Chapter 527: As long as I'm not embarrassed

Zhang Yong also wanted to find the centipede.

Although the underground party did not like him very much. However, he did not want to see the underground party suffer losses.

Once the Japanese invaders' plan succeeds, the harm will be very great.

This puppet organization still has some ability. Zhang Yong also dare not take it lightly.

'What's with the silver cheque?'

'Funding...'

'Really?'

'Really. Really.'

Asakura Sanjian hurriedly swore to the heavens. He looked pious.

Then Zhang Yong reached out to stop him. Do you take me for a child? You're playing a trick in front of me because you see that I'm young?

"This is a silver cheque from the Fenghui Bank.'

'It is...'

'If it's funding, how can you possibly carry a silver cheque from the Fenghui Bank?'

'It's actually the same...'

'Asakura, I advise you to be honest. There's something wrong with the banknote. If it were for expenses, they would only give you a banknote from the Bank of China.'

'I...'

'To be honest, I don't beat you.'

'I...'

Asakura was silent for three seconds.

He knew that his lie had been exposed.

This was very troublesome.

In a short period of time, he could not find a way to cover up the lie.

However, he could not tell the real reason either. Once the real reason was told, it would be equivalent to a serious leak.

What? Revealing the details of Operation Blade is not a leak?

No.

Because there are many people who know the details of this operation. It may not be possible to trace it back to him.

However, if the secret of the silver ticket is leaked, he will most likely be targeted as the snitch. He is very clear about the consequences.

No idiot can survive in this business.

'Not talking?'

'I...'

Asakura Sangen continued to be silent.

Zhang Yong then waved his hand. I'm sorry.

I gave you a chance.

Take him away.

Beat him.

Use whatever you can find to inflict the 108 tortures.

As a result...

Asakura Sangen confessed very quickly.

There was no choice. If he didn't confess, his toes would be smashed with a hammer.

'I'll tell you, I'll tell you...'

'Why are you doing this?'

'I was going to take the silver note to an underground bank and pass it on to someone.'

'Who?'

'The family of an officer at Nanyuan Airport.'

'Nanyuan Airport?'

Zhang Yong was very sensitive to this place name.

Nanyuan Airport was needed because the Air Force had arrived. It was a very important channel.

It was even the only fast and safe channel. Its existence was very necessary when railway transport was at risk.

The Japanese invaders were indeed very cunning. They had long noticed the existence of Nanyuan Airport.

What officer? What family member of his?

Did they bribe this officer? Presumably.

'Yes...'

'What information do you want?'

'I...'

'Do you still want to suffer?'

'No, no, I'll tell you, I'll tell you, we just want to know about the landing of the plane, and the take-off.'

'Just the take-off and landing?'

'Yes...'

'Nothing further?'

'No...'

'So, this officer is not of high rank?'

'Er...'

Asakura Sangen found himself having let slip something.

The other person was no fool. A lot could be inferred from his words.

If he was a high-ranking officer, he would definitely know what the plane had brought in and what it had taken away. But this officer didn't know. So, his rank was limited.

He was probably below company commander. At most, he wouldn't be higher than battalion commander. He couldn't be regiment commander. Because the one stationed at Nanyuan Airport was an elite regiment of the 29th Army.

If he was a regiment commander, he would know the basic information about the entire airport.

'What's the name of this officer?'

'I don't know.'

'What?'

'I really don't know. I wasn't told. Only Yuntaro Ita knows.'

'Ma Yali?'

'Yes...'

'Good. Tell me. Where do you want the silver notes delivered?'

'Deposit them in a private money exchange. The account name is Li Shoufu. I'm only responsible for depositing the money. I don't need to know anything else.'

'Li Shoufu?'

'Yes.'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong wrote down the name.

It was a pseudonym, to be sure. Underground banks did not require real names.

In fact, in those days, all banks and money changers did not require real names. You could just name it yourself. As long as the secret key matched.

The secret key could be a number. It could also be a special mark.

If it matched, you could withdraw money.

Was there any risk in the middle?

Yes.

There was no 100% security.

Therefore, trying to trace valuable clues from this Li Shoufu's name. Impossible.

In other words, this clue is gone.

The only thing they found out was that one of the officers in the 29th Army garrisoned at Nanyuan Airport had been bribed by the Japanese invaders.

It could have been two. Or more. Who knows?

"How many times have you delivered the money?'

'Twice.'

'This is the second time?'

'Yes...'

Asakura Miken wanted to say something, but held back.

He thought to himself, what kind of nonsense is this? I said twice, so of course this time is the second time!

Of course, he didn't dare say it. He was afraid of having his toes smashed again.

He had already had two toes smashed. It hurt so much that it was almost unbearable. Several times, he almost fainted.

He regretted it.

If he had known that he would have to confess, why did he make himself suffer so much?

