Chapter 481: Injection
'Do you think I'm not as good as them?'
However, Catherine seemed to have long since penetrated Zhang Yong's thoughts.
The corner of her mouth slightly lifted upwards. She gave a look that said, 'I understand.' However, she did not leave. Deliberately.
'You can only look, not eat!' Zhang Yong bluntly replied.
'You can eat it! It's £1,000 each time!' Catherine said with a smile.
Zhang Yong turned around and walked away.
As if you were studded with diamonds?
£1,000!
At this moment, a white dot with a number mark entered the edge of the map.
Number 1!
Chepelov!
Zhang Yong's eyebrows suddenly lifted.
This guy actually came?
Haha!
God is really helping me!
There's a reward of $100,000! Make sure he dies!
If you don't want to die, then give me $100,000.
That's buying your life!
The fat lamb is here. His face suddenly lights up.
'Zhang, what are you sneering at?' Katherine actually knows a little Chinese.
'Nothing. I'll smile in my grave,' Zhang Yong replies.
'Zhang, are you thinking of something that will cause great sorrow?'
'Of course not. I'm thinking of inviting someone into a boiling pot.'
'Where is the lamb to be slaughtered?'
'Outside.'
Zhang Yong silently monitored Chebotov's movements.
Judging from the speed of his movements, he had arrived by car. There were only seven people in front, behind, and to the left and right of him. It could be said that he had come with a small entourage.
After all, he had died once before, so it would be bad to attract too much attention.
Strange, why did this guy fake his death? It could be said that it had nothing to do with him.
Chebotov had no need to fake his death to deal with him.
Or maybe he set it up to frame himself.
There was no need for that. There must be another reason.
He just happened to be there and Chepelov used him as a scapegoat. It wasn't personal.
I can't understand it.
Fortunately, it doesn't matter. The mystery will soon be solved.
If we catch Chepelov, we'll find out the answer. No one can keep quiet under a sledgehammer.
Prepare in secret.
Lure him into the trap.
However, just as Zhang Yong continued to be elated, the map showed that Chepolov suddenly turned around and quickly went away again.
What's going on?
Why did he go back? And why did he run so fast?
Something's fishy...
Zhang Yong hurriedly rushed to the door.
In the end, he didn't see Chepolov. Judging from the distance, the other party was still outside the concession.
Although the distance in a straight line had already reached 350 metres, he had not actually entered the British concession. It was also unlikely that he had noticed the ambush.
Something must have happened for him to have returned.
So...
Zhang Yong's first reaction was to continue with the ambush.
Apart from the five people who had entered the hotel, everyone else was scattered in the surrounding streets. Once Chepolov approached, they would strike.
But then he thought about it and gave up.
He couldn't use a gun.
This is the British concession. The other party is a White Russian.
What can I say? If this thing gets out of hand, it may go to Chiang Kai-shek.
Right now, Chiang Kai-shek treats any foreigner as a guest. Including the Japanese envoy. Without asking any questions, he will first beat his own people with a thirty-liang stick.
Therefore, the arrest cannot be made openly. It will cause trouble for me.
It can only be done secretly.
Secretly arrest Kirov. Or kill him.
Well, the latter cannot be done inside the British concession. It will put pressure on Anderson. It is not conducive to future cooperation.
But there is no problem outside the concession.
Anyway, Tianjin is in chaos with the soldiers running away. With all kinds of people stirring up trouble, what's strange about the death of a white Russian?
After eliminating the other party, you can even frame it on the Japanese.
No problem.
Kiprov was killed by the Japanese.
As long as the waters are muddied, no one will know the truth. And even if they do, there will be no evidence.
When Zhang Yong does something, does he ever leave evidence behind?
Haha!
He re-enters the hotel, goes to Lin Beiqiu's side, and whispers, 'I'm going to go do some things outside the concession. You continue investigating here.'
'Okay!' Lin Beiqiu nods.
Zhang Yong tells Catherine to stay as well.
What they're about to do is all underhand. Definitely no photos!
If the photos were published, they would be damning evidence. They would prove that it was Zhang Yong who did it. Wouldn't that be like shooting oneself in the foot?
Arrangements were made. The people were taken out of the concession. An attempt was made to track down Chepelov's whereabouts.
Chepelov had been marked. If he appeared within the range of the map, he would definitely be marked. The key was to know roughly where he was.
After all, a radius of 350 metres was not actually very wide.
The length of a standard sports field is about 75 metres. That's about the length of five sports fields.
He drove around silently, searching with his men.
In the end, he didn't find Marker 1, but he did find Marker 2.
Who is Marker 2? Su Youxi.
She's that overly pretty schoolgirl. She's actually nearby?
He studied the map. He realised that this wasn't the vicinity of Nankai University. Strange. Does she live around here? Or did she come out with her classmates again?
That's dangerous, young lady.
You're so pretty, you're a real temptress.
Not to mention me, Zhang Yong. Even the average rascal is likely to have impure thoughts about you.
In the modern era, that's three years in prison. I don't care.
Look at the time. 5pm.
Look at the sky. Dusk is approaching.
Haha. Another day of doing nothing. It seems like I've done nothing.
Recently, life seems to be relatively uneventful. There haven't been any major incidents.
The calm before the storm...
He drives past quietly.
He passes by Su Youxi.
He is surprised to find that she is actually alone. Standing alone at an intersection.
Is she waiting for someone?
At the intersection?
Zhang Yong silently parks his car a few dozen metres away. He stares at her from behind.
Is it a fluttering feeling? Of course not. It is purely a sense of possessiveness and control over beauty. He wants to get the other person. But he has not yet degenerated to the point of being an animal.
