Chapter 423: Wait! What are you doing with a hammer?

Can Zhang Yong be a stationmaster?

Of course not. He can't even be a qualified secret agent.

But...

He can mess around!

He doesn't have to take responsibility anyway. It can't get any worse.

First, hand out money.

All the staff of the Tianjin Station, both internal and external, will each receive 30 silver dollars.

Send someone directly to the Baoshang Bank to exchange it.

There aren't many people. It's enough to exchange 3,000 silver dollars. It won't attract much attention either.

Once they get the money, everyone's face immediately changes.

They can't help but hope that Zhang Yong will directly take over as the stationmaster. And remain the stationmaster forever.

Presiding over work, that's leaving at any time!

Chen Gongshu was a capable general. But when it came to paying out rewards, he was not generous. A reward of five silver dollars was considered good. Most of the time, there was none.

The seven unfortunate men who died in battle each received 400 silver dollars in direct compensation. The money was in the form of a Citibank banknote, which could be exchanged in the south. Some of the casualties were men that Chen Gongshu had brought with him from the south.

This boosted the morale of everyone. They were united in their hatred of the enemy.

'The Miyamoto clan is ruthless!'

'Yes!'

Zhang Yong silently examined the remains of the seven victims.

All of them had been killed by a single shot.

Either the head was shot off.

Or the bullet struck the heart.

There was no way to save them on the spot.

Fortunately, Chen Gongshu had reacted quickly enough to dodge a little bit in the split second. Otherwise, he would have also died.

'How many people could you see at the time?'

'I didn't see any.'

'Can you tell how many guns were fired?'

'Only one.'

'That's amazing.'

Zhang Yong frowned.

One person killed seven people from the Fuxing Society. One person seriously injured one. One of them was even a master.

Incredible.

Unbelievable.

Did the Miyamoto family really only send one person?

Damn it...

This is a bit difficult!

Chen Gongshu was hospitalized, and the oldest person with qualifications at the Tianjin station was a man named Ma Yu. However, his identity was that of an ordinary squad leader. He wasn't even the leader of the operation.

When the attack happened before, Ma Yu was not injured. However, he was indeed frightened.

'Ma Yu.'

'Yes!'

'Move!'

'Move where?'

Ma Yu was at a loss. Why did they suddenly mention moving?

The Tianjin station of the Fuxing Society was not large, so it was located in a courtyard.

The courtyard had three entrances and three exits. The dormitory was at the back. The front was for external affairs. The middle was the meeting room, telecommunications office, etc. Occasionally, meetings might be needed.

Because there were so few people, everything was very simple. Meals were delivered.

Well, they were delivered from outside. It was different from later generations.

But there was definitely no one cooking for themselves. There was also no regular cook.

Zhang Yong felt that this was not good.

It was too easy to be attacked.

If he had just taken over and the station was wiped out, that would be the end.

After all, there were two radio stations. There were five operators. If they were captured by the Japanese, the codes would be compromised. It was possible that the operators would surrender.

After arriving in this world, Zhang Yong's biggest feeling was that torture was really unbearable.

Unless one's ideology is very fanatical, it is possible.

Ordinary people may give up before the torture even starts.

I don't mean to look down on anyone.

This is human nature. It is also an instinct of the human body.

You cannot expect everyone to be that strong.

After all, the work of the Special Branch of the Restoration Society is just a job to make a living.

Even if you are the head of the department, if you fall into the hands of the enemy, you are unlikely to survive more than 108 tortures. Therefore, Wang Tianmu surrendered, and so did Chen Gongshu. But in the end, no one was held accountable.

'49 Shihu Street.'

'Oh...'

Ma Yu didn't know Shi Hu Street.

Next to him, Yu Le Xing was very surprised. No. 49 Shi Hu Street? Isn't that the former sugar warehouse?

Using it as the Tianjin Station office?

That's really frugal.

You don't even have to pay rent.

'It's pretty good there. It's safe,' Zhang Yong continued.

'Yes,' Ma Yu agreed.

Yu Le Xing then reacted. It really was like that.

