Chapter 582: Police Station

Zhang Yong was no saint.

He was good to those who were good to him. He remembered that. He also remembered those who were not good to him.

He could understand those who just hung around.

But if someone tried to stir up trouble behind the scenes, then sorry.

He was the team leader of the Special Branch of the Restoration Society.

This secret service was in fact the nature of the Imperial Bodyguards. He could act first and report later. Or not report at all.

In fact, compared to the real operations of the military intelligence, he was still too kind.

The civilised education of later generations had given him a lot of constraints.

'I know some of you don't like me. But it doesn't matter.'

'I don't like you either. I also want to screw you. If you're capable, come and mess with me. Let's see who laughs last.'

'A friendly reminder: if you don't have the ruthlessness of the Japanese, don't try it.'

Before Li Boqi arrived, Zhang Yong directly assumed the role of the villain.

Those white oceans of money were a temptation. His words were a threat.

Coercion and enticement, a two-pronged approach.

The carrot and the stick were always the most effective way to send a message.

Obey and you'll get meat to eat. You'll get money.

Disobey and you'll get a spanking and be sent home.

Choose for yourself.

Anyone who isn't a fool will choose the former.

Wave your hand. Drag up the Japanese spy you just caught. Press him to the ground. Tie him up. A black gun is pointed at his back.

'Are you crazy?' Lin Beiqiu is shocked. He thinks Zhang Yong is going to kill him on the spot.

'What's your name?' Zhang Yong asks coldly.

Lin Beiqiu: ??

puzzled. What does he mean?

He then realises that Zhang Yong is asking the arrested policeman.

'Zhou Yuan...'

'I asked for a Japanese name.'

'What?'

'You are Japanese. Do you want to deny it?'

'I, I'm not Japanese.'

'You are Japanese.'

'I'm not...'

Zhou Yuan was getting anxious.

Of course he was Japanese. He had hidden it very well.

He had entered through very special channels. Cao Jian Zhang had personally arranged it. No one knew.

So he firmly denied it.

He believed that Zhang Yong would not be able to find evidence against him.

'Japanese?'

'Zhou Yuan is Japanese?'

At this point, the surrounding policemen all looked at each other.

They were surprised and yet half-believing. How could Zhou Yuan be Japanese? How was that possible?

Anyway, this Zhou Yuan is usually pretty low-key. He doesn't look anything like a Japanese at all!

'Do you know why I executed Cao Zhang?'

'He was a traitor. A traitor.'

'No.'

'What then?'

'It was because he promised to confess. I only gave him a quick death.'

'You...'

'He confessed to me. There were three Japanese in the Tianjin police station. I have the names here...'

Zhang Yong casually pulled out a piece of paper.

He waved it in Zhou Yuan's face. There were indeed three names on it.

Zhou Yuan suddenly reached out and snatched the piece of paper from him. He quickly crumpled it up and then swallowed it.

He then gulped it down. His eyes almost popped out of his head.

'What are you doing?'

'You forged the list. You forged it.'

'Since I forged it, what did you grab it for? And why did you swallow it?'

'I...'

Zhou Yuan was suddenly at a loss for words.

The policemen around him immediately sensed something was wrong.

This Zhou Yuan, there was something wrong with him.

He was a real Japanese spy.

Only a Japanese spy would be so nervous.

Only a Japanese spy would grab the list and swallow it without thinking.

Suddenly, two policemen in the line dashed out. They fled in all directions. They were extremely fast. No one else reacted.

'Japanese spies!'

'Japanese spies!'

Lin Beiqiu cried out subconsciously.

However, his voice was too small. It was too weak. Not many people heard it.

'Japanese spies!'

'Japanese spies!'

The remaining policemen were all stunned.

Someone followed suit and shouted.

My God, there really are Japanese spies! They are fleeing!

Careless.

They actually let them get away.

This Zhang Yong, he didn't even make proper arrangements, and let the Japanese spies escape.

