Chapter 523: The Fly in the Latrine

The second Japanese spy heard some movement.

He moved sneakily from the side. Be careful. Suddenly, he felt the wind behind him.

Then...

he fell to the ground.

Zhang Yong did not hit him with the club. It was Wu Liuqi.

He used too much force.

He died instantly.

'Liu, you...'

'This is the first time I've done something like this...'

Wu Liuqi's mouth is running away with him.

He's not used to sneaking up on people from behind.

In every fight, he's always been in the front line. He's always fought head-on.

Who knew the target was so weak.

He was killed with just one blow? What a weakling...

Okay...

Let's find a third one.

I don't want Wu Liuqi to do it again.

And Cao Mengqi either.

These two guys will kill someone.

The third Japanese spy also heard some noise and looked around quietly.

He didn't notice anything wrong.

He turned a corner. His eyes suddenly went blank.

There were a lot of people in front of him.

They were all looking at him.

Japanese spy: !@#¥%...

What's going on?

Where did they come from? Who are they?

What do they want?

Countless questions plagued...

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain behind his head, and then he fell into darkness.

Zhang Yong came out from behind with a hawthorn stick in his hand. Not bad. I am the master of the blunt instrument. The force was just right.

Just enough to knock him out. Then I tied him up. A slap on the face and the Japanese soldier woke up.

The dazed Japanese soldier looked around in confusion. He felt like something had happened. But he didn't understand what it was for the time being.

After a long time...

They stared at each other...

'Who are you people?'

'Cut the long story short. Have you brought the money?'

'Who the hell are you?'

'Never mind that. Just tell me if you've brought the money.'

'Haha! Do you know who we are? We're from the Matsui residence! We're Japanese! You...'

Then there was a mumbled sound.

Zhang Yong was impatient. Seeing the other person spitting furiously, he shook his head.

Someone came up immediately and shoved a dagger into the Japanese spy's mouth, stirring it around. Let you scream. Let you scream. Let you scream...

The Japanese spy quickly passed out. In the end, he was simply finished off.

There was no way around it, his mouth was completely shredded. Even if he wanted to confess, there was no chance.

Go find the fourth Japanese spy.

This Japanese spy was very stoic. He lurked without moving at all.

The location where he lurked was also very secret. If there wasn't a map to guide you, you probably wouldn't be able to find it at all. But now...

'Bang!'

Zhang Yong throws a stone at the Japanese spy.

The stone lands next to the Japanese spy. It was close. It missed. Alas, his professional skills are in doubt!

The Japanese spy hurriedly looks back. In the end, he doesn't see anything. He is secretly surprised. He quickly changes his location.

He quickly finds a new location. He resumes his lurking.

In the end...

'Bang!'

A moment later, another stone lands next to him.

This time, it still misses.

Zhang Yong was very dissatisfied with his hand. Was his aim that bad?

Fortunately, the goal of scaring the Japanese spy was achieved.

Being attacked by a stone twice, the Japanese spy was suddenly taken aback. He understood that he had been exposed. Someone was coming for him.

He hurriedly moved...

hurriedly walked out of a narrow alley...

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain behind his head, followed by a blackout, and then he knew nothing.

Zhang Yong did not interrogate him for the time being. He continued to look for the fifth one.

The fifth Japanese spy has already entered the hostel. He looks around the entrance.

He doesn't see Tao Wenrui. He senses that something is wrong. So he quickly leaves. He returns to his car. He rushes to get in.

Then...

Two guns are poked out from behind him. They are pressed against his head.

'Get out of the car!'

'Who are you people...'

'Bang!'

He is knocked unconscious on the spot. Then he is dragged away.

The remaining two Japanese spies are dragged to an empty house nearby. Only then does Zhang Yong begin to interrogate them.

'Where's the money?'

'What money?'

'I heard it. Tao Wenrui told you to go to Zhongsheng Flour Mill to get the money.'

'We didn't go.'

'Why not?'

'Why should we go...'

'Er...'

The Japanese spy died instantly.

A single stab to the throat.

This is what Zhang Yong learned from Yu Lexing.

If you refuse to cooperate, you will be punished. Go to the toilet in the shrine of the war dead and reflect on your actions!

Wipe your hands.

A tacit admission that he has acted rashly.

He has only learnt the basics. He has not learnt the essence.

While Yu Lexing's knife entered the spy's body, his own hand did not get blood on it. But Zhang Yong's got blood on it.

