Chapter 649: Account Book

'Ah...'

Zhang Yongqing couldn't help but let out a low cry.

For a moment, he thought he was seeing things.

So many Thompsons!

And they're all imported originals!

We've made it!

There are six in a box!

Each costs more than 100 US dollars...

No. They're priced but not sold.

You can't buy this stuff with US dollars right away.

The main problem is the distance.

It's a whole Pacific Ocean.

By sea, it takes more than a month!

And there's no guarantee of safety on the way.

Even if you set a price of $150 per bottle, you need special channels to get it.

Then you have to board the ship on the other side of the Pacific and travel thousands of miles to China. Who knows what could happen in the meantime. No one can guarantee anything. The money you have spent could be gone in no time. In short, its landed price is quite staggering.

Pick it up.

It's heavy. It feels very heavy in your hands.

One characteristic of the original Thompson is that it is heavy. It feels very substantial.

In fact, it is not suitable for Asians.

Many American veterans also dislike using it. They find it too heavy. It is a heavy burden.

After all, it is a big guy with a 11.43 mm caliber. And it comes with a 100-round drum. The weight is directly over 12 pounds. The average person can't hold it with one hand.

Therefore, later improved versions all use 30-round magazines. Or even 20-round magazines.

'Boom!'

'Boom!'

Continue to pry open the other wooden boxes.

Found two more boxes of Thompsons. Each box also has six.

The other two boxes were magazines. Thirty-six in each. Sixty-two in total.

The final result was eighteen Thompson submachine guns. Each with four magazines. But no shotguns.

Which meant that if the bullets in the magazines ran out...

Wait.

Zhang Yong's mind lit up.

His personal space had a special section for ammunition.

This ammunition did not take up personal space. It was like an equipment slot. It provided a certain amount of bullets from time to time.

The exact quantity is unknown. It all depends on the mood of the system.

Open.

Sure enough, there were 11.43 mm bullets inside.

Without making a sound, he took some out. One after the other, he took more than a hundred. He still hadn't finished taking them out.

There were probably about 500? The last time, there were also about the same amount.

The system was low on energy, so it could only provide some bullets at random. Don't even think about firearms and the like.

Of course, it was better than nothing.

'Team leader, whose gun is this?' Zhao Hai asked Zhang Yong in a low voice.

'Mine,' Zhang Yong answered directly.

Zhao Hai was about to speak, but then stopped.

He quickly understood Zhang Yong's meaning.

Whoever it belongs to, as long as it is in my hands, it is mine.

This kind of mysterious way of hiding weapons is obviously not from a regular source. Even if it is lost, they dare not disclose it.

It is all illegal business. It is most suitable for blackmailing.

With Zhang Yong's personality, he will pluck the feathers of the goose that has passed by. How could he let it go?

Sure enough...

'Arm yourselves!'

'Wear them on your body!'

Zhang Yong ordered. He distributed all the Thompsons. Each squad had at least two.

This made it seem like they had a slightly stronger firepower.

Otherwise, with only revolvers and rifles, as well as machine guns, it was never intimidating enough.

The 30-round magazines of the machine guns and the 100-round drums of the Thompsons are a completely different story when it comes to actual combat.

The power of the 7.63 mm bullets and the 11.43 mm bullets is also incomparable.

The latter can easily pierce various obstacles. Quite sharp.

'Keep searching!'

'Look around and see what else there is.'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

The map shows that the surroundings are empty.

But what if there were silver notes? What if there were silver dollars?

However...

There weren't.

This small house was basically empty.

It was probably being used for the first time. A batch of weapons and ammunition was delivered here. And then he, Zhang Yong, happened to intercept it.

So...

'Retreat!'

Zhang Yong led the men away.

He searched towards a nearby weapon sign.

If he remembered correctly, the nearby weapon signs should have been left behind by the Japanese invaders posing as police officers.

Sure enough, after approaching the target location, they found a Ma Si Huan rifle.

Yes, indeed, those from last night.

In addition to the rifle, there were also three magazines. Together with the bullets in the chamber, there were a total of 20 rounds.

Continue searching.

They found five more Ma Si Huan rifles. There were also some bullets.

