Chapter 398: Quick on the Money, Quick on the Draw

In fact, catching people also requires tactics.

It's different from the average battlefield. Special operations require speed, accuracy, ruthlessness, and secrecy.

The last one means keeping a secret.

It's best if no one knows. Or as few people as possible.

Therefore, you must minimise the use of firearms. Minimise the use of heavy weapons and explosives.

If you throw grenades and bombard with mortars, the whole world will know. There's no such thing as secrecy. The sound of gunfire is so intense that the Japanese army may have already arrived.

Therefore, once the operation begins, Yu Lexing personally leads the team and cuts off the enemy convoy.

He blocks the first four cars. He splits the next two.

The last car is shot directly with a rifle. Not a single one was left alive.

The first four cars were deterred with submachine guns. Forcing the enemy to stay away. Then quickly approaching the target vehicle.

'Hurry!'

'Hurry!'

Everyone moved quickly.

At this moment, they seemed incredibly skilled.

Because they had rehearsed this scene countless times. The tactics were very skilled.

Everyone knew exactly what to do.

Zhang Yong: ...

Okay, I'll just watch.

He really only had to watch.

Yang Zhi and Luo Yiming are the same.

Only Cao Mengqi and Zhong Yang participate in the attack, and they are also veterans.

A veteran is a veteran.

They can aim accurately with their eyes closed.

'Pop!'

One shot kills the driver.

Among the targeted personnel, the driver is the easiest to kill.

Why?

His position is fixed.

In front of Ma Siyuan's rifle, any vehicle protection is fake.

Unless it's a tank.

A pint-sized tank is also a tank.

If you kill the driver, the vehicle will spin out of control and no one else will get away.

Crossfire.

Shoot out the windows.

The people inside will naturally die with them.

The way they do it in spy dramas, with people slumped over in their seats or crouching down, is nonsense.

Apart from the engine and gearbox, no part of a vehicle can stop a rifle bullet. Or a 11.43 mm Thompson submachine gun bullet.

The target vehicle was clearly stunned. It didn't return fire.

It didn't dare open the windows.

If you opened the window, you risked being shot at.

The car was surrounded.

The window was smashed.

Someone was standing guard nearby with a gun.

The result...

The people inside were sensible. They obediently raised their hands.

'Fu Jiazhen!'

'Is that him?'

'Yes, that's him!'

'Arrest him!'

Zhang Yong let out a sigh of relief.

It was good that there had been no mistake. His analysis had been correct to a small degree.

Indeed, there was no one sitting next to Fu Jiazhen.

The driver and a bodyguard were in the front row.

They tried to put up a fight, but Fu stopped them. He was very sensible.

Fu seemed to know that they wanted to capture him alive. So he decisively ordered the bodyguard to give up resistance. As a result, all three were captured.

Sure enough, he had judged correctly.

They really just wanted to capture him alive. So they didn't shoot at him.

'Mr Fu?' Zhang Yong came forward.

'Who are you?' Fu Jiazhen, of course, did not know Zhang Yong.

He could not believe how young the attacker was.

And how efficient and swift the operation had been.

He could not understand it.

It was unbelievable.

How did the other party know that he was in this car?

All the other cars had been shot up, but his car was fine.

What did that mean?

It meant that the other party had accurate information.

Panic.

He could not remain calm.

'My name is Liu Heizi. I came from Shanghai. I apologise for any offence caused.'

'I was wondering who was so awesome, and it turns out to be a fierce dragon from across the river. I'm impressed. I'm impressed.'

'No problem, no problem.'

'I've heard a lot about you!'

Fu Jiazhen was beaming from ear to ear, and was acting like long-time buddies with Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong was truly impressed by this chameleon-like skill. Really. These guys are all so fickle. They say what people want to hear.

'I don't know what Master Liu is doing in Jinmen...'

'Begging for alms.'

'Begging for alms?'

'It's a shame to say this, but I'm running low on money recently, so I've come to ask Boss Fu for some help. I hope Boss Fu won't be offended. When I Liu Heizi become rich one day, I'll repay you tenfold.'

'You're too kind. Since Master Liu has come to Jinmen, it's only right that I show you some hospitality.'

'Then, please give me a number.'

'You see, I've prepared everything. Please take it all, Master Liu. I'm sorry for the lack of a grand gift, but time was short.'

'I'm very grateful. I'll never forget your kindness.'

'Please!'

'Please!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand. He told the men to take away all the goods in the car.

Fu Jiazhen, who had fled from the Tianpeng Theatre, had of course put all his valuables in the car.

It was in the back seat. He didn't trust anyone. He had to take charge himself.

Now it was all in Zhang Yong's hands.

