Chapter 555: Baga! You traitor!

The reply from the Public Works Department finally came.

It was already night by this time. Night had fallen. The lights were just being turned on.

The Germans had successfully exerted pressure and allowed Zhang Yong and the others to search the concession.

Anywhere within Dongjiaominxiang Lane could be searched.

The prerequisite was that a constable from the concession must be present.

And the head of the concession constabulary happened to be Zhu Yuan.

If there was a special reason for not allowing a search in a certain place, the Germans would be allowed to search it themselves.

'You...'

'Firefighting team leader.'

'Understood!'

Zhang Yong nodded with a smile.

He had long since noticed that Zhu Yuan had some power behind him.

Otherwise, this guy would not have been able to be transferred so easily from Shanghai to Tianjin and then from Tianjin to Beiping.

If Zhu Yuan had not bravely saved his life, Zhang Yong, with his suspicious nature, would have suspected that this guy was following him in secret. Zhu Yuan was always there, wherever Zhang Yong appeared. If you say it's a coincidence, there have been too many coincidences.

With Zhu Yuan's cooperation, everything went smoothly.

However, they could not drive into the concession. Everyone had to walk. And they could not leave the sight of the patrolmen.

In other words, the investigation team could not act alone.

Understood.

Although I felt deeply humiliated.

This is our Chinese land, but in the end, the Chinese were subject to heavy restrictions when moving about on their own land.

But there was nothing I could do. Those were the circumstances at the time.

Such circumstances would not be resolved until 1950.

Even on 1 October 1949, Dongjiaominxiang had not yet been recovered.

'Please!'

The group entered the depths of the concession.

They saw a scene of song and dance, drunkenness and debauchery, completely different from the outside world.

There were many nightclubs and dance halls. There were beautiful women everywhere, speaking in soft voices. The dancers, dressed up in flamboyant costumes, sent them secret glances.

Beautiful women!

Zhang Yong smiled and waved at them.

Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to him. It was obvious that they were not there to spend money. Who would bother with him.

'Twenty dollars for the night.'

'That's cheap?'

'You call that cheap?'

'Of course it's cheap, only twenty dollars for the night!'

'You...'

Zhu Yuan didn't want to talk to Zhang Yong.

This freak. He really doesn't take money seriously. No wonder, it was too easy to come by.

Zhang Yong had captured so many Japanese spies that just a few of them, if plundered, would result in a large amount of money. It was even faster than robbing a bank. How could he possibly cherish it?

If anyone was to blame, it was the Japanese spies. They had plundered so much money. And then they had given it all to Zhang Yong.

The core of espionage for others is intelligence. The core of Zhang Yong's high-level espionage is money. It's always about money!

"Captain Zhang is truly rich!'

'You're too kind.'

Zhang Yong responded with a smile.

The one who spoke was Takasugi Takatoshi. He had actually reappeared.

If it wasn't for the fact that his face was covered in bruises, no one would have guessed that this Japanese man had just been slapped hard by the Germans.

The slap the Germans gave him was so loud that it shook the ground and split the sky.

It was thought that this guy would hide to recover from his injuries. After all, it was a very embarrassing thing to do. Who knew that he would actually show up again. And he acted as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Yong couldn't help but admire this guy's thick skin. It was almost half as thick as his own.

Damn. These shameless bitches are tough opponents.

If you're shameless, you can't be defeated.

What is this guy popping up out of the blue for?

Is he spying on my every move?

Fine, come on!

"Why don't you show us Captain Zhang's heroic spirit?'

'Well, I don't think that's a good idea.'

'What's wrong with that? Please, Captain Zhang, let us have a look!'

'I'm embarrassed...'

'Please!'

'Alright. I'll do as you ask.'

'Please!'

'Here I come!'

Zhang Yong took out a banknote and casually threw it over the heads of the scantily clad dancers.

Here, sir, a reward!

He was quick!

Haste makes waste.

Chen Gongpeng was about to speak but stopped.

