Chapter 406: Kill and bury
Back to the base. Eat. Sleep.
A different place. Not in the original hotel.
Staying in a hotel is too conspicuous.
Besides, the Japanese already know. There will definitely be raids.
Chen Gongshu arranged for them an abandoned carriage house.
The place is very large.
The road is also very wide.
The surrounding terrain is open. It is easy to defend but difficult to attack.
Chen Gongshu is now rich and arrogant. He has prepared a lot of safe houses and the like.
The carriage and horse stable is just one of them.
Zhang Yong has basically contributed all the floating wealth he looted from the three traitors to the Tianjin Station.
Chen Gongshu's previous resentment towards Zhang Yong due to the assessment had completely disappeared. Now he treated Zhang Yong like a golden goose. He implored the Chief not to recall Zhang Yong for the time being.
Otherwise, according to the original agreement, Zhang Yong should be on the train by now.
Ten days had already passed.
The Chief agreed.
So Zhang Yong stayed with peace of mind and continued to reap huge profits.
After all, the director had not given him any specific tasks. Chen Gongshu had not involved him in the operation either. So, he just continued to get richer and richer.
Conserve energy.
Continue to stake out.
Originally, it was decided to hide near the Japanese concession. Later, Zhang Yong discovered that this didn't seem to be very effective.
Even if they caught a Japanese spy coming out, there was not much profit.
Some Japanese spies were really poor.
They didn't have many coins on their person.
Not even enough for a steamed bun. A waste of time.
In the end, they decided to change the location. They waited near the Bank of Commerce and Industry. And the Taisho Bank, which was owned by the Japanese invaders.
Anyone entering or leaving the Bank of Commerce and Industry was either depositing or withdrawing money.
Either way, there was a chance.
Sure enough, after waiting for less than ten minutes, a Japanese spy arrived.
He looked Chinese in appearance, dressed in Chinese clothes. He was carrying a suitcase. He was followed by two bodyguards.
Zhang Yong's eyes narrowed.
Not bad. This is the kind of target we're looking for.
The target's hand holding the suitcase was obviously slanted. This indicates that the suitcase is heavy.
Could it be gold bars?
If it's paper money, it would definitely be very light.
Of course, if it's old coins, it would also be very heavy. But a suitcase full of old coins would also be worth a few hundred or even a thousand. Let's do it!
Give the signal.
Zhongyang and Caomengqi, who were pretending to be idle passers-by nearby, immediately came up.
A few other people surrounded them from the sides.
In the blink of an eye, they were overpowered.
The man was taken away.
The suitcase was also taken away.
Anyone who tried to resist was knocked unconscious.
They were taken to the outskirts of the city.
They were slapped in the face.
This woke the man up.
'Who are you? How dare you rob our boss Wang...'
'Baka!'
Zhang Yong raised his hand and slapped him.
Then he realised that this was not right.
Huh? Why did I say baka again?
Damn it. I'm really confused by the Japanese. Now I can't stop saying 'baka'.
Forget it. I don't even bother.
It's all just swearing anyway. Isn't swearing just a language thing?
It seems to work in French too...
'You...'
'Baka! Say one more word and I'll kill you!'
'This is our boss Wang Zulin's goods! Who the hell are you? How dare you touch our boss...'
'Pah!'
'Pah!'
He ended up getting two slaps in the face.
Not with his hands. With the soles of his shoes. Well, they were designed for slapping people in the face.
If you slap someone with your hand, it hurts your hand. So Zhang Yong went out and bought a pair of thick soles. The slaps made a loud 'papa' sound. The pain was hot and burning.
After the slap, the other person's face was guaranteed to be bright red. It wouldn't go away for two or three days.
The Japanese spy was stunned. He couldn't figure out who the other person was.
'Baka!'
Zhang Yong yelled again.
Then he kicked the other man unconscious.
You're so talkative.
What's the point of asking so many questions? Do you want to die?
I don't know if you're talking about Wang Zhulin? I robbed Wang Zhulin!
Who are you calling a thief!
He opened the suitcase. His eyes lit up.
It's full of all kinds of banknotes. And all kinds of gold bars. And some Japanese yen.
No wonder the suitcase was so heavy. So there really were gold bars.
Although there weren't many. They were still gold bars.
A good start. Not bad.
Half of the gold bars were immediately swallowed. The mood was even better.
The rest was not needed.
Especially not the yen. It could not be spent.
But...
Wait...
It seems that it can be spent...
As long as it is in North China, and traded with the traitors, the yen can be spent.
In order to show their loyalty, many traitors like to use yen. It happens to use yen to buy their goods, and then shipped to the south...
In this way, the yen is not spent?
When the goods arrive in the south, they are resold and exchanged for other currencies. Beautiful...
Yes. That's it.
Besides, I have three wives I haven't yet consummated the marriage with to support...
So, quietly swallowed.
Silver notes were swallowed some. Yen was swallowed some...
It was found that there was quite a lot.