The two of them asked each other questions and laughed, there was no hint of a battle.

Zhang Yong opened one of the boxes.

It was full of gold bars. All of them were big yellow fish.

The kind that weigh ten taels. At a glance, there were at least 50 of them. Good stuff. So rich!

Opened another box.

Still gold bars. Still big yellow fish.

There are more than 50 of them again.

Nod.

Impressive.

These traitors are really rich.

No wonder everyone in the military intelligence made a fortune after the victory in the War of Resistance.

Just by squeezing one traitor, they can get this much ill-gotten wealth. If they get more, they will be rich beyond their wildest dreams. No wonder Yu Zexing's boss is so enthusiastic.

No one else can resist!

Close the box.

'Thank you.'

'You're welcome.'

Fu Jiazhen was beaming from ear to ear.

But inside, he was bleeding.

These were his life savings! Someone had taken them all!

He wanted to fight to the death with the other person. But he dared not.

He was afraid that if he made any sudden move, he would be shot to pieces by the submachine gun.

This Liu Heizi person had dared to come from Shanghai to Tianjin, so he must be a man without fear of death.

If he fought against someone like this, he would really be dead.

Zhang Yong opened another brocade box.

His eyes immediately lit up. It was glittering with gold. He was shocked.

It turned out that the brocade box contained a solid gold Buddha statue. It was 30 cm high. It was lifelike.

He picked it up and found it very heavy. He judged that it weighed at least 20 to 30 catties.

Amazing, it was a solid gold Buddha statue. Awesome! It was priceless!

It had a price but no market.

It seemed that a solid gold Buddha statue like this would definitely make a great gift.

Who should I give it to?

Of course, it should be given to that lady.

Before the victory of the War of Resistance Against Japan, that lady was his greatest talisman.

Not even Boss Dai.

Because Boss Dai was on his last legs.

That lady was the only one who was getting stronger and stronger, and her status was rising higher and higher.

Good.

Put it away.

Don't look at anything else.

I believe in Fu Jiazhen's ability to accumulate wealth. This trip will definitely not be a waste.

He reluctantly gave up his love and was not prepared to swallow it.

After all, there are too many people watching. We'll talk about it later.

'Please come with me, Mr Fu.'

'Master Liu, you're too kind. I'll go back and prepare another gift...'

'Yang Junjian, do you know him?'

'Who?'

'A Nationalist pilot. He fled from the south and landed in Tianjin. Then he fell into the hands of the Japanese. Have you heard of him?'

'Yes, yes, I have. Master Liu, what are you...'

'The Nationalist government has offered a reward. I, Liu, am not talented, but I want to offer a gift. To secure a future for myself. Please, Mr Fu, give me some pointers.'

'He's with the Japanese.'

'Where exactly?'

'Master Liu, you're really putting me in a difficult position. How could I possibly know?'

'How many descendants does Mr Fu have?'

'Are you going to...'

'How about I send Mr Fu away, and then reunite him with you?'

'Liu Heizi, don't be so arrogant!'

Fu Jiazhen finally couldn't hold back any longer. The man in front of him was insatiably greedy.

He had taken all of his wealth. And yet he still wouldn't let him go. This was a complete disregard for the code of the underworld!

"Boss Fu, I'm from Shanghai, and I'll be leaving after this job.'

'You, you, you...'

Fu Jiazhen suddenly turned pale. He gritted his teeth. But he was trembling.

The other party's threat seemed to be understated. But he was very afraid.

It's because people like them, local gangsters, aren't afraid of the locals. What they fear most are outsiders. If someone really does a job and then leaves, then he'll die for nothing.

Can the Japanese really go after him on the beach to avenge him? Don't think about it.

'I don't know the exact location...'

'Then I'm sorry.'

'Huang Sini knows. Huang Sini knows. Huang Sini knows...'

'Oh?'

Zhang Yong's expression changed.

Huang Sini? Another local gangster from Tianjin?

This guy is also one of the big traitors. He is fawning over the Japanese and secretly colluding with them.

Does he know where Yang Junjian is?

"Huang Sini knows, really. Huang Sini knows. Really...'

'How do you know?'

'It seems that the pilot is at the Dafa Casino...'

'Is that so?'

'Yes. The Japanese let him stay at the Dafa Casino, treating him to fine wine and food every day, and women...'

'Then why didn't you just say Dafa Casino?'

'It was there before. But I can't say for sure if it's still there now...'

Fu Jiazhen pleaded pitifully.

Zhang Yong nodded as if he understood.

In fact, Zhang Yong fully understood the other person's psychology. This guy is trying to drag Huang Sinian down with him.

