Chapter 496, Today's Grievance, Today's Newspaper

The Japanese invaders want to kill him.

Zhang Yong's first reaction is that these crazy Japanese invaders are all coming at him.

There are so many Japanese invaders, and so many guns.

They are actually barging into the British concession. They have actually charged all the way to the docks.

He himself happens to be at the docks.

There is no doubt that the Japanese invaders' truck is coming right at him.

'Japanese invaders!'

'Block the intersection!'

'Shoot!'

Zhang Yong gave the order without hesitation.

The others immediately raised their guns. Aimed at the entrance.

Sure enough, a few moments later, a truck rushed in crazily. Although it was a truck, it felt as fierce as a tank.

On top of the truck, there were many iron plates hanging. It should have been specially welded on.

There were also iron plates on the bottom of the front of the truck. If you shoot from the front, you can't hit the tires. You can't stop the car from running all the way.

'Da-da-da...'

'Da-da-da...'

The Thompson submachine gun fires.

The bullets hit the top of the truck in a hail of fire. All of them hit. But it's useless.

They're all blocked by the thick steel plates.

Dense sparks fly up continuously.

'Pop!'

'Pop!'

There's rifle fire.

It's also accurate.

However, it's also useless. The bullets are also blocked.

The Japanese have welded thick steel plates together. Some may be over 30 mm thick. Most are over 10 mm thick.

Rifle bullets can penetrate 10 mm steel plates. But they need an angle.

If the angle is not right, if they are slightly tilted, they will be easily deflected. They have little effect on the people inside.

Bang!

Bang!

A very dull sound can be heard.

It is the sound of a rifle bullet hitting the steel plate. It is very shocking. Unfortunately, it has no practical effect.

This is an armoured truck.

It must be a perverted invention of the Japanese invaders. They turned the trucks into this.

The best weapon against such a truck is an RPG. No matter how thick the steel plate is, a rocket will send it flying.

Unfortunately, there isn't one.

Alas...

We can only watch as the armoured truck wreaks havoc.

Retreat quickly.

'Is this an armoured vehicle?' Yan Ruzi is also pale, muttering in shock.

Hurry and hide in the nearby building.

Screams of agony continue to come. People keep getting shot and falling.

They weren't members of the Fuxing Society.

They were coolies working around the docks. They were caught in the crossfire.

Zhang Yong's men had fought in many battles and, seeing the enemy's ferocity, immediately scattered to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

Unless the Japanese truck drove right into them, there were no casualties.

They were just crushed and unable to look up.

The Thompson submachine gun also fell silent.

The Japanese truck raced in. It was unstoppable.

Without thinking, Zhang Yong immediately turned around and ran. Not towards the inside. But towards the shore. Towards the boat.

The Japanese were coming in a rage, and they had no place to hide.

He was sure that the Japanese were targeting him.

If the Japanese found him, it would be bad. The Japanese would definitely do whatever it took to get rid of him.

No matter where he hid on the pier, the Japanese truck would charge at him.

The trucks are crazy and can crush him to pieces. Absolutely nothing will be left of him.

No place on the shore is safe.

Only the ship is safe.

The Japanese trucks cannot drive onto the ship. This is their biggest weakness.

'Pang!'

'Pang!'

The Japanese shoot frantically.

It is the 38 rifles firing. It is a bolt-action rifle.

The target of the shooting is not Zhang Yong. They have not yet found Zhang Yong. This is because Zhang Yong is mixed in with the coolies.

When the fierce gunfire started on the shore, the quick-witted coolies immediately dropped the goods they were carrying. They turned around and ran towards the boat. Zhang Yong happened to be among them. The Japanese soldiers were hiding behind the steel plates, and their line of sight was restricted, so they didn't see anything.

The process was a close call.

However, Zhang Yong dared not take anything for granted.

For him, as long as he didn't hold his fellow workers back, that was a victory.

As long as he wasn't in danger, the others could concentrate on shooting. They wouldn't be restricted.

'Da da da...'

'Da da da...'

Sure enough, the Thompson submachine gun began to fire.

Unfortunately, the bullets were still blocked by the steel plate. They were unable to exert their killing power.

