Chapter 528: Layman

Yuntaro Date despised Zhang Yong.

He recognised him at first glance. The Japanese high command had been informed.

No matter how careful Zhang Yong was, he had eventually been photographed.

He knew Zhang Yong's details by heart. Seeing Zhang Yong looking here and there, he knew that the other person was looking for money.

Bah!

Shame on you, a spy!

You're a member of the Fuxing Society's Special Services Department. You're so unworthy.

We're spies!

We're spies!

We're spies!

I'll say it three times for emphasis. Our goal is intelligence.

Our goal is not money!

However, Zhang Yong had put money first. He also deserves the title of money-grubber.

Perhaps Zhang Yong himself doesn't realise how insulting this nickname is.

Where's your professionalism?

Where's your dignity?

That's why Yuntaro Itami refuses to communicate with Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong: Huh?

Huh? This guy's got a tough hide too!

Fine, take your time!

Simmer it slowly, so the flavours can blend.

Waving his hands. Drag him away. Torture. Then close your eyes and relax.

He tried to find a place to hide the money.

He looked carefully to see if there was a hidden space in the pawnshop.

Unfortunately, he had looked everywhere. He just couldn't find it.

He was super disappointed...

He didn't even have a single dollar. It was miserable.

Damn it. He had missed it again. Fortunately, he had intercepted the two Japanese spies earlier. Otherwise, this trip would really be more expenses than income.

'Ah...'

'Ah...'

The screams of Yuntaro Itami came.

The sound suddenly stopped. It was obvious that his mouth had been gagged. That prevented him from screaming.

Those roughnecks. Are they going to imitate him swinging the hammer again?

Actually, that's not bad. Swinging a hammer is simple, crude, convenient and quick.

Are you going to talk?

No? Then you'll get the hammer.

You'll have your toes or fingers smashed. And then the interrogation will continue.

Are you going to talk?

No? Then you'll keep getting smashed.

What if, in the end, the Japanese spy still won't confess?

No big deal. We'll just dispose of them.

What? Capture them alive and interrogate them slowly? Don't even think about it.

Since they are so stubborn and determined to die, let's just give them what they want. We don't lack for Japanese spies anyway.

How many Japanese spies are lurking in the vast city of Beiping? Only God knows.

Even if Zhang Yong were to arrest them all day long, he would still be unable to keep up.

There are just too many to catch.

The map is full of little red dots. There are more than 30 visible right now.

In other words, there are at least 30 Japanese spies within a 400-metre radius of Fengshun Pawnshop. Most of them are Japanese spies. They are all in disguise.

And that's just a 400-metre radius!

How big is Beiping? It's more than ten kilometres from north to south and east to west!

If it's the centre or a busy area, there will be even more Japanese spies. For example, there are Japanese spies around Kawashima Yoshiko, Zhang Jinghui

and the likes of Wang Kemin, Yin Rugeng, and Jiang Chaozong. Japanese spies were everywhere.

Even if he had three heads and six arms, he couldn't catch them all in a short time.

What should he do?

What else could he do? Just leave it...

Catch them slowly...

Catch them patiently...

'Captain, he can't hold on much longer,' Wu Liuji reported angrily.

'Really?' Zhang Yong remained indifferent.

Is he going to die?

Let's go take a look!

Indeed, Yuntaro Ita was already dying.

These roughnecks, they really know how to hurt someone. They're going to kill him. But it doesn't matter, he's already dead.

There's no such thing as an irreplaceable Japanese spy.

Unless you're rich.

'You killed me...'

'No problem.'

Zhang Yong nodded, then turned to Wu Liuqi and said, 'Take him out and hang him from the second floor window...'

'You, you, what are you going to do...'

'You're going to die. Why ask so many questions? Hurry up and die. We'll hang you outside for all to see.'

'You, you, you...'

'We'll hang your corpse outside, and then hang a sign on you saying that you committed suicide in fear of punishment. You were a Japanese spy. Deeply aware of your grave sins, you're sorry for the Chinese people, but you hanged yourself...

'You, you, baka...'

Yuntaro Ita was flustered and furious. He vomited a mouthful of blood.

He was not afraid of death. But he could not be humiliated like this!

Zhang Yong, a rotten man, was not worthy to be his opponent. He, Yoda Yuntao, was the best spy...

A best spy should die without a trace.

He must not be hung up for public display.

'You can't kill me!'

'Why?'