This Zhang Yong is really childish, treating the dollar as if it were not money!

You are not going to go in and spend, so what's the point of throwing dollars around in the doorway? The Japanese are deliberately provoking you. Don't fall for it!

This Akagi Takasumi is like a mad dog, so why do you care what he does?

However, Zhang Yong had already thrown the dollars.

At first, the dancers didn't pay any attention. It wasn't until the dollars hit the ground that they realised something was wrong.

'Ding!'

What is that? Why is it so crisp when it hits the ground?

They soon realised that it was a stack of banknotes. They immediately became agitated. They hurriedly ran over to pick them up.

They were all bright white banknotes! They bounced around on the ground.

Who could sit still in such a situation?

'And there's more!'

Zhang Yong took out another stack of banknotes and scattered them.

It's fine. There are plenty of banknotes. It's no problem to scatter a few hundred at any time. It's just a joke for the beautiful woman!

Vulgar.

But he likes it.

His name even contains the character for vulgar.

'Ding!'

The sound of coins clinking was deafening.

Zhang Yong kept on throwing handfuls of coins. There were more than ten in each handful, and in the end, more than a hundred coins had landed on the ground.

The sound was more pleasant than ever.

The atmosphere was more lively than ever.

Some passers-by noticed the ocean dollars rolling on the ground and joined in the scramble.

Ninth handful...

Tenth handful...

Finally, Zhang Yong stopped.

That's enough, he had scattered all the ocean dollars he had on him.

But it's okay, he can make more.

He can just catch a Japanese spy to make up for it.

At this moment...

He, Zhang Yong...

was the most handsome guy in the whole Dongjiaominxiang!

Haha!

'Captain Zhang is indeed a rich man, I admire him!'

'It's actually nothing. I just caught a Japanese spy and earned a few hundred taels of silver.'

'You...'

Takasugi's face turned pale.

This guy caught another Japanese spy? Who did he catch? Who else has been exposed?

Baka...

It's a lie. It's definitely a lie.

He was clearly inside the concession just now, where would he catch a Japanese spy?

Baka!

Liar!

The Chinese are the most cunning. This Zhang Yong is the best of the best.

'You don't believe me?'

'I'd like to hear more.'

'Oh, he refused to admit that he was a Japanese spy. But after I beat him up, he admitted it.'

'You're forcing a confession out of him.'

'If he wasn't a Japanese spy, then I was beating up one of my own people. It doesn't seem to concern you, does it?'

'You...'

Akagi Takasumi was furious and couldn't hold back.

Zhang Yong was definitely lying. He hadn't caught any Japanese spies at all.

This son of a bitch was trying to trick him.

'So this is how Captain Zhang got his Japanese spies to confess. Impressive.'

'Do you want to learn?'

'No thanks. I won't do such despicable things.'

'Haha!'

Zhang Yong laughed aloud.

Damn it, you're a Japanese invader, and you're telling me about despicable?

In the 5,000 years of Chinese history, the number of despicable things we have done, added together, is more than what you Japanese have done in a year. You Japanese are the most despicable of all...

'What are you laughing at?'

'Sorry, I couldn't help it.'

'What are you laughing at?'

'In fact, the agents of our Fuxing Society have all undergone rigorous training, and no matter how funny something is, we will not laugh. Unless we can't help it.'

'What are you laughing at?'

'I just lied to that Japanese spy and told him my name was Sakuragi Hanamichi, haha...'

'Who is Sakuragi Hanamichi?'

'Don't worry about the details. The point is, I also gave him a name, Sakata Shintetsu.'

'Who is Sakata Shintetsu?'

'I don't know.'

'You...'

Akagi Takajun felt that Zhang Yong must be sick.

This guy's thinking was very disordered. He answered questions about everything but the topic at hand. He was incoherent. He was deranged.

I thought he was some kind of master, but I never imagined he was a psychopath. I don't understand what happened to all those other agents before me. How did they get caught? They were all excellent Imperial agents, and they were defeated by a psychopathic Chinese man?

