Chapter 668: Not doing one's proper job

Jin Lin saw Zhang Yong.

He immediately knew that he would not be able to catch Cao Mengqi.

Bad luck.

Zhang Yong was actually at the airport.

What was this guy doing at the airport? Were there Japanese spies at the airport too?

"Stop chasing!'

'Stop chasing!'

and hurriedly ordered the team to stop.

If they continued to chase him, they would be Zhang Yong's prey. They might even be eaten.

'Captain Jin!'

'Captain Jin!'

Zhang Yong waved to Jin Lin from afar.

His face was full of a smile.

He was very enthusiastic.

Jin Lin pretended not to see him. He hurriedly turned the team around and left.

He was not stupid. How could he go up and greet Zhang Yong? If he really went up to Zhang Yong, he would not be able to leave for a short time.

The more Zhang Yong smiled, the more vicious he became.

Poor Ye Wansheng still sometimes has nightmares in the middle of the night. He dreams that Zhang Yong is beating him up again.

Out of the 36 stratagems, escape is the best. Run!

Zhang Yong: ...

Don't do it!

You make me look like the devil.

I'm a civilized person. I never hit people. Oh. Ye Wansheng is not a person.

I swear to God, I really never hit you, Jin Lin.

And I'm not going to hit you today either...

However, Jin Lin had already run away. Soon, there would be no trace of him.

This...

Well...

It seems that the entire Party Affairs Investigation Department already knows of his ferocity.

In the future, it won't be so easy to hit people.

When others see him, Zhang Yong, they turn and run, so how can he hit them?

He can't catch up...

He simply can't catch up...

He had to turn around and look for Cao Mengqi.

This egotistical pervert should be able to show his face now.

Turn back.

He did see Cao Mengqi.

However, Cao Mengqi's expression was still strange.

'Cao!'

Zhang Yong walked over to him.

The other guy was being a stickler for appearances and suffering. He had to take the initiative.

In any case, he could trust Cao's character. Cao would definitely be a key player in the tough battles ahead.

He could fight up close, fight from afar, lead troops, and had a background in the Whampoa Military Academy. He was probably the only one in the future Loyalist Salvation Army who had that background.

The Director can still get hold of some Huangpu graduates. Although the numbers are scarce. There are some. However, with the full-scale outbreak of the War of Resistance, the National Army is expanding like crazy. Huangpu graduates will not be able to join the military. Therefore, the Huangpu graduates who joined the Fuxing Society this year or next year will be the last.

With Cao Mengqi's qualifications, he is definitely ranked first.

Those who are ranked higher than him are no longer able to personally join the battlefield. Most of them are sitting in the rear commanding.

Those who have no practical combat ability have nothing to do with Zhang Yong.

'I'm fine,'

Cao Mengqi replied in a hoarse voice.

He still felt very uncomfortable. He had actually been ambushed by his opponent. What a failure.

Zhang Yong took out a Browning M1935 pistol and gave it to his opponent. There were also two spare magazines. This was the standard configuration. If Cao had had a gun, he would not have been in such a sorry state. However, Zhang Yong did not ask why Cao did not have a gun.

As it turned out...

Cao Mengqi spoke up angrily, 'My gun was stolen.'

'What?' Zhang Yong was stunned.

Unbelievable.

Unbelievable.

Lao Cao's gun was actually stolen?

Haha!

Suddenly, Zhang Yong really wanted to laugh.

Really.

He almost couldn't hold back.

He hurriedly turned his head. Covering his mouth. Like a woman.

Haha!

Lao Cao's gun was stolen...

A graduate of Huangpu Military Academy, an outstanding secret agent of the Special Services Department of the Restoration Society, and yet his gun was stolen...

Haha!

Haha!

Finally, I couldn't hold back and laughed.

As you can imagine, Cao Mengqi's face was so ugly. I guess it was ashen.

With great difficulty, I suppressed my laughter. I turned around. I noticed that Cao Mengqi's face was pale and terrifying. It seemed as if fire was about to erupt from his eyes. Okay, this guy is really angry.

He hurried over, patted Lao Cao on the shoulder and said hastily, 'I'm free, so I'll keep looking with you until we find it.'

'No need,' Cao Mengqi snapped, spitting out two words, 'I'll do it myself.'

'Where did you lose it?' Zhang Yong asked cautiously.

'Paramount Cabaret,' Cao Mengqi answered sulkily.

Zhang Yong took three steps back.

He squinted.

He shook his head.

Lao Cao? Paramount Cabaret?