Alas, it is true that different trades are like different mountains. He is still not professional enough!

Forget it, let's leave the professional work to the professionals.

So he signals for someone else to interrogate.

'I'll do it!'

Wu Liuqi comes forward.

Zhang Yong closes his eyes. He doesn't want to watch the process.

He covers his ears so as not to hear the spy's screams.

As a result, in less than a minute, the Japanese spy confessed honestly.

'The money, the money, is ready. But I didn't take it.'

'Where is it?'

'Zhongsheng Flour Mill.'

'Can I go get it now?'

'Yes.'

'Go!'

Zhang Yong then turned his anger into joy.

As long as he could get it, it was fine. He was now penniless. He was anxious to get his hands on the money.

What? There's money in your personal space?

You've got to be kidding!

That's my own life-saving money, how could I possibly take it out for communal use!

Besides, that was earned in Tianjin, in Jinling, on Shanghai Beach, in Hankou, how could I possibly bring it to Beiping to spend?

Of course you have to earn money in Beiping and spend it in Beiping.

This is a blue ocean. There are opportunities to get rich everywhere. How could I possibly miss it?

There happened to be two cars, so they immediately took a car and headed to the Zhongsheng Flour Factory.

They left Cao Mengqi to look after the house. They took Jin Xiuzhu and the mute with them.

Drive closer to the destination.

From a distance, he sees that there are many small red dots near the Zhongsheng Flour Factory. There are also a large number of people with weapons signs roaming around.

Slowly park the car. Observe from a distance.

He discovers that there are actually a lot of people gathered at that Zhongsheng Flour Factory. There are also some people carrying rifles.

'What's going on?'

'Is some big shot arriving?'

Zhang Yong is secretly suspicious.

The scene in front of him looks a lot like a big leader is coming for an inspection.

He handed the binoculars to Jin Xiuzhu.

This woman knew a lot more than he did.

He hoped that this woman would cooperate.

She also hoped that he would give her a chance.

Sure enough, after looking through the binoculars, Jin Xiuzhu whispered, 'It's Wang Kemin and Zhang Jinghui.'

'Who is Zhang Jinghui?' Zhang Yong had never heard of this name.

'Prime Minister of the Puppet Manchukuo.'

'Really?'

Zhang Yong hurriedly raised the binoculars and looked carefully.

Prime Minister of the Puppet Manchukuo? That's a first-class traitor. Apart from Puyi, is he not the one with the highest status?

'Which one is he?'

'The one leaning on a scepter, wearing a long black coat, with a gold watch hanging from his chest and a chrysanthemum medal.

'Chrysanthemum medal...'

Zhang Yong frowned inwardly.

This hardcore traitor really has no sense of shame!

He even wears the chrysanthemum medal bestowed by the Japanese invaders on the outside and wanders around. Is he afraid that no one knows that he is a traitor?

In that case, the black-clad policemen with rifles around them should be the Tie Shi army from the puppet Manchukuo?

These people are also hardcore traitors. They were trained by the Japanese invaders.

An important duty of the Japanese Kwantung Army Military Police Command was to train the armed forces of the puppet Manchukuo.

This included the army. And the police.

In all senior positions in the puppet Manchukuo, the sub-minister was in charge.

This deputy minister must be Japanese.

In other words, the minister of the Ministry of Justice or whatever, his word doesn't count. Only the deputy minister's word counts.

Don't look at Zhang Jinghui as the so-called prime minister. In fact, he is the lackey of the Japanese invaders. He must obey the orders of the Japanese invaders. If the Japanese invaders tell him to go east, he would never dare go west.

Strange, why don't I see Kawashima Yoshiko?

In theory, whenever there is an occasion where a Manchurian appears, this female traitor is indispensable!

I was wondering about this when a convoy arrived from the west.

It stopped outside the Zhongsheng Flour Mill. A woman got out of the car.

Oh, speak of the devil and he shall appear.

It was Kawashima Yoshiko. She really came.

Indeed, a shithole is the most attractive to flies. How could she be absent from an occasion like this?

'The one next to Kawashima Yoshiko is Matsui Yoshinori.'

'Oh?'

'Matsui Yoshinori has an older brother called Matsui Ishine, a major general in the army...'

'What?'

Zhang Yong's eyes suddenly flashed.

Matsui Ishine!

The executioner of the Nanjing Massacre!

Infamous!

Guilty of countless crimes!

