Chapter 511: A master suddenly appears

'Come back!'

'Come back!'

Zhang Yong shouted.

Everyone ran away. It's not worth the effort. Small fry.

The main reason is that the terrain on this side is unfamiliar to Wu Liuji and the others, which could easily lead to casualties.

He still really likes to have zero casualties.

Unfortunately, there is no modifier. He cannot lock the life of characters.

Otherwise, he would have locked the lives of everyone under his command. Not a single one of them would die.

They would all live to see the victory of the Resistance.

They would all live to see the day when the Class A war criminals were hanged.

He would even personally hang those Japanese war criminals.

The Class A war criminals were not up to the Fuxing Society to dispose of, but the Class B and Class C ones definitely were!

It seems that not many Class B and Class C war criminals in history were executed. How can this be? They must all be captured. At least we need 100,000.

Then we'll execute them all.

Hanging is too much trouble. Execution is quicker.

It's a waste of a bullet. We'll send them all to the Yasukuni Shrine.

If we're going, we'll send you there.

As you wish!

Bah!

'Arrest them! Arrest them!' Bob shouted in broken Chinese.

'Arrest, arrest, arrest...' Chen Hongyu also pretended to shout, 'If they really are Japanese, we must arrest them.'

'Right,' Bob responded.

Chen Hongyu's words had reminded him. It had to be a real Japanese person!

If it was a fake, then it wasn't worth the trouble.

He had his doubts. Could Zhang Yong really be that accurate? Could he tell who was Japanese at a glance?

Was it really that amazing?

'Let's go together!' Zhang Yong said lightly.

'Good! Let's go!' Pearson spoke.

The others immediately shut up.

They all followed Zhang Yong and walked along the road.

Everyone looked at each other.

Where were they going?

Where were the Japanese?

'Come out!' Zhang Yong suddenly said.

Everyone was puzzled.

What was going on? Who was he talking to?

'If you don't come out, I'll throw a grenade,' Zhang Yong shouted coldly.

Everyone looked in the direction Zhang Yong was looking.

There were many messy shacks next to them. They were all temporary structures.

The function of these shacks was actually to store tools. They could also be used to live in if necessary.

If there were too many workers and there were not enough houses to go round, then they had to live in the shacks.

The shacks were very messy and full of cobwebs.

It looked like there was no one there.

It seemed that someone had searched there before.

Just as they were wondering, someone suddenly appeared from the side of the shack.

Very fast.

Very agile.

Zhang Yong did not move. Neither did the others.

They let everyone see clearly. Yes. It was the same worker as before.

'Get him!'

'Get him!'

Pearson and Bob cried out again at the same time.

They recognised him too. It was him. Very suspicious. They thought he had disappeared. They didn't realise he was hiding here.

It was also very lucky. How did Zhang Yong find him? They didn't feel a thing!

The Japanese spy ran very fast and soon disappeared again into the complex terrain.

Faker!

Faker!

Bob was furious.

He knew the other person was a Japanese spy, but he didn't catch him!

Seeing Zhang Yong's indifference, he couldn't help but fly into a rage, 'Why didn't you chase him?'

'He can't escape,' Zhang Yong said lightly, 'We are not familiar with the terrain, and if we rashly chase after him, we will easily suffer. Since I have already identified the target, how come you still can't catch him?'

'Faker!' Over there, Pearson was angry, 'Send the mine protection team to catch him! Hurry!'

He wasn't angry at Zhang Yong.

He was angry with the commanders of the mine protection team.

They were just standing there!

Zhang Yong was right. The man had been identified, but they couldn't catch him?

That was definitely not Zhang Yong's problem, it was the mine protection team's own problem!

'Yes!'

'Go after him!'

The mine protection team no longer dared to be negligent, and hurriedly sent someone to chase after him.

At the same time, the information about the worker was also retrieved. The information was compared and distributed, and the man was definitely to be found.

'Dudu!'

'To-to!'

The shrill whistle sounded continuously.

This was typical of the British. They loved to whistle. And so did the mine.

As the whistle sounded, the atmosphere at the mine became tense.

Zhang Yong remained calm.

'Mr General Manager, please send another team.'

'Why?'

'I've discovered other Japanese spies. We can catch them at the same time.'

'Who? Where?'

Bob hurriedly looked around. But he found nothing.

There were indeed a lot of people around. But none of them looked like spies! They were all honest people.

'Over there,' Zhang Yong pointed to a coal pile in the distance.