Luckily, there was still one remaining spy...

However, suddenly, the spy let out a muffled grunt, and then his mouth was full of blood.

'Ah...'

'Hold him down!'

'Hold him down! Prise his mouth open!'

'Quick!'

The other policemen reacted.

This spy was going to bite his tongue. He was going to bite his tongue off!

Damn. This son of a bitch. Definitely a Japanese spy. Who else would treat themselves like this? Only a Japanese spy would be so crazy.

One of the policemen who rushed up fastest came up and held the Japanese spy down, prying open his mouth.

However, it was too late. The tongue had been bitten off.

This Japanese spy was indeed very crazy. Very unconvinced. With a mouth full of blood, he still glared fiercely at Zhang Yong.

The policeman tried to restrain the spy, but Zhang Yong waved him off.

There was no need. Let him live or die as he wished.

Other people might need a confession or information. But Zhang Yong didn't need any of that. Since the spy wanted to die, he would let him.

The spy who died afterwards was the best spy. Who said that? Wang Qinian.

The policeman let go.

The spy then bit his tongue as hard as he could. Then he realised something was wrong.

Huh?

Why didn't the other person stop him?

Why was the other person just watching him so coldly? As if he were at a show?

"Baka!'

the Japanese spy muttered indistinctly.

He suddenly regretted biting his tongue. It made him unable to swear.

He thought he was important and might be interrogated. He would be tortured. So, he reflexively bit off his tongue. To show his unyielding resolve.

However...

He realised that he had been thinking too much.

Zhang Yong didn't care whether he lived or died. He didn't even look at him. He looked at him as if he were an ant.

Yes!

What's the difference between a worthless spy and an ant?

What good would it do him to bite his tongue, except to increase his own suffering? The person he was facing was Zhang Yong. No one else. The Japanese spy had captured thousands of spies, if not more. How many did he know of in Tianjin alone?

Their gazes met.

Zhang Yong gives the other person encouragement. Go on, bite!

Go on, bite. Bite yourself to death. I don't want anyone else to do it. If you die, go to the toilet in the shrine of the gods of war.

The result...

It's embarrassing.

The Japanese spy suddenly doesn't want to commit suicide anymore.

Suicide in humiliation is like being watched like a monkey. Of course he can't stand it.

Zhang Yong frowns. Then he blinks.

What's going on? Go on! Why have you stopped?

Aren't you unyielding?

Aren't you extremely fanatical?

Aren't you going to repay the country seven lives?

Keep biting!

But the Japanese spy refused. He stood there with blood all over his mouth. Not moving.

Zhang Yong: ...

Rubbish. Not even brave enough to commit suicide. Despise you!

Too lazy to pay any attention to the other person.

Waves his hand.

Call that policeman over.

Just now, this policeman also took part in the excavation. Quite hardworking.

It seems. He really is inconspicuous. And he doesn't seem to be very good with words. He has been working silently all along. He carries the heaviest loads.

'What's your name?'

'Liu Huaihong.'

'Good. I'll remember you.'

'Yes.'

'Stand next to me.'

'Yes.'

Liu Huaihong walks over and stands next to Zhang Yong.

In fact, Liu Huaihong is not young. He has also been a policeman for many years. But he is just like everyone else.

The police station before was in complete chaos. It seemed that an old workhorse like him would never get ahead.

He couldn't tell whether it was good or bad that the Fuxing Society had taken over.

He hoped it was good!

At this time, two groups of people appeared. They were each escorting a person.

When the crowd took a closer look, they were shocked to see that they were the two Japanese spies who had escaped before. They had been caught. They were all bound up like dumplings.

The crowd suddenly fell silent.

So they didn't escape after all!

We thought they'd made it, but no, they've been caught again.

This Zhang Yong is really something.

No Japanese spy can escape his clutches.

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

Wu Liuqi pulled the rags from the mouths of the two Japanese spies.

'Why are you arresting me?'

'Why are you arresting me?'