At this time, some Japanese soldiers also saw Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong was wearing a Zhongshan suit.

He didn't change his clothes today.

'He's over there!'

'He's over there!'

Some Japanese soldiers yelled furiously.

Immediately, the modified truck swerved and charged menacingly towards Zhang Yong.

Just then, Zhang Yong successfully finished walking across the plank. He arrived at the top of the cargo ship. He looked down. He simply walked into the cabin.

He was safe.

Why?

No matter how powerful the Japanese truck was, it couldn't reach the ship.

The dock was connected to the cargo ship by a plank bridge. Only people or simple wheelbarrows could cross it.

Cars could not come up.

Not to mention trucks.

And it was a modified truck.

The only result of continuing to charge forward would be to plunge headlong into the water.

It was tantamount to suicide.

Sure enough, the Japanese truck charged menacingly towards the shore. It had to slam on the brakes. It almost fell into the sea.

The truck could not get on board.

It was impossible to drive on the planks. There were no such conditions.

It could only be done on foot.

Immediately, the Japanese jumped off the truck. They tried to rush on board to capture Zhang Yong.

'Pop!'

There was a sudden gunshot.

The Japanese soldier who was in the lead fell over.

Then he plunged into the water.

'Plop!'

'Splash...'

A series of splashes was created.

This immediately attracted more attention.

Yan Ruzi also hurriedly and closely observed this side. She did not see Zhang Yong running onto the cargo ship.

'Pop!'

There was another gunshot.

The second Japanese soldier who rushed onto the plank bridge was also easily killed.

'Plop!'

'Splash...'

The Japanese soldier fell into the water at an angle, sending up a series of splashes.

Yan Ruzi immediately understood. The Japanese soldiers were chasing Zhang Yong. Zhang Yong must have run to the ship. The Japanese soldiers' trucks could not charge up, so they had to take the most primitive method of walking. They were too busy catching Zhang Yong to stop the Fuxing Society people from sniping.

'Pop!'

Another Japanese soldier is killed.

Three Japanese soldiers who fell off the truck and tried to rush up to the freighter to catch people all died.

Who fired the shots?

It's not clear.

But it must have been someone from the Fuxing Society's secret service.

Zhang Yong is calm.

Now, it's the turn of the Japanese invaders to be passive.

If they want to get on the ship, they can only do so on foot. But they will be shot with rifles.

Zhang Yong leads three small teams. Each team has three Yingqiqi rifles. That's nine in total. That's nine sharpshooters.

As soon as the Japanese get out of the trucks, they'll be shot.

Is it dangerous?

Actually, no.

Zhang Yong is on the freighter, but he still has the time to stick his head out and wave at the Japanese.

What if the Japanese shoot him in the back?

Haha, then...

It's all over.

However, this is where his value lies.

He deliberately provokes the Japanese. Then he lets the Japanese send their heads. He lets the Japanese rush out.

As it turned out, the Japanese were indeed very crazy.

Zhang Yong was right in front of him.

With a little effort, he could finish the other guy off.

Even if there was only one Japanese left, he would still be very crazy. He would also come out without hesitation.

Sure enough...

Three more Japanese rushed out of the truck.

They frantically stepped onto the plank bridge. Trying to rush up to the cargo ship. The distance between them and the cargo ship was only 50 metres.

Fifty metres. If they were fast, they could rush across in just ten seconds.

The Japanese felt that they were close.

However...

'Pop!'

'Pop!'

There was a continuous gunfire.

One Japanese soldier was killed. He fell into the water.

Another Japanese soldier was shot. He fell into the water.

The third Japanese soldier was killed...

'Plop!'

'Plop!'

'Plop!'

The three Japanese soldiers fell backwards into the water, sending up a series of splashes.

Soon, the wooden bridge was calm again. There was no one left. All the Japanese soldiers who tried to charge were killed.

Nine British 77 rifles.

Nine sharpshooters.

Enough to serve all the Japanese soldiers. As long as they came out, they would die.

There were still three Japanese soldiers.

The map showed that there were still three small red dots in the truck.

However, these three Japanese soldiers seemed to be hesitating and refused to come out by hiding inside the truck.

Zhang Yong then poked his head out.