On top of the coal pile stood four workers watching the fun. They were all dressed as Chinese people.

Because of the distance, they didn't notice Zhang Yong's gestures or words. They were still quietly watching the fun.

'Which one?'

'All four.'

'What?'

'I said, all four are spies.'

'Ah...'

Bob was stunned.

Four Japanese spies? How was that possible?

Were there really so many Japanese around him?

Fak!

'No way...' Chen Hongyu muttered to himself.

He couldn't believe it.

It was unbelievable.

Were those four really Japanese?

He was stunned. He had no idea himself! He hadn't noticed either.

How did Zhang Yong figure it out?

And if those four were Japanese, how did they get together?

Hagah!

Are these guys looking for death? They don't know how to hide themselves! They deserve to get caught!

'Get them!'

'Arrest them all!'

Pearson is still very decisive. He shouts continuously.

His red nose becomes very red. It looks as if it is about to bleed. He is obviously very annoyed.

Four Japanese spies!

Not one!

Damn it!

There are actually four Japanese spies standing on top of the coal pile watching the fun!

No wonder there have been so many accidents at the mine recently. It turns out that the Japanese spies have formed a nest. How could there not be trouble with these nests of Japanese spies!

Furious.

The redness of his nose becomes even more pronounced.

'Go!'

'Go!'

The mine protection team rushes up.

The four Japanese spies realise something is wrong and immediately turn and run.

'Chase!'

'Chase!'

Bob is anxious and angry.

He chased after them himself.

He was actually in charge of the specific affairs of the mine.

The coal mine's production had been disrupted time and time again, so Bob's inner anger was imaginable. Unfortunately, he didn't know who to vent it at before.

Now that he knows who it is, how can he let him go? He swore that once he catches the other person, he will definitely hang him.

'You go too!'

Zhang Yong suddenly said to Chen Hongyu.

Chen Hongyu: ???

What? You want me to go?

'Go!' Pearson interjected.

'Yes,' Chen Hongyu hurriedly followed.

He secretly resented.

What did this Zhang Yong want with him?

I haven't offended you...

'Captain Zhang, please!' Pearson came to Zhang Yong.

Reached out his hand. Embraced.

This was the true etiquette. It showed that he had accepted Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong had just arrived and already caught several bandits and pointed out five Japanese spies. Pearson sincerely admired Zhang Yong's amazing abilities.

With Zhang Yong here, the safety of the Kailuan coal mine is definitely not a problem.

Damn the Japanese. We must catch them all. And then punish them severely!

The British will not be polite.

Back in the day, when British pirates were running rampant, what crimes had they not committed?

Forgiveness?

That's impossible!

The British even sent their own king to the guillotine, so how could they forgive others?

'Please!'

'Please!'

The coffee is here.

The snacks are here.

Zhang Yong then understood that he had finally gained some status.

The other British people no longer looked at him with such contempt. After all, as a Chinese, he was useful to them.

Well, just that.

Just because he was 'useful' to them.

If at some point he was no longer useful, he would be kicked out immediately. No mercy.

Therefore...

There will never be an end to the arrests of Japanese spies.

Once the arrests are over, I will no longer be useful.

Therefore...

Take your time.

Take them one by one.

Don't catch them too quickly.

Ask for something in return for each one you catch. Ask for something in return for each one you catch.

Only what goes into your pocket is truly yours. Any promises made verbally are not worth the paper they are written on.

When it comes to benefits, the British are definitely not gentlemen.

Minister Anderson's promises are not set in stone. They may not be implemented. Or they may be revoked at any time.

So

dig as much as you can. Dig as much as you can.

The British have been powerful for two hundred years, colonising the world and accumulating so much wealth. How can they live up to their reputation for being money-grubbing if they don't try to get a little out of this?

Deep down, they are insatiably greedy, but on the surface they remain calm and collected.

English, I can speak a little. At first I stuttered a bit, but soon I became fluent.

Even if I don't speak very well, Pearson will listen patiently. After all, this Chinese person is very useful. Close communication is needed. Zhang Yong is very important for the safety of the mining area.

It turns out that as long as the other person is patient and listens, even if they only have a level 4 in English, they can communicate perfectly.

Mei Lu stands nearby, listening quietly, without the need for translation.

If Pearson notices that Zhang Yong may not understand, he will repeat himself. And speak more slowly. Until Zhang Yong understands.

'Yes. The office,' Zhang Yong makes it clear, 'Mei Lu, is my office director. You can contact her with any matters. She is my woman, and I trust her.'

