Chapter 484: The Thief Can Blow

habitually waved his hand.

It turned out that his right hand could not move yet. He was depressed.

He had just embraced her with his left hand. In fact, he didn't have much strength. But she didn't resist strongly.

What does this mean?

It means that Lang has feelings for his concubine, and that she has feelings for him.

You have feelings for each other...

It's not like you're forcibly taking a woman from her people...

'You're not better yet?' Yan Ruzi frowned.

'It's only been three days,' Zhang Yong answered sulkily.

Tell me, what bullet wound can heal in three days?

Does he think he's a mythical beast?

Yan Ruzi carefully removed his bandages to examine the wound.

Then she took out a porcelain bottle from her bosom and picked out a bit of powder from it to apply to his wound. Then she carefully tied the bandages back up.

'You're not going to poison me, are you?' Zhang Yong said.

'Yes! I'll poison you right now!' Yan Ruzi gritted her teeth in anger.

This bastard, and she was actually forced to comply. Really.

Next time, if she really does sleep with him, she will definitely strangle him. Strangle him...

'Follow me.'

'Where?'

'To catch Kiplov.'

'Where is he?'

Yan Ruzi looked around blankly.

It was quiet, where was Chepelov?

Zhang Yong was talking nonsense again.

He really thinks he's a three-year-old girl.

By the way, she doesn't know where she heard it, but Zhang Yong also has another nickname, 'the thief who can brag'.

What does that mean? It means he talks nonsense.

Even the most talkative person in the world would be outclassed in Zhang Yong's presence.

Why?

Because Zhang Yong speaks with conviction.

It feels like he even believes it himself. No one can help but believe him. If you don't believe him, you might suffer.

The worst off are the Japanese.

Every time, they get fooled by this guy. They are completely confused.

But if you say he's just lying, it doesn't seem like it. The things he describes are right in front of you, and can be verified.

If he was just blowing smoke up people's asses, he definitely wouldn't have gone into such detail.

If it didn't happen, then he would be discredited, wouldn't he? So, I never believed him again?

"Are you sure you're going to find Chibrov?'

'Yes!'

'Are you sure he's nearby?'

'Yes!'

'I don't believe you.'

'Why?'

'How could you possibly know where Chibrov is? I don't even know.'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong didn't explain.

Because, the distance marked with the number one was getting closer and closer. It was just one street away.

He gave a quiet sign to the people behind him to hide.

Yan Ruzi couldn't help but be curious.

You can see that too? Is Chepelov really here?

I don't believe it...

I don't believe it...

However, after turning the corner of the street, she saw a group of white Russians.

Not just one.

A large group.

To be precise, there were a total of 19 of them.

All of them were walking.

None of them were driving.

One of them was Chepelov.

Yan Ruzi had been in Shanghai for many years and recognised what Kirov looked like back then.

He was secretly surprised.

Kirov had really appeared.

He was really here.

How did Zhang Yong know? And ambush in advance?

This ghost in the ground...

It's so strange...

He turned to look at Zhang Yong. He noticed that his face was expressionless.

Or was it a frown?

There were so many of them, and they were all carrying weapons. There were even Thompson submachine guns!

Zhang Yong quickly ducked his head.

Damn. What is the White Russian up to tonight?

Does he feel like killing?

This is exciting. But he dares not show himself.

Why? He only has a small team. Only a dozen men. He can't beat them. Not at all.

Those burly White Russians, like polar bears, can't be killed with pistol bullets. At least not with a Thompson submachine gun. Or a rifle. That would ensure death.

Rifles are available. Three British 77s. But obviously the firepower is insufficient. It is impossible to contain so many White Russians.

Unless it is a Garand M1 semi-automatic rifle. Then it is possible.

It was rash. Bringing too few people.

'Give me a gun,' Yan Ruizi suddenly said.

'Can you use it?' Zhang Yong was suspicious.

'Yes.'

'Okay!'

Zhang Yong handed her a Browning M1935 pistol. Brand new.

For a beautiful woman. Of course it has to be the best quality.

I hope she doesn't shoot herself.

As it turned out, this was impossible. She wouldn't kill herself now.

It wouldn't do her any good. Unless she wanted to die.

If she killed herself, the people around her would immediately turn her into a human pinata.

Why would she want to do that?

Instead, he would have to be careful when the two of them were sweet on each other in the future...

Don't let happiness bring sorrow...

'Where are they going?'

'Bamboo Garden,'

'How do you know?'

'I guessed,'

Zhang Yong replied casually.

He had indeed guessed. But as it turned out, it seemed like he had guessed correctly.

Chepolov was leading his men, as if they were really heading for Zhuyuan. They were heavily armed. It seemed like they were going to attack and take over Zhuyuan.

This guy, he's turning against his own people!

