Chapter 641: Mace

Zhang Yong looked back.

He surveyed the vast army he had temporarily pulled together.

What a motley crew!

Although there were many fancy weapons, he always felt that they were not as intimidating as Thompsons.

If only there were 20 or 30 Thompsons.

Alas, they were not available...

The original Thompson is completely imported by smuggling. The price is very expensive. The price may exceed 150 US dollars per gun.

At this time, 150 US dollars! How much can you buy? It's expensive.

No wonder only the mafia in the United States can afford it. Because the mafia doesn't lack money. The US military can't afford it.

Raise your fists.

Everyone immediately focused on him.

Zhang Yong came straight to the point.

'There are people from the Party Affairs Investigation Department in front of us.'

'About thirty people. All armed.'

'I'm going to lead you all in and scatter them. Are you brave enough?'

'If not, you can stand in the back.'

'I'm the leader of the Special Services Department of the Restoration Society. We're arch-enemies of the Party Affairs Investigation Department. You'll be following me, and you'll be fighting the Party Affairs Investigation Department all the time...'

'Can we just shoot them?'

Zhao Hai was eager to try. The others also had an expectant look on their faces.

Zhang Yong realised that his opening remarks were useless. These people can't wait to fight with the Party Affairs Investigation Department.

It's not a matter of whether they have the guts.

It's more of a question of whether

he can control the situation.

These guys can't wait. If they want to go up there, they'll just start firing. They'll kill everyone.

To be honest, Zhang Yong wants to do the same. But he can't!

No matter how crazy he is, he can't just go up there and start firing. He'll just kill dozens of people.

Although the Party Committee Chairman deliberately created conflicts and caused discord between the Party Affairs Investigation Department and the Special Branch of the Restoration Society, it was more conducive to control. However, the situation could not be allowed to get out of hand.

To open fire as soon as you go up is to massacre. The other party would definitely have to complain to the Party Committee.

You would not be able to justify yourself.

Last time, Ye Wansheng fired first, and then Cao Mengqi and the others came to support him, and that's when the fight broke out.

Because Ye Wansheng fired first, you were in the wrong. Therefore, no matter how heavy the losses, Xu Enzeng dared not report it. Both sides concealed the incident. Therefore, the Committee Chairman definitely did not know about it.

But now it's not possible.

'No,' Zhang Yong shook his head, "unless the situation is very tense, otherwise, no one can fire a shot.'

'Then can we use clubs, stones, bricks, or machetes?" Zhao Hai asked excitedly again.

Zhang Yong: ...

This seems to be possible.

As long as no one fires a shot, any cold weapon is fine.

'Yes,' Zhang Yong answered affirmatively.

He also did not emphasise that people could not be killed.

This sentence could not be spoken. Otherwise, the momentum would be lost.

Both sides had already started fighting. And you are still restraining your subordinates from killing people. That's not funny. That's just asking for death.

How did Emperor Jianwen end up? It was just silly.

Even though Zhu Di had already rebelled, he still ordered his subordinates not to harm Zhu Di's life.

That's ridiculous.

How can you fight a war when you've received such an order?

So, his order was not binding in any way. As long as it's a cold weapon, attack!

Kill or injure.

As long as it's not a gunshot, the person who dies deserves it!

So...

Zhao Hai waved his hand. Everyone immediately went to get their weapons.

Some took clubs. Some took hoes. Some took shovels. Some took poles. There were also hatchets, machetes, maces...

etc!

Whose mace?

Zhang Yong feels a little dizzy...

Fierce...

Who got the maces from where?

Dizzy!

This thing is very fierce!

You guys...

definitely aren't monks.

If they were monks, Zhang Yong would have eaten the maces.

Turning his head, he sees a blacksmith's shop next to him.

Oh, so the maces were made inside. There are also a large number of weapons of the eighteen types inside.

They had previously found sticks, poles and other things lying around, so they immediately barged into the blacksmith's shop and armed themselves.

They had swords, spears, halberds and everything else.

But the most common weapon was the mace.

They were all made from real iron. They were heavy. They were hard and tough. But if you hit someone with one, it would definitely break their bones.

