Chapter 512: Dumb

Are they Japanese invaders?

Zhang Yong couldn't tell. They're not within the scope of the map.

The distance is too great. It's more than 400 metres away.

He held the binoculars up and searched the surroundings carefully. He didn't notice anything unusual.

Instead, a few more red dots appeared within the scope of the map.

He narrows his field of view back in. He searches for those small red dots. He finds that they are scattered and not gathered together.

He is certain that they are all Japanese spies in hiding.

Apparently, they usually lurk in every corner of the Kailuan Coal Mine, each with their own disguised identity. They only organise themselves when needed. Then they cause trouble.

He speculates that there should be a leader among these Japanese spies. He is responsible for making secret contacts. Could it be Chen Hongyu?

But it doesn't seem like it. Chen Hongyu doesn't seem to know the existence of these Japanese spies. His previous behaviour really didn't seem like he knew.

If Chen Hongyu knew the identity of these people, then among those people, there may also be someone who knows Chen Hongyu's identity, and he definitely wouldn't be so calm.

So, who would this ringleader be?

If we want to eradicate the Japanese spies, we must catch this person.

Apart from these little red dots, there may be accomplices. They are the hardcore traitors.

There were many hardcore traitors from the puppet state of Manchukuo. They had been deeply indoctrinated by the Japanese invaders, and their families were also under the control of the Japanese invaders, so they were relatively loyal to the Japanese invaders.

For these people, education is useless. They are the enemy. Or rather, they are stubborn enemies. They can only be destroyed.

As Yan Shuangying said, 'How can someone like you change? Ah, you will never change. You will only die.'

However, these people are not weak. They are like Gao Bin in 'The Brink'. They are very cunning. It is not easy to eliminate them.

The most critical thing is that Zhang Yong cannot distinguish these people.

If these hardcore traitors do not have weapons, he will not be able to recognise them even if they come in front of him.

This is a limitation.

There is no way to change it.

In addition, Zhang Yong also has a slight worry. Is there a Red Party in this Kailuan coal mine?

He was not being whimsical. The Red Party was a very resilient organisation. It had a strong ability to spread its message. This was especially true in workers' organisations. The Red Party had initially emerged from the workers' movement.

'How many workers are there in the entire coal mine?' Zhang Yong asked Mei Lu.

'Chinese workers?' Mei Lu replied, 'There are more than 18,000 Chinese workers.'

'Oh...' Zhang Yong became more and more certain of his judgement.

There must be a Red Party organisation there.

With more than 18,000 Chinese workers, how could there not be any Red Party members hiding among them?

It just depends on the scale.

There may be just a few dozen official Red Party members. There could be over a hundred activists.

You should know that the Jidong Uprising three years later was attended by tens of thousands of people. It was very well-publicised. The Red Party's senior leadership had high hopes for it.

Unfortunately, the Jidong leaders at the time were limited in their abilities, and the uprising ended hastily.

Some commanders with military talent were not given important roles, and instead, factionalism developed within the organisation.

...I digress.

'Don't move!'

'Don't move!'

Over here, the four Japanese spies who came out are all tied up.

None of them are injured. The grenades didn't hit them. The mine shaft is too deep. They could have hidden anywhere.

Then why did they come out? Because they didn't want to die.

They had already figured out that if they didn't surrender, Zhang Yong would definitely blow up the entire mine. At that time, they would all be buried alive in it.

Yes, Zhang Yong really thought that.

He didn't care what the mine was used for. Since it was abandoned, it would be blown up.

Buried!

Blocked!

The Japanese spies would be buried alive directly inside.

When capturing Japanese spies, it didn't say whether they had to be dead or alive. Dead was fine too.

As a result, the other party actually surrendered.

It seems that...

they are not that fanatical?

'Where are you from?' Zhang Yong asked one of the spies, "Sapporo?'

'Hiroshima..." the spy answered honestly. He kept his head down, not knowing what fate awaited him.