There should be four more. But they haven't found them yet. They may be hidden further away. They are already beyond the radius shown on the map.

Call it a day.

First come back to Logistics Warehouse 026.

What a bad memory...

It was supposed to be the 026 logistics warehouse. But I wrote it down as 028. Luckily it's fine. I can just change it whenever I want.

Organise the captured weapons and ammunition, as well as the ones we originally carried.

Keep all the extra weapons in one place.

Before, there were more people and fewer weapons. Now there are fewer people and more weapons.

Then...

Zhang Yong set off again.

This time, he only took two small teams. About 30 people.

There are ten teams in total, and except for those on duty, all the others work in three shifts. Two teams are dispatched at a time.

If reinforcements are needed, they will contact each other by phone.

Someone has been sent to the telecommunications office to arrange for the installation of telephones. Three will be installed directly.

In addition to the 026 logistics warehouse, Zhang Yong has also bought several inconspicuous houses in the nearby streets, and installed telephones in them as well.

In case it is inconvenient to make a call inside, they can go outside to make it.

Alas, these days, not having a mobile phone is really troublesome. Not even a public phone booth can be seen.

Suddenly, an idea struck him.

It seems that he can do it himself!

After all, he has money, what's the big deal with setting up a few phone booths?

It's no problem to set up a few hundred. They can be distributed in various hidden corners of Songhu.

It will be convenient for him to make phone calls at any time in the future.

Yes. That's it.

Then...

he realised that he was missing a butler.

These messy things need someone to handle them.

And there are the logistics and other miscellaneous matters.

Someone is needed...

There.

No need to look for someone.

There is someone over there.

Which side?

The red side.

Hand it over to Shi Bingdao, and it will be arranged properly.

Find a telephone and call the Social News newspaper. State your purpose directly.

'You...'

'Telephone booths also sell newspapers. It is also convenient for me to make phone calls. It happens to be a good place to plant your people.'

'You...'

'This is such a good opportunity, if you refuse, I will report to your superiors.'

'Be careful what you say!'

'I know your superiors. I know surnames Li, Ye, and Zhou...'

'I agree.'

Shi Bingdao hurriedly stopped him.

This guy, sometimes crazy words, really scared him.

He really couldn't figure out why this guy knew so much about the situation here. He even mentioned the surnames.

'That's right,'

Zhang Yong was very satisfied.

He felt that he had found a way to deal with Shi Bingdao.

That was to use their superiors to pressure them. Although it was a bit despicable. But the effect was very good.

Unfortunately, Gu Mozhai...

Alas...

A vague pain in his heart.

But he quickly picked himself up. There was no time to grieve.

Right now, the Japanese invaders had not yet fully invaded China. After the fall of Songhu and Jinling, even more people would die.

With great sacrifice comes great ambition, and we dare to teach the world a new day.

Let's do it!

Zhang Yong handed over everything he needed to do to Shi Bingdao, and then he set off with two small teams in a car.

There weren't enough cars, so there were only two small cars. There was also a truck. Each time, only about 30 people could ride.

The destination was the intersection of Wuding Street and Baisheng Street, where the incident had occurred the night before.

Now, the big shot must have left.

Sure enough, when they got to the vicinity of Baisheng Street, they didn't see the big shot.

Instead, they found two Japanese spies.

These two Japanese spies, one on Wuding Street and one on Baisheng Street.

Stop the car.

Raise the binoculars and observe carefully.

You can be sure that these two Japanese spies are two of the people who impersonated police officers last night.

They are very bold. They dare to come back to the scene.

I guess they came back to find out information.

OK.

Arrest them.

Then interrogate them.

It doesn't matter if you find out anything.

The most important thing is to interrogate them first, so that we can find out where the money has gone.

Otherwise, if we just go and find the money, we'll look like amateurs.

'Tiger!'

'Yes.'

'That's the guy. The one by the window. The one with the sunglasses.'

'I see.'

'Go over there. Grab him and get out of there. Don't let him say anything.'

'Understood.'

'The target doesn't have a gun. I don't think he has a knife either. But be careful.'

'Understood.'

Shi Hu promised. He led two men over.