He gives the Japanese a middle finger, without any hesitation.

Do the Japanese understand the meaning of this gesture?

I don't think so.

But they can guess.

And sure enough...

A moment later, the last three Japanese soldiers rush out together.

They really couldn't resist Zhang Yong's provocation. They subconsciously feel that Zhang Yong's middle finger is the greatest insult to them.

'Baka!'

'Saiji!'

'Kill the Japanese!'

The last three Japanese soldiers charged madly.

They exerted every ounce of strength they had, trying to cross the wooden bridge as quickly as possible. Then rush to the cargo ship.

As long as they rushed to the cargo ship, they would have a chance to kill Zhang Yong.

They would be able to bring honour to their ancestors...

They would be able to repay the country seven lives...

They would be able to receive the emperor's imperial decree...

However...

'Pop!'

'Pop!'

The Fuxing Society sharpshooters, who had been lying in wait nearby, also opened fire as quickly as they could.

The Japanese invaders focused all their attention on Zhang Yong. They were oblivious to everything else. They had no time to care about anything else. This allowed the other members of the Fuxing Society to fire without any hesitation. They didn't have to worry about anything. Someone arrived with a rifle in hand, less than 80 metres from the wooden plank bridge.

With their marksmanship, they could hit the target with their eyes closed at a distance of 80 metres!

Zhongyang and Wuliuqi weren't actually very good shots.

They weren't good with rifles.

However, at a distance of 80 metres, they could also achieve 100% accuracy.

Because this is basic skill!

If you can't shoot accurately at a distance of 100 metres, you will be eliminated long ago.

'Paf!'

'Paf!'

One Japanese soldier falls.

Two Japanese soldiers fall.

Three Japanese soldiers fall.

Without a doubt...

Without exception...

Oh, there is an exception.

Only two Japanese soldiers fell into the water. One Japanese soldier fell directly onto the wooden bridge. He didn't fall into the water.

The result...

'Pop!'

'Pop!'

The corpse was shot again and again.

Zhongyang was worried that this Japanese soldier was not dead, so he personally added two shots.

Together with the additional shots from the others, this Japanese soldier was shot at least ten times.

Finally...

Zhongyang was convinced that the last Japanese soldier was killed.

Yan Ruzi hurriedly ran up to the boat. She looked everywhere for Zhang Yong. She found that Zhang Yong was fine.

Not even a hair had fallen off.

He had even found a rattan chair and was sitting comfortably in it.

He was crossing his legs.

Unfortunately, there was no wine glass. There were also no sunglasses.

The pose was not in place...

'Your escape skills are really good,' she said angrily. She couldn't stand the way Zhang Yong looked so carefree.

She didn't mean to be sarcastic.

She just wanted to give him a hard time. She thought this guy was really unconventional.

At least the Japanese invaders were crazy enough to try to assassinate you. You should at least act like it. Act a little bit panicked.

What's the deal with you sitting in a rattan chair, basking in the sun, with your legs crossed? Do you need sunglasses too?

That's going too far...

You don't take the Japanese invaders seriously.

I guess those Japanese invaders who were killed couldn't rest in peace.

What kind of opponent did they encounter?

However, Zhang Yong is indeed very different.

When he encounters an enemy, he decisively turns around and flees for his life. It feels very cowardly.

He is defenceless.

However, it is precisely this kind of guy who has caused the Japanese unparalleled damage.

It drove the Japanese crazy.

Sending people out to launch such a crazy assassination, and still inside the British concession. This shows that the Japanese invaders were already desperate, determined to do whatever it took to get rid of Zhang Yong. They absolutely could not let him live until tomorrow. Apart from Zhang Yong, it seems like she doesn't know of a second person who has received such treatment.

'Thank you!' Zhang Yong's expression did not change.

Run away?

Actually, I don't want to!

I want to fight back fiercely too! I want to fight ten of them!

But I don't have that kind of ability, do I?

He can't even defeat a single Japanese soldier. This is the only choice he has.

If he were Yan Shuangying, he would have already killed the other guy with one hand. The problem is, he isn't. So he has to be sensible.

When in danger, he must immediately employ all 36 stratagems and escape.

As long as he is safe,

'Captain!'

