Chapter 409: Moving Guns

Zhang Yong took the Japanese spy outside the car and horse line.

A black car arrived. A middle-aged man in a suit got out.

He looked at Zhang Yong with some doubt.

Was this the person he was looking for?

Zhang Yong pursed his lips.

The Japanese spy immediately sensed what was going on and came up. He spoke gibberish in Japanese.

The middle-aged man was immediately relieved. Yes, this was the person they were looking for. He hurriedly answered in fluent Japanese. Then he took a briefcase from the car.

The Japanese spy continued to communicate with the other person in Japanese. Immediately, the middle-aged man left happily.

After the other person had left, the Japanese spy hurriedly handed over the briefcase. He looked alluring.

He wanted to go into the Manchurian Railway.

Really.

Everyone wants to get into the Manchurian Railway.

Zhang Yong could see that of course. The other person really had misunderstood.

He had never thought of pretending to be someone from the Manchurian Railway. But since the other person had got the wrong idea, he would just go along with it.

After all, pretending to be someone else was sometimes really amazing.

You could try your hardest to make it look perfect, but it was useless.

But by accident, other people might suspect that you were someone from the Manchurian Railway. After all, people from the Manchurian Railway were quite mysterious.

'What's your name? In Japanese.'

'Kimura Jiro.'

'Good. Kimura, let's work together. I won't let you down.'

Zhang Yong said, opening his briefcase.

It was full of banknotes. Some were in yen, but most were in silver dollars.

He took out a stack and noticed that they were all from the Bank of Commerce. This was to be expected. The face value was 200 silver dollars.

He took out two and handed them to Kimura Jiro, 'This is for you.'

'I...' Kimura Jiro hesitated.

He was afraid to actually take the money.

He was worried that if things were discovered, he would be chopped up by his superiors.

'Hide it,' Zhang Yong's inner voice instructed the other person on how to be a qualified traitor.

'Where should I hide it?' Kimura Jiro asked childishly.

He really didn't understand.

He had never done anything like this before.

When they were trained as Japanese spies, they were all required to be selfless.

Yes, selfless dedication, and seven lives to serve the country.

It is best to not need any remuneration. Even the monthly allowance of ten or twenty yen was donated in its entirety.

His mind was also so fanatical at the time.

However, after arriving in Tianjin, he saw the glamorous world here...

It is impossible to say that there was not the slightest bit of temptation.

It's just that there was no opportunity.

'You can find a special place. It can be a place you pass by often. Or it can be somewhere near your home. You can take it out whenever you need it.' Zhang Yong taught the other person the details bit by bit.

In fact, he had come up with all these details himself. Or he had learned them from spy dramas of the later era.

In the later era, they were completely lacking in technical content.

However, in this era, he had already become good at deceiving people without even trying.

In any case, the spy dramas of this period could not be compared to those of the later era. Some of the details in the spy dramas were quite well done.

You see, Yu Zhecheng hid the gold bars in the chicken coop. Who would have thought of that?

"But...'

Jiro Kimura was still hesitating.

He felt like there was nowhere he could spend the money.

Even if he got the money, there was nowhere to spend it.

Their lives as Japanese spies were actually pretty boring. And they couldn't reveal their identities.

'I'll promote you.'

'What?'

'If you cooperate with me, I'll cooperate with you, and you'll gradually be able to make achievements and get promoted.'

'Achievements?'

'Yes. You will leave here in a moment and report back. Say you have discovered the whereabouts of the anti-Japanese elements. I will give you some useful information. After you take it, you will definitely be praised by your superiors. Then you will bring someone back to raid this horse and cart shop. Won't your merit come then?'

'Really?'

Jiro Kimura was thrilled.

It sounded very tempting!

Really.

Getting rich wasn't that important.

But promotion was very important.

Their bureaucratic thinking is very serious. They want to make a name for themselves. They want to stand out.

If...

'In the future, I will continue to let you make achievements and get promoted,' Zhang Yong persuaded him.

He vaguely found a way to tempt the Japanese spies.

Japanese spies are generally difficult to bribe with money. And you can't give them a lot of money either. Otherwise, they will really be exposed.

However, if there is a chance to "help" them make a name for themselves, they will be very excited.

It's reminiscent of the Infernal Affairs movies.

Trying to get someone to infiltrate the Japanese spies is very difficult.

But it is entirely possible to bribe some ambitious Japanese spies.

They won't refuse.

And they can't refuse.

Because they have no choice.

If they refuse, they will end up dead.

Between getting promoted and dying, any idiot knows which one to choose.

Including Takeo Kishida.

In fact, he also has a way to get Kishida to climb up the ranks.

Get rid of Jiro Kimura.

Yu Lexi came quietly up, 'Shaolong.'

'Instructor Yu,' Zhang Yong nodded, 'please continue.'

'I heard that at one point, the Director wanted to make Zhao Lijun the Shanghai Station Manager...'