There was a very high wall around that warehouse. It was easy to defend but hard to attack.

Basically, it would be very difficult for an enemy to climb over the wall to get in. The entire warehouse. There was only one entrance.

As long as the entrance was guarded, it would be difficult for the enemy to get in.

At the same time, the warehouse was also very large inside. It was large enough to accommodate hundreds of people.

Although the conditions were a bit simple. However, they were all men. They didn't care about such things. They could completely make do with what they had.

Moreover, Zhang Yong had money in his hands and could gradually improve the conditions.

The most important thing was that the people outside did not know the situation inside. Naturally, they did not dare to take any rash actions.

The first rule of tactics is to know yourself and your enemy.

Otherwise, you have no chance of winning.

In the short term, even the Miyamoto family couldn't figure out what was going on inside. This gave them the upper hand.

So they moved immediately.

They quietly moved to 49 Shihu Street.

The most important supplies in the entire Tianjin Station were the two radios. Once they were seized, they were gone, with no backup.

Then there was some secret information. All of it was moved in one car.

Once they arrived at the new location, they immediately started working.

The antenna was set up. The signal was good. Contact with headquarters was immediately established. Headquarters expressed approval.

The telephone also worked. No telephone bill was required. Zhang Benzheng had paid the telephone bill.

Zhang Benzheng was now in a state of panic and had probably forgotten about this.

At this time, the hospital informed them that Chen Gongshu had also woken up.

Fortunately. Waking up meant that he was fine.

Zhang Yong then immediately came to see Chen Gongshu.

'I think it was probably someone from the Miyamoto family,' Zhang Yong said bluntly.

'Damn it...' Chen Gongshu cursed under his breath.

He actually felt very ashamed.

He had been plotting to assassinate someone all day, but in the end, he had been assassinated.

How could he accept it so easily?

'Everyone, leave,' Chen Gongshu waved his hand feebly.

Everyone else immediately exited the room.

Zhang Yong was left alone.

At this point, he didn't need to worry about Chen Gongshu doing anything.

At this moment, Chen Gongshu was seriously injured and had difficulty breathing.

'I have several very important informants,' Chen Gongshu said slowly, "now, I'll leave them to you! They may have some news.'

'Okay," Zhang Yong nodded, 'the Director has asked me to temporarily take charge of Tianjin Station.'

'Then you'd better not go back to the south.'

'I'm still the future director of the Air Force General Staff Intelligence Department.'

'Forget it...'

Chen Gongshu smiled bitterly.

He actually wanted to keep Zhang Yong.

It didn't matter if he made Zhang Yong the station chief.

Chen Gongshu was not a reckless person. He knew his weaknesses.

He was very good at assassinations.

However, if it came to other aspects, he was ashamed to admit that he was no match.

At the very least, he was not as good as Zhang Yong.

A mere address of 49 Shihu Street has already caused the traitors to turn on each other, creating a good effect.

You can say that Zhang Yong is just messing around, or that it's just a coincidence. Either way, the effect has been achieved.

According to the informant, the Japanese secret service is now demanding that Maochuan Xi hurry back to deal with this headache. Both Tomohiko Wachi and Takeo Kishida are unwilling to get involved.

Unfortunately, Zhang Yong will have to leave sooner or later.

No one knows how long he can stay at Tianjin Station. He could leave at any time.

'Do you have any spare weapons and ammunition?'

'No.'

'Any intelligence?'

'Yes.'

'Where?'

'The Bank of Japan.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong is suspicious.

Weapons and ammunition? Bank of Japan? Are the two related?

The Bank of Japan was a bank established by the Japanese invaders in the Japanese concession. It was different from the Po Sheng Bank. It was exclusively for the Japanese.

The Po-Shang Bank had a chance of infiltration. The Chōkin Bank did not.

All the staff inside were of pure Japanese descent.

Even mixed-race people were not allowed.

Nor were people born on the Korean Peninsula or Taiwan.

You can see how strict it was.

'The Chōkin Bank had a security team. About 100 people. Armed.'

'You want me to attack the Chōkin Bank?'