In any case, robbing a girl from her family is a very serious crime.
If it happened on the Red Party side, it could result in a firing squad. Even if it happened on the Green Party side, there would still be consequences.
Suddenly, a small dot caught Zhang Yong's attention.
It looked like a girl. She was quite pretty. She was wearing a scarf and a plaid coat.
It looked like she was a nice girl from a good family.
The two of them were talking. Then they walked off together, very intimately.
Zhang Yong did not follow.
There was no need to. It was enough to observe the marked movements.
Mark 2 walked along the street southwards for about 100 metres and then stopped.
Only then did Zhang Yong drive slowly by. Pretending to pass by.
He noticed that it was a small Western-style building.
There was no one else inside. Just two small dots. One of them was Su Yuxi.
Looking around, he memorised the house number: 74 Guoyuan Street.
Then he continued driving, searching in circles.
Night fell, and it gradually grew dark, but they never found it.
Never mind, that's enough work for today.
There's no need to work overtime.
It's not a big deal.
Call it a day.
Get ready to go back to the concession and meet Lin Beiqiu.
Drive by No. 74, Guoyuan Street. See if Su Youxi has left. She's not going to stay the night, is she?
As it turned out, just as they got close, they noticed something was wrong.
Just as it happened, a car came from the front. There were four people in the car. They weren't red dots. So, they weren't Japanese. However, they were all carrying weapons.
The map showed that all four of them had weapon markers.
Zhang Yong's heart suddenly tightened.
Are they going to 74 Orchard Street?
Are they trying to arrest Su Yuqi?
Shit...
They're going to do something to Su Yuqi.
Most of these people are the minions of the Japanese invaders. Maybe they smelled something.
'Zhongyang!'
'Here!'
'Liuqi!'
'Here!'
'Stop that car!'
'If anyone inside resists, shoot to kill.'
Zhang Yong gave the order decisively.
Damn. I've been feeling a bit down today.
When I ran into those big, burly White Russians, I had no choice but to hand over the 20 pounds.
I wanted to vent my anger on Chibrov, but I couldn't find him.
What a waste.
Now I have to let off some steam.
Whoever you are, if I bump into you, you're dead!
'Squeak!'
'Squeak!'
A harsh brake squeal.
Then the sound of banging. The target car is blocked.
Wu Liuji, this roughneck, doesn't even get out of the car. He just drives the target car into the side. Then he surrounds it.
Zhang Yong: ...
Oh dear. Repairs are expensive.
If I don't get anything today, I'll be in big trouble.
'Don't move!'
'Don't move!'
The men quickly get out of the car. They surround the car.
The person in the targeted car seems to have been knocked unconscious by the crash. They haven't reacted yet.
'Bang!'
'Bang!'
The window is smashed.
A real sledgehammer is used. It packs a real punch.
It seems that bullet-proof glass doesn't exist these days. Even if it did, it's not something that ordinary people can afford. So a sledgehammer definitely works.
The window is smashed. The muzzle is thrust in. No one resists anymore.
Resistance means death.
It's a direct hit.
Suddenly...
Zhang Yong's eyes flicker, and he sees that one of the police academy students is still holding a grenade.
He is suddenly shocked.
He almost lets out a cry. Don't! Don't throw the grenade!
There's only one car. Why are you throwing grenades? Do you want to blow up the car, everyone in it, and everything else?
Hey, hey, hey, calm down, calm down...
There's no need to use grenades in this situation. Really. Put them away. Hurry up...
'Get out!'
'One by one!'
'Don't move!'
Wu Liuqi shouted.
In fact, the people inside could hardly move.
They were caught off guard and knocked unconscious. They hadn't even reacted yet.
It was all a matter of pure chance.
They never expected to be attacked on the road.
The car door was pried open.
The people inside were pulled out one after the other.
Weapons were taken away first. Then they were handcuffed. Finally, they were tied up in all directions. To make sure there were no loose ends.
'Huh?'
Zhang Yong's eyes suddenly lit up.
He had seen a rather rare pistol.
A Walther PPK?
No.
A Tokarev pistol? Was that the name?
It was the predecessor of the Walther PPK. It was made in Soviet Russia. There was a five-pointed star on the pistol grip. That was why it was also called the Big Black Star.
Zhang Yong was puzzled.
At the same time, he was a little surprised.
A pistol made in Soviet Russia? Were they the Cheka?
The secret police?
That would be new.
But then he thought it was impossible.
The Red Soviet Union would not get involved in such a complicated situation.
He picked up a Big Black Star pistol and studied it.
In fact, this Tokarev pistol uses the same bullets as the submachine gun.
The numbers are 7.63 mm and 7.62 mm. It's just a difference. The length of the cartridge case of the Browning is 19 mm, and the cartridge of the submachine gun is 25 mm. That's 6 mm longer. That means more propellant can be loaded. That means more power. So, the power of the Big Black Star pistol is indeed greater than that of the Browning.
Especially the penetration power. It's very strong. So it's not suitable for police use.
Holding the Big Black Star pistol, he searched every corner of the car carefully. As a result, no money was found. Instead, they found a medical kit.
A very professional one. It was white. Made of aluminium. Inside were syringes. And injections.
The top of the injections were written in German. Zhang Yong couldn't read it. Neither could anyone else.
However, it didn't feel like anything good.
Study it carefully. Smell it carefully. Can't smell anything. The glass bottle is sealed very well.
The liquid is clear and colourless. It doesn't have any smell. It doesn't have any sediment either.
Well...
It's hard to tell what it is.
I guess you need to wake someone up to find out.
'Take it away!'