'If you kill me, you won't get my information...'

'Boom!'

Zhang Yong punched the other party in the face.

Noise.

If you want to die, why are you still talking?

Now you don't want to die? Trying to be a hero? Sorry, not accepted!

'Umm...'

Yuntaro Itaya let out a muffled grunt.

Zhang Yong's punch had broken his nose in two.

He had acted without mercy.

He then drew his dagger.

You don't want to die? It's not up to you!

'I'll talk!'

'I'll talk!'

Suddenly, Yuntao Ita screamed.

Zhang Yong: ?

What? I didn't hear you clearly.

A dagger pierced Yuntao Ita's lower ribs.

Oh, it's skewered.

Pull out the dagger, ready for another...

'I'll talk, I'll talk...' Yuntao Ita shouted anxiously.

He was scared.

In that split second, he understood that he was worthless.

He might as well be a dog.

Really.

Originally, he thought that as an honourable spy, the other party would never let him die so easily.

He had a lot of information in his possession. The other party definitely wanted this information. Therefore, the other party would never kill him.

He was very confident.

Who knew that Zhang Yong was just acting recklessly. He just took out a knife and stabbed.

He was directly trying to take his life!

It was unreasonable!

It was completely out of line. His professionalism was suddenly humiliated.

However, he didn't want to die!

He was an excellent spy. But if he died, he wouldn't be.

He couldn't die at the hands of a completely unprofessional amateur.

It wouldn't be worth it.

It would be humiliating.

Really.

He was an excellent spy...

'Ah...'

There was a muffled grunt.

He had taken another stab from Zhang Yong.

It didn't hit the vital spot. But it hurt.

'You...'

'Baka...'

Yutaro Ideta really wanted to curse.

Why did you stab so recklessly? Can you be a little more professional?

You stabbed me in the vitals!

Stop stabbing me!

Ahhh...

A scream...

He received three more stabs.

Fortunately, Zhang Yong finally stopped.

He was dragged back by Cao Mengqi and Wu Liuqi. Otherwise, he would have really killed the other person.

'Money!'

Zhang Yong cursed.

Damn it, why is your vitality still so tenacious?

You've been stabbed several times in a row, but you haven't died? Does this son of a bitch have nine lives?

Yuntaro Itaya gasped for breath, 'Next door...'

Zhang Yong pursed his lips.

Someone stopped Yuntaro Itaya's bleeding. For the time being, he couldn't be allowed to die.

This guy was clearly scared. He was willing to cooperate.

No matter what kind of psychological preparation he had, he suddenly broke down when he encountered a pervert like Zhang Yong.

Humiliation!

What a great humiliation!

He was a professional and excellent spy, but was defeated by an amateur.

He couldn't accept this result...

'Where is the next door?'

'25, Huai Shu Hutong...'

'You're smart!'

Zhang Yong immediately took Wu Liuqi to Huai Shu Hutong.

Although it was said to be next door, it was actually quite far away. At least three hutongs apart. This Japanese spy is very careful and cautious in what he does.

Arrived at the destination. Found it to be a very small house. There was only one room.

Inside was only a bed. It was covered in cobwebs.

The place where the money was hidden was under the bed.

He digs it open. Inside are many oiled paper packages, big and small. There are more than ten packages.

He picks up one of the packages and opens it. Inside are silver banknotes.

This is a rare sight. Who would have thought that oiled paper packages would be used to hold money?

Who invented this?

He thought that the packages would contain German screws and engineers!

He is overjoyed.

He opens all the packages.

I found a lot of HSBC and Citibank banknotes inside.

There were about 5,000 silver dollars in HSBC banknotes. There were a bit more in Citibank banknotes, maybe 8,000 silver dollars. The banknotes were all very new, as if they had just been deposited?

I was overjoyed.

I immediately embezzled them. No one noticed.

But there were also a lot of Baoshang Bank banknotes. A rough calculation shows that there should be 50,000 silver dollars.

Not bad, this pawnshop really has oil in its water.

I thought of the exquisite German Walther PPK pistol. It seems that this Ita Yuntaro must have been of high status in the pawnshop.

Actually, this is nonsense. If his status was low, could he have controlled the entire pawn industry?

I picked up a Baoshang Bank silver note. Alas. It's a pity. It can only be spent in North China. But there's nowhere to spend it.

What a shame. I can only hand it all in.

