Chapter 462: Mark

Anderson came out of the café.

He was very surprised to see Zhu Yuan leading a group of people rushing towards the man delivering the telegram.

'Zhang, what are you doing?'

'Captain Zhu is arresting the Japanese.'

'Telegram, Japanese?'

'Yes!'

'Really?'

Anderson was obviously doubtful.

Zhang Yong nods. It's true. But he doesn't explain.

At this point, the man delivering the telegram seems to sense danger. He immediately stops his bicycle. He throws it down and turns to run.

'Go after him!'

'Hurry!'

Zhu Yuan and the others immediately give chase.

Anderson is about to speak, but then stops.

It seems that something has indeed happened?

"Is he really Japanese?'

'We'll find out when we catch him.'

'Are there any other Japanese?'

'Yes.'

'Arrest them all!'

'Mr. Minister, please calm down.'

Zhang Yong turned back and entered the café.

He sat down.

He continued to drink his coffee.

He didn't actually like bitter things.

But...

Who said it was personally mixed by Mei Lu?

No matter how bitter it was, he had to pretend it was delicious.

There was no rush to catch the Japanese spies. Where could so many Japanese spies possibly go?

There were more than ten within the scope of the map surveillance alone. Perhaps the Japanese spies were gathering together to carry out some kind of violent action?

That would be nice. Round them all up...

Unfortunately, when the patrolman arrested the telegraph operator, the other spies scattered.

Zhang Yong did not chase after them.

As he had said before: Arrest the spies. No hurry.

There was still a long time before 15 August 1945. There were simply too many to catch.

Even after the Japanese surrendered, a large number of spies continued to lurk, disguised as Chinese. The Japanese secret service had completely destroyed their files.

As long as they didn't reveal themselves, no one knew they were Japanese spies.

So, decades later, in some fields, some people, might even be the descendants of these Japanese spies...

'Arrest them all! Their assets will all belong to you,' Anderson said.

'Thank you!' Zhang Yong nodded calmly, 'But, Mr Anderson, there is one thing I must make clear to you. Can you withstand the pressure from the Japanese?'

'Of course!'

'Please forgive my frankness. I am worried that you will be pressured by the Japanese and have to release those people.'

'I swear to God that if I listen to the Japanese, I will never be able to return to my country.'

'Er...'

'I would rather not be the minister, and I will not release the Japanese! I will leave them all at your disposal!'

'In that case, I am relieved.'

Zhang Yong nodded.

He judged that Anderson would probably compromise in the end.

Because the Shanghai Public Security Bureau had already compromised. An assistant police commissioner of Japanese descent was appointed.

This assistant police commissioner caused the Fuxing Society a lot of trouble.

Zhu Yuan and the other key members of the constabulary who had previously been affiliated with the Fuxing Society were placed under Japanese surveillance, which made their work difficult.

In the past, Fuxing Society agents could freely enter the concession. But after the Japanese arrived, that was no longer possible.

Now, Zhu Yuan had been transferred to Tianjin, avoiding the Japanese. His work should be much easier.

However, if the Japanese exert pressure, it will still be a very troublesome matter.

'Zhang, I will not compromise.'

'I understand.'

Zhang Yong nodded.

There is a slight hope. Although it is not great.

Some British people do have backbone. They cannot be killed all at once.

Let's hope that Anderson is an exception.

Anyway, as long as Anderson does not give in, the Japanese actually dare not use force.

The British are far away. But the Americans can mess with the Japanese! If the beautiful country of the United States imposes economic sanctions, it will be fatal for the Japanese.

Just the restriction of oil, rubber, scrap iron and steel, which are important strategic resources, will have a fatal impact on the Japanese war machine.

Not a serious impact.

A fatal impact.

After all, war is a competition for resources.

Population is also a kind of resource.

China is an agricultural country and very backward. But it does not rely so heavily on industrial resources.

It can rely on its population resources to hang on.

Japan, on the other hand, is a semi-industrial country. It is heavily reliant on oil, rubber, coal, iron ore and the like. And they are in serious short supply in their own country. So it can't last. Once these resources are restricted, the whole country will collapse.

'Pop!'

At this moment, a gunshot was heard.

Anderson stood up a little anxiously.

Zhang Yong's expression did not change.

He continued to sit.

He continued to drink coffee.

Gunshots?

He's long since become numb to it.

Every day in Tianjin, there's gunfire.

It wasn't one of his men who fired. It was probably Zhu Yuan.

This guy, he arrested a postman and fired a gun? I despise him...

'What's going on?'

'You'll find out soon enough.'