He had just fled with Wang Zhulin before. Now he's going to take over Wang Zhulin's lair?

No surprise...

Not at all...

These days, who has any true friends?

It's all about trading interests.

If you have money, you're brothers. If you don't have money, you're sworn brothers.

'You guessed it?'

'Yes. I also suspect that Kiplov may be trying to double-cross someone.'

'Who?'

'Probably Wang Zhulin.'

'Where is Wang Zhulin?'

'Probably in the Japanese concession.'

'Then...'

Yan Ruizhi felt a little confused.

In fact, she was a very clever woman.

Apart from being beaten up by Zhang Yong a few times, she had no other defeats.

She looked around quietly. There was no Kiplov at all. And there was no Wang Zhulin either. It was quiet all around. Not even a ghost was in sight.

You have to understand that it was already late at night. Ordinary people would have long since retreated.

Anyone who went out at this hour was not a normal person. Like Zhang Yong, for example.

And of course, she herself was also...

'Zhongyang!'

'Yes!'

'Call someone!'

'Call everyone from the coal company. And Tiger Ba!'

'Yes!'

Zhongyang immediately went.

Zhang Yong rubbed his hands together. He was ready to do some serious work.

The biggest problem with attacking Zhuyuan was that there was no way to get the door open. A direct assault was out of the question.

Purely light weapons would only cause a lot of casualties.

However, if Chepolov had a way to open the door, then he could go in and turn the place upside down. He happened to be outside with his men, waiting in ambush, while the grasshopper caught the cicada.

Anyway, she guessed she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. She would be busy until dawn.

'Follow me!'

'You...'

Yan Ruizhi had no choice but to follow.

As a result, she followed Zhang Yong around two streets and really saw Zhuyuan.

She also happened to see Kypov appear.

Her eyes suddenly became sharp. Her heart quietly stirred.

She liked capable men.

They didn't need to be handsome.

They needed to be capable. Capable of doing great things.

This Zhang Yong!

What a thief! A thief of hearts!

He actually guessed that Chepurov would come to Zhuyuan! And he even wanted to double-cross him.

However, at the moment, Chepurov didn't seem to be double-crossing anyone. He was very polite.

Because the distance was too far, it was impossible to see clearly what Chepurov was saying inside. However, the gate of Zhuyuan opened. A dozen White Russians entered in an orderly manner.

'Do it inside?'

'Definitely...'

Zhang Yong nodded.

Of course they're doing it inside!

Surprise attack. A hail of bullets...

'Da-da-da...'

'Da-da-da...'

Sure enough, the dull sound of gunfire came from inside the Bamboo Garden.

Zhang Yong knew the show was on when he heard this sound. It was the sound of a Thompson submachine gun.

The Chicago typewriter lived up to its name. The gunfire was also unique.

Yan Ruzi couldn't help but grip her pistol tightly.

It was really starting.

Chepolov had really moved against Bamboo Garden.

This owner of the Shanghai Bund's International Nightclub, a white Russian, was really reckless. He was going all out!

I don't think Wang Zhulin has reacted yet.

Since Wang Zhulin's men let Chepolov in after opening the door, they must not have been on their guard. Now that Chepolov has suddenly made a move, the outcome is already predetermined.

Suddenly, he looked at Zhang Yong. He gave a strange smile.

'What do you mean?' Zhang Yong frowned, "You're smiling so creepily.'

'I was thinking. After Chepolov takes over Zhuyuan, he will definitely announce to the world that it was you, Zhang Yong, who did it," Yan Ruizi said with a smile, "You really have a reputation!'

'I..." Zhang Yong gritted his teeth in anger.

He wanted to refute it. But in the end, he held back.

He couldn't refute it.

If it were him, he would do the same.

Who most wants Wang Zulin dead? It's none other than Zhang Yong.

If it was said that Zhang Yong attacked the bamboo garden, no one would doubt it. Zhang Yong is easily willing to take the blame.

He's angry.

He pulls her over.

He fondles her, taking real advantage...

Yan Ruzi: ...

You bastard!

Sooner or later I'll...

Suddenly, Zhang Yong feels her hands let go. It's back to normal.

It was her turn to grit her teeth. She clenched her lips hard. She reached out to strangle him. Bastard. I told you to behave yourself...

'Don't move!'

'Someone's coming out!'

Zhang Yong whispered.

Yan Ruzi hurriedly collected her scattered thoughts.

She looked up. Sure enough, she saw the bamboo garden wall and someone quietly climbing out.

These people are carrying large and small bundles on their backs. Needless to say, they are all preparing to run away. What's inside the bundles is definitely the wealth collected from inside the bamboo garden.

As soon as the gunshot rang, the people inside knew that trouble was coming. They definitely couldn't hold out. Others have come prepared.

