Peasant Bank?

Robbery?

'And then?'

'Record the daily operating data of the Farmers' Bank. Then report it once a week.'

'Anything else?'

'No.'

'Nothing?'

'That's my task.'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong really wanted to stab him to death with a knife.

Damn. What kind of task is this? What's the point of spying on a farmers' bank?

Recording the daily operating data is for economic situation analysis? Could it be that this guy is an economic spy?

Wait...

Economic spy?

Huh? It seems to be a new type!

Not all spies are political or military.

Economic spies are one type.

Especially in peacetime, economic spies are more active.

'How do you record the data?'

'We have developed two business managers who will provide daily operating data.'

'What are their names?'

'Teng Xiangwen and Li Yuanzhou.'

'And then?'

'There is no then. That's it.'

'Huh. Then why is Wei Heren standing here? And what's the matter with the legal tender metal master?'

'I...'

Wei Dongbao was silent once again.

Zhang Yong did not make a move. He was in no hurry. He waited.

He waited for the other person to think through the pain.

Every second was torture for Wei Dongbao.

He could have lied.

However, he could not deceive anyone. Because Wei Heren was right there.

That was what confrontation was for.

You Wei Dongbao really have a hard bone. However, Wei Heren is not hard! As long as Wei Heren knows, everything is stirred up.

'Who the hell are you?' Wei Dongbao finally asked, speaking in an obscure manner.

'Liu Heizi,' Zhang Yong continued to lie with his eyes wide open, 'I came from Shanghai.'

'Is it so hard to admit that you are Zhang Yong?'

'Although we look alike, I am not Zhang Yong. People often confuse the two of us. In fact, I am also very confused.'

'You...'

Wei Dongbao was defeated.

He had seen people with thick skin before, but never anyone with such thick skin.

The other person was obviously from the Special Branch of the Fuxing Society. He had received all the relevant information. But the other person just refused to admit it.

He even made up the identity of Liu Heizi to confuse people. They really took them for fools.

However, Zhang Yong insisted that there was nothing he could do. Perhaps the identity of Liu Heizi was more acceptable.

'I am a member of the Peach Bureau...'

'My name is Fujino Miyoshi...'

'I am a string of beads...'

'Along the 107 tram route, we have many informants who we have paid off. They will send information to the tram from time to time.'

'In addition to the Farmers Bank, there are also the Bank of Communications, the Construction Bank, the Agricultural Bank, etc.'

'We want all the economic data.'

'The issuance of fiat currency seriously threatens our interests, so we must obstruct it. It was decided to steal the metal master copy. His Excellency Heishima personally presided over this matter. However, after the metal master copy was stolen, it did not fall into our hands. There were some mistakes along the way.'

'After the mission failed, Hisao Kuroshima immediately left Jinling and returned to the Japanese-occupied district of Hongkou in Shanghai. Just in case something happened to him. He is still in the Japanese-occupied district of Hongkou. He will not return unless it is absolutely safe outside.'

Wei Dongbao finally confessed everything.

There was no point in continuing to hide it. The other party already had enough information.

'Peach Bureau?'

'New?'

Zhang Yong frowned.

Damn the devils, what do they need so many secret agencies for?

Of course, that's not important.

What's important is that all the other secret agencies have a lot of benefits. You're a new agency, the Peach Agency, so it's impossible that you don't have any benefits.

'Who is the head of your secret agency?'

'His Excellency Kuroshima.'

'And the key members?'

'You won't let me know that kind of confidential information. If you want the names of the insiders, I can provide them.'

'No rush with the insiders. How about the funding for your agency?'

'What?'

'Don't play dumb. I need money now. Do you understand?'

'It's in the Bank of Communications.'

'How do I get it out?'

'Only you, Mr. Heishima, know. I'm not qualified to know.'

'Okay, then, the names of the informants.'

Zhang Yong handed the other person a piece of paper and a pen, frowning.

Hurry up and write it down.

If I can't squeeze any oil out of you, I'll have to find someone else.

These traitors, one after the other, are all at the level of business manager, so there should be some profit.

Otherwise, I really don't want to do this anymore!