Hey, when did you suddenly become so open-minded that you know how to go out and have fun?

That's good.

That's good.

Your family finally has an heir.

'What were you thinking? I was following someone.'

'Secretly?'

'Third Section.'

'Third...'

Zhang Yong ponders for a moment.

Oh, it's the Postal Inspection Office in Dingmocun.

Alas, he's still not used to this name. What's the point of First Section, Second Section, Third Section?

It would have been better to call it the Central Government Political Police, the Military Political Police, or the 76th Division. It would have been so much easier to tell apart. It would also have been catchy.

'Let's go,'

'Let's go to the Paramount Cabaret!'

Zhang Yong looked at the time.

It was just evening. They could go there for dinner.

Although, the Paramount Cabaret was usually not very lively during the early evening. But what the heck.

Anyway, today's work was over. It was now time to relax.

The world doesn't belong to Zhang Yong. Why be so aggressive? You must enjoy yourself when you can. Otherwise, what's the point of making so much money?

What if someone accidentally killed you. That would be the end. You wouldn't even have time to spend your money.

The worst thing is to die. You haven't even spent your money.

You die. Your pockets burst open. All the valuables inside spill out. That would really be a gold mine.

'Let's go!'

He dragged Cao Mengqi away.

This guy, he's still trying to save face. What a bad habit.

In our line of work, you, Cao, must learn from me. You must be ruthless and thick-skinned. Otherwise, you'll be the one who dies.

Seriously, anyone can steal your gun, Cao. If someone wants to ambush you, I'm afraid it'll be even easier. Whether it's a knife or a gun, they can take your life at any time. Very often, you won't even be able to tell who your enemies are. You won't even know how you died.

Set off.

Heading for the Paramount Cabaret.

Arrived quickly.

Sure enough, there weren't many customers.

A large poster was pasted on the door. It said Charlie Chaplin...

Huh?

What's Charlie Chaplin?

Zhang Yong looked curiously. Then he checked the English.

Oh, it turned out to be Charlie Chaplin.

Tilted his head. Thought for a while. Okay, Charlie Chaplin is coming to perform.

But it's not about him. He's not interested in any of that. He can't sing, he can't dance, he can't draw. He was born without artistic talent.

He's going in.

Zhang Yong has brought too many people, so it's impossible for all of them to go in.

If it's not a problem, one ticket is required for each person going in. And the price of a ticket is 80 taels of silver.

You read that right. 80 taels of silver. For one person. The price is outrageous.

There's no other way. This is the Paramount Club. The most exclusive nightclub on the Bund. It's probably the most exclusive place to spend money in the whole of the Far East.

It's clearly positioned as the most exclusive place. I'll make it clear: if you don't have money, don't come.

Even Zhang Yong can't afford to buy too many tickets. He only buys three. He. Cao Mengqi. Shi Hu.

To be honest, if it wasn't for the fact that he had to help Cao Mengqi find his gun, he wouldn't have spent a single dollar.

It's easy to make money...

No, it's getting harder and harder to make money. One must save...

Enter.

There weren't many guests inside.

'Where did you lose it?' Zhang Yong asked.

'I don't know,' Cao Mengqi answered angrily. His face was even more unpleasant.

Zhang Yong knew he had met a master.

Cao Mengqi was definitely not incompetent.

If it had been an ordinary thief, Cao Mengqi would have definitely noticed when the action started.

Only a master could have done it.

Someone like Diao San, for example. Or his apprentice or something.

A place like the Paramount Cabaret is full of all kinds of people, and there are often local tyrants hanging around. Naturally, they are also the targets of martial arts experts.

Who knows how many skilled thieves are hiding in the corners of the Paramount Cabaret at this very moment? Who knows if their eyes are silently observing every guest who comes in, and then judging whether they are worth stealing from?

Zhang Yong closes his eyes to rest his mind.

In fact, he is silently checking the map.

The map is too big. It displays too much information. He can't process it all at once.

Besides, there are military and economic modes.

There are little red dots. Ignore them for now. Japanese spies are unlikely to be thieves.

Although there is no explicit rule against it. But it is certain that the Japanese despise thieves.

He has arrested so many Japanese spies, and there has never been a case of a Japanese spy posing as a thief. It can be ruled out.

Zhang Yong believes that thieves will definitely move their stolen goods.

In that case...

It's better to go outside and wait.

It so happens that if someone comes in and leaves again within half an hour, they get half their money back.

So he immediately dragged Cao Mengqi out. They successfully got their 120 silver dollars back. Hehe. When you're poor, your ambitions are limited. There was nothing he could do. But then he immediately thought about how they had wasted 120 silver dollars after going in and doing nothing. It made his heart ache.

