Chapter 405: So he is not a traitor

After a severe beating, the Japanese spy felt comfortable enough to confess.

He was actually standing here to spy on the Hungmen. Wang Zhulin was worried that the Hungmen would come and cause trouble.

What is the Hungmen?

There is no need to explain this in detail.

Anyway, the predecessor of the Tongmenghui was the Hungmen. And the predecessor of the Kuomintang was the Tongmenghui.

In terms of historical continuity, Zhang Yong was also a member of the Hungmen.

Well, that's it.

The entire Kuomintang was part of the Hungmen.

Because the Hungmen are relatively xenophobic. So, it makes sense to oppose the Japanese invaders.

However, the Hungmen in the north are different from those in the south.

During the revolution, the north and south had different political views. They fought fiercely.

The Northern Expedition...

the change of allegiance...

It was actually a battle between the north and south.

The Tongmenghui also split. Some of them formed the Guo party.

The Tongmenghui in the north did not split. But they were divided and no one was subordinate to anyone else. In the end, their background gradually became weaker.

On the contrary, the Guo party in the south had no cohesion. Although the cohesion of the Guo party was also very poor. But the north was even more chaotic.

'Which branch of the Hungmen?'

'Tiexianquan.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong felt strange.

Isn't this a martial arts routine? It's even become a faction?

'Who is the person in charge?'

'Ba Laohu.'

'Oh!'

Pretending to know when you don't. In fact, I don't even know which one is Ba Laohu.

Fortunately, Yang Zhi and Yu Lexing know. They have recently browsed through a lot of internal information from the Tianjin Station. Memorised it all.

To say that these people have made a name for themselves in the military intelligence is indeed an understatement.

Their memory skills alone are quite impressive.

Even Luo Yiming is quite good at recognising people and remembering information.

After all, these days there are no computers, no mobile phones, and no internet. There is no way to access information anytime, anywhere. You can only rely on memory.

You can only rely on your own brain. You can only remember as much as you can.

The more you remember, the more you benefit.

'You can go now!'

'Your Excellency is...'

'Don't ask.'

'Yes.'

'I'm from Sapporo. And you?'

'Ah...'

The Japanese spy was puzzled. Then he let go.

Sure enough, he was one of us. No wonder. Sapporo is a bit far away, on the other side of Hokkaido.

'I'm from Kagoshima...'

'Go!'

'Yes!'

The Japanese spy changed his tone.

Zhang Yong waved his hand. Tell him to go.

If he says anything else, he'll give himself away. How could he pretend to be Japanese?

In his previous life, he only knew how to speak Japanese. Now it's too late to learn.

In fact, he can't even speak Japanese properly. Anyone can tell that he's an impostor.

Fortunately, the Japanese spy across the street thinks he's trying to pass as Chinese. That's why he can't speak Japanese. Many Japanese spies are like this. They must speak Chinese. They can't speak Japanese.

The Japanese spy leaves.

Of course, he's going to report to Wang Zhulin.

Zhang Yong doesn't have time to worry about Wang Zhulin for now.

He still has to keep an eye on Kawashima Yoshiko and the others.

The targets have already entered the Japanese concession. But that's fine, they will definitely come out.

They can't just stay inside the Japanese concession after making such a big move. The targets of the Japanese are definitely outside the concession. It's all of North China.

Find a place outside the Japanese concession and quietly keep watch.

Too bad there aren't any peanut candies...

Sure enough, in less than an hour, a black car came out of the Japanese concession.

There were two small red dots inside the car.

Oh, two Japanese. Perfect timing.

Wave. Follow.

Always maintain a distance of about 200 metres.

The target is completely unaware.

The surveillance range of 300 metres in radius is working. No matter how the target moves, it will not get lost.

Soon after, the target vehicle stopped.

Huh? It seems to be in a relatively remote suburb?

Zhang Yong is puzzled.

What are the Japanese invaders doing here?

Deliberately giving themselves up?

Immediately arrange for someone to surround it. Then rush up.

Smash the window.

Raise the gun.

The Japanese driver tries to resist. He is killed by Yu Lexi's knife.

An instructor is an instructor. He doesn't hesitate to act. He thrusts his knife into the side of the neck. The Japanese driver is killed instantly.

'Don't move!'

The Japanese soldier in the back row is easily subdued. And pulled out.

Zhang Yong goes over to take a look. Haha. He can't help but laugh. It turns out that the one who was captured was actually Takeo Kishida!

Haha. He almost laughs like a goose.

What a coincidence.

This whole journey has been full of unexpected encounters.

'It's you?'