There were more than 10,000 taels of silver. Hundreds of thousands of yen.
Oh, the face value of the yen has always been relatively large. After conversion, it is actually just a few thousand taels of silver.
Unfortunately, there were no US dollars or British pounds.
The Japanese are very anti-British and anti-American currency in their own economic circles. Of course they don't let US dollars and British pounds circulate. Even traitors dare not use the currencies of the UK and the US.
It seems that these should have been deposited in the Baoshang Bank by Wang Zhulin. But I intercepted it. Good. Good. Good. I really have the talent to get rich.
If this happened in the future, it would be considered robbing a bank. You would definitely be shot 100 times.
In this era...
Oh, it's also a serious crime that would result in the execution of your entire family.
But the robbers were Japanese. Traitors. He doesn't care about the death penalty for the whole family.
Fighting the Japanese was a fight to the death.
So what if he robbed the Japanese bank? It was completely legal. It was even a heroic feat. Haha.
Send someone to drag away the three unlucky people. Hide them.
Wang Zhulin noticed that his subordinates were taking too long to return. What would he think first?
That something had gone wrong?
Or that his subordinates had run off with the money?
Haha.
Let him think.
Continue to wait.
Today has already earned a lot, the income is good.
As a result, after another half hour, another hidden Japanese person arrives.
In fact, there are even more Japanese people who are not hiding their identities. However, none of them are Zhang Yong's prey. He is after the Japanese who are pretending to be Chinese.
This Japanese person comes alone.
Poof!
Yu Lexing and his men knock the target unconscious and drag him back.
The main thing is to be skilled.
It's all about assembly line operation now. Targeted. Ambushed. Surrounded. Knocked out. Taken away. Without the slightest hesitation.
The people next to him don't even realise what's going on.
Unfortunately, the target wasn't carrying any valuables. There are no tickets or anything.
'Clang!'
The target is doused with cold water to wake him up.
The target looks around in horror. His face is pale.
'Baka!'
'Tell me, what are you doing in the bank?'
Zhang Yong begins the interrogation.
He was used to swearing, so he simply pretended to be Japanese.
Anyway, it didn't matter if the other person realised or not. As long as he got the money, he would consider the mission accomplished.
As for the mess he left behind, whatever. He was in charge of killing, not cleaning up.
'I, I, I...'
'No talk? Hit!'
Zhang Yong waved his hand.
He took out the shoe insole designed for hitting people in the face.
'I came to withdraw money,' the Japanese spy hurriedly explained.
Zhang Yong rolled his eyes, 'How much?'
'500 silver dollars.'
'That's so little?'
'I...'
'Who are you working for?'
'What?'
'Damn it! I know you're Japanese. So am I!'
'Ah...'
'But I need money now. If you want to live, you'll cooperate with me.'
'You...'
The Japanese spy was doubtful.
But in the end, he submitted obediently.
He knew that there were some exceptions among the Japanese.
What kind of exceptions?
They don't play by the rules. They don't obey the law.
They often take extreme risks to extort money from the Chinese.
In other words, they rob.
Not only do they rob the Chinese. Sometimes, even the Japanese themselves get robbed.
Now that there is chaos outside, if you get robbed, you won't be able to find out who the real culprit is. Someone from the Navy Division was robbed on the street before. In the end, it was never resolved.
The Navy Division suspects that it was the Army Division. The Army Division denies it.
'Who are you working with?' Zhang Yong asked.
'I'm working with Yuan Wenhui,' the Japanese spy answered honestly.
He saw the insole.
He didn't want to get beaten up.
Especially not by his own people.
These lawless guys were much more ruthless than the Chinese.
If he didn't cooperate, they would use any means necessary. Even the Military Police Command had no way of dealing with them.
Because there were places that the Military Police Command couldn't control.
For example, the Black Dragon Society.
And the Manchurian Railway...
The South Manchurian Railway Company.
They were all above the Military Police Command. The South Manchurian Railway Company in particular. It was a monstrous entity.
'Yuan Wen let you come and withdraw money?'
'Yes.'
'How much?'
'One thousand taels of silver.'
'How much is in the account?'
'There's still more than 20,000...'
'That's so little?'
'...'
The Japanese spy didn't know how to reply.
More than 20,000 taels of silver. Was that really so little? It was quite a lot. You could buy a lot of things with one tael of silver.
His monthly salary was just a few dollars.
Suddenly, he felt a little envious of the other person. They weren't playing by the rules. And they were so arrogant. They might be from the Manchurian Railway.
It was said that the psychopaths from the Manchurian Railway really did rob anyone. Before, when the Navy's horse was robbed, some people within the organisation suspected that it was done by someone from the Manchurian Railway. But no one dared to say anything.
If it was robbed by the Manchurian Railway, even Yuan Wen would know, but he would probably not dare to fart.
'Take it all out!'
'What?'
'I said take it all out. Then hand it over to me. Are you listening?'
'But...'
'I'm only going to say this once. Take it all out.'