'Brothers, the Fuxing Society wants to wipe us out!'

'Brothers, if the Fuxing Society kills me, it will be your turn next. Everyone, rise up and rebel...'

The two Japanese spies both yelled, trying to create chaos.

However, the other policemen remained indifferent.

They were not stupid.

Those two had fled so quickly just now, and they definitely had something on their minds.

No one else had fled, just those two. And now they were talking nonsense. Did they really think that we Chinese were all fools!

Sure enough, the two Japanese spies shouted and shouted, and then realised that something was wrong.

'Baka!'

One Japanese spy suddenly cursed in Japanese.

He felt that there was no need to hide his identity anymore. He had been caught anyway. He was exposed.

'Baka!'

The other Japanese spy yelled in agreement.

Sure enough, even though they had been caught, they were still very arrogant. After all, they had never seen Zhang Yong's methods.

Zhang Yong pursed his lips.

The crowd pounced on the two men and beat them up.

They stopped only when the two men were badly beaten, their faces swollen and bruised, and they could hardly be recognised as human beings.

There was nothing else to it, just a pure beating.

There was no interrogation.

'Yang Zhi!'

'Yes!'

'Tie them all three up under the flagpole, and hang a sign on each of their chests. Say they're Japanese spies.'

'Yes.'

'Then take their photos and publish them in the newspaper. I'll pay for the costs.'

'Yes!'

Yang Zhi immediately went to make the arrangements.

By the way, he also captured the Japanese spy who had bitten off his tongue, and tied them together around the flagpole, back to back.

Then he took the photo.

Then he sent someone to develop the photo.

Then he went to notify the newspaper. He arranged for it to be published in the newspaper tomorrow.

'Front page!'

'Give 1,000 free copies of each newspaper. What nightclubs, dance halls, and foreign consulates, all free distribution. I'll pay for it.'

'And give 100 copies of each newspaper to the Japanese concession,'

Zhang Yong continued to give orders.

Li Boqi said, 'The top spy in the Japanese concession has been replaced?

Toiihara Kenji has brought in a fresh batch of people? Let's see what happens!

Let's create some news and see how the Japanese respond.

If you want to ransom someone, it's easy. It's only 500 silver dollars per person. Good value for money. No matter old or young...

'Now, everyone, go back to your posts.'

'Who is in charge of communication?'

Zhang Yong raised his voice.

After a moment of hesitation, two veteran police officers stepped forward.

Zhang Yong ordered, 'You are responsible for passing on the message to the others. Everyone must report back immediately. The day after tomorrow, at 9am, there will be a roll call. Anyone who is not back will be fired. Pack up and leave.'

'Yes,' the two veteran police officers replied hurriedly, and then got to work.

'Who is in charge of weapons and ammunition?'

'I...'

'Take me there!'

'Yes!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand. Go check the weapons and ammunition in the police station.

It's on the first floor. The weapons room is quite large, about 200 to 300 square metres. But there are very few weapons. There are only about 100 rifles. They're pretty old. There are more than 1,000 rounds of rifle ammunition. There are also more than 30 pistols. They're also pretty old. There are a few hundred rounds of pistol ammunition. The rest are batons.

Police batons are not considered weapons. You can carry them with you personally. You can take them home. You don't have to pay for them if you lose them. Just find someone to make a new one for you.

'Did anyone take a gun home?'

'No.'

'Show me the register.'

'Yes.'

Zhang Yong carefully checked the register and found nothing unusual.

He was actually acting as a scout, simply getting a brief overview of the situation. Later, when Li Boqi arrived, he would naturally follow up.

Zhang Yong had a vague feeling that Li Boqi might have to stay in Tianjin for a long time. He might even have to stay until the Marco Polo Bridge Incident.

Or, after Tianjin fell, Li Boqi might continue to stay here and continue to fight in secret.

Perhaps, in the future, Tianjin would become Li Boqi's territory.