'Of course not.'

'Then...'

'Every day, the Bank of China transports supplies from Beiping. They unload at the train station. Then a convoy takes the supplies back to the Japanese concession. It's about a 30-minute drive from the train station to the Japanese concession. If you rob the convoy, the Bank of China's security team will be dispatched. Then you can kill the security team.'

'The Japanese will go crazy, won't they?'

'Yes, but as long as there's no evidence, there's no way they can prove it was us.'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong immediately agreed.

He seemed to be very good at robberies.

As long as it wasn't the regular army of the Japanese invaders, he really wasn't afraid.

In fact, if the Japanese invaders only sent a squadron of regular troops, he was also not afraid. Without heavy weapons, they were afraid of nothing.

Look at the watch.

It seems to be almost time for the train to arrive?

Okay, let's move immediately.

Immediately, he called Yu Lexing. Arrange the plan of action.

The group quickly arrived at the train station.

From afar, they saw many small red dots. They were all Japanese!

In the vast Tianjin, there were really too many Japanese.

It is said that there are as many as 70,000 Japanese in the Japanese concession alone.

In terms of the number of Japanese nationals, there are even more in the Hongkou Japanese-occupied zone of Shanghai. This shows just how deeply the Japanese have infiltrated Tianjin.

Zhang Yong observes silently.

He is trying to determine which of the red dots are dangerous.

Unfortunately, there are just too many red dots. It is hard to tell. He can only take things one step at a time.

Soon afterwards, the convoy from the Chingjin Bank comes out.

They drove straight into the train station, picked up their cargo from the platform, and then drove out again.

There were three small black cars in total. They were all covered up tightly. Yu Lexing and the others were unable to detect anything inside.

Of course, Zhang Yong could.

The three small black cars were all full. There were four people in each car.

They were all Japanese.

There were a total of twelve small red dots. They should all be carrying weapons.

It's not going to be easy...

However, that's not the point.

The point is that at the back of the convoy, there are three cars that are following the three cars without making a sound.

On top of the three cars, they are also all Japanese. Each car also has four people. However, they are not following the convoy closely. Instead, they are hanging back.

Judging from Yu Le Xing's expression, it is obvious that he did not notice these three cars.

That's dangerous.

There is actually a secret escort.

It's still three waves of people.

If someone rashly attacks the bank convoy, they will definitely fall into a trap. They may be killed in return.

No wonder the Japanese invaders were so bold. It seems they had it all planned out.

'Shaolong, shall we do it?'

'No. We've been tricked. There are three cars behind us, and there are Japanese in them.'

'Really?'

Yu Lexing was taken aback.

This Japanese convoy was very devious!

It didn't seem like an escort, but rather like a deliberate attempt to lure the enemy into a trap. And then kill them.

'Then...'

'Terminate the operation.'

'Good!'

Yu Le Xing immediately passed on the order.

Everyone then withdrew.

It's not cost-effective. It may cause a lot of trouble.

Zhang Yong and the others cannot deal with so many targets at the same time. They cannot deal a fatal blow in one strike.

Once they get into a fierce battle, there is a possibility of a large number of casualties.

The Japanese in the three cars behind must not be ordinary people. As long as one of them is more powerful, Zhang Yong and the others will have a lot of trouble.

'Go!'

Zhang Yong retreated himself.

Suddenly, he noticed a few red dots nearby.

He took a closer look. He was secretly shocked.

These red dots were all Japanese soldiers in ambush. They were just waiting for someone to walk right into their trap!

Once someone launched an attack on the Zhengjin Bank convoy, the moment the gunshots started, these red dots would encircle from the outside. They would attack from behind. At that time, Zhang Yong and the others would be under attack from the front and the back, and it would be very dangerous.

They might not even be able to retreat safely.

It is possible that the whole army will be wiped out.

Damn it!

What a sinister plot!

"Shaolong, are we going back to the hospital?'

'No...'

Zhang Yong shook his head slowly.

Chen Gongshu was assassinated, and the attack was aborted halfway.

He was very unhappy.