This is intolerable!

He, Takatoshi Akagi, will take revenge! He will wash away the shame of the Imperial agents!

'Wait!'

Zhang Yong suddenly shouted.

Chen Gongpeng immediately slowed down. He looked around warily.

Zhu Yuan waved his hand, and the patrolman kept a lookout around them.

Akagi Takaharu also looked around curiously. Nothing unusual was found! What is this psychopath going to do now?

"This is Wilson Street?'

'Yes.'

'And 52 is...'

'Up ahead.'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong walked forward silently.

He remembered the address written on the note by the Japanese spy before.

It was 52 Wilson Street.

This address is said to be the Japanese spy's supply point. I wonder what's inside?

I just let the Japanese spy go, so he probably didn't have time to retrieve the contents of the supply point. Since I happened to be passing by, I'll get there first.

Even if it's just a single bullet, it'll be good.

Didn't I just throw away more than a hundred silver dollars? Now I can replenish them.

Haha.

Replenish as you go. A steady stream.

Arrived at destination. Found it to be a pawnshop. It's not a small shop.

It also had a very unusual name: New York Pawnshop.

Zhang Yong was puzzled.

There was a pawnshop in the concession?

Who would pawn their belongings here? The foreigners didn't seem to be that poor...

'It's owned by an American.'

'Oh.'

'It's a very big business.'

'Really?'

'It used to earn tens of thousands of silver dollars a month.'

'Really?'

'A lot of stolen goods.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong understood.

Zhu Yuan's last sentence was the point.

Pawnshops outside would not dare to accept stolen goods easily. It would easily lead to trouble.

Even the Shunfeng Pawnshop run by the Japanese spy would need to weigh up the situation when faced with large pieces of stolen goods. After all, he was pretending to be Chinese.

However, this New York pawnshop was not afraid of anything.

The two words New York bluntly showed that it had a very strong backing.

As long as you dare to bring something in, he dares to accept it. No questions asked. He would even accept the Monkey King's staff.

Of course, things of unknown origin will definitely be greatly undervalued.

In fact, some of the cultural relics that have been lost overseas in later generations have gone out through such channels.

Zhang Yong thought of taking the four-digit number. Maybe it's related to the pawnshop?

He decided to go in and give it a try. Maybe it would work?

He entered the pawnshop.

He came to the front of the counter.

There is no high counter here.

The counter is flat.

There is no old shopkeeper with reading glasses.

There is only an American woman sitting there. She has a stern face. She doesn't smile.

Zhang Yong doesn't say anything either, and hands over the slip of paper.

The woman takes the slip of paper, looks at the numbers on it, and then picks up a bundle from the floor and hands it to him.

She puts her hand up. She waves her hand. She looks disgusted.

Zhang Yong: ???

What's going on?

Don't you need a password? Don't you need a voucher?

You can just take the four numbers and come and collect it? Isn't that a bit insecure?

And, you old woman, what's wrong with your eyes?

Who are you despising?

I'll pretend you're despising Takatoshi Akagi. I'll let you off this time, but next time I'll have a go at you...

Grudgingly, he takes the bundle and brings it over.

He goes to the corner of the room. He puts it on a table and opens it.

Oh, there's not much in it. Just some silver notes. All with a face value of 200 silver dollars. Fifteen in total. That's 3,000 silver dollars.

That's not the point.

Zhang Yong doesn't need silver dollars right now.

He finds another booklet. It's also only eight pages long. It looks like a telegram code.

It's incomplete.

It's exactly the same as the one he found last time.

He puts it away.

He sees a boat ticket. It's for the day after tomorrow.

Is that Japanese spy running that fast? He's leaving the day after tomorrow? Then my own plan...

He walked out of the pawnshop.

Neither Zhu Yuan nor Chen Gongpeng asked.

There were some things that Zhang Yong didn't want to say, and they didn't want to know.

Only Chikara Takasugi spoke coldly.

'Out of money?'

'Yes.'

'Pawned your things?'

