Chapter 438: Rescue

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According to the Japanese spy's confession, this Baolin Temple was previously a deserted temple. There was no incense.

It was the Japanese secret service that took a fancy to this place, so they invested some of their funds to renovate it. They also recruited a few temporary workers. They shaved their heads and pretended to be monks. Then they opened the temple doors to receive the incense.

The money to renovate the temple was 'donated' by Wang Zhulin. When he says donated, he actually means handed over.

'Do you know Wang Zhulin's identity?'

'Yes.'

'What's his name?'

'Bota Taro.'

'Really?'

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

Then he heard a voice that seemed to be mumbling, 'Bota Taro...'

He was momentarily stunned.

Then he reacted. The latter was the real one.

What he had "heard" later was the psychological activity of this Japanese spy. This Japanese spy actually wanted to hide Wang Zulin's real name.

Bota Taro...

Haha. Okay. I won't expose you.

Bring the Japanese spy into the temple. Take control of all the other monks.

Start searching.

Then I discovered something very strange.

In the back of the temple, which is obviously a very desolate area, the map shows a lot of small white dots underneath.

However, when Zhang Yong looked over, there was clearly no one there!

Taking out the binoculars, he looked carefully and saw the dense weeds. Some were almost half as tall as a person. They seriously blocked the view.

Among the weeds, there seemed to be a winding path.

Strange, what is that place over there? Why are there so many people?

They can't be ghosts.

Ever since he got his gun, Zhang Yong has never believed in ghosts.

No matter how powerful they are, they can't resist the physical exorcism of a gun. So there must be something strange behind the temple. But for now, there are other things to deal with.

To be on the safe side, he quietly waves to Tan Haitao. Tell him to come over.

'Captain!'

'Keep an eye on the back!'

'Yes!'

Tan Haitao is a little confused.

What's there to keep an eye on in the back? It's all overgrown with weeds!

Is he worried that someone is lurking there?

Indeed, Zhang Yong is worried. What if it's a lurking Japanese spy team?

Like the Yamamoto spy team. It's a memorable one.

The Japanese invaders might also have special operations.

Or there could be assassins lurking inside the temple. They'll kill at the drop of a hat.

We have to be on our guard.

'Captain, how about I go search it?'

'Good idea!'

Zhang Yong nodded.

Tan Haitao immediately led the men to search the back.

In the end, they found nothing. After a closer look, they saw that there was nothing in the weeds.

Zhang Yong noticed that the Japanese spy monk also looked very relaxed.

Strange, what's going on with the people in the back?

It's not on the ground. Could it be underground?

Could there be a basement?

You have a temple and you're still building a basement? Trying to hide someone? A bandit? Or a fugitive?

Forget it, leave it alone for now. We'll deal with it after we've finished with other things.

'Where's the radio?'

'There isn't one...'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes, there is...'

The Japanese spy changed his mind at the last minute. Then he led them to the radio.

The radio was in a side room. It was hidden under the bed.

Hey, that's really bold.

He's not afraid at all that outsiders will find out.

When Zhang Yong saw the radio, he exclaimed, 'Good stuff!' There were actually three radios. They were all very new.

Haha. We've made a profit.

Perfect. There were only three old radios at the Tianjin station. The quantity seems to be quite high. In fact, they could go out of order at any time.

Now that we have seized three new radios, we can replace the three old radios.

What should we do with the old radios?

It would have been best to hand them over to the Red Party. Unfortunately, it seems that there is no underground party in Tianjin?

I guess even the Red Party at this moment in time does not yet have the ability to infiltrate Tianjin. We'll have to temporarily store them and hand them over to the Red Party when we get the chance in the future.

Apart from the radio, they also found some radio parts. Like electron tubes and stuff.

It really is like they say, when you catch a Japanese spy, you get everything.

No guns, no cannons, the enemy builds them for us. And radios too.

Continue the search.

From other secret rooms, they found a large amount of money.

It was all in silver notes. There were notes from the Yasubei Bank, the Citibank, the Fenghui Bank, and the Chokinzan Bank.

After looking at the numbers on the deposit slips, Zhang Yong exclaimed again, 'Holy cow!

It's a full 500,000 yen!

This Wang Zhulin really is rich! He actually has 500,000 yen!

Oh, it's yen...

That's not a lot...

The point is, yen can't be used anywhere else.

It can only be spent in places controlled by the Japanese invaders. For example, North China. For example, the three provinces of Northeast China. Or the Japanese homeland.

It's a bit of a letdown.

Of course, it's better than nothing.

It's a bit of a surprise. This Japanese spy is actually so cooperative.

He handed over the radio.

He handed over the money.

He was very cooperative.

However, Zhang Yong began to doubt.

In theory, the Japanese spy should not have been so frank. He would definitely have hidden something.

Why was he so frank?

Was he trying to hide more important information?

'You have confessed everything?'

'I have. I have.'

'Nothing is missing?'

'Nothing.'

'Good, let me ask you, what do those people hiding behind do?'

'What people? No. No. Where?'

The Japanese spy monk denied vehemently.

