Chapter 537: The Imprisoned Lion

Zhang Yong stood back and watched the fun.

He wasn't good at this kind of fighting and killing. Of course, he let other people do it.

The others didn't feel any problem either.

'Wang Dong' was responsible for finding people. They were responsible for catching people. The cooperation was seamless.

Also standing back and watching the fun was Zhao Guanglin.

Zhao Guanglin did not have a gun in his hand, so of course he was also standing back. In fact, he was not good at fighting either.

Strictly speaking, none of the police officers brought by Pang Yu were professionals. They were all ordinary people. They did not have any special skills. They were far from the special agents trained by Yu Lexing.

Pang Yu himself did not have any special skills either.

No wonder his father refused to let him go to war. Going to war meant death.

Fortunately, the Japanese spy did not have a weapon in his hands. It seems that he is not very good at fighting. He can still be captured by a few people.

'Pop...'

'Po...'

There were chaotic sounds coming from inside the house.

Soon, Wang Qiancheng was dragged out.

He was tied up in all directions. His mouth was also gagged. He was still trying to scream.

Pang Yu gave him two slaps, but he was still not convinced.

Zhang Yong came forward and said coldly, 'Stop screaming. If the British find out you're Japanese, you'll die even more miserably.'

Wang Qiancheng struggled desperately, his face red and his neck reddened, but gradually he gave up.

There was no way out, he was cornered.

Yes, his biggest enemy was actually not the policeman in front of him. It was the British.

He was responsible for infiltrating the British Embassy and gathering information on the British. The British thought he was Chinese. That was why they hired him. If they knew he was Japanese...

the only result would be a secret disposal.

Either he would be buried on the spot, or he would be thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

Don't doubt the British way of handling things.

Over the past two or three hundred years, the British have killed countless people and conquered cities like crazy.

How did the British Empire get its name?

How did the world's largest colony come about?

It has nothing to do with civilization.

Zhang Yong walked backwards.

He suddenly remembered something. Wang Qiancheng's umbrella.

When they fled just now, Wang Qiancheng decisively threw away his umbrella. No one found anything wrong with that.

The umbrella was in the way. Of course you have to throw it away when you flee. But Zhang Yong thought back: what if there was something hidden inside? What was the point of Wang Qiancheng holding onto the umbrella in the bright sunshine?

Was it a secret meeting place?

Or was there something hidden on the umbrella?

He had to check it carefully to be sure.

He found the umbrella.

It looks fine. Pick it up. Slowly open it.

Examine it carefully. Sure enough, on the inside of the umbrella, there is a small pattern stuck on. Looks like a raccoon?

Think about it. Does this raccoon pattern have any special meaning?

Or did the child stick it on?

Bring the umbrella back.

'What...'

'Send someone out immediately. Pull out all his information.'

'Okay!'

'Focus on his marriage, family, finances, relatives, etc.'

'Yes!'

Pang Yu immediately arranged for it to be done.

None of them had ever captured a Japanese spy before, so they didn't know what to do in the specific process.

Now that 'Wang Dong' had given the order, everyone immediately got to work. Pang Yu didn't feel anything was wrong either. As long as they could capture the Japanese spy, he didn't care about anything else.

'Let's go take the tram.'

'What for?'

'I suspect that Wang Qiancheng will meet up with someone else on the way. I want to check along the way.'

'Good!'

'Wear plain clothes. Bring short guns. Take the same tram.'

'Good!'

Pang Yu continued to make arrangements.

It so happened that there were clothes in the safe house. There was quite a complete range of quantities and styles.

Not only were there enough clothes, there was also some loose money. Including banknotes and silver dollars. There were leather boots and cloth shoes. There were also cotton gloves. And scarves.

Basically, in this safe house, most people were able to completely 'change their appearance'.

This made Zhang Yong more and more certain that this Wang Qiancheng was no ordinary person.

The seven pistols seized earlier happened to come in handy. One for each person. Zhao Guanglin was also among them. He was also given a revolver. There were also two 10-round magazines.

What about Wang Qiancheng?

Of course, he took it with him.

Get in the car.

Zhang Yong calculated the time. More than an hour had passed.

If Wang Qiancheng had an appointment with someone, the other person might have already left. If the time was missed, they would definitely not wait long. And they knew that Wang Qiancheng had had an accident.

However, Zhang Yong had to see for himself along the way to feel at ease.

What if there were red dots along the way?

What if there were hidden Japanese spies at the stations along the way?

They could be arrested together.

'Clang, clang...'

'Clang, clang...'

The tram began to move.

Wang Qiancheng is pressed against the back row of seats.

Zhang Yong stands in the middle of the aisle, silently monitoring his surroundings. Staring at each red dot.

One after the other, red dots appear at the edge of the map. Unfortunately, they are all quite far away. Two or three hundred metres, it seems. Obviously, they have nothing to do with Wang Qiancheng.