They pretended to pass by the target. Then they moved quickly and held him down. Then they took him away.

The target tried to struggle. It was in vain. He tried to shout, but his mouth was immediately stuffed with a rag. In the end, the target was successfully brought before Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong silently monitored the map. There was another one over there.

Due to the angle, the Japanese spy over there could not see his companion being captured. So, they could continue to make arrests.

He gives some instructions. Zhao Hai leads the men in action.

Soon, the second Japanese spy is also captured. Bound in all directions. A rag is stuffed in his mouth.

Zhang Yong asks the two Japanese spies to meet.

The two spies' faces suddenly change. They realise that things are not going well.

The first Japanese spy resists fiercely, struggling desperately all the time. His eyes are fierce. He is obviously very dissatisfied.

Zhang Yong takes out a hammer.

The others hold the Japanese spy down. They press his limbs against the bench.

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

Zhang Yong raised the hammer and smashed the limbs of the Japanese spy.

Let you struggle!

Unconvinced, are you? Such a fierce look, is that it?

Want to scold me?

Want to fight one-on-one?

Then keep struggling! I can fight you one-on-one now!

Haha.

'Ah...'

'Ah...'

The Japanese spy let out a painful wail.

But he couldn't make a sound. His mouth was blocked. And he couldn't break free from the dense ropes.

Eventually, his voice grew weaker and weaker. He used up his last bit of strength. He fainted.

The second Japanese spy watched with goosebumps.

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

Shi Hu took the rag out of the second Japanese spy's mouth. At the same time, he fixed his limbs to the bench.

'You, do you want to talk?'

Zhang Yong stared at the Japanese spy and said in a single sentence.

He held a heavy hammer in his hand.

'I, I...'

'Choose for yourself. Which part do you want to be broken first?'

'I'll tell you, I'll tell you...'

The Japanese spy finally couldn't take it anymore.

The horrible fate of his companion had really scared him.

Both arms and both thighs were completely disabled. What was he going to do from now on? Crawl on the ground?

I'm afraid I can't even crawl. Because my arms are also disabled. I can't exert any strength. Can I only roll?

I don't dare think about it...

'What did you do last night?'

'We, we...'

'Still not talking?'

'We received an order to find something.'

'What is it?'

'It's said to be an account book. For banks.'

'An account book?'

Zhang Yong's eyes narrowed.

This Japanese spy didn't seem to be lying.

He probably didn't dare to lie either.

Kong Fansong said the account book was very important. Could it be that the Japanese spy really came for the account book?

Oh, that would make things more difficult.

I originally thought that the Japanese spy was after the money in the armoured car, and that the account book was just something they took along for the ride, probably not taking it seriously and probably just throwing it in with the money. If you find the money, you'll find the account book. But now that I think about it, it seems like there's a whole other problem!

The Japanese actually want the account book?

I hope it's a fake...

It has to be a fake...

What do the Japanese invaders need an account book for?

Don't they like the legal tender and silver dollars?

'You're lying!'

'I didn't, I didn't, really, really...'

The Japanese spy swore to the heavens.

No, it was to Amaterasu.

What they were really looking for was a ledger. It had a black cover.

Zhang Yong: ...

It's over.

Even such details have come out.

A black-covered ledger. What did the Japanese spy want it for? How did the Japanese spy know about it?

And how did the Japanese spy know that the ledger was on top of the armoured car? There was a traitor in the bank?

Damn it...

There are more traitors.

How come there are so many traitors?

Oh, it's no surprise.

There are so many collaborators. What do you expect?

Under the coercion and enticement of the Japanese invaders, countless people became collaborators. There are even more people secretly working as traitors.

There's nothing I can do...

This is the harsh reality.

Not only do I have to deal with a large number of Japanese spies and collaborators, but I also have to deal with traitors.

There are traitors in the Garrison Command...

There are traitors in the bank...

There are also traitors in the Military Senate...

What to do?

There is no rush.

We can only deal with them one by one.

Suddenly, I see the Japanese spy hesitating. It seems that he wants to say something.

So I wave my hand.

'Speak.'

'That...'

'What?'

'It's the account book that Mrs. Wang commissioned us to find...'

'What?'