That place on the Bund was too important and too conspicuous, and there were too many people fighting for it. Li Boqi did not have a deep enough background or a powerful backing, and he could not win.

In fact, Tianjin is quite good.

This place will fall soon, but the Eighth Route Army will soon arrive.

No matter what Li Boqi is thinking. But there is no doubt that he will continue to secretly help the Red Party. By then, Tianjin will be able to directly contact the Eighth Route Army. Things obtained from Tianjin can directly fall into the hands of the Eighth Route Army.

Tianjin is the most important port in North China for the Japanese invaders. Basically, all the weapons and ammunition that the Japanese army in North China needs has to be unloaded in Tianjin. Therefore, there is a lot of military supplies here. Zhang Yong should be able to get a lot of it. And then directly give it to the Eighth Route Army to kill the Japanese invaders.

In addition, the most important point is that as long as Li Boqi is in Tianjin, it is impossible for traitors like Wang Zhulin to continue to appear here. After the Japanese invaders launch a full-scale invasion, it can also cause greater damage to the Japanese invaders.

'Where is the dining hall?'

'This way.'

Zhang Yong arrived at the dining hall. He found it very simple.

It was just a single-storey building with a tiled roof. The tiles were not properly fixed. There were obvious signs of water leakage on the floor.

Then he looked at the food that had been prepared. There was not much meat. It was all Chinese cabbage. It was winter. There was only Chinese cabbage. It was not very nutritious. It was just boiled Chinese cabbage.

Rice? No. Just steamed buns. All yellow. Natural. No additives. Absolutely healthy. But with natural buns and boiled cabbage, I don't think you can eat five or six buns a day for long.

'What is the current standard food budget?'

'One yuan per person per month.'

'How much is that in dollars?'

'Half a dollar? Probably not enough. It's a bit short...'

'From now on, the monthly food budget will be raised to one dollar per person.'

'Huh?'

'In a moment, you go and collect 1,000 dollars for the reserve.'

'Yes...'

The chief of staff was very happy.

One dollar per person per month was quite a lot.

The others were also very happy.

They should be able to eat a little bit better now.

In fact, Zhang Yong could easily afford to pay two dollars per person per month for food. But that would be too conspicuous. And it wouldn't be good either.

It would be less than what others were getting, but more than what others were getting.

The main problem is that he is not yet earning enough. Since taking over the police station, he has not even opened for business yet!

The dozens of baskets of cash outside were not earned in his capacity as police chief. In a moment, he will change into his police uniform and go out to earn some more money.

This is called keeping business and personal matters separate.

Only what is earned in one's capacity as police chief can be spent on the police station...

'Where is the Chief's office?'

'Second floor.'

'Is there an elevator?'

'No...'

'Show me.'

Zhang Yong arrived at the Chief's office.

It was quite impressive. Inside were mahogany sofas. They were heavy.

These days, solid wood sofas don't seem to be worth much. There are plenty of forests everywhere, and wood is cheap.

No one is speculating on so-called mahogany or anything else for the time being. The price is just the usual solid wood. It may be slightly more expensive. The main requirement is that it is sturdy and durable. Strong. It needs to be big and impressive. So all the sofas are very big.

The desks are also very big. The chairs are also big.

Frankly, it's much more luxurious than Li Boqi's office in the Shanghai office.

Unfortunately, as the head of the department, he doesn't have many good days left.

By the time of the July 7th Incident, the police station will definitely be occupied by the Japanese invaders. It will be the Japanese's world then.

Damn...

So depressed...

I clearly know the course of history, but I'm powerless to change it...

Broken system, you could have just given me a few hundred J-6s, and I would have bombed the Yamato Hotel in the first wave...

I don't have a good life, and you little devils can't enjoy it either.

Suddenly, a red dot enters at the edge of the map. It seems to be driving. It's very fast. It arrives directly at the front door of the police station.

A moment later, Yang Zhi comes up and reports:

"Captain, a Japanese has arrived and specifically asked to see you.'