Sure enough, ten minutes later, Zhu Yuan escorted the man back.

In the late autumn weather, Zhu Yuan was sweating all over. It was clear that he had gone all out to capture this Japanese spy. The others were the same.

Zhang Yong was a little surprised. This Japanese spy was actually so difficult to catch? In the end, did they have to use a gun?

He glanced around. He noticed that the Japanese spy had been shot in the butt. It hadn't hit the vital spot.

After being caught, the Japanese spy was still very fierce. None of the patrolmen were able to hold him down. It felt like the handcuffs weren't working at all.

The Japanese spy was very strong. It was as if he wanted to break free of the handcuffs.

In the end, Yang Zhi and his men came up and tied the Japanese spy up in five different ways, then beat him up again. They focused on hitting his waist. The Japanese spy finally calmed down.

Professionals do professional things.

Zhu Yuan and his men are constables. Frankly speaking, they were not professional when they arrested the Japanese spy.

When the Japanese spy saw Yang Zhi and the others strike, he immediately stopped being aggressive. He also realised that he had met his match.

They were both in the same business. It was useless to struggle. It would only make things worse for him.

Why did they target the waist? Because if the waist is injured, there is no way to exert force.

Moreover, an injury to the waist is not fatal. It only renders the victim unable to resist.

'This son of a bitch can really run! He can climb walls!' Zhu Yuan said angrily, "If we don't use guns, we can't catch him at all!'

'Really?" Zhang Yong nodded. He reached out and patted the Japanese spy on the shoulder.

Very friendly. A smile on his face.

Then he looked at the wound on his back. Hmm, not fatal.

'Please sit down!'

'Who are you?'

'I'm the one who's arrested you.'

'On what grounds?'

'Let's sit down and talk. Let's talk calmly.'

Zhang Yong smiled slightly, calm and collected, 'Since I was able to arrest you, it means I already have your information. Otherwise, why would I arrest you? There's no point in you denying it. I'm not going to force you to confess anything. Admitting your identity shouldn't be considered a betrayal of your organisation!'

'Who the hell are you?'

'Zhang Yong. Ever heard of me? I arrested a lot of Japanese spies.'

'So it's you!'

'You see. You know my name. That means we're in the same business. So the rest of the conversation will be much easier, right? Don't worry, I won't ask you anything confidential. I won't make things difficult for you.'

'I...'

The Japanese spy hesitated.

His reason told him that he shouldn't trust Zhang Yong.

However, if the other party just wanted to know his name, it didn't seem like an excessive request.

In the end...

'Ma Chuan Yize.'

'How long have you been here?'

'I refuse to answer.'

'Fine!'

Zhang Yong did not pursue the matter.

It was enough to confirm that the other person was a Japanese spy. He would deal with the rest later.

Anderson only wanted him to catch the Japanese spy. But he did not say how to interrogate him. This kind of small character is probably not worth much information.

Let him go.

Leave it to Zhu Yuan to deal with it.

'Shit! He really is Japanese.' Anderson's face was very ugly.

He felt that he had underestimated the situation.

Even the staff at the concession's telegraph office were disguised Japanese. Not to mention the others?

It turns out that the original plan to prepare 500 places may not be enough.

Frak! These damned Japanese. They must all be caught one by one.

He wants to purge the British concession of all Japanese.

Not one left.

Purge them all!

'Zhang, you are really something!'

'You flatter me!'

'Then I'll leave it all to you.'

'Mr Anderson, may I ask, what's in it for me?'

'I don't have any money. But I have weapons and ammunition.'

'Okay, deal.'

Zhang Yong nodded.

This Anderson is a crafty fellow.

He immediately offered me an irresistible temptation. Weapons and ammunition!

At the moment, weapons and ammunition are worth more than gold.

Gold still needs to be converted into weapons and ammunition through other channels. It's time-consuming and laborious.

Of course, if it's for personal consumption, that's another matter.

But when Zhang Yong's personal space is full of gold bars, he feels that indulging in luxury is too small-scale.

The point is, no matter how much he spends, he can't spend much on his own.

Buying weapons: few channels, time-consuming.

Someone might take a large sum of money from you in the middle. In the end, you might not get more than 30%.

The British supplied the weapons and ammunition directly, eliminating the need for middlemen. It was actually a good deal.

'Take it!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

Zhu Yuan then picked up the dejected Japanese spy.

He gave him a couple of hard kicks.

'Damn it, he was so fierce just now!'

'Fierce, my ass!'

As it turned out, the Japanese spy didn't react at all.

