Chapter 578: Deserves to die

Just as he walked out of the coffee shop, another red dot appeared on the map.

This red dot was moving very fast. It was coming down the street. Judging from the speed, it was driving. Moreover, the speed was extremely fast.

There was only one Japanese invader. He was not accompanied by anyone else.

Who could it be?

Zhang Yong quietly slowed his pace.

Behind him was a wall. It happened to be between him and the Japanese killer. It blocked the Japanese killer's view.

At all times, he was very cautious, for fear of being exposed.

If the Japanese killer was a psychopath, and he were to show even half of his head, then he would be in trouble.

Many people had fallen before victory.

And victory had not yet been achieved.

Soon, the red dot appeared at the entrance of the café. Sure enough, it was a car.

A black sedan came rushing madly. It seemed as if it wanted to crash into the café. But suddenly it braked.

When it stopped, the car clearly lurched. I don't know if it was a result of improper operation or just a flurry of activity.

Then the door opened...

Very roughly. It was as if someone had kicked it open from the inside.

There was no movement.

I didn't see anyone get out of the car.

Zhang Yong: ?

What's going on?

Everyone else was raising their guns and bracing themselves.

After a while, a man staggered out of the car.

He was covered in blood. His clothes were red with blood.

There was also a lot of blood on his face. It was almost impossible to make out his original appearance.

'Wang Zhulin!'

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to Zhang Yong's mind.

He remembered. The bloody man in front of him was actually Wang Zhulin.

It was weird.

What happened to him?

Was he being chased? Chased by the Fuxing Society?

There didn't seem to be any pursuers behind him. No one was coming up the street. There was no other movement around either.

However, Zhang Yong did not immediately walk over.

He discovered that the place where Wang Zhulin got off the car was also an ideal sniping point.

From the position where the Japanese killer was hiding, there was nothing in the way to the parking spot. Although the distance was 300 metres, it was perfectly possible to kill him with a single shot.

Damn it. It was another trap.

This damned Wang Zhulin, even in death, wanted to take him down with him.

Wang Manyuan set a trap and waited for me to fall into it. It didn't work. And now Wang Zhulin is here again. He's even disguised as a bloody corpse.

Haha. You think I'm really a rookie!

I'm careful about everything. You want to kill me, it's not that easy!

Zhang Yong waved his hand towards the distance.

Wu Liuqi came over quickly.

Zhang Yong nudged him. Then he made a hand gesture.

Soon, four veterans went up and arrested Wang Zhulin. They took him to a wall.

The wall just happened to block the view of the Japanese killers. Zhang Yong was relieved.

Meanwhile, other agents were quietly on guard around the perimeter. The furthest forward was 100 metres away. This was to prevent any surprise attacks.

The result...

No movement.

It was still quiet all around.

Apart from the sudden appearance of Wang Zhulin, there was nothing unusual.

Zhang Yong then walked over.

'Fake?'

'No. It's real. There are three gunshot wounds and three stab wounds, all fatal. He's not going to survive.'

'Oh?'

Zhang Yong's expression changed.

This Wang Zhulin had committed countless crimes, too many to list.

He didn't care if Wang died. Even if he didn't die, Zhang Yong would kill him himself.

Just like he killed Wang Manyuan. No amount of money could bring her back.

However, it is indeed strange. Who would dare to attack Wang Zhulin? And with a knife wound? Could it be Chen Gongshu?

To be honest, apart from Chen Gongshu, no one else would have the opportunity to get close to Wang Zhulin. Shooting is possible. But not stabbing.

Wang Zhulin, this big traitor, is still very vigilant. He doesn't trust anyone.

Except the Japanese...

Huh?

The Japanese?

A strange thought flashed through Zhang Yong's mind.

and came to Wang Zhulin's side.

At the moment, Wang Zhulin was already a little delirious.

However, when he saw Zhang Yong, he recognised him immediately. He then reached out his hand. He struggled to grab something in the air. In the end, he grabbed nothing.

Zhang Yong had no mercy.

This guy also deserved to die. He had caused the deaths of so many compatriots.

Even if the other person offered all their wealth, he would not spare the other person. Because he would feel guilty. He didn't want such money.

'Zhang...'

Wang Zhulin called out in a hoarse voice.

Zhang Yong's expression did not change.

He just silently watched the other person.

He watched the other person's life force fade away.

'Zhang...'

Wang Zhulin continued to call out.

His voice was weak, as if he were on his last breath, but he was unwilling to give up.

His hands were desperately clawing, as if he were a drowning person grasping for a straw.

Unfortunately, he could not catch it. Zhang Yong did not move.

The people around him also kept their distance from Wang Zhulin. They said that they had not seen anything.

Great traitor, you deserve to die.

Betraying your country, you deserve to die a thousand times.

'Cough... cough...'

'Cough... cough...'

Suddenly, Wang Zhulin began to cough, and a flush of red appeared on his cheeks. He also became more energetic.

A return of one's faculties?

Zhang Yong thought of this term. Maybe so.