'Zhang, you are truly amazing. A pretty girl like that is willing to be your mistress.' Pearson said with a smile, "Then it's settled. A monthly allowance of 500 pounds. I'll pay monthly. But you must ensure that there is no more trouble in my mining area. Ensure that production can proceed normally.'

'Of course," Zhang Yong answered affirmatively, 'My specialty is catching Japanese spies.'

'If the mine protection team doesn't catch...'

'Report!'

Suddenly, someone came in. Pearson's speech was interrupted.

The person who came in seemed to be from the mine protection team. It seemed to be the deputy team leader?

'Did you catch anyone?'

'No. They don't know where to hide.'

'Damn it! Haven't you already identified them? Why can't you catch them?'

'We...'

The head of the mine protection team looked scared.

They really did their best. But they really couldn't find them.

The terrain of the mine was so complicated, with so many caves, and they could hide in any of them, making it difficult for others to find them.

But he also knew that it was useless to say anything.

The more he said, the worse he would be scolded.

The British always wanted results, not processes.

Zhang Yong calmly took over the conversation, 'Mr. General Manager, since it is a Japanese spy, we should handle it.'

'That would be best!' Pearson's tone of voice eased.

'However, I don't have a rifle with me. So I need a team of about ten people. Under the command of our office. Armed with Enfield rifles. And issued with enough bullets.'

'No problem!'

Pearson agreed nonchalantly.

Ten people. Ten guns. A few hundred rounds of ammunition. No big deal. No problem at all.

Even if there were fifty people and fifty guns, it would be no problem.

As long as all the potential problems could be eliminated, weapons and ammunition would definitely not be a problem. They had plenty of rifles and bullets in stock.

The British Empire stored large quantities of weapons and ammunition in its overseas colonies. Heavy weapons might not be enough. But light weapons were not a problem at all. Light weapons were worthless.

'Zhang!'

'Zhang!'

Suddenly, someone outside shouted excitedly.

Zhang Yong recognised the voice as Dickens'. Oh. This guy has returned to the mining area.

To be honest, this guy is really gutsy! He dares to sell Italian cannons! The adventurous British blood in him hasn't been completely lost...

Sure enough, Dickens rushed in. The others didn't find it strange either.

After all, everyone there knew that the guy's father was a member of the British House of Lords, which was pretty awesome, and his uncle was a senior executive at the East India Company.

It was easy to imagine that the guy's Italian cannons had definitely been obtained from the East India Company.

This East India Company was so huge that it did all kinds of business. It also sold arms. 75mm mountain guns were also among their business items.

'Zhang, it's great that you're here,' Dickens said, showing great enthusiasm.

In addition to saving people's lives, they also have similar stinks.

Zhang Yong never objected to anything Dickens wanted to do. Dickens felt that this was a true friend.

'I thought you were wandering around outside!' Zhang Yong hugged Dickens.

This guy, pampered and spoiled, doesn't know the dangers outside. Even being kidnapped once didn't seem to hurt him much.

After all, before they officially fell out, the Japanese didn't dare to provoke the British bigwigs on the surface. The Japanese invaders are not really stupid. They can do things behind the scenes. But if they slap the British in the face in public, the British will really turn their faces away. At this moment in time, the British still don't take the Japanese seriously. Their attention is not on the Japanese.

Finding some women to 'torture' Dickens day and night is a strange way to go about things...

I guess Dickens now has psychological scars about women. Worried. But don't go to the other extreme.

Confused. Talk about something else. Finally get to the point.

'Zhang, I'm applying to work in your office,' Dickens said loudly.

He was actually talking to Pearson.

This guy also had the temper of a rich second-generation heir or a government official's second son. He was willful. He did whatever he wanted.

Pearson was used to it. He nodded. "I have no problem with that here.'

'Then it's settled," Dickens said to Zhang Yong.

'No...' Zhang Yong pondered for a moment, 'it's dangerous to follow me. Can you use a gun?'

'What? You underestimate me? Come, I'll show you!' Dickens became impatient and dragged Zhang Yong out. He wanted to show off his talent right away.

Zhang Yong: ...

Damn you. You're in such a hurry.

I haven't even finished my coffee...

But, there was no choice. The other guy was the son of a British tycoon!

He was so eager to follow you around. How could you refuse?

So he had to follow him.

They went to a nearby cinder field. There were mountains of cinder everywhere.

A coal pile is a mountain. The radius is more than tens of metres. Rifle bullets definitely can't penetrate it. Maybe even an Italian cannon can't blast it all open.