Sigh...

He had to find a way to make it up tonight! Such a big hole...

He took someone and stationed them near the cabaret.

Time passed slowly. More and more people came to enjoy themselves.

They were either rich or powerful. They all had cars.

They were all dressed in suits.

The cheongsams they wore were gorgeous.

Even the air was filled with the smell of money.

I envy them...

While others go in to enjoy themselves, I can only drink the wind and the rain outside...

Finally, there was movement.

A weapon logo came out of the building. He took the side entrance.

It was a thin man. It seemed to be a staff member of the Paramount Cabaret.

Zhang Yong waved his hand quietly.

Yes, it's him.

Thieves should always go out the side door. They never go through the front door.

The front door costs 80 dollars!

The thin man is very alert, surveying his surroundings without making a sound.

Only when he is sure that everything is normal does he quickly go out the side door and disappear into the street opposite. Then he turns into a small, remote alley.

He moves back and forth in the alley. He obviously knows his way around.

Suddenly, he feels someone following him. He hastens his pace.

and turned a corner.

Huh?

Something doesn't feel right.

Is there someone there?

But it was already too late.

The hawthorn stick had already been smashed down.

The target suddenly fainted.

Zhang Yong put away the stick.

He looked down.

He felt for the body.

He quickly took out his weapon.

He found it was a Browning M1935 pistol.

'Mine!'

Cao Mengqi exclaimed.

He quickly reached out and took the pistol. It turned out to be his service pistol.

Zhang Yong: ?

Huh? You found it that easily?

No...

It wasn't that easy?

I don't believe it.

The people around him also looked at each other in disbelief.

Their team leader seemed to be too amazing. He just caught him?

They looked at Zhang Yong as if he were a monster. They could only admire him. They were shocked.

Zhang Yong: ...

Actually, you've got it wrong.

I really didn't know that the target was carrying Lao Cao's gun.

I'm not a god.

But...

Forget it, I don't want to explain.

Sometimes, it's good to unintentionally add a little halo.

Over here, Cao Mengqi has already arrested the person. The gun has been recovered. But the person who stole the gun has not been caught.

The man in front of him, Cao Mengqi had never seen before. He was certain that he had not stolen the gun. He was simply responsible for the transfer. The person who had actually stolen the gun was still hiding behind him. Given Cao Mengqi's personality, he would definitely have to find this guy. Otherwise, this thorn in his heart could not be removed.

Zhang Yong bowed his head and continued to feel the corpse.

He felt a thin paper package from the target's bosom.

He opened it. Inside were folded silver banknotes. There were also some US dollars and British pounds and so on.

There are quite a lot of these banknotes. They are all 100 yuan in denomination. There are nine of them. That's 900 yuan. But they are from several banks.

Not bad. I've just got my money back from the entrance ticket.

I never thought that tonight's start would go so well.

Needless to say, this money was definitely stolen by some thief from some fat sheep. And then handed over to this guy in front of us to be transferred. It's also possible that more than one thief did it. And then they were all handed over to this guy in front of us to be transferred. There is also division of labour in burglary.

Hey, hey. There's money to be made.

I'm going to stay up late tonight.

I'm going to catch these thieves who are responsible for transferring stolen goods.

Not doing your real job?

Yes. Not doing your real job.

Isn't today Saturday? Yes. Saturday.

In line with the New Life Movement advocated by the government, Saturday is a day of rest.

Look at the Paramount Cabaret, tonight's guests are five or six times the usual number. There are also a large number of dignitaries in attendance.

There are several Cadillacs that keep appearing. The price of these cars is over ten thousand US dollars.

Do you think they have money?

In fact, the Paramount Cabaret is full of big shots.

People like Du Yuesheng, Huang Jinrong, and Zhang Xiaoliu from the former Northeast Army. They were all regulars at the Paramount.

And of course, there was the winner of life, Tang Shengming.

Oh, and later there was Chen Nai-fu. His engagement ceremony with Chen Xiangmei was held at the Paramount Ballroom.

But that was after the end of the War of Resistance.

'Clatter...'

'Achoo!'

'Achoo!'

A bucket of cold water woke the thief up.

In this cold weather, a bucket of cold water can wake anyone up. Even if they were knocked unconscious by Ma Dongxi.

Seeing a group of fierce-looking guys standing in front of him, the thief knew he was in trouble. He started to tremble.

'We are good guys. We won't beat you,' Zhang Yong said with a smile.