The poor blacksmith's shop owner, an old man and a young man, looked at them in horror.

Zhang Yong: ...

walked over to them helplessly.

The boss looked at him with equal parts horror and confusion.

So many people.

So many guns.

What was the point of all this?

"Boss, don't worry. I'll pay. Just tell me how much it all costs.'

'You... you...'

The boss thought this was just a polite way of saying "no", and didn't dare to actually charge him.

Zhang Yong took out his pistol, pointed it at him, glared at him, and shouted angrily:

'Just do it!'

'Hurry up and do the math! I'll pay you double!'

'Hurry up!'

The boss was terrified.

What? Is there really someone like this?

He hurriedly did some calculations. In fact, it wasn't much. A little over 100 taels of silver.

Pig iron wasn't very valuable. It was mainly the labour. Both the father and son had worked hard to forge it. But not many people were buying it. It had been sitting unsold for a long time.

'Okay, I'll give you 200 taels of silver!'

'And make me 50 more maces! I'll come back to collect them in a month!'

'Okay, I'll give you another 200 taels of silver!'

Zhang Yong is not short of money.

How could he bully such a poor commoner?

If he is going to bully someone, he should bully the Party Affairs Investigation Department.

Looking around, he found that there were a total of 30 maces. Good. Not bad. This immediately gave him a sense of power.

The flower mechanism is only moderately intimidating. But the mace is extremely intimidating.

Cold weapons are used in combat. I'd like to see who dares to take on the mace head-on...

Good, everything is ready.

Let's go, then.

A huge procession marches forward.

Everyone has a gun in their hands. And all kinds of cold weapons.

The first 30 people in front of them all have maces. They carry them on their shoulders. As if they are afraid that no one will see them.

The Axe Gang is very powerful?

Haha. Compared to the maces, the axes are just for show.

Soon, they encounter someone from the Party Affairs Investigation Department.

One of the secret agents looks at the huge crowd and his face involuntarily changes.

Who is this?

There are so many people.

And they're coming at us with such force. I don't dare stop them.

Do you want to die?

You'll be trampled to death. You'll be crushed to a pulp.

'Come here!'

Zhang Yong pointed at a secret agent.

The secret agent couldn't help but feel a tingling in his scalp. Cold sweat broke out.

Damn, what is the other party going to do?

Vaguely, he guessed Zhang Yong's identity.

Such a large group, and not in uniform, it seems to be only...

Yes!

It's their opponent.

Secret agents from the Fuxing Society!

Damn it...

What are the Fuxing Society doing here?

Are they here to kidnap someone?

I wanted to report this, but I was afraid. So I had to come here with a stiff upper lip.

'I'm from the Secret Service of the Fuxing Society.'

'My name is Zhang Yong.'

'What are you doing here?'

'You're interfering with our official duties. Please withdraw immediately.'

Zhang Yong came straight to the point.

The advantage was that there were many of them. And many guns. Many weapons.

There are more than 100 of us against 30 of you. Three against one. It's a bit of a motley crew, but it'll scare the other side.

'We...'

The secret agent is completely intimidated by Zhang Yong.

No, to be precise, he is intimidated by the people behind him. He can see all those bald heads too.

His heart sinks.

So many bald heads, they look tough.

There are so many people and so many guns.

So many weapons!

And so many maces...

Oh my god!

A mace!

Made of cast iron. Covered in spikes.

Glinting in the light.

It's terrifying.

It's deadly.

Why is he carrying this thing?

What is Zhang Yong up to? Is he going to start a gang fight? He wants to die...

If such a mace fell, it would crush an iron man. Not to mention a mortal body? I was so nervous that I almost peed my pants on the spot...

'Which one of you is leading the group?'

'It's our director, director Feng Jiliang, director Feng...'

'Oh, it's director Feng! Alright, step aside. I'll speak to your director Feng.'

'Yes, yes, yes...'

The little spy felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He hurriedly stepped aside.

Then he noticed that he was covered in cold sweat. It was the middle of winter, and he was sweating.

There was no way around it, he had been really scared.

The guy in front of him was Zhang Yong!

Who didn't know about Zhang Yong's brutality? Anyone who didn't would already be three feet high.

