Chapter 400: Execution

Huang Siniang was still in a state of shock.

He didn't respond to Zhang Yong's words for a while.

He thought Zhang Yong was a small fry.

Perhaps the big boss hadn't shown up yet.

He was so young, he must be a small fry!

However, looking left and right, he didn't see the appearance of a big boss...

'You are...'

'My name is Liu Heizi. I'm from Shanghai.'

'Is your boss Mr. Du or Mr. Huang? Back then, I also had a chance encounter with both bosses...'

Huang Sinian still knew a little about the situation.

If someone so young was making such a big move, it could only be Du Yuesheng or Huang Jinrong.

He had been to Shanghai. He knew how complicated things were there.

Tianjin was a small fry in the face of Shanghai.

If the other party was sent by Du Yuesheng or Huang Jinrong, he really needed to be cautious.

Strangely, it didn't feel like it...

'I'm the boss myself!' Zhang Yong answered bluntly.

Huang Siniang was shocked, 'You...'

'Boss Huang, let's be frank. I want what's yours.'

'What?'

'People, money.'

'What people? What money?'

'The person is the pilot. The money is all your floating assets.'

'You...'

Huang Siniang was silent.

The other party was too straightforward. He revealed all his cards right away.

It seems that the other party is not a master!

A master would not have gone all-in like this. He would have arranged some foreplay...

'You arrange for someone to bring the person out first.'

'No.'

'Why?'

'The Japanese won't let him leave the Dafabet Casino.'

'Really?'

'Really!'

'Okay!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

Several men came up and lifted up Huang Siniang.

They took out a large piece of butter and put it on the fire to roast. The solidified butter gradually began to melt.

Huang Siniang suddenly panicked.

These bastards. They're being so cruel!

Where are you going to smear the hot butter? Do you want to die?

Hey, hey, hey, wait!

Wait!

You really can't use this! This will really kill someone!

"No, no...'

'You deserve this. Enjoy it.'

'I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you!'

'Give what?'

'People, people, people, I'll send someone over right away.'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong nodded.

Tell the person to keep melting the butter. Boil it.

If Wong Sze-nin plays any tricks, then sorry. Just wrap him in the butter. Make a little yellow man...

No, a big yellow man. This guy is really fat.

Oh, what a waste of butter! Butter is expensive these days. It cost a small fortune to buy a small bucket...

Take Wong Sze-nin to the phone.

There was no phone nearby. After a lot of trouble, they found a hotel. There was a phone at the reception.

'It smells good...'

Zhang Yong said next to Huang Sini.

He deliberately sniffed.

The smell of butter.

Haha. It really does smell like a cow!

These days there aren't so many chemical products. Butter is refined from cow butter.

Genuine.

Real stuff.

'What?'

'If you're not going to cooperate, I'll just have to feed it to you.'

'Ah...'

'Do I need to pour it down your throat?'

'No, no!'

Huang Sini hurriedly replied. Cold sweat was dripping from his forehead.

This guy, despite his young age, had such a vicious way of dealing with people.

Pouring boiling hot butter down his throat...

He couldn't even think about it.

He dutifully made the call. He told his men to immediately send Yang Junjian over.

The excuse was what Chih Ying-er had requested.

His men didn't suspect anything and hurriedly sent the person over.

And then...

There was no then.

Intercepted.

Captured.

Everyone was arrested.

Yang Junjian was also successfully captured. Handcuffed. Tied up.

'That's right!'

'It's him!'

Yu Lexi let out a sigh of relief.

Zhang Yong double-checked. It was correct. It was this guy. He had seen the photo.

A very handsome young man.

Unfortunately, he had gone astray.

Treason.

He deserved to die.

He immediately called. He wanted to call back to the Third Bureau of Intelligence directly to report the good news to Yang Li.

Then he realised that the hotel's phone could not make long-distance calls.

At that time, very few telephones could make long-distance calls. Ordinary people could not afford them.

That is, places like Jinling, Shanghai, Hangzhou, etc., had relatively more long-distance connections. Tianjin and Jinling had too few long-distance lines.

That was why the telegraph had never been cancelled.

For long-distance communication, the telegraph was faster than the telephone. It had a wider coverage area.

There was no other option but to call back to the Tianjin station. Find Chen Gongshu. Ask him to call or send a telegram to Jinling.

Chen Gongshu answered the phone quickly.

'What is it?'

'Stationmaster Chen, I and Instructor Yu have captured Yang Junjian.'

'Have you checked?'

'We have. It's him.'

'Keep a close watch.'

'Understood. Also, please ask Stationmaster Chen to report to the Director and seek instructions from higher authorities on how to deal with this. And please relay this to the Air Transport Department.'

'Understood.'