He was secretly despising them. Constables. What kind of people are they? Not at all professional?

What's the point of spanking me? What's the point of pressing my shoulders? You have to press my waist. If you hold someone's waist, they can't struggle. You don't even know that...

Look at Zhang Yong's men, they're very proficient at this. They just go for the waist.

Now, even if he wasn't handcuffed or tied up, there's really no way he could have struggled. His waist hurts so much, he can hardly straighten up. How can he even think about resisting...

'Wait!'

Zhang Yong suddenly remembered something else.

He called Zhu Yuan and the Japanese spy over.

He turned to Anderson and said, 'Mr Anderson, I have an additional request.'

'Go ahead,' said Anderson, in a good mood.

'I want to take some people from your concession prison. Some of them are criminals. They have done wrong, but they are very skilled. I need them to deal with the Japanese.'

'Fine. For every Japanese spy you catch, you can take one prisoner out of the prison. But not murderers.'

'That's not a deal.'

'Of course not. It's just a verbal agreement.'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong nodded.

He had a better impression of Anderson.

Of course, Anderson was definitely not a kind person, but it was just a matter of interests.

At present, the biggest threat to the British was the Japanese. On the contrary, the Chinese had already become the British's ally. The British needed the Chinese to deal with the Japanese.

The prisoners in the concession prison are of little value to the British. It is better to put them to good use.

'Captain Zhu!'

'Yes!'

'Send someone to take the Japanese spy back. We'll continue to arrest the others.'

'Yes!'

Zhu Yuan was eager to get started.

On the Bund, he had been annoyed by the Japanese.

Unfortunately, the local Public Works Department also had Japanese participation. This resulted in passivity everywhere.

He transferred to Tianjin, where he was finally able to get rid of the Japanese and get down to business. He told himself that he would do whatever Zhang Yong told him to do. He would arrest whoever Zhang Yong told him to arrest.

'I'll get the Japanese!' Zhu Yuan said fiercely.

Zhang Yong: ...

Okay. There's money in it. I appreciate that.

If you want, you can arrest Japanese spies forever. You can't make enough money.

Waving his hand, he set off.

The target is right next to them. It's less than 300 metres away.

It's the person wandering around nearby, seemingly keeping an eye on the café. They have a vague feeling that this person is no ordinary person.

The target is not someone who lives here. They probably have binoculars or something.

Sure enough, as soon as they set off, they notice that the target has started to move. It seems that they have noticed them. So they quickly pull away.

Very alert.

They must be professionals.

This is getting exciting.

He's driving himself. He hits the accelerator and speeds up.

They suddenly changed direction, seemingly trying to get out of the concession. They immediately stopped next to a phone booth.

'The Japanese spy is trying to escape. Go make a call and close the concession exit.'

'Okay!'

Zhu Yuan immediately got out of the car to make a call.

Soon, all the exits to the concession were temporarily closed. The strength of the police patrols at all the exits was also increased.

Most of the police officers began carrying loaded guns.

The Japanese spy obviously hadn't noticed the change in the situation. He continued walking towards the exit. Only when he got to the exit did he realise that it was closed.

He hurried back. But it was too late. The car behind him had already arrived.

He was well trained after all. He immediately turned his clothes inside out, disguised himself as someone else, and mingled with the crowd.

Coincidentally, more and more people gathered near the entrance and exit of the concession.

Zhang Yong got off the car leisurely.

Zhu Yuan looked around suspiciously. He didn't see any Japanese spies!

None of them seemed to be acting abnormally.

Zhang Yong took out a beautiful mirror case and deliberately held it in his hands. Then he slowly walked towards the crowd.

Suddenly, someone pushed aside the person next to them and fled desperately.

It was a young man.

'Chase!'

Zhu Yuan shouted anxiously.

He thought it was the Japanese spy.

He immediately led the men in pursuit. But Zhang Yong called him back.

'It's not him!'

Zhang Yong called from behind.

There's been a mistake. The Japanese spy is not this one. The Japanese spy is still in the crowd.

Zhu Yuan: ?

Not?

Then why is he running?

Which one is the Japanese spy? He's not running?

Angrily, he led the men back.

Zhang Yong stared at the direction the young man disappeared.

The young man had indeed disappeared. But the white dot was still there.

It's not that easy to run a straight line 350 metres.

Suddenly, Zhang Yong's mind lit up.

The map prompt said that he could mark a certain small white or red dot.

The number would be displayed directly.

It would then be automatically tracked.

Without thinking, Zhang Yong immediately marked the young man who had run away. This way, he would be able to identify him at a glance the next time they met.