The tram stops, but doesn't...

keep going...

The second stop, nothing...

The third stop, nothing...

Until the end of the line, no suspicious targets are found.

However, it cannot be ruled out that Wang Qiancheng would have changed routes and taken other trams.

But Zhang Yong did not have enough time to track down every route. This method was too inefficient. It would be more straightforward to take the person back for questioning.

'Let's take him back!'

'Good!'

A group of people returned to the Menglan Street Police Station.

The three captured Japanese spies were also all brought back. It was already nightfall when they returned to the police station.

'I'm going to see the station chief.'

'Wait here for a moment,'

Pang Yu said, hurrying off.

Zhang Yong silently compared the map, and soon discovered that this police station was very close to Dongjiaominxiang Lane.

In a way, Menglan Street Police Station might also be monitoring Dongjiaominxiang Lane. For reasons that could only be understood but not spoken of, there were things that could only be done but not spoken of.

Dongjiaominxiang Lane was a place outside the law.

It's full of foreigners. It's full of foreign embassies.

The British, American, German, Japanese, Soviet, Italian, Spanish, and so on, all have embassies here.

The Japanese embassy is here too.

It's not just an alley. It's a huge area. It's very large.

It's even bigger than the British concession in Tianjin.

There are a lot of foreigners living here. A conservative estimate is that there are tens of thousands of them.

Zhang Yong raised his binoculars and scanned the area, and saw many fair-haired white Russians. They were the easiest to identify.

Inside Dongjiaominxiang, there is also the embassy of the old Tsarist Russia.

It is a very strange existence.

The old Tsarist Russia no longer exists, but its embassy remains.

At the same time, the embassy of the red Soviet Union is also here.

It can only be described as chaotic.

In theory, the capital of the Republic of China should now be Jinling.

However, the official embassies of many countries have not yet moved to Jinling. The Jinling side is generally called a consulate.

For example, the Japanese Consulate-General in Jinling. Not a formal embassy.

The reason for this is that Chinese society at the time was very chaotic. It confused the foreigners. It was decided to remain unchanged in the face of change.

A very strange phenomenon at the time was that the foreigners also couldn't figure out which was the orthodox one, Beiping or Jinling. The flag was constantly changing. So they didn't bother moving. They continued to work in Dongjiaominxiang.

It wasn't until the Japanese invaded China and North China fell that the British and American embassies gradually moved to Nanjing.

Since it was a place outside the law, the Chinese couldn't exert jurisdiction there.

It was full of An Nan constables or Indian constables. There were also a few guard units from various countries.

For example, the United States Marine Corps had about 50 people stationed there.

As the local power representative in North China, the 29th Army naturally didn't dare offend Dongjiaominxiang.

Outside Dongjiaominxiang, there were also a large number of Chinese police stationed. The general Chinese public was forbidden to go near, in case there was a repeat of the Boxer Rebellion.

These police officers were under the jurisdiction of the Menglan Street Police Station. This was also a major feature.

'Wang Dong!'

'Wang Dong!'

Suddenly, Pang Yu appeared in a hurry.

His expression was excited. It seemed as if something extraordinary had happened. He kept waving his hand at Zhang Yong, indicating that he should hurry over.

Zhang Yong walked quickly over.

'Something wonderful has happened. The police chief wants to see you.'

'The police chief?'

'Yes. The police chief of our Menglan Street sub-station. His name is Tong Zhongting.'

'Oh...'

'He's not actually from a police background. He used to be in the 29th Army's Da Dao Team. He was temporarily transferred here. He has a cousin called Tong Linge...'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong was a little surprised.

Tong Linge's cousin? This cousin is quite something!

He died tragically fighting the Japanese invaders. His name is mentioned in almost every history book.

'When you speak to the Commissioner, don't beat around the bush. Just tell him what happened.'

'Understood. What does the Commissioner want with me?'

'Isn't it the Dongjiaominxiang Street? Shots were fired there. Two Germans were killed.'

'Germans?'

'Yes. I don't know who would want to do that to Germans. They killed two German military attachés. It seems they also stole something.'

'Really?'

Zhang Yong was secretly puzzled.

Germans killed? Things were robbed?

Strange, who would do that to the Germans? What did the Germans do to offend anyone?

It's not strange for the Japanese invaders to do so. How could someone kill Germans? No, that's not right! Who would hate the Germans so much?

The reality at that time, the way the Chinese people felt about the Germans, seemed to have always been good.

Whether it was Beiping or Jinling, the impression of the Germans was extremely good. The authorities could not have planned the assassination.

Therefore, Wang Tianmu can be ruled out first.

It definitely wasn't the Special Branch of the Restoration Society.

Odd...

Strange...

I can vaguely smell a conspiracy. But I don't know where it is...

'Director!'

Pang Yu led Zhang Yong to a very large office.