He wanted to find a place to vent a little.

It was impossible to go to the Bank of Zhengjin. It was inside the Japanese concession. He couldn't get in by himself.

He decided to go back and continue interrogating the traitors.

Maybe they know something about the whereabouts of the arms? If I can't get the money, I'll get the arms! I must get something back...

First, interrogate Tang Guoyuan.

'I, I...' Tang Guoyuan paused.

Zhang Yong picked up a hammer.

I don't know what it was used for before. It's heavy. It's dirty. It's rusty.

Tang Guoyuan's face suddenly changed. He trembled.

You bastard!

What are you doing?

What are you doing with the hammer?

"I'll tell you!'

'I'll tell you!'

he cried out anxiously.

He was afraid that Zhang Yong would bring the hammer down and smash his head to pieces.

This was no joke.

That was a huge hammer!

It could crack open granite. How much more so a human head?

This pervert, inhumane person. He actually took a hammer!

Zhang Yong hammered the hammer into the ground.

'I know Yuan Wenhui has weapons. The Japanese gave them to him.'

'Don't you have any?'

'We have some too. But there are only a dozen guns, and you wouldn't even notice them!'

'Where does Yuan Wenhui get his weapons?'

'Tang Village.'

'I know Tang Village has some. Where else?'

'The City God Temple has some too.'

'Which City God Temple?'

'The one in Red Carp Alley.'

'How do you know?'

'I, I...'

Tang Guoyuan stammered.

Zhang Yong picked up the hammer again. It clanged.

Not going to say anything?

He really smashed it.

He was very angry now.

'I, I, I know from his mistress...'

'His mistress?'

'I, I...'

'That's enough. Stop.'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

Disgusting. And a fellow sufferer. Unbearable.

You are both respectable men. How could you both be after the same woman?

Tang Guoyuan: ?

He inadvertently saw Zhang Yong's expression. He immediately understood that the other person had misunderstood. He hurriedly defended himself, 'It's not what you think, it's not what you think...'

However, Zhang Yong shook his head. He took the person to Hongliyu Hutong.

Yuan Wenhui actually buried weapons and ammunition in the city god temple?

What was the purpose?

Did the Japanese give them to him? Did he need to hide them?

Arriving at the temple, they searched carefully and soon dug up the weapons buried under the Buddha statue.

The result...

great disappointment...

It was all Ying Qiqi.

There were only guns, no bullets.

It was ridiculous.

Isn't this a burning stick?

There were no bayonets either. Ying Qiqi couldn't fight with a bayonet either.

Well, it's a bad start.

They took it back in a huff.

There were quite a lot of guns. A full 65.

If there were enough bullets, it could almost equip a company.

Unfortunately, there weren't.

Sigh...

Irritating...

Suddenly, he noticed a small red dot quietly cutting into the edge of the map.

Upon seeing the trajectory of this small red dot, Zhang Yong immediately realised that the other party was aiming at him.

Having looked at maps for so long, he had developed a conditioned reflex.

A normal person would not have walked this way. Only someone who wanted to attack him would sneak up in such an irregular manner.

An assassin?

Is it someone from the Miyamoto family?

Zhang Yong's face suddenly tensed. He whispered, 'Instructor Yu.'

'What's wrong?' Yu Lexing leaned in.

'There's an assassin.'

'Who?'

'It might be someone from the Miyamoto family.'

'Where?'

Yu Lexing immediately became nervous.

Damn it!

It's someone from the Miyamoto family!

"Two hundred metres away.'

'What?'

'Possibly carrying a rifle.'

'Shit!'

Yu Le Xing's face changed dramatically.

The other party actually had rifles. That's trouble.

They only carried short guns when they went out. No rifles.

Unexpectedly...

At this moment, they do have long guns in their hands. Ying Qiqi. Sixty-odd pieces!

Unfortunately, there are no bullets. It's useless...

Zhang Yong was also speechless.

There were so many Ying Qiqi, but there were no bullets...

Wait.

Hurry up and check the space with you.

He remembered that there were bullets in the space last time.

Delighted...