Chen Gongshu hung up the phone.

He shook his head. Then nodded. Then began drafting a telegram.

The telephone was not safe, it could be bugged.

A telegram was fast and safe.

As long as the Japanese didn't decipher the code, there was no risk of a leak.

Then he shook his head again. Then nodded again.

He shook his head because he found Zhang Yong truly strange. He could not understand him at all.

His mobility was so poor, but his abilities were truly miraculous.

If it comes to physical confrontation, with knives and guns, any field agent at Tianjin Station could beat him up and leave him black and blue.

Chen Gongshu almost vomited blood with anger during the last assessment, and he didn't want to deal with Zhang Yong anymore.

However, his special abilities made all kinds of agent operations very simple. It was like entering unoccupied territory.

From every perspective, this guy's abilities are irreplaceable.

Especially in the field of espionage, Zhang Yong's eyes and nose can replace hundreds or even thousands of people.

With this guy's help, almost any operation can be carried out.

On the contrary, without this guy's help, most operations will become very difficult. Or even fail.

Nod. It's lucky that this guy is on our side.

If this guy is the enemy, then it's over. He, Chen Gongshu, can't even defend himself.

Other people know all your deployments.

Other people know all your ambushes.

You can't even fight back!

All your efforts are worthless in the face of someone else's talent.

Sigh, send the message!

Yang Junjian was caught, which was a relief.

But...

There was still Yuan Wenhui, Zhang Benzheng, and Wang Zhulin...

These three super traitors were also targets to be eliminated by the Fuxing Society. They were all minions of the Japanese invaders. They helped the Japanese invaders do evil. It can be said that they are extremely evil and have committed heinous crimes.

However, all three of them are under the close protection of the Japanese. Chen Gongshu will not be able to get his hands on them easily. It will be hard to find an opportunity.

He has tried several times before, but it turned out to be a trap every time.

Thinking of Zhang Yong...

Perhaps, he can help?

...

Over here, Zhang Yong came to Yang Junjian's side.

Yang Junjian looked at him as if he had seen a ghost. Of course he recognised Zhang Yong.

When Zhang Yong brought him to the air force base for investigation, he remembered him from afar. Later, he realised that something was wrong and fled decisively. Unexpectedly, he still couldn't escape.

'Young Master Yang, you know me?'

'You, you...'

'That's right. I'm Zhang Yong. I'm from the Special Branch of the Fuxing Society.'

'You, you...'

Yang Junjian suddenly collapsed on the ground.

Before, he didn't know who exactly he was arrested. There was still a glimmer of hope for survival.

Unexpectedly, the other party was actually Zhang Yong.

Two months passed. The other party finally caught him. And he, all along, had never escaped.

With the arrival of Zhang Yong, the last shred of Yang Junjian's fantasy was completely shattered. At this moment, he was filled with remorse. But it was already useless.

There was no such thing as a regret pill. He had to pay for his crimes.

'Come, lift your head!'

Zhang Yong took out the camera. He needed to take a picture for the file.

In case anything else happened in the future, it would prove that he had indeed captured Yang Junjian.

If Yang Junjian had to be executed, it would also prove that he was still alive when he was captured.

Unfortunately, Yang Junjian was already a pool of slime and couldn't be lifted.

There was no choice but to have someone forcibly hold him down while the photo was taken.

Click!

Click!

The shutter was pressed continuously.

More than ten photos were taken from different angles before he stopped.

Just in time, the film ran out. It can be developed now. Get the photos developed and carry them with you. That way, you'll be safe.

But you can't take them back to Tianjin Station.

This incident has nothing to do with Tianjin Station. The Japanese can't use it against you.

In front of other people, he is still Liu Heizi. He is a fierce dragon from Shanghai. Even if the Japanese know, they have no proof.

The Japanese are so proud that they will definitely not make this public.

If it became known, it would only be more embarrassing.

'Young Master Yang, get up!'

'What do you, you, you want?'

'I was just asking some technical questions. Have you flown the Jinling to Tianjin route before?'

'No...'

'Then how did you fly here?'

'I just followed the compass and the level, flying straight north the whole way...'

'And you flew to Tianjin?'

'I didn't know where I was. But the fuel ran out. So I made an emergency landing...'

'No one guided you?'

'In the dark, who could provide guidance?'

'That's right.'

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

Then there's no problem. It was a complete coincidence. It was an accident.

Yang Junjian had no accomplices.

He was the only scumbag in the Air Force. There was no one else.

Gao Yuanhang is innocent.

The lady would like this outcome.

It's enough to have one scumbag.

'I'm curious. How much did the Japanese pay you to betray your country?'

'Fifty gold bars.'

'How many?'

'Fifty gold bars. Big ones.'

'Where are the gold bars?'