It was really, really big. It felt about the size of a classroom in the modern era. It was filled with all kinds of miscellaneous objects. A police officer with messy hair was busy working.

He didn't know what document he had seen. His brows furrowed. He threw it aside directly.

Well, he threw it very hard. The document flew at least five metres. Then it fell to the ground.

He didn't even look at it. He picked up another document, glanced at it, and threw it away casually. It flew another five or six metres. Then it fell to the ground.

Zhang Yong: ...

Is he really Tong Zhongting?

Holy shit. His hair is a mess. It's practically an afro!

If he dyed it a different colour and changed his clothes, he'd be a perfect example of the hairstyle from the future. This is the first time I've seen such an avant-garde hairstyle.

He is convinced.

He really has character.

Just looking at him, you can tell he's impatient with the work in front of him.

So, here's the question: Who transferred him here? Is this a joke? No wonder the office is so big – they need the space to throw papers around!

'Director!'

Pang Yu speaks again.

The cop, who was throwing papers around, finally looks up.

Zhang Yong: ...

Wow! His eyes are bloodshot.

What on earth had happened to make the head of the Big Knife Squad so grumpy?

Then he saw the other person stand up.

Then he realised that the other person was worthy of being in the Big Knife Squad. Immediately, after standing up, he looked very imposing and strong. He was a full half head taller than Zhang Yong.

The key was his hands, which were really strong and powerful. It was as if it would be a waste not to mention a 50-jin (1 jin = 0.5 kg) big blade.

The Big Knife Squad of the 29th Army was a nationally renowned existence.

They used large blades made of cast iron. They were powerful. It was all about strength. There was no skill involved. It was just a matter of fighting to the death.

'Director, I've brought Wang Dong.'

'Wang Dong!'

Pang Yu motioned for Zhang Yong to come forward.

Zhang Yong walked over. He stood there, straight and still.

Tong Zhongting stared at him. For a moment. Then he walked over. He took Zhang Yong's hands in his own. He felt them. He let go. He looked at the hollows of Zhang Yong's shoulders.

'You never served in the army?'

'No.'

'Have you ever held a gun?'

'Yes.'

'What kind?'

'A Qiqiu.'

'How many rings can you hit?'

'I've never tried...'

Zhang Yong answered politely.

How many rings can you hit? I definitely can't say! It's so embarrassing.

'You're very good at catching spies?'

'Not bad...'

'Good. I'll start the paperwork now. From now on, you'll be a full member of the Menglan Street Branch.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong was stunned.

Another establishment? It seems a bit fast!

Before, Li Boqi at least tested him for a few days. Now this guy just looks and feels, and then recruits him?

It feels like this establishment has no value...

You can just waltz in. It definitely has no value!

'Don't you thank the Director?'

'Thank you, Director!'

'Pang Yu, I'll leave the Dongjiaominxiang matter to you.'

'Yes.'

'Go!'

'Yes!'

Pang Yu led Zhang Yong out.

Zhang Yong followed silently behind.

'He's very capable. You don't want to mess with him,' Pang Yu said suddenly.

'Who?' Zhang Yong didn't react.

'The head of the department.'

'Him?'

'Our 29th Army has more than 100,000 men, but none of us can defeat him. Even Chen Gongpeng couldn't beat him in more than ten moves.'

'So he...'

'Before, a Japanese ronin challenged him, and he beat him to death with a series of punches. The Japanese demanded an explanation, so they had to let him temporarily take off his uniform and come here to be the head of the department. It's a way to avoid the storm.'

'Ah...'

'With my build, I wouldn't even grunt when he punched me. I'd just die.'

'Huh...'

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

No wonder Tong Zhongting was so grumpy. He was obviously feeling aggrieved. He was stifling his emotions.

Who wouldn't be stifled? He killed a Japanese ronin. Instead, he had to take off his uniform. He had to hide here. It would have been better to fight the Japanese and die with a bang.

He is like a lion in a cage! He has all the strength in the world, but there is nowhere for him to let it out.

However, he is not alone.

He has a cousin. And other relatives too. You can't just do whatever you want without thinking about the consequences.

Alas, what a society...

Fortunately, after two more years of suffering, the Japanese invaded China in full force, and he was able to let loose.

If the 29th Army didn't work, there was still the Eighth Route Army.

If you want to kill the Japanese in a big way, joining the Eighth Route Army is undoubtedly the best choice.

With the Eighth Route Army, you can use all your skills. You can kill as many Japanese invaders as you want. The more you kill, the more rewards you get.

'You're back?'

Zhao Guanglin came up to greet him. The others also came up to him.

Obviously, they were all concerned about what good news Pang Yulin had brought back. They captured three Japanese spies. And they seized quite a lot of things.

'The head of the department said that we can distribute all the seized goods among ourselves.'

'The more Japanese spies we capture, the better.'