These cinders that have been piled up over the years are actually very strong.

Dickens only had to draw a revolver,

and Zhang Yong looked at it askance. It seems to be a Webley revolver, which the British like to use?

The calibre seems to be 0.455? That's 11.7 mm. Six rounds. It's quite powerful. It's more powerful than a .38.

'Pop!'

'Pop!'

Dickens fired continuously.

It turned out that, from a distance of 30 metres, a hole was shot in the coal pile.

Almost all of the six bullets landed next to each other.

This proved that Dickens was indeed a good shot.

'Give it to me!'

Dickens then brought another British 77 rifle.

He loaded it skillfully. Then he pulled the bolt. He fired.

'Pop, pop, pop...'

'Pop, pop, pop...'

The sound of the gunfire was intense. He shot very quickly.

Another hole appeared in the coal pile in the distance. Ten bullets, mostly close together.

Zhang Yong calculated the distance, about 80 meters.

For a regular soldier, this shooting result is considered entry-level. However, considering Dickens's identity, it is really not bad!

At least, it is almost on par with him, Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong asked himself if he could hit the target at 80 metres. He could easily get 60 out of 100.

But he was sure that he could not pull the bolt as fast as Dickens.

The biggest advantage of the Yingqiqi was its super fast rate of fire. It was ranked number one among all bolt-action rifles. Only semi-automatic rifles could beat it.

'Okay, you do it!' Zhang Yong did not refuse, 'but be careful.'

In fact, it's quite good to have a second-generation official as an underling.

You don't need them to be capable, as long as they can help you get things done.

Look at Luo Yiming, he is very close to the Shanghai-Nanjing Defence Command. If anything comes up, just let him deal with it.

No need to even make a phone call. The Shanghai-Nanjing Defence Command has it all arranged.

And Yang Zhi is also the same. He is close to Yang Shanfang. It's very convenient.

It doesn't matter if you're talented or not. As long as you have connections.

So the matter was settled.

'You pick ten people.'

'Okay!'

Dickens immediately picked people.

In the end, thirty were selected. They all looked very tough.

Zhang Yong: ??

Wasn't it ten?

Why thirty?

Look at Pearson. I found that he didn't object.

Oh, as long as what the second generation of officials does is not very outrageous, foreigners seem to acquiesce.

Who says that only China is a society of personal connections?

The UK is the same.

'Go!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand. Go catch the Japanese spy.

No one else knows where the Japanese spy is, but he knows exactly where he is.

He leads the men directly to a mine shaft. This mine shaft also seems to have been abandoned. It is blocked at the entrance by a wooden fence. There seems to be no sign of vandalism.

'The Japanese are inside?'

'Yes.'

'Then...'

'Grenades!'

Zhang Yong's method is very brutal.

I don't want to go in and get you. If there are traps inside, I'll pay the price.

I'll use grenades to force you out.

'I'll do it!'

'I'll do it!'

Dickens volunteered.

Zhang Yong nodded. Okay. You do it. Let you show off.

In the end, what Dickens got were wooden-handled hand grenades. There were a lot of them. Two crates full. Each crate had 30 grenades.

'Where did you get them?'

'They were all made in China. They came from Fengtian.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong understood.

He felt a little sad.

It seems that many weapons from the Northeast Army had also found their way to eastern Hebei. And then some of them were seized by the British.

Judging from the quality of these wooden-handled hand grenades, they were actually quite good. They seemed to be a little better than those produced in Gong County. What a pity. The Fengtian Arsenal actually had quite good technology. But now it belonged to the Japanese.

'Go!'

'Hoo!'

'Boom...'

Dickens and the others began to throw the grenades.

Soon, the grenades exploded inside.

A wave of air rushed out from inside. It sprayed the wooden fence at the entrance away.

Zhang Yong took a step back.

Soon after, someone inside finally called out, 'Stop throwing, stop throwing, we're coming out, we're coming out...'

Everyone stood at attention.

Cao Mengqi and the others stood in front of Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong suddenly turned his head.

Someone in the distance. Spying on him.

The person is not within range of the map. They must be using binoculars.

Who is it?

What is he going to do?

A scope?

A sniper rifle?

Without thinking, Zhang Yong immediately crouches down.

The result...

There is no movement for a long time.

Suspiciously, he continues to crouch. Looking carefully.

There is no longer the feeling of being spied on. It is possible that the person has already left.

Slowly standing up.

Frowning.

He has met a master.