Maybe if I meet the Red Party, I can give some to them. Even if it's a long-term investment...

Back at the Shunfeng Pawnshop,

He takes the Walther PPK pistol from Wu Liuqi and goes over to the dying Ita Yuntaro.

This guy is faking death. He's very good at it.

His injuries aren't actually that serious. When Zhang Yong stabbed him, he deliberately avoided the internal organs. He missed the vital spots.

In the short term, this guy definitely won't die. However, he's faking it as if he's about to die at any moment.

It can only be said that everyone in this business is a master. Only Zhang Yong is a rookie.

'This is a nice gun,' Zhang Yong said with a smile, "Where did you get it? Why did you give it to you?'

'We bought it on the black market," Yuntaro Ita answered intermittently.

He paid great attention to detail.

When he spoke, his voice was also very weak. It was as if he was about to die.

'Black market?'

'Yes...'

'This is a German Walther PPK pistol, and the Germans themselves don't have enough to go around. You say you bought it on the black market?'

'Yes...'

Yuntaro Ita insisted.

Of course he couldn't say that it was a reward from Seiji Kazuki.

This Walther PPK pistol was also a gift from the Germans to the Japanese embassy in Germany. There were only 100 of them.

Because of his outstanding performance, Seiji Kazuki specially rewarded him with one.

This was his pride. And also what an excellent spy deserved.

However...

Now...

This gun was in Zhang Yong's hands!

Zhang Yong was a layman!

Zhang Yong had captured him!

Yuntaro Date suddenly felt like crying. Why was this happening?

Why had such an excellent spy like himself been captured by a layman? He refused to accept it, he refused to accept it, he refused to accept it...

Zhang Yong was about to speak when he suddenly noticed someone coming in.

In order to avoid attracting attention, the Pawnshop did not close for business. But no one had ever come in before.

After all, you don't pawn things every day. Zhang Yong didn't care.

Who would have thought that at this time, a customer would actually come on their own initiative.

Everyone was looking at Zhang Yong.

No one else was around. And no one else could tell the difference!

Zhang Yong didn't care.

Just send the other person away. No trouble.

So he went to the front counter.

He noticed that the inside of the counter was very high, overlooking the other person from a position of superiority.

He couldn't see the other person's face clearly. But he could see the other person's bulging breasts. He could tell almost at once that the other person was a woman. Quite young, too.

'We're not doing business today. You can go home!' Zhang Yong said casually.

'That's not possible,' the other person said, looking up. It was indeed the face of a young woman. Quite delicate, too. 'I must get my money today.'

'I'm the boss. I set the rules. We're not doing business today.'

'My father is Jiang Chaozong!'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong hesitated.

Your father is Jiang Chaozong? You are his daughter?

Damn, what do you mean? Are you trying to scare me with your father's name?

"I don't know any Jiang Chaozong...'

'Hmph, your boss was a guest in my home last night. Who are you? Tell your boss to come out.'

'I'm sorry, our boss has gone out.'

'Then you will collect the goods. And then pay me. Otherwise, I will tell your boss behind your back.'

'What do you want?'

'A gold watch.'

'Bring it.'

'Be careful when you take it. It's a good Swiss gold watch.'

'Really?'

Zhang Yong reached out his hand. He took the gold watch.

It felt heavy in his hand. It was golden. It seemed to be real gold. There were indeed foreign characters on it.

Although he couldn't read them, Zhang Yong judged that it was the real thing.

After all, the counterfeiting technology of those days was limited. Counterfeiting of technological products was still impossible for the time being.

If it's an antique, then 101 out of 100 are fake.

'Did you have a good look?'

'I did. It's a worn-out gold watch. There are some damages on the exterior. You can pawn it for 50 taels of silver.'

'What? 50 taels of silver?'

'Yes, 50 taels of silver!'

'Can't you tell? You can't even get 5,000 taels of silver for it! 50 taels of silver? How can you be such a bad judge?'

'I don't make mistakes. I started when I was three and have been in the business for thirty years. I say it's worth fifty taels of silver, and even if the emperor himself came, it would still be worth fifty taels of silver!'

'You...'

The woman was so angry she could hardly breathe.

Fifty taels of silver! This gold watch was only shown to the other party for a glance!

It was originally bought for tens of thousands of taels of silver.

You've got to be kidding...

'You give me five thousand taels of silver!'

'Please go to another shop. I'll give you fifty thousand taels of silver.'

