Chapter 461: The British concession, an acquaintance

'What's your name, big brother?'

'Don't get familiar with me! You're not worthy! Show me the goods quickly!'

'Please, please!'

Zhang Yong led the other party into the interior of the warehouse.

Haha, there have been 3,000 axe-wielding assassins inside, just waiting for you to come in...

Oh, no. There were dozens of gunmen.

Without even looking at the gold bracelet, the others strode in. It was as if they were entering their own home.

Zhang Yong couldn't help but be amazed once again...

He secretly sighed, this guy has really survived until now.

Do you really think you can walk around Tianjin with impunity just because you're from Beiping? You don't even have the most basic sense of caution?

'Where is the merchandise?'

Jin Shoubai didn't see any sugar.

Instead, he saw the dense array of gunmen around him. But he didn't care.

He was from Beiping.

He has a very powerful backer. He is not afraid.

'The goods are sold.'

'What did you say? Are you playing with us?'

'None of you have paid a deposit. Of course I sold them to someone else?'

'You want to die!'

Gold Bracelet suddenly became furious.

The others immediately raised their machine guns.

Zhang Yong stood outside the door and hurriedly retreated behind the wall.

It's not clear who wants to die...

But...

'Popping...'

'Da-da-da...'

The sound of gunfire was intense.

It was as if the inside of the warehouse had exploded.

Zhang Yong hid behind the wall. He quietly stuck out his tongue.

He was finished.

He would have to deal with so many corpses again later.

There were more than ten of them!

There was nowhere to bury them all.

Digging a pit would be exhausting. Really. Digging a pit is exhausting...

In many TV dramas, after someone is killed, they just dig a pit and bury the body. In fact, the director has no practical experience at all.

In fact, you have to dig a pit that is two metres long, one metre wide and two metres deep. It's absolutely exhausting.

If you're digging alone, it takes at least half a day.

In the days before excavators, relying solely on hoes and shovels was really, really hard work...

But what can you do?

Some people just want to die. They even come to the door themselves. You can't just ignore them!

Finally, the gunfire stopped.

Zhang Yong peeked cautiously. Then he withdrew.

Yang Zhi came out. The barrel of the Thompson submachine gun was still steaming. He said, 'Captain, it's all settled!'

Zhang Yong nodded. Enter.

Sure enough, Jin Shoubai and his men had been beaten to a pulp.

Alas, stupidity is not a sin.

But to be stupid and arrogant at the same time, there's nothing you can do.

So what if you each have two pistols? Faced with so many Thompsons, there's no way to fight back.

Alas...

A body search.

The result was very unexpected.

An envelope was found on the body of the gold bracelet.

Unfortunately, the envelope was on the waist. The banknotes inside were in trouble. It was pierced by a bullet. A hole was made.

It was a banknote from the Baoshang Bank. The denomination was 200 silver dollars. There were about 100 of them. A total of 20,000 taels of silver.

Frown.

Is this the bottom line of the gold bracelet?

If you can't get laid for free, you get 20,000 silver dollars? But that's the equivalent of 80,000 silver dollars!

Damn it!

Serves you right!

Not even 20,000 silver dollars.

He picked up a pistol and found it was loaded, so he pointed it at the gold bracelet.

'Pop!'

'Pop!'

He fired two shots.

Then he saw the heavy gold bracelet again.

No.

It's the dead man's stuff. Bad luck.

The men clean up the battlefield. Naturally, they take off the gold bracelet.

The police academy students are still very much abiding by their duties. They know they don't have Zhang Yong's special abilities and dare not act recklessly.

Zhang Yong has something to fall back on. Even if he goes a bit over the line, no one will question it. But they can't. They will be dealt with.

Take the thick stack of silver notes. Examine them carefully.

Unfortunately. A hole has been punched in all of them.

I don't know if they can be exchanged smoothly. If not, then violence will have to be used...

Shakes his head.

Returns to his office. Sits down.

Looks out the window as people deal with the scene of the battle.

Depressed.

This is another troublesome matter.

The person sent by Beiping was killed by him. Beiping will definitely not let this go.

What will they do when they hear the news? Will they send a second wave of people? It is expected that there will be endless trouble.

But he is used to it.

After a while, all weapons and ammunition were gathered.

What a beautiful mirror-finish box!

Zhang Yong couldn't help but swallow two of them. He exchanged the other old submachine guns in his personal space.

Good stuff, who wouldn't want it?

"Ring ring ring...'

'Ring ring ring...'

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Zhang Yong picked up the receiver.

He found it was Mei Lu calling.

Mei Lu asked, "Do you have time to come out?'