How many marks?

Of course it was 1. He could now mark five targets at the same time. The numbers ranged from 1 to 5.

That was much easier.

Next time the young man appears in the vicinity, the map will indicate it, and he will know at a glance that this is the number 1, and he knows who it is.

In other words, there is no need to see the young man at all. As long as he enters the range of the map, he will know that he has appeared again.

Red dots are also fine. But there is no need for them for the time being.

The Japanese spy is right in front of him. Very calm. He even pretends to look back curiously at Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong comes near him. He raises his gun and points it at him.

Naturally, Zhu Yuan immediately understood, and immediately led his men up to subdue the target.

'Why are you arresting me?'

'Why are you arresting me?'

the target yelled angrily.

Zhang Yong came forward and patted him on the face, 'Where's the telescope?'

'What telescope? I don't know...'

'I know you're using an 8x scope. I can tell at a glance.'

'Nonsense, it's clearly a 16x...'

'16x? Oh, I'm sorry, I misjudged.'

'You...'

The Japanese spy slumped.

Oh no. He'd been caught.

He hadn't realised that he'd given himself away like that.

'I'm not lying to you!' Zhang Yong continued to pat the other person's face. "I've known you were a Japanese spy for a long time. Where are the binoculars?'

'I don't know," the Japanese spy stubbornly insisted. He seemed determined not to give in.

'Oh...' Zhang Yong waved his hands.

Two agents stepped forward, grabbed the Japanese spy and held him against the exhaust pipe of a car.

One of the agents gets into the car. Starts the car. Puts his foot on the accelerator.

'Boom...'

Black smoke billows out. It envelops the spy.

Zhu Yuan's eyes widen. He almost dares not look. The other policemen are also stunned.

My God!

What kind of punishment is this?

Pressing someone against the exhaust pipe, with their head blocked by the pipe?

And then the accelerator...

I dare not think about it!

I dare not think about it!

I shudder. Goosebumps appear on my back.

You can think of all kinds of vicious methods. This is going to kill him!

'Cough...

Cough...'

Sure enough, the Japanese spy quickly broke down.

He couldn't take it.

He really couldn't.

He felt like his head was going to roast.

'Are you willing to talk now?' Zhang Yong said lightly, 'Since I was able to catch you, it means I already know your situation...'

'I'll talk. I'll talk. I'll talk...' The Japanese spy was completely paralyzed.

It was terrible. He almost became a roast pig.

Really. His whole body was blackened. The collapse came as a complete surprise.

Before, he had thought about putting up a fight. He wasn't afraid of anything, from the tiger bench to the pepper spray to the electric chair. But who would have thought it would be the car exhaust pipe...

'Okay, you tell me, which secret service agency do you belong to?'

'The Mayflower Group.'

'What?'

'The Mayflower Group.'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong wrote down the name.

Surprise. It wasn't some secret agency? I thought it was the Maokawa Mansion or something.

'Mission.'

'We work exclusively for the British.'

'Just the British?'

'Yes.'

'Which secret agency do you belong to? The Maokawa Mansion? The Matsui Mansion? The Dan Mansion? The Tong Mansion?'

'None of the above. We report directly to Section 5 of the Home Base.'

'Section 5 of the Home Base?'

Zhang Yong remembered this name as well. It seems to have a lot of clout.

The Home Base. So it's not under the jurisdiction of any army? Even the Kwantung Army was under the jurisdiction of the Home Base. The Home Base was the highest command body of the Japanese army.

Section 5...

Is that a division?

'Who is your superior?'

'Harukichi Hyakutake.'

'Who?'

Zhang Yong was a little surprised.

He remembered the name. But it was not a deep memory.

In the end, he became a lieutenant general, didn't he?

'What else?'

'Our 5th Section is dedicated to the British. Code name Flower. 6th Section is dedicated to the Red Soviet Union. Code name Bear. 7th Section is dedicated to the United States. Code name Bull. 8th Section...'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong understood.

The Japanese invaders really had a lot of spy agencies.

There were even a few special sections set up in the headquarters alone. Even the Germans had one. Germany was 8th Section.

Judging from the arrangement of the spy agencies, the Japanese invaders were not lacking in ambition.

They have included several major countries in the world. Impressive. Greed knows no bounds!

The Mayflower, the British, that's interesting.

Next time I see Minister Anderson, I might be able to ask for a higher price.

I've uncovered a spy organisation that targets the British. How can you British not give me a little something in return?

What do you want?

I'm not asking for much. How about some Italian cannons?