'Really?'

Zhang Yong suddenly understood.

No wonder Zhao Lijun was so unfriendly towards him.

It turned out that he had cut off his path to advancement. He had shattered his dreams.

Haha. Good. Serves you right.

Damn it, I'm against you being the stationmaster.

If you, Zhao Lijun, become the stationmaster of the Shanghai station, I will oppose you all the time. The worst that can happen is that we will both perish together.

'Thank you!'

'He is small-minded, ruthless, and acts in secret. You have to be careful.'

'Understood!'

Zhang Yong expressed his gratitude.

Of course he knew that Zhao Lijun was ruthless.

To be given the name ruthless within the Fuxing Society showed just how abnormal he was.

Then he returned to Chen Gongshu and still did not look at Zhao Lijun.

Since they had fallen out, there was no turning back.

From now on, he and Zhao Lijun would be in a hostile relationship.

Zhao Lijun would find a way to get him killed. He would also find a way to get the other person killed.

'How dare you disobey an order?'

'May I ask whose order this is? Is it from the head of the department?'

'You have a big mouth. I only carry out the orders of the head of the department.'

'Yes. I only carry out the orders of the head of the department.'

'You. How arrogant!'

'Yes. I'm arrogant. Because I have the capital to be arrogant. Do you, Chief Zhao, have as many Japanese spies under arrest as I do?'

'You!'

Zhao Lijun's face turned pale.

He didn't expect Zhang Yong to be so stubborn. He was directly confronting him.

'How dare you!'

'How have I been impudent?'

'I am, after all, the deputy chief of the Operations Department, and I am your superior!'

'Sorry, I belong to the Fifth Department. My chief is Secretary Mao.'

'You mean to say that I am not qualified to give you orders?'

'Yes!'

'You...'

Zhao Lijun drew his gun in a rage.

He wanted to threaten the other person.

However, Zhang Yong was faster than him. The muzzle of the gun was directly pressed against his lower abdomen.

Drawing a gun was something he had practiced hard. He had practiced repeatedly before on the 'John Wick' series. It still had an effect.

The speed at which the gun came out was extremely fast. Coupled with the accompanying space, it was very sudden.

'Don't!'

Chen Gongshu cried out in alarm.

These two guys actually pulled out their guns!

However, Zhao Lijun continued to draw his gun. He was not afraid of Zhang Yong at all.

He was also a desperate criminal. How could he be scared by Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong decisively pulled the trigger.

You want to kill me? Haha. Then I'll do it first!

'Bang!'

The gun fired.

At the same time, Zhang Yong reached out and knocked Zhao Lijun's shoulder away.

Under normal circumstances, he would never have been a match for Zhao Lijun. But now he had struck first. The shot hit the opponent in the lower abdomen.

No matter how desperate and ferocious Zhao Lijun was, being hit by a bullet would not leave him completely unaffected. In an instant, all the strength drained from him.

As a result, Zhang Yong managed to knock his right hand away and dislodge the pistol.

The pistol fell out of his hand. It flew a few metres away.

'What are you doing?'

'What are you doing?'

Chen Gongshu was shocked.

Everyone else was also taken aback. They rushed over.

He fired a gun?

How could he?

Someone held Zhao Lijun down.

Someone held Zhang Yong back.

At the same time, Zhang Yong's gun was raised. So that he wouldn't continue firing.

However, no one disarmed Zhang Yong. Instead, Zhao Lijun's gun was picked up. And handed to Yu Lexing.

'You guys...'

Chen Gongshu didn't know who to blame.

Firing a gun and shooting someone. It was Zhang Yong who was in the wrong. However, Zhao Lijun also drew his gun.

Both sides were so impulsive. As a result, Zhang Yong drew his gun faster.

Insubordination? It seems that there is such a charge. However, can he arrest Zhang Yong with this charge?

It seems not.

Zhang Yong is surrounded by his men.

It is not an exaggeration to say that they are Zhang Yong's henchmen.

Once Zhang Yong is provoked, it is possible that even he, Chen Gongshu, will have to hang here.

It doesn't matter if you kill one or two.

If Zhang Yong is pushed too far, he will really jump over the wall in desperation. And start killing.

What should be done?

It can only be decided by the head of the department.

'You...'

Zhao Lijun was both anxious and angry.

He had been shot in the lower abdomen, but it was not fatal.

It wasn't that Zhang Yong didn't want to kill him. It was just that the muzzle of the gun happened to be pointing at the other person's lower abdomen.

He didn't have time to move the muzzle, so he fired directly, but as a result, he didn't kill Zhao Lijun. It was a waste.

'You, Zhao Lijun, want to kill me, so save it!' Zhang Yong sneered.

Since he had already fired the gun, he wasn't afraid.

It was a good opportunity to see what stance the people around him took after he had caused trouble.

Who were his allies.

And who were the opportunists.