'What's the matter?" Zhang Yong looked outside at his subordinates who were disposing of the bodies.

He felt that the place was no longer safe.

He might have to move again.

When he had chosen this place, he had not expected white sugar to become so popular.

He had already sold it twice, and now a third party was interested. He found the whole situation unbelievable.

What a nuisance.

When would Li Boqi arrive? It would be a lot easier if he were here.

'I'm in the British concession.'

'What for?'

'Mr Anderson wants to see you.'

'The British minister?'

'Yes. He wants to talk to you in person.'

'I see. I'll be right there.'

Zhang Yong agreed.

He didn't have anything urgent to do. A visit to the British concession was a good idea.

For now, he still needed the British to deal with the Japanese. And of course, the British also needed him to deal with the Japanese. It was a win-win situation for both sides!

But he reminded himself again and again to be careful, not to be taken advantage of by the British.

British gentlemen were also very cunning.

And he can't go alone. He must take a few people with him.

What if it's a trap?

You can't be too careful.

There are far too many people in Tianjin who want him dead.

'Just take a few people with you.'

'Why?'

'The head of the concession police is an acquaintance of yours. He says he's on good terms with you.'

'Who?'

'You'll see when you get here.'

'Oh?'

Zhang Yong frowned.

Concession police? Acquaintance? Who?

There are only two constables in the concession he knows. Zhu Yuan? Li Yuanqing?

If it's Zhu Yuan, that's fine. If it's Li Yuanqing, then it's trouble. Previous intelligence says that Li Yuanqing has already defected to the Japanese invaders.

Could it be Zhu Yuan?

No way!

He was transferred from Shanghai to Tianjin?

Shake your head.

That's what they say. But you still have to be careful.

It's impossible to take just a few people. At least ten or more. You also need to hide Thompson and the rifles in the car.

'Yang Zhi!'

'Present!'

'Luo Yiming!'

'Present!'

'You two come with me to the British concession!'

'Yes!'

The two men answered. They each gathered their men.

Each would bring eight men, making a total of 19. Five cars would be just right.

Browning pistols and Thompson submachine guns were standard equipment. They also brought two British 77s. They also brought hundreds of rounds of ammunition. This was called being on the safe side.

They set off.

On the way, they silently monitored their surroundings.

They didn't find any Japanese spies following them. But there were a lot of red dots along the way.

Damn, there are so many Japanese spies.

They have to find a time to sweep them all away.

The problem is, he doesn't have a prison cell!

And he can't just kill them if he catches them. He definitely has to lock up a few of them.

Even if he doesn't interrogate them. It's good for blackmailing later. It seems that he has to hurry up and build a prison cell.

However...

All logistics are very troublesome.

Yu Lexing is not good at it either. He is an action instructor. Not a logistics instructor. Logistics support is not something Yu Lexing wants to deal with.

Suddenly, he sees a red dot. It is by the roadside.

He observes it quietly.

He discovers that it is actually an acquaintance.

Who?

Is it that Aoi thing?

Yes, it is her. She is wearing a white kimono and is surrounded by Japanese people.

Frankly speaking, this girl is really pretty.

No matter how much hatred one has for the Japanese invaders, one must admit that Japanese girls are really good-looking.

In an era before plastic surgery and Photoshop, a woman is beautiful if she is beautiful. It is hard to fake it. Just like Uekawa Kyoko. She is indeed a beauty.

So is Fang Muyu. So is Xia Lan. They are all his women now.

I'm just daydreaming...

Arrived at the British concession.

Found a dozen red dots outside.

Observed silently through the car window. Found that they are all fake Chinese.

From all walks of life. All kinds of people. Just gathered near the British concession.

Haha. That's amazing! Spying on the British.

No wonder Anderson is so annoyed. I guess he is also aware of the Japanese's ambitions.

It's impossible to say that the British didn't know the Japanese would start a war. The British are very cunning. They knew about the Japanese long ago.

But at that time, they were already being beaten by the Führer, and they couldn't protect themselves, so they really didn't have the ability to deal with the Japanese.

From a distance, he saw Mei Lu.

She was waiting for him at the entrance to the concession. A police officer was standing next to her.

It was really Zhu Yuan!

He could tell at a glance.

Zhu Yuan had really run from Shanghai to Tianjin.

Zhang Yong hurriedly ordered the car to stop.

Get out of the car.

'Captain Zhu!'

'Captain Zhang!'

Zhu Yuan came up smiling, shook his hand and gave him a hug.

It's true that after being apart for a while, they both missed each other. Zhang Yong in particular. He immediately felt better.