Kishida Takeo couldn't believe it either.

He was full of shock and disbelief. He kept turning his head to look around.

It seemed that he was still doubting whether he had really been arrested.

He looked at the sun in the sky again. He thought he was seeing a ghost.

Zhang Yong?

He's actually here?

This son of a bitch is actually in Tianjinwei?

How is that possible...

'That's right. It's me,' Zhang Yong said with a smile, 'Mr. Kishida, we meet again.'

'You, you...' Takeo Kishida wanted to say something intimidating, but he couldn't find the words. He knew that his intimidation would be useless against Zhang Yong. This son of a bitch is not afraid of anything.

On the Bund, this son of a bitch has done too much. He has arrested too many Japanese spies.

The entire Tongji Agency has been destroyed. Other special services have also suffered major losses.

People are gone, money is gone. Everything is gone.

When it came to Zhang Yong, all the senior Japanese spies hated him to the bone. But they could never do anything about him.

They wanted to eliminate him, but they never found the opportunity.

Who would have thought...

That he would turn up in Tianjin!

And that they would accidentally capture his man, Takeo Kishida!

'Don't move...'

Zhang Yong smiled slightly. He searched him himself.

As a result, he found a stack of silver notes. There were probably more than ten. All denominations were 200 silver dollars.

Take it.

Get rich.

'Mr. Kishida, what are you doing here?'

'I refuse to answer.'

'I understand.'

Zhang Yong didn't push for an answer.

Getting the silver notes was enough. Nothing else mattered.

The key point was that these silver notes were all from Citibank. These were the ones that were accepted nationwide!

'Come, come, let's go back and talk.'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

He told someone to take Takeo Kishida away.

Then, suddenly remembering something, he brought another black hood.

'You...'

'Put it on!'

Zhang Yong gave no explanation.

He told someone to put the hood on Takeo Kishida.

It wasn't that he was worried Takeo Kishida would be seen by others. It was to avoid others seeing Takeo Kishida.

Vaguely, Zhang Yong had a vague idea. But it didn't take shape.

Kishida Takeo struggled. Trying to get rid of the stinking hood.

It was so uncomfortable.

It stank.

'Don't scream. Don't move around,'

'or I'll stuff your mouth with smelly socks,'

Zhang Yong reminded the other person.

Kishida Takeo did not scream for help as expected.

It would be useless even if he did.

How many times can you scream?

Someone would have already covered your mouth. And then you'd be stuffed with smelly socks.

He considered himself a refined person. He could not accept such humiliation. So he decided to keep quiet. Sure enough, he was treated well. He was not beaten.

However, the smelly hood still made him feel very uncomfortable.

Get in the car.

Set off.

The car kept driving southwest, out of the city, to the remote suburbs, before slowing down and stopping.

Takeshi Kishida was also dragged out of the car. The hood was also removed. There was only Zhang Yong and the others around.

Everyone else was keeping a lookout from a distance.

'Zhang Yong, if you want to kill me, do it quickly...'

'Did I say I was going to kill you?'

'Baka!'

'Watch your language. For the sake of the 3,000 silver dollars, you are allowed to swear three times. You still have two left. If you go over...'

'What do you really want?'

'What are you doing in Tianjin?'

'I'm not going to tell you. You won't get any information out of me.'

'Understood!'

Zhang Yong nodded.

He told someone to restart the car.

Then he pressed Takeo Kishida's face against the back of the exhaust pipe.

He stepped hard on the accelerator.

'Boom...'

The engine roared.

The exhaust pipe belched out a huge cloud of black smoke.

Takeo Kishida: ...

Hagah!

Spare my life!

'I'll talk! I'll talk!' He gave in decisively.

Inside, he cursed Zhang Yong a hundred thousand times. This son of a bitch, he really is inhuman! How could he have thought of that!

I can't stand it...

I really can't stand it...

I've thought of all kinds of punishments, like whipping, pepper spray, the tiger bench...

But I never thought that someone else wouldn't need to use any of them. He just used the exhaust pipe of a car to subdue him.

He can refuse all he wants.

But the result is that he will be smoked to death. Or he will be burned to death.

He thinks he can't bear it.

He suspects that if he continues to resist, Zhang Yong will just shove the exhaust pipe directly into his mouth...

'Kuroshima Ryuzo is here?'

'Yes.'

'What's he here for?'

'To establish the Anqing Society.'

'Who's the president of the Anqing Society?'

'Yuan Wenhui.'

'What's Kawashima Yoshiko here for?'

'She's the vice-president of the Anqing Society.'