'Captain!'

Zhong Yang and Wu Liuqi rushed up.

They didn't feel that Zhang Yong had done anything wrong in the slightest.

On the contrary, Zhang Yong's decisive run to the boat rendered the Japanese truck useless.

The Japanese were forced to get out of the truck, and were then killed one after the other. It was definitely the most trouble-free and correct way to handle the situation.

The Japanese relied on that modified truck. Without the cover of that truck, individual Japanese soldiers would be dead meat if they came out.

As it turned out, as soon as the Japanese came out, they were immediately killed.

They wouldn't last ten seconds.

'I'm fine,' Zhang Yong replied.

He asked about the casualties of the others.

Unfortunately, three people were injured. The injuries were quite serious. They needed to be taken to the hospital immediately.

Without saying a word, he immediately paid the money and sent them directly to the Elisabeth Hospital.

Coincidentally, the Elisabeth Hospital was inside the British concession. It was very close. It could be reached in a few minutes.

Last time, Chen Gongshu was also treated at the Elisabeth Hospital when he was injured.

'The Japanese are crazy. They are determined to get rid of you.'

'It's no big deal,'

Zhang Yong replied lightly.

The more crazy the Japanese invaders are, the greater the threat they pose.

Toiihara Kenji...

Haha, is that the best they can do? I despise him.

I really want to say something like what Broken-Flow Big Brother said. I'm not targeting any particular Japanese invader, I'm targeting all of them. You're all rubbish...

While they were talking, Zhu Yuan arrived with the police.

How could he miss something so big happening at the docks?

It just took a little time to mobilise the men.

The Japanese invaders were coming in a rage, so it was useless for him to mobilise the men, even if he was close by!

"Shaolong...'

'I'm fine. You can have this truck.'

'No. What do I want with a Japanese truck? If you don't want it, I'll just push it into the sea.'

'Okay, if you don't want it, I'll take it.'

'Go ahead!'

'Okay!'

Zhang Yong then sent someone up to start the truck.

It was found to be still drivable. There were basically no injuries.

The bullets had missed the tyres. Too late.

A closer look at the steel plate outside revealed that the Japanese were really meticulous at times. The angle of protection of the steel plate was very good.

The only drawback was that it caused the truck's own weight to increase significantly. Fuel consumption skyrocketed.

Of course, if you could get rid of the Japanese invaders, it would not be a problem.

The truck was inspected. Several Type 44 submachine guns and some bullets were found. Not much value.

Before, these guns were quite rare. Now they're everywhere. They could all be used to equip Li Yunlong's cavalry company. But Zhang Yong doesn't have that many people. He can only take them back for now. Just in case.

Zhang Yong finds a telephone.

He dials the number of Toiihara Kenji. Maybe he's listening.

'Hello?'

Unfortunately, it's not Toiihara's voice that comes over the phone.

This phone has been compromised. Toiihara can't continue to use it personally. He must have arranged for someone else to answer it.

'This is Zhang Yong!'

'Please tell Toihara for me. If you don't return the favour, it's not polite.'

'I was attacked at the British concession pier. I'm very badly injured. I'm going to die soon. But I want to tell him that as long as I'm alive, I'll be after his life.'

He hangs up the phone.

Toihara Kenji is actually listening on the other end.

There is another playback device.

Zhang Yong is injured?

Is that true? Is he seriously injured?

Is he going to die soon?

Somehow, Toi-Hara had a bad feeling.

Damn it...

Maybe Zhang Yong wasn't even injured.

The attack had failed. Zhang Yong would probably retaliate furiously.

What a headache.

How would he retaliate?

Where would he retaliate?

Baka...

'Shaolong, are you okay?'

'I'm fine.'

Zhang Yong shook his head.

What could possibly be wrong with me? I'm perfectly fine.

But I really was injured. I need to retaliate. What's the saying? An eye for an eye.

No need for an eye for an eye. An eye for an eye today.

Call Cao Mengqi.

We have work to do.

What work?

'Where are we going?' Cao Mengqi asked.

'The Jinkin Bank,' Zhang Yong replied calmly.

Cao Mengqi's eyes lit up.

Wave your hand.

Act now.