It was impossible to recover from having your toes smashed. You would lose the use of them forever. Fortunately, he had only had two toes smashed, so he could still walk. He was not disabled yet.

'How much was the first delivery?'

'Also 3,000 taels of silver.'

'And the banknote was from the Fenghui Bank?'

'Yes. The other party specified that it should not be from the Baoshang Bank.'

'You knew that too!'

'I...'

Asakura Sanjian was silent. He refused to answer.

He was Japanese. He thought that the banknote from the Baoshang Bank was very useful!

He didn't know why everyone else refused.

'Has the banknote that was deposited the first time been withdrawn?'

'I don't know...'

'You really don't know?'

'I really don't know. I swear. No one told me either! I was just responsible for depositing the money. As for other things, the people at the money exchange wouldn't tell me either. That's the rule for their survival. Even if you catch them red-handed, they won't reveal anything easily. In their line of work, if they reveal any information about their clients, they won't be able to continue in the future.'

'Really?'

Zhang Yong didn't know whether to believe him or not. He actually agreed.

The only thing that allows underground money exchanges to survive is their reputation. Once you lose your reputation, no one will come to you.

Therefore, the people who can work in this industry are not ordinary people.

They all have very impressive backgrounds.

'Do you know anything about this money exchange?'

'No, I've only been there three or four times.'

'What did you go there for the other time?'

'I...'

Akasaka Mikado really wanted to kill himself. Really.

In his haste, he let slip. He should have said twice. Instead, he said three times.

It was a subconscious reaction. But someone had caught it.

However, he could no longer deny it.

Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable. All his toes would be hammered.

He wondered why this Qiu Tianlai was so perverted, why he kept hammering, hammering, hammering, specifically hammering his toes...

'Not talking?'

'I'll talk, I'll talk. There was another time, and it was also about saving money...'

'How much money?'

'Saving, saving, saving...'

'Not talking again?'

'I'll talk, I'll talk. I saved 30,000...'

'How much?'

'30,000. All in Citibank cashier's checks.'

'That much?'

'Yes...'

Asakura San-ken hung his head. He was very depressed.

He found that he had confessed everything. All his secrets had been revealed.

'Who was the deposit made to?'

'The account name was Lai Jiaze. I really don't know the details. Who is behind Lai Jiaze? Yuntaro Date didn't reveal a thing.'

'Good. I believe you.'

Zhang Yong's words were gentle and reassuring. They indicated that he meant no harm.

It's your own fault for not cooperating. Otherwise, you wouldn't have needed to be hammered!

So, it's all your own fault...

Seeing that there was nothing more to ask, Zhang Yong temporarily restrained Asakura Mikado. Then he continued to monitor the movements in the pawnshop.

Perhaps feeling that it was safe outside, a second Japanese spy came out.

It should be that Mori Yoshitaka.

No need to say, arrest him.

This time, Zhang Yong took personal charge.

When Mori Yoshitaka turned a corner, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

There were many people in front of him.

At least ten dark muzzles were trained on him.

He subconsciously tried to draw his gun, but someone had already appeared from behind and pushed him to the ground.

Zhang Yong searched him. A Browning pistol was found on him. And a stack of silver notes. They were also from Fenghui Bank.

Haha. This is a replica! It's exactly the same as the one belonging to Asakura Mikado.

'Who are you people?' asked Mohri Terukichi.

'First, answer me: to whom are these banknotes to be deposited?' Zhang Yong was straightforward.

'I don't know.'

'Beat him!'

Zhang Yong was also unceremonious.

Direct torture.

Not talking? Then get to work!

One hundred and eight tortures, where did we get to just now? Keep going.

As a result...

Mori Yoshiteru couldn't hold out for long.

'I ask, you answer.'

'Yes...'

'To whom are these banknotes to be deposited?'

'Account name...'

'I want the person behind the account name.'

'I don't know. I really don't know. All I know is that he is an officer stationed at Wanping City...'

'What's his name?'

'I don't know.'

'Does Date Yuntaro know?'

'He...'

Mori Yoshinobu's face suddenly turned pale

It's over...

The other party actually knows so much.

The other party even knows Date Yuntaro. Then they definitely came prepared.

'Who the hell are you people?'

'Don't worry. We're not here for you.'

'Then...'

'We're here for your money. Just pay and you'll be fine. Look, I'm not even hitting you now.'

'I...'

Mouri Keiki wanted to cry, but there were no tears.

You should have said so earlier!

If you had, I wouldn't have had to have my toes hammered off.

Aaaaa...

Aaaaa...

It hurts. It hurts. He kept gasping for breath.

This is really killing me.

If you want money, just ask for money, why did you have to do something so horrible to me when you came up here...

'Is Date Mototaro in there?'

'Yes...'

'Are there any other people with him?'

'Well, there are three or four others.'

'How many exactly?'

'Four, four.'

'Oh, there are four helpers...'

'Yes...'