And then...

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

There was a sudden gunshot.

But it was Bob who had fired.

He took out his revolver and shot all four spies dead.

Zhang Yong: ...

Oops, seems like I was in a bit of a hurry?

Never mind. It doesn't matter. This is British territory anyway.

We'll get it back for China by the end of 1948. That's thirteen years from now. Four years of that was occupied by the Japanese?

Look at Pearson. Pearson is expressionless.

It seems he approved of what Bob did. Just kill them. As a warning to others.

They say the Japanese are ruthless. The British are not far behind.

'There's one more,'

Bob called out to Zhang Yong. At the same time, he loaded his revolver.

After loading the revolver, he shot at the four Japanese spies again. Obviously, his hatred for the Japanese could only be expressed through action.

'I can't find it,' Zhang Yong shook his head.

Four have been caught. That's almost it. Catch the last one tomorrow.

Otherwise, it will be finished in one day. Wouldn't the British be getting a bargain?

'Why?' Bob was suspicious.

'He ran too far. I can't smell him anymore,' Zhang Yong explained indifferently.

Bob frowned. But in the end, he didn't say anything.

The other person had already caught four. That was already a great achievement.

You can't ask for too much.

After all, they didn't pay much either.

The other person was obviously very greedy. They had a very strong interest in money.

If you keep pushing, the other person will definitely talk about money again.

'If you can't catch the one just now, there are others,' Zhang Yong said nonchalantly.

'There are others?' Bob's eyes revealed a murderous gleam.

The revolver was loaded.

It was just waiting for the Japanese spy to be caught again.

'At least ten more,' Zhang Yong replied nonchalantly.

'Fack!' Bob suddenly became irritated.

There are still so many!

There are still at least ten! Aaaaah! How can there still be so many?

When will it be finished?

Are you going to raise the price again?

Bob really knew Zhang Yong. He really knew him well. Zhang Yong was thinking the same thing.

Five hundred pounds a month. How could I work so hard for you!

'We'll continue tomorrow!'

'He won't get away!'

Zhang Yong said nonchalantly. Then he ignored his partner.

Looking at the sky, dusk was approaching.

It seemed like it was time for dinner. After dinner, sleep. How comfortable...

Bob wanted to say something, but he couldn't.

But Pearson didn't say anything. It seemed like he was giving his tacit approval.

So they called it a day.

Another day.

Suddenly, Zhang Yong felt a gaze from behind.

It was a strange feeling. It was as if someone had been staring at him from behind for a long time. He just realised it now.

There was no danger. It just felt a bit strange.

Who was it?

He hurriedly turned around.

He saw a skinny little child...

No, not really a child. He can't tell how old he is. A little over 1.5 metres tall?

Zhang Yong looks around. He doesn't see anyone else. Just this half-grown child. He doesn't know who it is. The child just keeps staring at him.

His eyes seem vacant. But they also seem very persistent. He keeps staring at him.

Without blinking.

It's kind of pitiful. But apart from pitiful, it's also

It's hard to describe the feeling. Zhang Yong felt as if the other person's eyes were the only ones looking at him. If the other person was a beautiful woman, that would be great...

However, the other person was a man. He hadn't fully grown up yet. That would be weird.

He was only interested in beautiful women!

"Shaolong!'

Suddenly, he heard Mei Lu's cry.

Zhang Yong turned around. He saw Mei Lu coming over,

graceful and charming. He immediately felt better and followed Mei Lu.

Dickens had already found a location for the office.

This guy really has privileges. He actually built a small Western-style building near the headquarters of the mining area. It's white. The exterior is very beautiful. It has four floors. Each floor has more than a dozen rooms.

Except for the lack of an elevator, everything else is very good. Just move in directly and it can be used as an office.

Of course, it's unrealistic to want everyone to live in it.

The average field worker lives near the small white Western-style building. There are also other houses around.