'No.'

'Admit it! There's no shame in it.'

'Really not. It's something left behind by a Japanese spy. He probably came to collect it, so I took it.'

'You're lying!'

'Look!'

Zhang Yong deliberately took out the banknotes.

Akagi Takaharu's face suddenly turned unnatural. So many banknotes? Damn it! Is what Zhang Yong said true?

This damned son of a bitch really caught another Japanese spy just now?

Damn it. Who else has been exposed?

It doesn't matter if he's been exposed. How did he come to have so much money?

It's a full 3,000 silver dollars! It's all in Zhang Yong's hands. This guy just threw away over 100, and now he's made over 3,000...

Damn it!

He really did spend the Japanese spy's money!

Ahhh...

Akagi Takajun felt so miserable.

Another 3,000 silver dollars had been lost. If this continued, who knew how much more would be lost?

It's fake...

He told himself frantically.

It's all fake. Absolutely fake. It's all Zhang Yong's acting.

Yes, Zhang Yong is acting...

It's all his little tricks. No Japanese spies were caught at all. And there was no loss of 3,000 silver dollars...

'Let's go!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

The group continued walking.

Akagi Takasumi gritted his teeth and continued to follow.

He was frustrated.

He was suffocating.

However, he couldn't leave.

He had to follow Zhang Yong and be ready to react at any time.

The Miyamoto family had indeed been injured and needed to be treated as soon as possible. He absolutely must not let Zhang Yong find the place where they were being treated.

'Hey, old man, come play...'

Once again, he saw many beautifully dressed and flirtatiously charming dancing girls.

Unfortunately, at this moment, Takaharu Akagi no longer had the heart to provoke Zhang Yong. He had a vague feeling that something was not right.

His emotions told him that what Zhang Yong had said was all a lie. It was all a lie...

However, his rational mind told him that Zhang Yong was telling the truth. Zhang Yong did catch a Japanese spy...

Confusion...

'Mr. Akagi!'

'What?'

Akagi Takaharu reflexively answered. He subconsciously covered his waist.

Then he realised that he was already being pointed at by numerous dark, black guns.

It turned out that his subconscious actions had attracted other strong reactions. It almost turned him into a hornet's nest.

'Misunderstanding!'

Akagi Takaharu hurriedly raised his hands.

Then he realised that this was the wrong move. Why was he raising his hands? He wasn't surrendering! He angrily put his hands down. His face was very ugly.

'Mr. Akagi!'

'Yes?'

'What are you doing in Beiping?'

'What's it to you?'

'I'm asking you seriously. You should give a formal answer.'

'Why?'

'Because you're going to have a very hard time meeting me.'

'You're joking!'

'You don't believe me?'

'Of course I do!'

Takatoshi Akagi replied proudly.

Zhang Yong then nodded. He turned back and waved at Chen Gongpeng.

Chen Gongpeng came up.

'What is it?'

'Arrest that guy selling fried chestnuts.'

'The one in front?'

'Yes!'

'Okay!'

Chen Gongpeng immediately led his men into action.

He didn't even ask why. Because there was no need to ask. Asking would be considered spying. The person being arrested was a spy.

'Don't move!'

Several people pounced on the target and seized him.

Takatoshi Akagi watched all this with confusion. Then he looked at Zhang Yong. Frowning. Not understanding is one thing.

Soon, the target was escorted back. It was an old man. A frail old man.

'What are you doing?'

'Sorry. I've arrested another Japanese spy.'

'What? Haha!'

Takatoshi Akagi suddenly burst out laughing. He found it very funny.

A Japanese spy? This old man roasting chestnuts is actually a Japanese spy? That's hilarious. You, Zhang Yong, are the one who identified yourself as a Japanese spy, right?

You just picked up any Chinese person and pretended that they were a Japanese spy? You really have a brilliant track record!

They say that when you Chinese fight a war, you like to kill innocent people and take the credit. And now you're still doing it.

This old man is a Japanese spy?

Haha!