Yes. There were indeed. But there were only a hundred or so.

This is really killing me...

What use is a hundred bullets?

What a shitty system, can't you produce more? You're a system after all...

Resentment aside. In a hurry, he took out the bullets.

Yu Lexing did not care about doubts. He quickly distributed the bullets. Armed ten people, ten Ying Qiqi, and ten bullets each.

This way, they will at least have a fighting chance.

Yu Lexing took one Yingqiqi for himself. He was still a decent shot.

Zhang Yong didn't need one.

He couldn't handle a long gun.

He just needed to monitor the enemy's position and movements closely and then dispatch commands.

The red dot was getting closer and closer.

250 metres...

200 metres...

The speed was slowing down.

It seemed that the other party was also being very careful.

He was 100% certain that the other party was coming for him.

It is very likely that this person is the one who assassinated Chen Gongshu. After assassinating Chen Gongshu, this person still refused to give up and tried to assassinate me.

How arrogant.

How arrogant.

However, the person is from the Gongmeng family, and indeed has the capital to be arrogant.

If Zhang Yong had the ability of Yan Shuangying, he might be even more arrogant than the other person.

Unfortunately, he doesn't.

Therefore, he can only obediently tuck his tail.

Raise the binoculars.

Search carefully for the target's movements.

However, although the red dot is clearly visible, he cannot see it.

What a master.

So well hidden.

Suddenly, he feels something. He quickly looks down.

'Pop!'

He feels something fly past his scalp.

His body is cold.

It is freezing.

His mind goes blank.

'Pop!'

Then he hears a gunshot.

His mind reacts.

Ah! He has been shot! The enemy fired first.

Luckily, he hid quickly.

Otherwise, he would be dead.

The bullet had already lifted the top of his skull.

Damn. This Japanese soldier is really ruthless. It was only 200 metres away. A bullet aimed at himself.

Does the enemy have 10.0 vision? So awesome.

'Ah...'

Yu Lexing was also shocked.

He didn't see where the enemy was either. Then Zhang Yong was shot.

He almost thought Zhang Yong had died a heroic death.

Fortunately, Zhang Yong tilted his head and blinked his eyes to indicate that he was still alive.

At the same time, he gestured for Yu to hurry and move.

This position had been exposed. It was not a place to linger.

Yu immediately moved.

Zhang Yong: ...

gasped heavily.

That was close. Only now did he gradually feel the fear in the pit of his stomach.

However...

Fear was fear. However, he did not flinch.

Encountering the Miyamoto family, flinching was useless. It would only lead to a more miserable death. It was even more unbearable to watch someone die.

The only way is to fight back. Finish the other guy off.

Or force him to retreat.

Being weak only makes the other guy more arrogant.

However, without a mortar...

There's no way to threaten the enemy from afar.

If you look up, there's a high chance that you'll be killed by a shot from the other guy.

It's very uncomfortable to be suppressed.

I guess Chen Gongshu's subordinates couldn't stand it, so they poked their heads up to fight back, only to be killed by a fatal shot from the other guy.

Perhaps there were also some very brave people who jumped out directly, trying to attract the fire of the Japanese invaders. In the end, they died for their country, but the others failed to seize the opportunity. They did not manage to kill the Japanese invaders.

I have to say, Chen Gongshu was still a bit lacking when it came to head-on confrontation. He might not have been good at fighting at a distance.

Or perhaps Chen Gongshu didn't have a long gun at the time.

A short gun would have been no match for a long gun.

Alas...

Wait!

No, that's not right!

The bullets are not right.

The bullets dug out from the bodies of the deceased were all from Browning pistols. Not rifles.

In other words, it was a close-range shot. Not a long-range rifle shot.

This is even worse. It means that the murderer is even more terrifying. He was able to kill seven people at Tianjin Station within the range of a pistol. And he also seriously injured Chen Gongshu.

A terrifying opponent...

However, he has no way out.

Take a deep breath. Gather your strength.

Move quietly. Hide and seek with the Japanese invaders.

You want to ambush me?

I want to ambush you too.

Let's see who can laugh last...