Chapter 661: Chewing Gum

Zhang Yong knew he had caught a big fish.

A Japanese spy who knew his name would not be an ordinary person.

If he was just a soldier or a lowly soldier, he would not know Zhang Yong at all. They were all very stubborn.

Most of the time, Zhang Yong just killed them. He went to the Japanese shrine toilet.

'It seems we know each other...'

'No...'

'At least you know my name. Not bad!'

'I heard, I heard...'

'So?'

'What?'

The Japanese spy pretends to be dumb.

This is the only thing he can do.

He doesn't know how much Zhang Yong already knows. So the more he talks, the more mistakes he makes.

Keeping quiet is the way to go.

'You live here?'

'No...'

'This house isn't yours?'

'No...'

'Okay. I'll ask. Who does this house belong to? Maybe we'll find out something...'

'It's mine. It's mine. It's mine...'

The Japanese spy hastily changed his words.

Then he realised that this was not the right thing to say.

Saying this made it seem as if he was trying to cover his tracks.

Oh no...

In the end, he had revealed his true identity.

Once Zhang Yong went to find out who owned this villa, something was bound to go wrong.

He never imagined that he would be caught inside this villa. Logically, he should be perfectly safe hiding here.

How safe?

No one knows he is here except himself.

Especially, he just returned. He returned in secret. No one else knows. How did Zhang Yong find out?

He just returned. He just lay down. Then he was surrounded. The timing is perfect...

If someone leaks the information, it certainly makes sense.

But there was no way anyone could have leaked the information! He was sure of it.

Zhang Yong narrowed his eyes and stared at the Japanese spy.

Do you think I'm stupid? Haha.

Turn around.

Get ready to make a phone call.

Zhu Yuan is not in this part of the concession. But Li Yuanqing is!

Zhang Yong had decided to stick with Li Yuanqing. He would not hesitate to use him wherever he could. Li Yuanqing owed him a huge favour.

The Japanese spy hesitated.

It seemed like he wanted to say something.

Zhang Yong waved his hand, telling someone to gag him.

Don't make a sound.

I don't want to hear your noise right now.

Make a call.

Get Li Yuanqing.

It took a long time for Li Yuanqing to answer the phone.

'What is it?'

'Captain Li doesn't seem to want to hear me speak?'

'If you have something to say, say it. I'm busy.'

'Check an address for me. 19 Laobusheng Road. Who is the registered owner?'

'You won't find it on the books.'

'Then find out who's behind it. I need to know for sure.'

'19 Robson Road?'

'Yes.'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes.'

'That's Zhang Xiaolin's house.'

'Oh?'

Zhang Yong's expression changes.

Then he understands. Some things have already formed a closed loop.

Zhang Xiaolin has taken refuge with the Japanese invaders. He has used their support to strengthen himself. And then the Japanese invaders have used him as a cover. To carry out espionage activities.

Li Yuanqing told him unmistakably that the registered owner of the house was not Zhang Xiaolin. However, the actual owner was Zhang Xiaolin. Therefore, Li Yuanqing's position was very important. Most of the information in the concession could be obtained from him.

'Thank you!'

'No need.'

Li Yuanqing hung up the phone cleanly. He was afraid that Zhang Yong would say something else.

Zhang Yong held the receiver. The corner of his mouth slightly curled upwards.

Haha, thinking that this will avoid my harassment? Naive!

I, Zhang Yong, also have another nickname, called 'sticky candy'!

What does that mean? It means that I'm very clingy.

Anyone I get stuck to, whether they're a man or a woman, can't get away.

Look at Shi Bingdao...

He's a big shot in the Red Party. I've got him stuck to me like glue.

Heh heh.

We're good for nothing, but making trouble. We're good for making trouble for everyone!

Come back.

Bow your head. Contemplate the spy.

Should I...

'I killed the people,'

'I killed them.'

Suddenly, the Japanese spy spoke in succession. His voice was very agitated.

Zhang Yong looked up. He frowned. He was puzzled.

What person? What person did you kill?

'I killed all the people in the Songhu Garrison Command,' the Japanese spy repeated emphatically.

Zhang Yong still stared at the other person suspiciously.

You killed them? Do you have any evidence? Don't falsely confess.

We don't let go of a single bad person. And we don't falsely accuse a single good person. Even if you are a Japanese spy.

Of course, if you need to frame someone, that's another matter.

You...

alone...

killed more than 30 officers...

Frankly, Zhang Yong doesn't believe it.

You're not Yan Shuangying. You're not that Japanese spy with the spider face.

You can't even get close to the Miyamoto family.

From the way the arrest went just now, this Japanese spy does have some skills. However, they are limited to just a few.

Compared to the agents around him, the Japanese spy is not much better.

If they fought one-on-one, they would all lose to Lu Hai.

'I, I can take you to the bodies,' the Japanese spy paused and said.

Zhang Yong raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

Stuck...