Then he kicked the thief under the belly.

I won't beat you.

I will kick you to death.

'Po...'

The thief vomited blood on the spot.

Then he immediately raised his hands.

'I said...'

'I said...'

He wisely chose to confess.

Otherwise, he really would be dead.

In this narrow, dark alley. Who knows if he would have been killed.

'I, I was delivering goods for someone...'

'For whom?'

'Little Demon.'

'What?'

'I don't know his name. Everyone just calls him Little Demon. He stole the goods. I was responsible for delivering them.'

'Delivering them where?'

'Up ahead. A grocery store.'

'Take us there.'

'Yes.'

'What's your name?'

'Bamboozle.'

'Code name?'

'Yes.'

'Go!'

Zhang Yong said coldly.

This guy with the code name Little Demon is quite something! He's managed to steal so much in one night.

Damn, how much money is there in there?

When will I learn the Flying Dragon Palm technique and be happy?

He spent 80 dollars on a ticket and went in for a spin. When he came out, he had at least 8,000 dollars!

Unfortunately...

No...

His thoughts returned to reality.

The grocery store was the big one. He should be collecting dirty money.

With a club in his hands, he headed for the grocery store.

A red dot appeared at the edge of the map.

It was getting closer and closer.

What a coincidence.

He saw a grocery store.

It was located at the corner of a narrow alley. There was only a faint light.

The atmosphere was a bit like a thriller.

'That's him.'

'Are you sure?'

'That's him.'

'Good.'

Zhang Yong nodded.

It was really a case of finding the proverbial needle in a haystack, but it had been easy.

The owner of the grocery store that the clubfoot was looking for was actually a Japanese spy.

Japanese spies were really everywhere.

They don't go around stealing things. But they collect stolen goods.

It's a way to make a fortune, I must say. And they're likely to get some really good stuff.

They can even hire thieves to steal certain things for them.

The map just showed that. Inside the grocery store. There are not only weapons, but also gold bars. It's practically a treasure trove!

Hidden in this dark corner, Zhang Yong probably wouldn't have noticed it normally.

Even if the map showed it. Since it's not on a major thoroughfare, cars can't get in. He wouldn't have come here on purpose.

There are so many Japanese spies out there. There's no way he can catch them all. Where would he find the time and energy to explore dark alleys like this?

And there are no pretty girls here...

'Boss!'

Zhang Yong stepped forward.

The boss was unarmed. He wasn't afraid.

As long as the other person didn't have a gun, Zhang Yong was 99% sure he could control him.

What if he couldn't control him?

Then he would have to shoot him.

'You...'

The boss saw the club.

Obviously, the club was a regular customer. However, he pretended not to know him.

'Boss, you've struck it rich!'

'What would you like to order, sir?'

'I want you to hand over all your stolen goods.'

'I don't know what you're talking about.'

'Then I'll tell you!'

Zhang Yong nudged.

Shi Hu and the others had long since taken control of the surroundings. There were people standing behind them as well.

The Japanese spy was actually very calm.

He thought Zhang Yong had come to inspect the stolen goods. He wasn't afraid.

Even if he was arrested, someone would bail him out. As long as his identity wasn't exposed, he would be fine.

'Who are you?'

'My name is Zhang Yong. Have you heard of me?'

'Zhang...'

The Japanese spy was a little confused.

Zhang Yong then understood that this guy should not be in a high position.

He was probably just a simple receiver of stolen goods. He was not well informed about the outside world. He didn't even know Zhang Yong's famous reputation.

Oh, what a failure!

He had thought that all the Japanese spies already knew of his ferocity.

He had not expected there to be so many left behind.

Never mind, a small fry is a small fry. Tonight, he will not be doing his proper work.

He will mainly be looking at what is inside the stolen goods.

There are weapons and gold. He feels that he should be able to make a small profit?

He begins to look.

First, he looks for the weapon symbol.

I found it at the foot of the wall at the back. It's inside an old wooden box. There's an old brass lock hanging on the outside.

It feels strange for a moment. The Japanese spy is really arrogant. He just leaves his weapons lying around like this?

Just puts them in a wooden box. And puts a lock on it?

Doesn't he fear someone stealing them?

Oh, he collects stolen goods himself. He has good relations with all kinds of thieves. No one will steal from him.

'Bang!'

I kicked the brass lock off.

He lifted the wooden box. He was stunned. Literally.

Inside were all kinds of pistols. They were piled together in a messy heap. There were so many of them, he didn't know how many there were.

This...

The Japanese spies really don't take this seriously!

I'm impressed!