If only Fu Jiazhen suffers the loss, then it will be miserable in the future.

Without so much floating wealth, his territory will probably be immediately divided up by the other several traitors.

The Japanese will also feel distanced from you if they think you are incompetent.

That's right. The Japanese are also very snobbish. If they think you are useful, they will co-opt you. If they think you are useless, they will kick you away.

Haha, working for the Japanese is not that easy...

'So do Xie Chengping and Tang Guoyuan know as well?' Zhang Yong deliberately went along with the other person's meaning.

'They?' Fu Jiazhen's eyes were confused, but then he reacted immediately and said, 'Yes, yes. They all know...'

'I see,' Zhang Yong said with a meaningful look. "Then I'll go have a good chat with them.'

'You should. You should," Fu Jiazhen let out a sigh of relief.

He couldn't wait for this scourge in front of him to take action.

He had to hurry and get rid of Huang Sinian, Xie Chengping, and Tang Guoyuan.

He would also take their wealth, so that everyone would be back on an equal footing. That way, he would no longer be bullied.

'So, who do you think I should go to first?' Zhang Yong asked with a sincere face.

'Tang Guoyuan. Tang Guoyuan,' Fu Jiazhen answered without hesitation.

'Why?'

'Because Tang Guoyuan lives with his seventh concubine. He doesn't have many people around him.'

'Who is the seventh concubine?'

'She is his seventh concubine. She just followed him not long ago.'

'Really?'

Zhang Yong gave a knowing smile.

Not bad.

Very good.

This was indeed a good time to talk to Tang Guoyuan.

He immediately asked for the address of Tang Guoyuan's seventh concubine. Then he led the men to move quickly.

The point was to move quickly.

If you want to get the money, you must be quick.

When they arrived at Shuimen Hutong, it was still dark. It was just after 4am. It was the time when people slept the soundest.

'That's the house.'

'There are nine people inside.'

'Nine?'

'Yes!'

Zhang Yong studied the structure of the small house carefully.

It was a three-storey building. There were five people on the first floor. Two on the second floor. And two on the third floor.

Judging from the two people on the second floor, who were almost overlapping each other, they should be Tang Guoyuan and his seventh concubine. The others were bodyguards. Or family members.

'There is a Japanese.'

'Who?'

'On the first floor,'

Zhang Yong said calmly.

The map showed a red dot on the first floor.

I don't know if it's a hidden Japanese spy or a Japanese with an open identity.

The judgment is the former.

Otherwise, it is impossible for the Japanese to not be asleep at this time.

They should be hidden among the bodyguards, protecting Tang Guoyuan while also spying on him. The Japanese cannot completely trust these traitors.

While they are co-opting them, they will also send someone to spy on them. Just like No. 76.

When you are obedient, you can still be a dog. If you are not obedient, you will not even have the chance to be a dog.

Seeing Li Shiqun's typical end is a good example. The Japanese suspected him and wanted to get rid of him, so they directly poisoned him.

Knowing that it was poisonous, Li Shiqun still dared not refuse to eat it. Otherwise, he would die even faster.

This plague of a man, No. 76, did not die at the hands of the Japanese, but was instead poisoned by the Japanese. He deserved it.

Zhang Yong drew a map on the ground.

He marked out the specific locations of each target.

Every combat cadre had to remember it.

Yu Le woke up, wanting to speak but stopping himself.

He felt very amazed. How did Zhang Yong know?

What kind of magical powers does this guy have that he can accurately explore the number and location of people in the bungalow?

You have to know your enemy and yourself in order to launch a surprise attack.

This is the most important factor.

As long as you have accurate information about the enemy, you can take targeted measures.

Once you launch an operation, you are basically guaranteed to win.

On the contrary, if you don't know the enemy's situation, you simply dare not take any action.

For example, if you didn't know that there were nine people in the bungalow and where each of them was located, Yu Lexing would never have launched the operation.

That would be suicide.

There could be an ambush at any time.

Or the enemy could be hiding in the shadows, waiting to strike.

In short, the unknown is the enemy.

But now, Zhang Yong has removed this enemy. He has laid the enemy bare before them.

All they have to do is act.

'Go!'

He waves his hand.

Get to work.

They attack from three directions.

Yu Lexing leads his men charging in from the first floor. They don't go through the front door. They break in through the windows.

Zhong Yang led his men over the second floor.

Some people took a long ladder and went straight to the third floor.

Since they knew how many people were inside and where they were, the attack was much easier.

They were all experts.

Breaking windows and climbing walls were basic skills.

Zhang Yong watched from behind.

'Don't move!'

'Don't move!'

He had a clear view of the whole situation almost instantly.

No guns were fired.

It was silent.