'Oh?'

Zhang Yong was a little surprised.

This Kawashima Yoshiko really has a hand in everything.

No one else had anything to do with her founding the Anqing Society in Tianjin. She's a fake foreign devil, and she's trying to step in. Really...

jumping up and down. How much did the Japanese give her in the end.

'Do me a favour.'

'What?'

'Find a way to help me get Kawashima Yoshiko killed.'

'I...'

'Kawashima Yoshiko is not Japanese. You should have no problem. I didn't even ask you to get rid of Kuroshima Ryujo...'

'No! I promise. I promise! Get rid of Kawashima Yoshiko!'

Kishida Takeo hastily replied.

Between Kawashima Yoshiko and Kuroshima Ryujo, he would of course choose Kawashima Yoshiko.

In fact, this was not even a choice.

Kawashima Yoshiko was just a rag, which could be thrown away after use.

Who among the real Japanese would care about her?

Or rather, who would care about Manchukuo? It was just two bones to gnaw on.

If there is no longer any need for her, she will definitely be discarded immediately.

'You should be grateful.'

'Grateful? I'm very sorry. I don't see it that way.'

'Perhaps, in ten years' time, all those accomplices you know will be dead. Or they will have been arrested. Waiting to be tried. And you, you will be alive and well.'

'Joke. Ten years from now.'

Kishida Takeo certainly didn't believe it. He wasn't stupid.

It wasn't because he didn't have enough intelligence that he fell into Zhang Yong's hands. It was completely accidental. Really. It was so sudden.

When they were on the beach, he managed to escape.

Who knew that he would suddenly fall into Zhang Yong's hands here in Tianjin.

'What are you doing in Tianjin?'

'Catching Yang Junjian.'

'Did you catch him?'

'He was just executed.'

'...'

Kishida Takeo was silent.

He didn't know about this. No one had told him.

No one had told him that Zhang Yong was in Tianjin. If he had known, he would have been very careful.

Unfortunately, it was too late to say anything now.

Escape?

Forget it.

No one can escape from Zhang Yong.

Not if they're paying with money.

Silence.

Frustration.

'Which people in Tianjin are relatively wealthy?'

'What?'

'I want to make some money,'

Zhang Yong said bluntly.

Takeo Kishida: ...

Sure enough, the information is all true. That bastard Zhang Yong is really greedy and lustful.

Instead of asking for intelligence, he just asks where there is money. Really...

So unmotivated.

You're from the Secret Service of the Restoration Society. You're an agent. How can you think about money all the time...

'I'm new here. I don't know.'

'Why don't you call Kazuchika Otori and ask him to send a few ten thousand silver notes?'

'What?'

'He definitely doesn't know you've been arrested. If you ask him for money, he'll probably give you a little. He probably doesn't have tens of thousands of dollars, but 30,000 is possible. Yes, ask him for 30,000. Just say you're in a hurry to use it.'

'I...'

'Mr. Kishida, I've been so nice to you, you can at least help me make some money. Do you really want me to torture you for information?'

'I...'

'In our line of work, as long as you don't reveal information, it's not considered betrayal.'

'I...'

Kishida Takeo was torn.

What Zhang Yong said wasn't entirely without reason.

As long as he didn't reveal information, he wasn't considered a traitor. It wasn't impossible to help him make tens of thousands of dollars.

The problem was, he had dignity...

Suddenly, he saw black smoke coming from the exhaust pipe of a car. Forget it. Dignity. We'll talk about it later...

'I don't have a phone with Tomohori.'

'I do!'

'...Okay!'

Kishida Takeo had no choice but to agree.

Zhang Yong then led him to the phone. Then he stood by and watched.

Kishida Takeo picked up the receiver.

'Moshi moshi...'

'Wachi-kun, it's me!'

'Kishida-kun...'

Wachi Takashi was very puzzled.

Why would Kishida Takeo call here?

It seemed that they were not very familiar with each other...

'Wachi-kun, I have a very important thing to do right now. But I lack funds. Can you help me?'

'Go ahead, Kishida-kun!'

Wachi Takatsugu had no doubts. It was indeed the voice of Kishida Takeo.

It was understandable that Kishida Takeo, a newcomer, lacked funds.

'Thirty thousand dollars.'

'Kishida-kun, may I ask what you want to do?'

'I...'

Kishida Takeo didn't know how to answer.

What was he going to do?

What was he going to say?

Was he going to say that he was going to give it to Zhang Yong?

Ridiculous...

On the other end of the line, Wachi Takiji misunderstood and thought that Kishida Takeo wanted to keep it a secret. So he didn't pursue the matter any further.