Zhang Yong nodded.

Someone immediately dragged Mori Motonari away.

He was lying even as death was approaching. There were still four of them, when there was clearly only one inside.

A round of torture.

Then the end.

Kill clean.

This Mori family, Zhang Yong has never liked.

Hate Mori Motonari when playing games. Since it is his descendant. Then also finish.

Okay. Now, the target, the descendant of Date Masamune - Date Yuntaro.

'Go!'

Crawl quietly from behind the pawnshop.

First, occupy the location where weapons are hidden. Cut off the target's connection to the weapons.

As expected, Date Yuntaro has not yet realised. He is the only one inside the pawnshop. He is tidying up the items on the counter in front of him.

When he hears footsteps behind him, he realises that something is wrong.

'You...

He is shocked and angry.

The other person has a gun. There is more than one.

He does not have a gun on him.

Damn. The enemy has blocked the place where he hides the gun.

'Who are you?'

'Don't worry, Boss Ma, I'm here to ask you for alms,' Zhang Yong said with a smile as he walked up to him.

'It's you!' Ma Yali's eyes suddenly grew cold.

Zhang Yong immediately understood that his disguise had been revealed.

The other person knew who he was.

The other person recognised him at once!

The other person knew that he was Zhang Yong! Zhang Yong from the Special Branch of the Restoration Society! Zhang Yong, the man who specialised in catching Japanese spies!

Shit! I was hasty.

I never thought the other person would recognise me. And his eyesight is so good.

Well...

It's fine.

As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's someone else who will be.

'Don't get me wrong, Boss Ma. I'm not Zhang Yong,' Zhang Yong lied with his eyes wide open. "My name is Qiu Tianlai now. Let's sit down and talk.'

'What do you want?" Yuntao gritted his teeth and racked his brains for a way out.

Since he had recognised Zhang Yong, he knew he was in trouble.

Very, very much so.

Since the other party had found him, he knew he was exposed.

But how could he get out of this?

He was surrounded by Zhang Yong's men, and there were weapons. They looked fierce.

He was all alone. He didn't have a weapon. He was weak. Helpless. Pathetic. Surrounded by the counter. He didn't dare move.

'I'm here to beg for money,' Zhang Yong said with a smile, then turned and walked away.

He went to find the place where the weapons were hidden.

He found a storage room.

The contents were in a mess. The weapons were hidden underground.

The usual procedure. Opened the underground chamber. Found it full of all kinds of weapons.

Good stuff, there were more than 30.

In addition to the submachine guns and Browning pistols, there were even three Mosin-Nagants.

Lifted the Mosin-Nagant. Found it very new. The rifling was barely worn. It didn't look like it had been used much. Compared to the 'pedal guns' outside, it was simply much better.

Some of the Mosin-Nagants outside have rusted on to the butts. The rifling is almost indistinct, and they are still in service. The bolt is already very stiff. You can't pull it by hand. You have to use your foot to operate it.

There is also a box of bullets next to it. A full box. It's all Mosin-Nagant rifle bullets.

The bullets are also very new. They have been extremely well looked after.

'Captain!'

Wu Liuzhi suddenly discovers a new world.

It was under the machine gun, and he found a pistol he had never seen before.

The pistol was quite small. It was almost just a little bigger than the palm of his hand. It had a very delicate appearance.

'What is this?'

'Let me see!'

Zhang Yong reached out and took it. He weighed it in his hands and looked closely at the foreign characters on it. In the end, he judged that it was a Walther PPK pistol made by the Germans.

It was a famous high-quality pistol from World War II. It was a superb display of German industry.

The pistol had excellent performance.

The workmanship is excellent.

It is beautiful and dexterous in appearance.

It was the gun of the Führer. In the end, the Führer also used it to commit suicide.

In the James Bond movies, Bond also basically holds this pistol when he appears. It can be said to be the favourite of secret agents all over the world.

Unfortunately, Zhang Yong doesn't like it.

Why? He thinks it's too small. It's not powerful enough.

He still prefers a high-powered pistol like the Colt M1911. It has a caliber of 11.43 mm.

At the very least, it should be a powerful 9mm Browning M1935.

He doesn't have high expectations. He just wants a gun that can kill with a single shot, one that ensures the target is unable to fight back. He despises guns that require multiple shots to kill.

'Take it yourself!'

'Yes!'

Wu Liuqi couldn't put it down.

It felt much more advanced than the Browning's Palm Ray.

Continue searching. No silver notes or anything like that. Just pure weapons.

No?

How is that possible?

Could it be that it's all been moved?

I don't believe it.

I have to get it out of Yuntaro Date somehow.

If I don't squeeze a little profit out of a target that I've worked so hard to pinpoint, it would look like a failure.

I turned my head.

I waved my hand. I had Yuntaro Date brought up.

I went straight to the point.

I went straight for the jugular.

'Where's the money?'