If his faculties have returned, it means he will die soon.

In fact, this guy has been spared.

To die like this...

Originally, Zhang Yong was going to prepare the other person with the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty as a luxurious feast, but now it is estimated that it will not be used.

'Zhang Yong!'

Wang Zhulin finally called out.

Zhang Yong rolled his eyes.

What's the fuss?

Do I know you well?

Get out!

Oh, the other person can't get out.

The other person is about to die. It is difficult to make even one more movement.

'Zhang Yong...'

Wang Zhulin continued to call out.

Then, with trembling hands, he pulled a piece of paper out of his bosom and tried to hand it to Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong didn't move.

No matter what Wang Zhulin gave him, he wouldn't take it.

He was that resolute.

'Zhang Yong...'

Wang Zhulin continued to call.

At this point, his eyes began to lose focus.

Zhang Yong: ???

Isn't this a return of the light?

It's only a matter of seconds? Less than a minute?

"Don't give it to the Japanese!'

'Not to the Japanese!'

'I'd rather give it to you!'

Wang Zhulin said, word for word.

Zhang Yong: ?

What's going on? What does it have to do with Lao Jiang?

Anyway, you big traitor, you're about to die, who are you going to slander? Lao Jiang, for one thing, didn't surrender.

Finally, he reached out and took the blank piece of paper.

He found several addresses written on it. They were all very inconspicuous places. He didn't know what they were for either.

'Who did this to you?' Zhang Yong finally asked.

'The Japanese killed the donkey after unloading the mill,' Wang Zhulin said angrily, 'the one who did it was the Huoyao Society.'

'What is the Huoyao Society?'

'The core of the Black Dragon Society. It's all the major Japanese families.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong looked indifferent.

He originally wanted to say that you deserve it. But in the end, he didn't say it.

Because Wang Zhulin was already dead.

He had passed away.

He had fallen to the ground.

There was no sound from him anymore.

Ah...

Zhang Yong let out a small sigh.

He was still a kind and merciful person! He didn't even spit on him.

This big traitor deserved to die.

He betrayed his own countrymen by siding with the Japanese invaders. He killed so many innocent people. In the end, he died at the hands of the Japanese invaders, which was a fitting death.

Do you really think the Japanese treat you like humans?

When they need you, you're just a dog. When they don't need you, you're not even worth a dog!

The gunshot wounds and stab wounds on his body can be explained.

They must have been inflicted by the Japanese soldiers who ambushed him. But it's surprising that none of the wounds were fatal. It shows that Wang Zhulin was also incredibly cunning.

This guy probably didn't completely trust the Japanese either. Otherwise, he simply wouldn't have been able to escape.

'Serves him right!'

Finally, she let out an expletive.

Wang Zhulin definitely deserved it.

Looking at the blank piece of paper in her hand, she wondered what it meant.

There were so many addresses, seventeen in total.

Could it be his lover?

He has to take them all?

Bah!

He put the notes away.

He waved his hand and told someone to bury Wang Zhulin and Wang Manyuan together.

This was truly doing good deeds. At least these two people were not left to rot in the wilderness. If someone else had come, who knows?

He sent someone to drive the car away. The car was in perfect condition. That's fine. It would be rude to refuse.

Wang Zhulin is dead. The goods he left behind have become ownerless. The virtuous man deserves to live in them. He, Zhang Yong, is certainly qualified.

Continue to monitor the Japanese killer. The other party is still inactive.

Apparently, it is very patient.

Zhang Yong can only take the initiative.

He has already wasted more than ten days for nothing, and he can't waste even one more hour.

Set off.

Wear Zhou Cang and quietly detour.

He leaves Dian Wei in place to ambush. As soon as the Japanese killer makes a move, he will kill it immediately.

Circling.

Keeping a distance of 300 metres.

Moving quietly.

Half an hour later, Zhang Yong finally approaches the Japanese soldier.

At this time, his position is almost a right angle to that of Zhou Cang. After widening the angle, he finally sees the Japanese soldier.

From the binoculars, he can see half of the Japanese soldier's face. Only half. He can only shoot half of it.

He looked sideways at Zhoucang. Zhoucang nodded. It meant he had seen it too.

'Are you sure?'

'I'll give it a try!'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong nodded.

It's fine. Let's do it.

Even if the first shot misses, it will scare the Japanese soldier. As long as the Japanese soldier is scared, and makes a dodging movement, then Dian Wei over there will have a chance.

This is called a crossfire. You don't let the Japanese soldier get away.

Zhoucang decisively pulled the trigger.

'Bang!'

The gun fired.

Zhang Yong followed suit and lowered his head.

He was worried that the Japanese soldier would fight back.

A moment later, the red dot on the map disappeared.

Good!

It's done.

Zhang Yong let out a sigh of relief.

He had successfully killed the other person.

It seems that this Japanese soldier killer is not that good. He was taken care of by a shot from an angle.

Stand up.

This time, he needs to go and check for himself.