This damned Japanese spy.

You obviously didn't kill anyone, but you still want to take the blame.

I don't believe you!

I have things to do tonight. I'm not going to waste time with you.

'Really!'

'I can give you all the bodies. Not one left.'

'If there is one less, you will chop me up on the spot. I won't say a word.'

The Japanese spy repeated and emphasised.

His expression was very strange. It was as if he was afraid that Zhang Yong would not believe him.

His speech was also very strange. It seemed as if he was not in control.

Zhang Yong rolled his eyes.

Damn it, do you have a brain or not?

If you really killed more than 30 Kuomintang officers, do you still want to live?

Even if I don't chop you up on the spot, the garrison headquarters will dismember you. Or cut you up into a million pieces. I'm being kind to you by only chopping you up!

The thing is...

This guy might really know where all the bodies are.

Otherwise, he wouldn't dare lie like that.

And Zhang Yong also thought of one thing. This Japanese spy is trying to hide something.

There must be something more important than killing Kuomintang officers.

Otherwise, he would not have used it as a shield.

What's the point of a shield?

Distracting attention? Of course not. It's a way to buy time.

As long as Zhang Yong takes this Japanese spy to find the bodies, there is a chance that a lot of time will be wasted, and then...

There will be no time to do anything else.

Or the other Japanese spies will have enough time to deal with the aftermath. Or even evacuate. Run far away.

They are all smart people. Very cunning.

Stuck...

Forget Gu Xiaoru for now.

The situation now is, should I continue searching for the body or continue to torture him for information?

This Japanese spy is trying to buy time. I don't think I can get any valuable clues out of him in a short time. He will definitely hold out.

If he dies, I won't even be able to find a body.

I'm torn...

I've lost countless brain cells.

In the end, I decided to do the first thing first. I'll leave the rest to chance.

'Boom!'

I gave the Japanese spy a hard kick.

Damn it, this bastard is holding up my good deed!

I thought I could do it tonight...

'Boom!'

Another kick.

I was really angry. My good deed had been ruined.

The most annoying thing about Japanese spies is that they have no regard for other people's schedules. No matter how good a plan you have, it will be disrupted.

'Boom!'

'Boom!'

Two more kicks. Then I angrily went to make the phone call.

The Yoon residence has a telephone. It has never been disconnected. I guess the telecommunications company doesn't worry about the cost of the call.

Indeed, as long as the name Yoon Tae-shik is there, there is no need to worry about money.

Call Citibank. Ask for Gu Xiaoru.

After a while, Gu Xiaoru picks up the phone. She realises it is Zhang Yong.

'I'm not off work yet. Don't worry!'

'I'm sorry, I have something to do tonight. I can't wait until you finish work.'

'But I'm not off work yet either...'

'I mean, I'll come find you another time...'

'But I want...'

Gu Xiaoru's voice was weak, full of resentment. Full of longing.

Zhang Yong: ...

I wanted to kick the spy and the Japanese both again.

That son of a bitch!

I'll chop him up sooner or later!

"That's it. I'll come find you when I'm free.'

Zhang Yong hung up the phone with a heavy heart.

Back. Kicked the spy hard. Almost kicked the guy to death.

It turned out that the Japanese spy was a masochist. After being kicked repeatedly, he weakly began to confess.

'I still have a little money...'

'Where is it?'

'In the secret compartment of the dining table...'

'Oh?'

Zhang Yong reluctantly perked up.

Okay. No women. Then I'll just have to make up for it with money.

Go to the dining room.

Take out the hammer. Smash the dining table directly.

Angry.

The table was very thick. Solid wood. I don't know what kind of wood it is. Very sturdy. Zhang Yong smashed a few times, but it didn't break.

Change. Keep smashing.

'Boom boom boom...'

'Boom boom boom...'

After a while of violent shaking, it finally broke.

Sure enough, inside the false bottom of the table, there was a stack of silver notes. Not much. Only 3,000 silver dollars. All issued by Fenghui Bank.

That's good. Even a little is better than nothing. It can be considered a way to make up for the mental damage.

'That...'

The Japanese spy was full of flattery.

It was obvious that he really wanted to curry favour with Zhang Yong.

The purpose of flattery was to get Zhang Yong to search for the body. Then he wouldn't have time to worry about anything else.

Zhang Yong: ...

Never mind. One thing after another is taken care of.

'Where is it?'

'I'll take you there.'

'Let's go!'

Zhang Yong escorted the Japanese spy to the car.

The car the Japanese spy had driven here was also driven away. From then on, the car belonged to Zhang.

There was no other way. Zhang Yong couldn't afford to buy vehicles and weapons. He had to seize them. He hoped that little by little he would be able to save up some money.

'Where is it?'

'Balang Street.'

'That far?'

'Not far. Not far. Not far...'

The Japanese spy was beaming.

Any idiot could see that he was wasting time.