He didn't bother to think about why Zhu Yuan had been transferred to Tianjin. As long as he was here, that was fine.

In the future, having Zhu Yuan in the British concession would make things much easier. It would also be very easy to protect a few people.

As long as he placed people inside the British concession, the Japanese would not dare to make trouble in public.

As for the struggle behind the scenes, Zhang Yong was not afraid.

'You've been transferred here?'

'That's right. I have an official transfer order. From now on, the entire British concession constabulary will be under my control. If there's anything, just find me.'

'That's great!'

Zhang Yong couldn't have asked for more. He beamed with joy.

Without the Japanese meddling, it was truly perfect.

Zhu Yuan gives a brief introduction to the situation at the constabulary. Apart from the constables, there is also a Chinese battalion under them.

The so-called Chinese battalion is a Chinese soldier recruited by the British, trained according to the British style, and equipped with British weapons. Quite combat-effective. But they are currently not in the British concession.

Where are they?

Transferred to the Kailuan Coal Mine to suppress the Japanese from causing trouble.

Therefore, for the time being, the constabulary only has more than 200 Chinese constables. It is just for show. You can't force your way through.

There were thousands of Japanese invaders around Tianjin. The garrison alone numbered 7,000. The British felt uneasy.

'I'll go see Anderson first.'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

He told Mei Lu to get in the car.

'Follow me!'

Zhu Yuan drove ahead to lead the way.

The convoy entered the concession. It arrived next to a very small café.

The car stopped.

They got out.

Mei Lu said to Zhang Yong, 'Anderson is inside. Go in yourself!'

Zhang Yong frowned, 'Could it be a trap?'

'What would I gain by trapping you?' Mei Lu bit her lip.

'You're right!' Zhang Yong nodded.

It was just a casual remark. He had already explored the area.

Inside the café, there was indeed only one white dot, which should be Anderson. There was no one else.

However, near the café, within a 350-metre radius, there were actually several small red dots. Some of the red dots were even slowly moving. It felt as if they were spying on the café?

Take a look around.

I don't see any other Britons.

This Minister Anderson is a bit overconfident, not even bringing a guard.

Isn't he afraid that the Japanese will get him?

Haha. The Japanese are crazy, they even kill their own people.

Even if Zhu Yuan has three heads and six arms, he can't stop the Japanese from assassinating him!

Enter the café.

Fortunately, it doesn't look as cramped as it seems.

Since there are no other people, the atmosphere is quite nice. Indeed, it is just Anderson alone. Dickens is also not here.

He walked slowly over. His heart was calm.

Minister Anderson was polite, stood up and made a gesture inviting him to sit down.

'My Chinese isn't very good. Please forgive me.'

'Actually, I can understand a little English.'

'That's great. Let's speak half Chinese and half English. Please sit down!'

'Thank you!'

Zhang Yong sat down.

No waiter came. It was just conversation.

That's how the British are sometimes. They invite someone to talk, but don't even offer a cup of coffee.

Fortunately, May Lu came in.

It turned out that she was in charge of the coffee.

'Mr Anderson, please tell me what you need!'

'Help me find all the Japanese hiding in the British concession.'

'All of them?'

'Yes, all of them. Count them one by one. Find them all.'

'Are there a lot of Japanese in the British concession?'

'No. Only a dozen or so have declared their identities. But I suspect that many Japanese are hiding their identities and lurking in the British concession. I don't like them. I want to expel them all.'

'Just expelling them is enough?'

'Of course, I also want to teach them a lesson.'

'What lesson?'

'I want to put them in prison. I have prepared a prison for 500 people.'

'500 people?'

'Yes! I believe this number is only too small. There must be more than 500 Japanese lurking!'

'This...'

Zhang Yong was secretly ashamed.

This Anderson really speaks without thinking.

The British concession in Tianjinwei didn't seem to be that big, did it? Hiding 500 Japanese?

That's a joke...

Where would there be...

Suddenly, his eyes flashed.

Okay, there really might be. Because...

He spotted a group of small red dots. There were seven or eight of them. They were all gathered together.

How arrogant.

Are they going to gather together for a group mob?

That's good!

Go out now and arrest a few for public display!

Just as he was about to speak, suddenly one of the red dots moved quietly towards the café.

Zhang Yong stood up, walked to the door, raised the binoculars, and discovered that it was a young man on a bicycle. He seemed to be wearing a telegraph office uniform. The bicycle also had a telegraph office logo.

'Something's up?' Zhu Yuan leaned in.

'The young man delivering the telegram is Japanese. Arrest him!' Zhang Yong nodded.

Zhu Yuan's eyes flashed.

He immediately led the men in action.