Yu Lexing and the others immediately sensed something was wrong. Someone was hiding behind them?

Tan Haitao immediately led the men to continue the search. In the end, there was still nothing to be found. Behind the temple, there were only vast expanses of weeds.

'You don't have to say anything,' Zhang Yong said leisurely, 'Do you know what lingchi is?'

'I, I, I...' The Japanese spy turned pale.

Lingchi? Of course he knew what it was.

Anyone who could be a spy had to have some education. Be literate.

How did Yuan Chonghuan die in the Ming Dynasty? He was executed by lingchi. He couldn't help but tremble all over.

'No? Then it begins...'

'I'll tell you, I'll tell you, I, I, they have nothing to do with me. Really. Nothing at all!'

'In your temple, you have nothing to do with them?'

'I, I, I really have nothing to do with them. It was Wang Zhulin who imprisoned them here. When Wang Zhulin needs them, he will send someone to take them out.'

'Who is inside?'

'It's, it's...'

'Speak!'

'It's women, women...'

'What? Women?'

Zhang Yong suddenly felt bad.

There is actually a group of women imprisoned in the temple?

Oh my!

He immediately thought of some unsuitable scenes for children.

These crazy dogs!

Killing them is too lenient! They must be ground up and made into fertilizer!

"Take us in!'

'I, I...'

'Pah!'

Zhang Yong slapped the other person twice.

What do you want? Want to die? Then I'll grant your wish. Another two slaps with the back of his hand.

Of course, he hit with the sole of his shoe. The sole of his shoe, which was specially designed to hit people in the face.

The Japanese spy was unable to defend himself. With a sad face, he covered his red and swollen cheeks and led them to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Zhang Yong noticed something unusual. It seemed that there was a bit too much food and vegetables stocked up here. There were a lot of pots and pans. At the beginning, there were only seven monks in the temple.

Where did they need so many pots and pans? Most of them were probably for the women who were imprisoned.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He gave the Japanese spy another slap.

Wang Zhulin, it's hard to describe in words!

I was really hasty just now to let him go. But never mind, sooner or later he will be brought to justice.

'What about the door?'

'Open, open, open...'

Ri Die stammered. He searched around and pulled a rope.

The rope hung down from the kitchen wall. There were thirty or forty similar ropes. There were a lot of them. Who would have thought that one of them was a mechanism.

'Creak...'

As the rope was pulled, a crack appeared in the wall.

Tan Haitao and the others immediately took up their positions with their guns. It was dark inside. It took a while to see clearly that it was a tunnel. Sloping downward.

Well, there really is a basement. This tunnel leads to the basement.

There was no light. A torch was needed to illuminate the way.

'Ugh...'

Suddenly, someone felt like vomiting.

Then, everyone couldn't help but cover their noses.

Zhang Yong also felt a foul smell coming at him. He hurriedly covered his nose. But it was useless. It still stank.

Finally, the stench dissipated a little.

'Go in!'

'Ah...'

Zhang Yong and the others entered the basement. Then they were all stunned.

After only a few turns, they saw a huge space. There were many iron cages inside. They were probably more than two metres high. Inside were people being held captive.

To be precise, they were young women. They were ragged. There were fifty or sixty of them.

All the women were lying listlessly inside the cages. Their expressions were numb.

Many of them were dishevelled, but they didn't care at all.

There were also women whose hands and feet were tied and hung up in the air. They didn't move at all. It was unclear whether they were dead or alive.

There was also a woman whose hands were tied above her head and she was hanging from the top of the cage, with only the tips of her toes touching the ground. Again, she was motionless, and it was unclear whether she was alive or dead.

So tragic...

Almost no one was unharmed.

Instantly, Zhang Yong's mind filled in some unsightly images, and he immediately drew his sword. With a single slash, he directly beheaded the Japanese spy monk.

This demon!

He actually imprisoned so many young women here!

What is he trying to do?

Scum!

Against humanity!

He deserves to die!

'Ugh...'

The Japanese spy monk covers his throat and collapses limp.

Zhang Yong is still not satisfied. He grabs a rifle. He clicks the bayonet onto the muzzle. He fires a few shots at the Japanese spy.

Son of a bitch!

Die!

Letting you live is a crime!

'Ssshhhh!'

The Japanese spy was stabbed to death. This only slightly assuaged his anger.

The women in the iron cage finally reacted a little. Someone looked at them with surprise and confusion.

But most of the women were still numb, as if they had stopped thinking.

Any idiot could guess what kind of treatment they had suffered. So mentally debilitated were they.

'Water!'

Zhang Yong shouted.

He saw that all the women's lips were pale and dry.

It is estimated that the thing they lack most is water.

'Clang!'

The crowd smashed open the shackles.

Then they discovered that things seemed to have gotten even worse...

The rescued women were all paralyzed and unable to move. Their breathing was also very weak.

Even if they were carefully fed water, it was difficult for them to recover.

The underground prison stank unbearably. They were afraid to move them easily for fear of causing secondary damage.

Zhang Yong was too embarrassed to turn around and run away. He had to hold it in.

Time passed slowly.

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