'I hid them in Jinling. I didn't have time to take them when I left.'

'Where exactly?'

'Do you think I'll tell you?'

'You're right.'

Zhang Yong nodded.

It didn't matter. What's the point of arguing with a dead man?

He waved his hand. Someone brought a spoonful of butter.

The butter is still steaming.

'I'll tell you, I'll tell you.'

'That's right.'

'Yes, yes, yes. Near the empty treasury oil depot, I dug a hole and buried the gold bars in it.'

'The exact location.'

'It was 3 pm. I was facing the oil depot, facing west, with the sun behind me, and the shadow of my head was pressed against the wall of the oil depot. The gold bars were buried just below where I was standing.'

'Damn, this is so complicated,'

Zhang Yong grumbled. He hated people who flaunted their intelligence.

He had to conduct experiments on the spot after he returned. But now that so much time had passed, the sun's position must be wrong.

Damn, I really want to shoot this guy. Showing off his intelligence. Showing off his superiority...

'Ring ring ring...'

'Ring ring ring...'

Suddenly, the phone rang.

He picks up the phone. It's Chen Gongshu.

'Shaolong.'

'I'm here!'

'The director just passed on the instructions from the Air and Naval Service Department. To avoid any complications, the traitor will be executed on the spot and the photo taken will be brought back.'

'Understood!'

Zhang Yong nods. He hangs up the phone.

He already anticipated this outcome. Bringing back a live person could lead to problems on the way.

The Air Force doesn't want any more problems.

If Yang Junjian happens to escape on the way, or is taken hostage by the Japanese, it will cause further problems.

Therefore...

Execute him on the spot. Set an example for others.

Treason is a capital offence.

So...

'Yang Junjian.'

'You...'

'I'm telling you. You committed treason, a heinous crime. Now, the Air Force Department is sentencing you to death on the spot.'

'Ah...'

'What are your last words? Tell me. If they make sense, I'll take them back to you. If they don't, just forget it.'

'...'

Yang Junjian felt like a lump of rotten mud and collapsed to the ground.

He no longer had the strength to speak.

He never imagined that he would suddenly fall into the hands of the Fuxing Society after living a life of drunken debauchery. He was about to be executed.

Did he regret it?

Of course. It was a pity. He had no chance.

'Yang Zhi!'

'Here!'

'Arrange for the execution team.'

'Yes.'

Yang Zhi immediately went to make the arrangements.

The execution was to be carried out on the spot, and it was not just Zhang Yong who would shoot him.

It would require an execution team.

More than seven shooters were needed. Ten would be best.

Why?

It was a formality. It was also to prevent someone from deliberately sparing someone's life.

For example, if Zhang Yong deliberately missed the vital spot or something. Then the person fell over. But in fact, they weren't dead.

If it was an execution team of ten people. Then there would be no problem.

No one could cheat.

'Take him out!'

Zhang Yong waves his hand.

The crowd drags the completely paralysed Yang Junjian out.

An execution requires a place of execution. It needs to be in the countryside, somewhere remote. Otherwise, the sound of gunfire will attract the attention of the Japanese invaders.

They still have to wait. Soon after, Chen Gongshu arrives.

He is here to supervise.

This is also part of the procedure. Mutual supervision.

Therefore, the plot of deliberately letting someone go in some spy dramas is almost impossible to achieve.

Chen Gongshu is responsible for providing the execution ground.

Departure.

Arrival in the countryside.

There is a lonely, dead tree here, which can be used to bind the person.

Yang Junjian is dragged out of the car.

The guy is now completely a dead dog. He has lost control of his bowels and bladder.

Of course, everyone is well prepared. His trousers are bound up. He can writhe around as much as he likes. It's also inside the trousers.

The person is bound to the dead tree.

Zhang Yong took out his camera and loaded it with fresh film.

Click!

Click!

Take a photo. Archive.

'Raise your guns!'

Yu Lexing was in charge of shouting the orders.

The enforcement team were all police academy graduates. There were twelve of them in total.

They all used Browning pistols.

'Empty your magazines!'

'Ready!'

'Fire!'

Yu Lexing waved his hand.

Bang bang bang...

Bang bang bang...

The guns fired.

The traitor was riddled with bullets.

Over a hundred bullets were fired at him.

No one felt sorry for the traitor. Everyone emptied their magazines.

Execution complete.

Take a photo. File it.

Burry the body on the spot.

Prepare the execution report. Zhang Yong signs it. Yu Lexing signs it. Chen Gongshu signs it.

Confirming that the traitor has been executed.

The mission is complete.

Of course, Zhang Yong hasn't left yet. There's something important to do.

What's so important?

He's been stopped by Chen Gongshu.

Chen Gongshu is going to do something big with him.