If he is a Japanese spy, I'll eat the stove for roasting chestnuts.

'Pah!'

'Pop!'

Zhang Yong went up and gave him two slaps directly.

The old man struggled desperately, but in vain. His hands and feet were all tied up.

Two solid slaps, all on the face.

'Ah...'

Zhang Yong withdrew his hand. It hurt.

Breathing in a cold gasp. Teeth gnashed. Son of a bitch. Careless.

Akagi Takasumi suddenly felt like laughing again. There was no way around it, it was just too funny. This Zhang Yong was definitely deeply psychotic.

Then he saw Zhang Yong pull out a dagger.

'Captain Zhang, are you trying to take credit for someone else's work?' Akagi Takaharu's sneer was undisguised.

'Let me show you a trick.' Zhang Yong didn't even turn his head. He raised the dagger and plunged it into the old man's cheek. Then he dug and pried with all his might. It was as if he were peeling bark.

Akagi Takaharu: ?

What's going on?

What kind of punishment is this? Is it directly lethal?

Who can withstand the sharp dagger stabbing and slicing at the face? The whole face will be cut off.

However, he soon realised that something was wrong. No blood was flowing. Nor was the face skin cut open. On the contrary, the sharp dagger seemed to have encountered an obstacle and could hardly get the face skin to open. In the end, Zhang Yong had to be fierce and give the handle of the knife a hard slap before the face skin could be picked open.

To be precise, it wasn't the face skin. It was the skin.

It was a thick layer of skin used for disguising. It was a dull yellow colour. It was almost the same colour as human skin.

Disguising?

Akagi Takahisa suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

Damn it!

The target was actually disguising.

That's troublesome.

How could a normal person disguise themselves?

Only special professions require disguising. Damn it.

Could it be that Zhang Yong really had captured a Japanese spy?

Damn it...

Who is this?

What is he doing here? Is he so poor that he has to sell roasted chestnuts?

'Peel it open!'

Zhang Yong retreated angrily.

He was tired. That layer of skin was very difficult to peel open. It was similar to the plastic of later generations.

The reason he didn't like disguising was that some of the materials used for disguising were very, very toxic. Some were also very painful. He couldn't bear it.

He would rather be exposed than disguise himself.

Light makeup and a moustache are fine.

But this thick skin, for example, is made of some kind of material I don't know. It's very hard. Once it's formed, it's almost impossible to change. The head is stuffed inside, and it needs to fit snugly against the scalp. You can imagine how uncomfortable it is.

'Bang!'

Several people come up and violently dismantle it.

After a while, they finally remove all the prosthetic materials.

During the process, the Japanese spy screamed in pain. As a result, his mouth was blocked by a rag. He couldn't scream. In the end, his face was covered in blood and flesh.

Pulled the rag away.

'Cough...'

The Japanese spy coughed desperately.

The violent disassembly just now almost killed him.

He could never figure out why he was arrested. Who exactly betrayed him?

Could it be...

Suddenly, his gaze was ferocious as he stared at Takaharu Akagi.

It's him!

It's definitely him!

He's been hanging out with the Chinese!

He watched as he was arrested, unmoved, and even gloating!

"Baka!'

'You traitor!'

'The Empire of Japan will never let you go!'

'Bah!'

The Japanese spy yelled furiously.

At first it was in Chinese, but then it was all in Japanese. Outrage. Gibberish.

The last mouthful of phlegm fell heavily on Akagi Takajun.

Akagi Takajun: ?

What's going on?

Why are you cursing me? HAGAKU! You...

Then he reacted. Damn. The other person really is a Japanese spy! The other person really is an agent of the Empire of Japan!

This is going to be fatal!

Zhang Yong has actually caught another Japanese spy!

Eh?

Why did he say 'another'?

Does that mean he already believes that Zhang Yong has caught one before?

Damn it...

Why is this happening?

Why did the Japanese spy suddenly get arrested when he was just walking along?

"Take him away!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand. He was very disappointed.