Zhang Yong changed his mind. There was no need for Mei Lu to be stationed here. He would simply leave it to Dickens to take care of things. From now on, Dickens would be the director of this office.

With Dickens here, all the work on this side should go very smoothly.

As for Mei Lu, she could just sleep with him.

Oh, there was also a Jin Xiu Zhu. She was still an enemy. She was still in handcuffs.

In fact, Zhang Yong has secretly observed her several times. He has determined that Jin Xiuzhu has a chance to escape. This woman should know how to unlock handcuffs.

Many agents have been trained. They all have the technique of unlocking handcuffs without a key. The handcuffs of these days are not that tight. A master can easily open them. Therefore, in addition to handcuffs, you also have to tie up the hands. You must absolutely not allow the other person to move their hands. Even one finger is dangerous.

However, Jin Xiuzhu did not do this.

Although she had the opportunity, she did not run.

So, what was she thinking? Why didn't she try to escape?

Suddenly, Zhang Yong had a hunch.

He turned around.

He saw the mysterious child again.

He was standing more than 30 metres away, quietly watching Zhang Yong. He looked like a wooden man.

His eyes were vacant. Did he seem to be looking forward to something?

Zhang Yong: ...

Okay, I have to find out more about him sometime.

It felt really uncomfortable being stared at.

He went up to the boy. 'What do you want? You can tell me directly,' he asked gently.

But the boy didn't say anything. Instead, he started gesticulating.

Zhang Yong was suddenly confused.

Huh? Are you mute? You can't speak?

Oh no, I've been stared at by a mute?

That felt really strange.

And unbelievable.

What did the boy want, following him around like that?

He doesn't know any sign language! He's never learned it. He doesn't know any sign language. He doesn't know anything...

'You...' Zhang Yong tried to say.

As a result, the other person kept on gesturing. Non-stop. Non-stop.

Zhang Yong patiently watched for a while and finally discovered that the other person had been repeating a single action. Over and over again.

The problem was, he couldn't read it!

He had no choice but to ask for help.

He suddenly saw Jin Xiu Zhu and asked, 'Do you know sign language?'

'He is saying that he wants to follow you,' Kim Su-ju answered obediently.

'He? Follow me?'

'Yes. He has been repeating the actions of a servant. He wants to be your servant.'

'Ah, that's not necessary.'

Zhang Yong shook his head. He was not used to being a servant.

It seems that there are still slaves these days. The maids and family members in many wealthy families are actually not much different from slaves.

At most, their right to life is not as fragile as that of slaves. In other respects, they are actually not that different.

As a modern person, he likes women and money. But there is no need for servants.

As a normal person, he does not need others to serve him in his daily life. At most, he hires a few aunts to help with cooking, cleaning, gardening, etc. It is hiring. Not slavery.

'He repeatedly said that he wants to follow you and become your servant...'

'Tell him no. Ask him to find someone else.'

Jin Xiuzhu gestured.

As a result, the mute continued to repeat the previous action.

His expression did not change. He repeated it over and over again. It was a repetitive cycle. It was as if he never got tired. Nor did he know when it was over.

Zhang Yong took out a large silver coin and placed it in front of the mute.

He believed that the shiny, heavy coin would change the mute's mind.

However, instead of reaching out to take it, the mute continued repeating the same action over and over again.

Zhang Yong: ...

Speechless.

I've given you the money. Why don't you take it?

Aren't you following me because you want to survive? I'm giving you money so you can survive!

What's so good about being a servant?

Reaching out again, he waved the banknote in front of the mute's face.

However, the mute continued repeating the same action over and over again.

Zhang Yong was at his wits' end.

There was nothing he could do.

The other person was so insistent that he could not refuse.

Otherwise, it was not a solution for the other person to keep following him like this.

He might get killed by the Japanese spy.

It was not safe around him.

Although the other person was mute, he was still a life.

He had no choice but to say to Jin Xiu Zhu, 'Okay, tell him I'll take him.'