Ye Wansheng was the nephew of Deputy Director Ye Xiufeng!

He had been beaten so badly.

The others...

'Captain Zhang.'

At this time, Feng Jiliang appeared.

In fact, Zhang Yong knew Feng Jiliang. Definitely. He had read the file.

It was as if Feng Jiliang definitely knew Zhang Yong. The Party Affairs Investigation Department's database contained a photo of Zhang Yong. Personality analysis. And other records.

As long as it could be collected, it would be collected and organised. And it would be the focus of attention.

Feng Jiliang was not a key target on the secret service side. But after all, he was the director of the Party Affairs Investigation Department. The equivalent of a team leader.

'Director Feng, I've been promoted. Now I'm a team leader too.'

'Oh? Congratulations! Team Leader Zhang is young and accomplished, and I really admire him.'

'Director Feng, I'm sorry, but I need to search the area for Japanese spies. Could you please evacuate for the time being? I apologise for any inconvenience.'

Zhang Yong first used politeness to get his way.

This is how all subsequent announcements would sound.

It was all very polite. But there was no room for negotiation.

Inconvenience is inconvenience. Get lost!

You'll have to forgive me!

Don't make me repeat myself!

It doesn't matter who you complain to. He's just being so arrogant.

'Team Leader Zhang...'

Feng Jiliang looked very embarrassed.

Zhang Yong didn't say a word. They just stood facing each other. Behind him, the troops were silently closing in.

They were all black.

They were all armed.

In the middle, there was a gleaming mace. It looked very menacing.

Feng Jiliang: !@#¥%...

You bastard Zhang Yong!

You son of a bitch are bullying us again!

Please accept our apologies for any inconvenience caused. How can you say that?

You son of a bitch...

However, he dared not speak out.

Zhang Yong had many people. Many guns. In a fight, they would definitely not be a match.

The point was that Zhang Yong had come prepared.

This son of a bitch even brought the maces. And so many of them.

You son of a bitch. Why didn't you bring Pigsy's pitchfork too?

Bastard...

It turned out that Zhang Yong had a pitchfork in his back.

Feng Jiliang: !@#¥%...

Okay. I give up.

You're someone I can't fucking mess with.

I'll roll!

I'll hide!

That'll do.

He didn't want to end up like Ye Wansheng!

Ye Wansheng was now suffering from a psychological block after Zhang Yong beat him up. He couldn't help shaking when he heard Zhang Yong's name.

But...

There are still some words of courtesy that need to be said.

'Team Leader Zhang, actually, we are arresting the Red Party...'

'I understand. I am also arresting Japanese spies.'

'Well...'

'If you are not convinced, you can complain to the higher-ups, saying that I am suspected of being a member of the Red Party and that I deliberately let the Red Party escape...'

'Goodbye!'

Feng Jiliang immediately ordered a retreat.

He was decisive.

If he continued to argue, he would definitely lose out.

The man left. Of course, inside, he was full of inner criticism. You fucking red suspect? You're not worthy!

The Communist Party would never want trash like you! Look at yourself in the mirror!

Damn it. The Party Affairs Investigation Office is just unlucky. It's been targeted by this guy. It's downright lawless.

However, don't even think about complaining.

Complaints from the Party Affairs Investigation Office against the Fuxing Society Secret Service are nonsense.

Even a blind man knows that these two departments are always at loggerheads, clashing all the time. What's the point of complaining if there are always clashes?

Who are you going to complain to?

Who are you going to complain to?

Last time in Hangzhou, Zhang Yong was said to have refused to give the director of the department face.

Still complain?

Save it.

Go to sleep.

'This Feng Jiliang...'

Zhang Yong felt a little regret.

The mace didn't come in handy! The other party ran away.

He ran away decisively.

Never mind, the person ran away. The Red Party should be fine.

Zhang Yong didn't care who was inside the cheongsam shop. They had been given the opportunity to evacuate. If they evacuated immediately, they would be fine.

Zhang Yong himself was preparing to evacuate when suddenly, a red dot entered the edge of the map.

It then quickly approached the cheongsam shop.

Heh heh...

Is this considered walking into the net?