'Okay...'
The Japanese spy reluctantly agreed.
He was more and more convinced that the other person was from the Manchurian Railway. It had to be.
He subconsciously hoped that the other person was from the Manchurian Railway. That way, when he reported back, he would not be punished.
How dare Yuan Wen say anything about Manchurian Railway?
It was just robbery. Hold it in.
'Are you from Manchurian Railway?' The Japanese spy finally couldn't hold back and asked.
'Baka! Don't ask what you shouldn't ask,' Zhang Yong said with a stern face, 'Don't say what you shouldn't say. Where's your sense of confidentiality?'
'Yes!' The Japanese spy hurriedly nodded in agreement.
It really was Manchurian Railway.
So fierce!
Zhang Yong: ...
The Japanese spy was so strange.
He had actually given himself an identity.
Manchurian Railway?
That's fine.
Then I'm from the Manchurian Railway.
As long as this identity is accepted, it doesn't matter what kind of iron it is.
'Let's go!'
Zhang Yong escorted the Japanese spy to the Bank of Insurance.
On the way, he even specially changed into a suit. He looked quite presentable. He looked quite dashing.
Entering the lobby.
It was resplendent.
The Japanese had indeed invested a lot. This Bank of Insurance was showing off its strength.
The Citibank or the Bank of America in the south are not as magnificent. Judging from the appearance alone, you would definitely think that this Bank of Commerce is the most powerful.
Just the decoration of the bank lobby alone must have cost several hundred thousand silver dollars!
So expensive...
The Japanese are really rich...
Oh, it cost more than 100 billion yen to build the battleship Yamato!
More than 100 billion yen!
That's more than 2 billion silver dollars.
That's really...
crazy...
Using two billion taels of silver to build the battleship Yamato...
Two billion taels of silver...
Two billion taels of silver...
Important things are said three times.
Poor, I don't even have two million taels of silver...
Go to the counter.
A Japanese girl in a kimono stood up.
Polite.
A shallow smile.
Zhang Yong: ?
Shit, it seems to be an authentic Japanese girl!
Wow! I'm going to die. There is actually a Japanese girl in this bank.
And she's so young and pretty.
And she's wearing a kimono...
No wonder its banknotes are so popular. It really does give you a sense of superiority!
'Hello, sir...'
'We'd like to withdraw some dollars.'
'How much would you like to withdraw?'
'It's urgent. Withdraw as much as is in the account.'
'Sir, if it's more than 50,000 dollars, you need to make an appointment. Please understand.'
'Oh, I don't have that much in my account.'
'I'll arrange it for you right away.'
'Thank you!'
Zhang Yong looked around.
He noticed a lot of pretty counter ladies.
They were all Japanese! The map indicated that they were all red dots.
Alas, I really want to take one home.
You see, there will soon be chaos. Who would want to involve them in the war?
This is my great international humanitarian aid...
'Sir, there are 28,436 taels of silver in your account. Are you sure you want to withdraw it all?'
'No, just 28,000.'
'Okay. But the weight of the banknotes may be quite heavy, so how will you transport them?'
'I have someone with me. He has a car.'
'Good!'
The lady at the counter went to make the arrangements.
A moment later, a middle-aged Japanese man wearing glasses appeared.
'Please fill in some forms, gentlemen.'
'What forms?'
'Please specify the reason for withdrawing the banknotes. The purpose.'
'Why?'
'I'm sorry, sir. This is a requirement of our bank. For the safety of your funds...'
'This is my money. I want to withdraw it. You don't want to?'
'Sir, we are doing this for your safety. You know, it's dangerous out there. It's not safe for you to carry so much cash...'
'Baka!'
Zhang Yong cursed.
The middle-aged man frowned. He wanted to say something, but stopped.
'Baka!'
'I have a special function! Ask again!'
Zhang Yong's face was stern.
He revealed the Browning pistol at his waist.
You want to die!
I'll blow your head off if you don't believe me!
"Sir...'
'Your Excellency Kazuei Hachiya and Mr Yuan Wenhui need a large sum of cash to set up the Anqing Society. Is that reason enough? Would you like me to ask Your Excellency Ryuzo Kuroshima to give you a call?'
'I understand.'
The middle-aged man did not insist any further.
He knew all those names. In particular, Ryuzo Kuroshima was a member of the imperial family.
How dare he be rude?
He also knew about the establishment of the Anqing Society.
There was a legitimate reason for the need for cash. So why should he stand in the way?
He would never admit that it was because the other party had a gun.
Zhang Yong coldly put down his suit. Covering the handle of the gun.
The Japanese army will probably storm in, right?
It shouldn't.
If they do, there will be an early warning at 300 meters.
With a distance of 300 meters, it is enough for him to retreat smoothly. And incidentally, beat the Japanese man in front of him into a hornet's nest.
Do your job well.
A bank is a bank.
Don't do anything that has nothing to do with banks.
'Baka!'
He cursed again.