Therefore, only fools would put up a stubborn resistance. Smart people would pack their valuables early and quietly climb over the wall to escape.

Open the door?

Of course it's impossible.

If you open the door, you will be discovered.

There may be enemies waiting outside. If you open the door, you'll be shot at. The safest way is to climb over the wall.

Use a ladder to climb to the top of the wall. Then carry the ladder over and leave it outside. Then climb down from the top of the wall.

It's a well-trodden path.

Who would have thought...

Someone was waiting just outside the wall.

As soon as he landed, he was held at gunpoint.

'You deal with it!'

'What?'

'The escapees, all their possessions are yours.'

'I'll go then!'

Yan Ruzi's face lit up.

This man seemed like he wouldn't lose out. He deserved it.

As for past grievances, of course they were all forgotten. As it turned out, working with him was the right thing to do.

Going against him would only cause her to lose more and more.

It seemed that a shrewd woman like her certainly knew best how to adapt to the situation.

'Go!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

Trust her? Of course not.

And she couldn't completely trust herself either. But it didn't matter. Interests were bound together.

Whether it was her, or any other woman, or him, they were all bound together by interests. As long as the interests of both sides were stable enough, the relationship would also be stable.

Who was it?

Xia Wanjun?

It should be the same.

He needed to bind her to him with interests too...

'Liuqi!'

'Everything is ready!'

'Good!'

Prepare to arrange someone to break in.

They will take advantage of Kirov's lack of preparation and attack.

However, just as Wu Liuki was about to make his move, suddenly, from the northwest, a large number of small dots appeared.

Five small red dots, with a total of 50 small dots. All of them had pistol symbols.

Zhang Yong hurriedly ordered everyone to remain in hiding.

Good stuff. Is Zhuyuan so popular tonight?

Kirov is here...

He's here himself...

A third wave?

When the people got close, Zhang Yong's heart pounded.

So many Tokarev pistols! Is that the so-called Blue Dragon Society?

Good grief!

Is it Hideki Tojo himself?

Yan Ruzi also sensed something was wrong. Hurriedly, she turned back. She nervously stared at the people coming after her.

'Who are they?'

'The Blue Dragon Society. Ever heard of it? It's led by Hideki Tojo.'

'They've also arrived in Tianjin?'

'Yes!'

'Ah...'

Yan Ruzi was quite shocked.

Apparently, she also knew that the Qinglong Society was something to be feared.

After all, it was personally organised by the Chief of Staff of the Kwantung Army Military Police Command. Behind it was the entire Kwantung Army. It was very powerful.

Apart from the Manchurian Railway, it is estimated that no other local group can compare with the Kwantung Army.

Among the Japanese army's troop formations, the Kwantung Army has always been a giant, and there is a danger that it will become too big for its own good. This caused headaches for the Japanese military.

The Battle of Nomonhan was the most typical manifestation of the Kanto Army's uncontrollability.

Later, Ueda Kenkichi was removed from office and replaced by Umezu Mitsujiro as commander of the Kwantung Army, and the situation improved slightly.

Of course, this was in the future.

The current Kwantung Army is strong and powerful, causing trouble everywhere.

When this so-called Seiryuukai arrived in Tientsin, it was only normal for them to directly participate in high-end games.

Who doesn't want Wang Zhulin's wealth?

Yuan Wenhui's goods had already been plundered, so Wang Zhulin was the big fat lamb left.

If they didn't strike soon, there wouldn't be anything left.

'Pop!'

'Pop!'

The men brought by Chepolov were no pushovers either. They immediately sensed that something was wrong. They decisively opened fire.

The Green Dragon Society came at them menacingly. They immediately returned fire.

The two sides exchanged fire near the entrance to the bamboo garden. The fighting was in full swing.

Zhang Yong: ...

Fight. Fight. The more intense the better.

When you are both exhausted and ready to die, I will go out and clean up the mess.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him.

Another red dot appeared behind him.

There was only one.

However, Zhang Yong sensed mortal danger.

It was a Japanese assassin.

They were here to cover the Green Dragon Society's operation.

Damn it!

The Japanese arranged everything so well!

They even arranged for assassins to provide cover! It would be difficult for him to muddle through.

'What's wrong?'

'There are Japanese assassins approaching. They're using rifles.'

'Where?'

'About 300 metres away. Southeast.'

'Can you see them?'

'No. I can smell them.'

'Huh...'

Yan Ruzi couldn't believe it.

Then she quietly bit her lip. She felt that he was lying again.

More than 300 metres away, he can smell the Japanese invaders? If I believe you, my son will have your surname...

Well, maybe he really is his son...

However, she could not possibly believe it.

No one believed in such supernatural things. The Japanese didn't believe it either.

'Liuqi!'

'Coming!'

'Get the rifle. Follow me!'

'Yes!'