Thirty thousand silver taels was not a large sum for him.

In the Tianjin area, it was still relatively easy to raise funds. There were many traitors. There was a lot of money.

'Kishida-kun, where should I deliver it?'

'Shannan Guild Hall.'

'Okay.'

Tomoe immediately made the arrangements.

Since he had decided to give, he had to give it beautifully. So as not to make Takeshiro Anzida feel awkward.

Since someone else had asked, it was obvious that they had difficulties. Otherwise, how could they have asked him? He decided to keep this matter to himself. He would not easily bring it up.

He immediately sent someone to deliver it.

It was also a way of repaying Takeshiro Anzida.

'Finished?'

'He will arrange for someone to deliver it right away.'

'Very well. Mr Kishida, we can cooperate happily. I promise that in ten years, I will give you a little capital to let you live a good life abroad. Of course, if you are willing to go back to the country, that is also possible.'

'In my condition, how can I go back to the country?'

Kishida Takeo was frustrated.

Zhang Yong smiled slightly.

He leaned close to him and said, 'If I don't say anything, who knows?'

'You...' Kishida Takeo was shocked.

At the same time, a strong desire to survive flared up.

What did Zhang Yong want from him? Did he want him to be a traitor?

No way!

Absolutely not!

'I told you. We can cooperate.'

'I will never betray my country...'

'I don't want your intelligence. Just help me make money.'

'You...'

Kishida Takeo was speechless.

He felt that Zhang Yong had tarnished the profession of espionage.

Oh, the other person was not an espionage agent.

The other person was a professional spy catcher. So...

'You want to let me go back?'

'Of course. Otherwise, wouldn't everyone know you've been arrested?'

'But my driver...'

'You were ambushed. Your driver was killed. You need a sum of money to investigate the people behind it. Doesn't that make sense?'

'Well...'

'Mr Kishida, do you have a better excuse?'

'I...'

Takeo Kishida thought about it. It seemed like there was none.

Zhang Yong's explanation was indeed very reasonable. Even if his superiors knew, they wouldn't think otherwise.

He hadn't betrayed any information. So, he wasn't a traitor.

Since he wasn't a traitor, he didn't have any psychological burden. He could continue with his own business calmly.

However, he had to act quickly.

He had to go back immediately.

If he took too long, others would discover that something was wrong.

'You want me to write a confession?'

'No. No. No need. I won't leave any traces of you.'

'You're not afraid that I'll change my mind?'

'I can catch you once, I can catch you twice, and I can catch you three times. What do you think?'

'I...'

Takeo Kishida was unconvinced.

But he didn't have the confidence to argue. He had almost been caught before. Now he really was caught.

Who knew what would happen next...

'Of course, you can also find an opportunity to retaliate. This will clear your name.'

'You're confident?'

'A little.'

'Hmph, you're so cocky.'

'I may not be able to deal with the others, but I can definitely deal with you!'

'Eight...'

Kishida Takeo almost vomited blood.

This son of a bitch.

What an annoying way to speak!

I was only caught once, wasn't I? Do I need you to keep reminding me? Really.

So angry.

So much that he wanted to rip the other person's head off.

But in the end, he could only bear it with a scowl. He really didn't know how to capture Zhang Yong.

It's so hard...

'Captain!'

'Someone's sent something.'

Soon afterwards, Yang Zhi delivered a thick envelope.

Zhang Yong opened it. It was full of thick banknotes. Unfortunately, they were all from the Baoshang Bank. They couldn't be used outside North China.

Never mind...

The Baoshang Bank can be the Baoshang Bank!

At worst, I'll earn money in North China and spend it there. Not a cent will go home with you...

Show the banknotes to Takeo Kishida.

'Thank you!'

'Hmmm...'

Kishida Takeo was speechless.

He was so sad. He had been extorted 30,000 silver dollars again!

Before, on the Bund, he had already lost a lot of money. He never expected to lose another sum as soon as he arrived in Tianjin.

'I will leave one percent for you.'

'After the victory of the War of Resistance Against Japan, I will bring it home with you. We will live a good life,'

Zhang Yong said with a smile.

Kishida Takeo felt that the other party might be a little hysterical.

What victory in the war?

I don't even know what nonsense he's talking about. Strange and weird words.

Zhang Yong laughed. He put the banknote away.

He waved his hand, telling Takeo Kishida to go.

This Kazuchika Kageji seems to be very profitable!

No wonder the head of the secret service agency of the Tanshi Agency has been staying in Tianjin.

When will I mess with him again?

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