'Hey, what's your attitude? Tell Ma Yali to come out. I want him to personally inspect it!'

'I told you, he's gone out.'

'When will he be back?'

'In six months!'

'What? Six months? Where did he go?'

'Nanyang.'

'You...'

The woman was suddenly choked.

Gone to Nanyang? That's trouble. Why is she so unlucky?

She had finally managed to steal a gold watch, but then she met a shopkeeper who didn't know its value. He only gave her 50 taels of silver!

That's really, really bad. I've never seen anything so bad.

He knew she was the daughter of Jiang Chaozong, but he still dared to haggle like that. He clearly didn't take her father seriously at all!

"I'm telling you again, my father's name is Jiang Chaozong.'

'I don't know him.'

'You, you, you'll regret this.'

'Get lost!'

Zhang Yong was also rude.

Shut up. Otherwise, I'll jump over the counter and hit you.

He was really annoyed by this kind of self-righteous woman. Just looking at her made him want to punch her. What's the point of being pretty? She's just holding the protagonist back.

In his previous life, whether he was reading novels or watching TV dramas, whenever he saw a female character holding the protagonist back, he wanted to send a razor blade.

You can't even water the plants anymore, so you've got to arrange for a retard, right?

"Hey, what's your attitude!'

'What!'

'I'll go tell my father!'

'I'll tell you what. Our boss is Japanese. Your father can only pretend to be a grandson in front of him!'

'You, what? Japanese?'

'Our boss, Ma Yali, his Japanese name is Date Yuntaro! Did you hear that clearly? Date Yuntaro? Go back and tell your father to investigate properly!'

'You...'

The girl suddenly became discouraged.

Ma Yali is actually Japanese? That's not right!

How come...

'He is clearly Chinese. He told my father that he is Chinese.'

'That was a lie to your father. Keep an eye on your father. If your father does anything strange, he will immediately report it to the Japanese. And then your father will be in trouble.'

'You...'

'Go back and tell your father. If you see our boss in the future, kowtow obediently, or else I will beat him to death!'

'You...'

'Get out!'

Zhang Yong threw the gold watch back at the other person.

What a piece of junk! And you want 5,000 taels of silver for it! Well, I'm the boss of the pawnshop now!

"You...'

The young girl jumped in anger. She took the gold watch and walked away in a huff.

Zhang Yong slowly earned it back.

Yuntao Ita must have heard the whole conversation.

It's ruined...

It's exposed...

Zhang Yong deliberately made his identity clear.

'Anything else?'

'What?'

'You shouldn't put all your eggs in one basket, should you?'

'What do you mean...'

'I mean, you might have hidden money in other alleys?'

'You...'

Yuntao Ita ground his teeth.

This son of a bitch! He really wants money! Only the wrong name, no wrong nickname.

Just now, he was caught in the crossfire and slandered himself, and now he's here to squeeze money.

Come on, be a bit more professional, will you? At least try to get some information out of him! I know a lot of information...

'Don't be so slow. Hurry up and talk.'

'Zhang Yong, you're really bringing shame on our profession. Can't you ask something else?'

'Ask what else?'

'Information.'

'You're joking. If I ask you for information, will you tell me?'

'Of course not.'

'If you won't tell me, why should I ask you? Hurry up and stop talking. Where is the rest of the money hidden?'

'I don't have any money. I only have information. You asked for information.'

'I only want money.'

'Only information.'

'Money.'

'Information.'

Yuntaro Date and Zhang Yong got into a fight.

He wanted to teach the other person a lesson.

'So, what's the deal with Nanyuan Airport?'

'We've bribed an officer in your army. He provides us with information about aircraft movements.'

'Oh, what's his name?'

'Do you think I'm going to tell you that? Haha!'

Yuntaro Ita sneered.

Zhang Yong: ...

Damn, you think you're something, don't you?

I'll dismantle you. Dismember you...

Suddenly, a voice seemed to come from the ear: 'Zhou Yukun...'

A slight pause. A random reaction.

Is this the psychological activity of Yutaro Date? Is he thinking about this name?

Then there is no problem. The name of the person who has been bribed is Zhou Yukun.

Haha. It really was effortless.

Yuri's mind control is really something. Unfortunately, it is a passive technique.

If it were an active technique, it would be awesome.

So he deliberately smiled and said slowly, 'Let me guess? Li Yukun? Zhang Yukun? Zhou Yukun...'