He is actually Matsui Yoshinori's brother?

No wonder this Matsui residence seems to be very arrogant in Beiping, and even people like Takeo Kishida dare not say anything.

So that was the background.

'The name Matsui Yoshinobu is generally known to the outside world as Matsui Kyutaro. This is a pseudonym.'

'Why use a pseudonym?'

'Not really sure. Anyway, Matsui Yoshinobu and Matsui Kyutaro are the same person.'

'I see.'

Zhang Yong nodded. He raised his binoculars.

He saw Kawashima Yoshiko, Zhang Jinghui, Wang Kemin, Matsui Yoshinobu and the others gather together, seemingly having a good time chatting.

As expected, they are all flies in the dung heap. They get together whenever they get the chance.

Zhang Jinghui's visit to Beiping definitely has ulterior motives. It is very likely related to the negotiations of the newly established Hebei-察政务委员会.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him, 'Have you seen Yin Rugen?'

'No. But I saw Jiang Chaozong,' Jin Xiuzhu replied, 'He was standing nearby. He wasn't involved in the discussion.'

'Which one?' Zhang Yong asked hurriedly.

As an outsider, he must get to know these bigwigs!

Otherwise, the next time he encounters them, he won't even react. That would be bad. He doesn't even cherish the opportunities in front of him!

'The one behind Kawashima Yoshiko.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong saw Jiang Chaozong.

This big traitor, I wonder what he's thinking. Seems like he's in a daze?

His current state is very suitable for being shot dead from a distance.

It would be great if there was a sniper rifle.

I'll kill all the people present.

In fact, there is nothing to worry about. Roll up your sleeves and get to work. Work openly.

Do whatever you want.

History will not develop any worse than it already has.

Even if he were to kill Zhang Jinghui and Wang Kemin, the Japanese invaders would not be able to invade China on a large scale any sooner. What's there to be afraid of?

The problem is that there is no chance.

The distance is too far. It's more than 800 metres.

And that's in a straight line. It's the rules of bullet flight. It's not the street below.

At such a long distance, even a sniper rifle would be useless. Unless it was a Barrett, using 12.7 mm bullets.

Obviously, that was impossible.

A normal sniper rifle could only shoot up to about 600 metres.

In fact, beyond 400 metres, it would be a matter of luck. The hit rate would probably hover around 50%.

A grenade launcher? It couldn't reach.

A mortar? That would work...

But killing them won't help. Someone will take their place immediately.

Let's go back first. Think it over.

I didn't realise that this Zhongsheng Flour Mill was such an important place.

Wang Kemin and Zhang Jinghui actually came here to inspect it in person. It seems that Tao Wenrui, who was caught by me, is not that simple either.

On the way back, Zhang Yong bought a roast chicken. A bottle of Hua Diao wine.

For Tao Wenrui. I hope this guy doesn't make things difficult. Then there's nothing we can do.

Back at the empty house. Take out the roast chicken and the Hua Diao wine. Set it up.

Tao Wenrui suddenly panics for no reason.

Zhang Yong: ?

Oh, this guy's got it all wrong. He thinks it's a farewell dinner!

Really. A farewell dinner! If I wanted to kill you, would I give you roast chicken to eat? And Hua Diao wine to drink? Don't be ridiculous.

You want to eat your fill and go on your way after the dagger incident?

Go ask the other Japanese invaders, and see if any of them went on their way after eating their fill.

None of them did!

'Does Zhang Jinghui know that you are Japanese?' Zhang Yong asked.

'Me, him, him...' Tao Wenrui looked at Zhang Yong in confusion.

'I just saw Wang Kemin and Zhang Jinghui appear at your flour mill. It seems like they came to inspect. Right?'

'Me, me, me...'

'What a surprise. I've misjudged you again. You're a man of some standing! My apologies. Here, have some roast chicken and drink.'

'You... you're not going to kill me?'

'I just want your money. I don't want your life. We're out here in the world, just looking for money, not killing people. Understand?'

'You...'

Tao Wenrui was still half-believing.

But this was indeed good news. At least he didn't have to die immediately.

As long as Zhang Yong has no murderous intent.

However, his roast chicken soon got stuck in his throat. It was neither up nor down. He almost choked to death.

But Zhang Yong said,

'I'm sorry to tell you that everyone you called from the Matsui residence has been killed by me.'

'Send someone else to deliver the money!'

'Don't send too much in the first batch, just 100,000 taels...'