Send a safety signal. Then he crouched down and went over. He wasn't worried that the target wasn't dead.

Since the system had determined that the target was dead, there was no way that a tragedy like Zuolan's would happen. If there was, he would accept it. If the system wanted him dead, what could he do?

Sure enough, he was unharmed.

He went over to the target.

He found that the target had been shot in the head. He couldn't have died any more.

The bullet that Zhoucang had shot had passed through the cheek and pierced the head.

The 7.62 x 63 mm bullet used in the American Springfield M1903 rifle was very powerful. It directly punched a large hole through the head. It was very frightening.

But after being shot in the head, there was also a problem, which was that it was impossible to accurately determine who the person was.

Even if it was someone from the Miyamoto family, it was impossible to tell.

Frown. No choice.

Search the body.

Nothing was found.

There was only a Type 44 rifle and 20 rounds of ammunition. Five rounds in the chamber. There were also three magazines.

Nothing else. There was nothing to indicate who the person was.

'Captain, who is this guy?'

'Probably a member of the Miyamoto family. But it's impossible to tell for sure.'

Zhang Yong could only give a vague answer.

This was the side effect of the scope. You could shoot someone dead. But you wouldn't know who it was.

Fortunately, it didn't matter who it was.

As long as they dared to come, they would be eliminated on the spot.

Since the person had already been killed, they decided to retreat decisively.

Looking at the sky, it wasn't too late. There was still time to go to the address Wang Zhulin had given.

He took out a blank piece of paper and pondered. He looked for the address closest to him. It was at 17 Taihe Street. He immediately brought his team and hurried over.

Half an hour later, they arrived at their destination. They found an abandoned house.

The exterior was already in a very dilapidated state. It was also uninhabited. There didn't seem to be anyone around. It was a mess.

There were no doors or windows, and everything inside had been removed. It was estimated that it had been visited countless times by thieves and vagrants. What could there be in a place like this?

Gold and silver?

Weapons and equipment?

Definitely not the latter. The latter would have been displayed by the system.

Before he died, Wang Zhulin wanted to take the blank piece of paper with him. Just before he died, he handed it to himself again. He also specifically instructed that it not be given to Chiang Kai-shek or the Japanese. It must be something very important. In that case, let's try to dig and have a look.

'Do it!'

An order was immediately given to dig up the ground.

Thieves and the like could not possibly dig up the soil. Therefore, the treasure must be underground.

Hoes and shovels were fetched and everyone got to work.

Dig, dig...

Dig, dig...

They dug until they reached a depth of two or three metres, but still found nothing.

Strange, there's nothing here?

Keep digging!

Zhang Yong couldn't believe it.

If there's nothing here, he'll just go back and tell Wang Zhulin to forget about it...

'Bang!'

Suddenly, a dull sound came from deep underground.

It was the hoe hitting a stone slab.

Zhang Yong let out a sigh of relief. Since there was a stone slab, it meant there must be something underground.

'Come on!'

'Someone!'

They pried open the stone slab.

Oh, it was a cellar.

Inside the cellar were eight wooden boxes. They were tightly sealed.

Working together, they carried the boxes out.

They pried open the boxes.

Sure enough, they were all filled with banknotes. They were neatly packed.

Zhang Yong picked up one banknote and opened it. Yes, it was filled with shiny banknotes. They looked very new. The edges were also very neat.

He opened a few more at random. They were all high-quality Eagle dollars. Not Yuan Datou.

A rough count: there are 100 in a box.

There are 50 in a beautiful envelope, so a box has 5,000. Eight boxes, so 40,000.

Not bad.

This trip wasn't a waste.

There's no need to dig Wang Zhulin up and burn him.

Let him rest in peace where he belongs.

Forty thousand dollars...

That's not bad...

I guess all this wealth was Wang Zhulin's private stash.

This guy is also cunning and has not told the Japanese everything he knows.

However, he also can't trust Chiang Kai-shek.

Sigh...

This is a bit of a problem.

The Japanese definitely can't give it to him. Chiang Kai-shek can't give it to him either. So...

Zhang Yong will have to take it himself.

It's not what he wanted.

It's to honour the wishes of the deceased. Right?

However, now that the address has been exposed, it is obviously impossible to swallow it all.

Moreover, it is all in cash, and he cannot possibly fit it into his personal space. It takes up too much room. Personal space is precious.

Suddenly, he remembered something.

It seems that he does not have any personal influence!

Nor does he have any informants.

Back in Shanghai, Li Boqi often reminded him to develop informants and to have multiple hiding places.

Now, he finally gradually understands. Li Boqi is really sincere.

Perhaps even his own son has not been taught with such care.

Without a little personal power, it is inconvenient to do something that cannot be seen by others.

For example, how can the 40,000 taels of silver be embezzled privately?

If it is exposed, it can only be handed over.

In the end, it will fall into the pockets of the Fuxing Society. In the big picture, it will also go to Chiang Kai-shek.

Therefore...

I still need to get some personal power.

If necessary, you can hide this money.

So...

Where do I start?