He deliberately chose the farthest place. It took an hour to get there. Then he turned back. He chose the farthest place again. Another hour.

In other words, it took an hour to find a place.

If there were a few more places, seven or eight hours would pass. It would also be almost dark.

No, he hadn't even had lunch yet. He could only grab a bite.

While eating, he called the 206 logistics warehouse. The phone had already been installed there.

It happened to be Shi Bingdao answering the phone. So he asked him to tell Shi Hu to bring his squad over.

'Meet at Balan Street.'

'Got it,'

Shi Bingdao replied.

Zhang Yong subconsciously wanted to hang up the phone. Then he suddenly asked again:

'Is there anything wrong at home?'

'Yes.'

'What is it?

'I really can't handle it all. I don't have three heads and six arms...'

'You have to trust the organisation.'

'What?'

Shi Bingdao was stunned.

Then the phone hung up. He wasn't even given the chance to speak.

But...

Zhang Yong's words still lingered in his ears.

What did this guy say? Trust the organisation? No, how did he say it so smoothly?

Dull...

Delusion...

'Hey hey.'

Zhang Yong smiled smugly.

What was it that he had just said about his nickname? Gum.

It stuck to Li Yuanqing.

It stuck to Shi Bingdao.

Trying to run?

Haha.

I really will complain to your superiors!

Hang up the phone.

Get in the car.

Keep going.

Leave the concession.

Keep going west.

Finally, you arrive at Balan Street.

This side is a bit eerie. The whole street is full of funeral goods.

If Zhang Yong wasn't accompanied by ten people, he wouldn't dare to come here. There are paper effigies of people everywhere, which is very scary.

'Where?'

'Follow me.'

The Japanese spy cooperates very flatteringly.

He took Zhang Yong to the funeral parlour at the back. He opened a coffin.

Zhang Yong: ...

It's over.

It's real.

The spy thriller has turned into a horror movie.

Inside the coffin, there really is a Kuomintang army officer.

It looks a bit creepy. It's a person. It's not a person. It looks weird.

Damn...

I can tell this is no ordinary matter.

Just kill the person. But you also bring the person here. It's very strange.

I always feel like there's something hidden behind it.

There was no time to think. First, he called the garrison headquarters. He asked for Zhou Yang.

'Shao Long, do you have any news?'

'Bad news.'

'Go on. I know they're all dead.'

'Come to Balan Street. We've found another one. Bring more people. Bring the undertaker. I always feel that something is not quite right. I don't know what the Japanese spies are up to.'

'Understood.'

Zhou Yang hung up the phone.

Zhang Yong turned his head and looked at the Japanese spy. The Japanese spy actually smiled at him. A flattering smile.

Frown.

Think hard. No clue.

Had to give up.

Wait silently.

At the same time, send someone to check the surroundings. See if there are any clues.

A big, living person couldn't have flown in. Someone must have brought them in. Or carried them in. I wonder if anyone saw it?

In this era, there is no surveillance. It's a troublesome matter. It's impossible to completely restore the truth.

Everything has to be based on confessions. And evidence. There are bound to be errors.

'Team leader!'

Finally, Shi Hu arrived.

He brought with him all the veterans of the 19th Route Army.

Zhang Yong told Shi Hu and the others to go up and take a look. Maybe they could find some clues.

'This is the 'Separating the tendons and dislocating the bones' technique.'

'What?'

'The 'Separating the tendons and dislocating the bones' technique. It's commonly used by people in the underworld.'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes, it's definitely the 'Separating the tendons and dislocating the bones' technique,'

Shi Hu answered with certainty.

Zhang Yong: ?

Something's wrong. The spy thriller has turned into a martial arts movie.

Even the technique of separating the tendons and dislodging the bones has come out.

Ask in detail.

I learned that it was originally a form of torture.

It involves using force to dislocate a person's bones or meridians. It causes extreme pain.

This is a very cruel method of extracting information. But not many people know about it. Because there are other simpler and more brutal methods of extracting information, there is no need to learn this at all.

Zhang Yong suddenly felt confused again.

Could it be that someone in the Japanese spy ring knew this technique of separating the tendons and dislocating the bones?

Does it have to be that good...

And what exactly were the Japanese spies trying to force them to reveal?

The previous discovery also had traces of forced confession. And so does the current one. This shows that it is not an isolated case.

Perhaps, the killings were just to silence the victims.

Forcing them to confess was the real goal.

The Japanese spies probably wanted to know some secret information.

The question is...

What could a lieutenant or captain know?

As Zhou Yang said earlier, they have already investigated and found that the officers who were killed held ordinary positions and had no access to confidential information.

Since there was no confidential information, why was it necessary to extract a confession?

It was hard to figure it out.

'Di di!'

'Di di!'

There was the sound of a car horn outside.

It was Zhou Yang.

He had indeed brought a little more than a million people.

He had brought an entire battalion!