There really wasn't any money on the Japanese spy. Not even one dollar.

He was currently disguised as an old man selling roasted chestnuts, so how could he have any money on him? There were just some very small bills. Totally worthless.

Sigh...

It was a waste of time.

He had to feed him when he was arrested...

It's not enough to cover the expenses...

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw a figure hurry past.

Almost without thinking, he immediately marked her on the map. Then he stared at her movements.

Strange, why was she here?

It turned out that what she saw was actually Xia Lan. The female doctor. The one he had already victimised.

The last time he met Xia Lan, it was on the train. She was wearing make-up at the time. After that, he had no idea where she went. He put her back. He never thought he would meet her here.

He was puzzled. What was she doing here?

Her profession was doctor. Could it be that she had a patient to attend to?

Without thinking, Zhang Yong thought of the Japanese soldier who had been injured. It could be the one from the Miyamoto family.

If there were no accidents, it was impossible for this Japanese soldier to be sent to the hospital. That would leak information.

The Japanese would also not be able to invite outsiders to treat them. They could not be trusted.

Fortunately, Xia Lan was there.

Xia Lan used to be a surgeon at the Jinling Army General Hospital...

Never mind, these days, subjects are not so clearly divided. Even veterinarians dare to operate on wounded soldiers.

With Xia Lan's skills, as long as there are surgical instruments and medicine, she is perfectly capable of removing the bullet and cleaning the wound. The rest is a matter of medicine. The Japanese certainly don't lack medicine. Or rather, the Miyamoto family must be able to get the best medicine.

Then there's no need to search.

Just keep an eye on Xia Lan and you'll find the wounded.

Of course, you need to cover it up a bit. Otherwise, it'll look like you're too amazing. No good. It's too exciting for Takasugi Akagi.

You see, just catching a Japanese spy in front of Takasugi Akagi seemed to be too much for him to bear. He actually shut up.

'Mr. Akagi...'

'Are you okay? Do you want me to catch a few more Japanese spies so you can get used to it?'

Zhang Yong said very concerned.

In the end, Akagi Takaharu didn't say anything, and he turned around and left in a huff.

He couldn't take it.

Really.

He had been spat on by one of his own.

He came to his senses. The Japanese spy who had been caught thought he was a traitor. He thought he was the one who had ratted him out.

He felt aggrieved...

depressed...

He needed time to be alone...

'Go!'

Zhang Yong didn't care about Akagi Takaharu.

What a joke, he thought, he thought he was some kind of master, but he was defeated in one round. It was not challenging at all.

He might as well go arrest someone from the Miyamoto family. Maybe that would be more exciting?

He silently followed Xia Lan as she moved.

He always kept a straight line distance of 200-300 metres from Xia Lan.

At such a distance, Xia Lan would not be able to sense someone following her from behind. The other Japanese people should not be able to sense it either.

Eventually, Xia Lan entered a small domed building and stopped moving.

Could the injured Miyamoto be here?

Stay calm. Continue to observe silently.

After about ten minutes, Xialan began to move again. He walked in a north-northwest direction.

'Map.'

'Here!'

Zhang Yong took the map and checked the north-northwest direction.

The fact that the system map did not have names marked on it was always a problem. You had to check it against a real map to know where you were.

After a while, Zhang Yong was sure that Xialan was heading towards the French Concession.

Inside Dongjiaominxiang, there was also a division of spheres of influence. Britain and France both had their own strongholds. The other countries were not as obvious.

Could Gongben be hiding in the French Concession?

It was possible.

The French and Germans did not get along. They might try to find ways to obstruct the Germans' search.

The Japanese were very clever to use the French as a front.

At this moment in time, France was still the number one power in mainland Europe. It was also the world's number one military power.

If Zhang Yong were to tell someone now that Germany invaded France, the French only resisted for less than two months before surrendering, I'm afraid everyone would think he was crazy. How could such an absurd thing possibly happen?

'Shaolong...'

'The Japanese soldier we wounded is here.'

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