Chapter 669: Waiting for a Rabbit

Excessive.

The Japanese invaders really went too far.

So many handguns, just thrown around casually. This is disrespect for weapons, alright.

Grabbed a revolver casually.

Awesome. It's actually a brand new mirrored box.

A revolver of this quality would sell for at least ten times that amount on the black market.

A box full of pistols. Most of them are revolvers. They would sell for at least 2,000 to 3,000 yuan!

Don't the Japanese spies have enough money?

Are they that rich?

Keep going.

Take out the pistols one by one.

They are all of fairly good quality. The worst ones are at least 90% new. I'm impressed.

No wonder. These are all stolen goods!

They were all stolen.

A thief has to steal something good if they want to sell the stolen goods.

If you steal a raggedy old revolver, no one will want it! Besides, a raggedy revolver means a low status. It's definitely not going to be profitable.

But any officer above the rank of major will definitely wear a better quality revolver.

It seems that Zhou Yang is wearing a brand new mirror-finished revolver.

And it seems that officers above the rank of lieutenant colonel will use Browning pistols?

'You're pretty good!'

Zhang Yong turned his head and looked at the Japanese spy. He said casually.

The Japanese spy kept his head down. He remained silent. Obviously, this old guy is very calm. Not at all panicked.

He probably thinks that his connections can fix this.

As long as his identity as a Japanese spy is not exposed, he will be fine.

He picked up another revolver.

This revolver is also of relatively good quality.

He squinted at the rifling. The rifling inside was very new. This indicated that it had not been fired many times.

'Yu Daoxin...'

'Yu Daoxin...'

Suddenly, a disembodied voice came to Zhang Yong's ears.

Was it the Japanese spy grocer's voice?

He looked back. He saw the Japanese spy grocer bowing his head. It seemed that he had just been looking at him. But had he spoken? It seemed that he hadn't said anything.

Huh? What's going on?

Zhang Yong was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses.

It's okay, it's that Six-Meridian Divine Sword again...

No, it's Yuri's mind control. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. It's completely beyond me.

What is Yu Daoxin?

It's a person's name. It seems like I have some recollection of it?

I try to recall it. I've actually thought of it. Hurriedly, he takes out a piece of paper from his space.

This is the list of missing officers that Zhou Yang gave him. He scans it. He finds Yu Daoxin on it. He looks more closely. Yes, it's Yu Daoxin.

So, here's the question...

How did the grocery store owner know this name?

He must have seen the submachine gun. So, he thought of Yu Daoxin.

In other words, this Japanese spy not only knew the name Yu Daoxin, but also remembered it clearly. Otherwise, he would not have thought of it when he saw the submachine gun.

Perhaps the Japanese spy was even familiar with the submachine gun.

This gun belonged to Yu Daoxin. He remembered it when he saw it.

Could it be that the Japanese spy was present when Yu Daoxin was killed? Otherwise, how could he have such a vivid memory?

Well, that's a major discovery.

I was going to do something else. But then I ran into it again.

God must have arranged it all. I just wandered around. And I ran into the topic again.

Oh well, I was born to work...

But...

No rush.

The person is already dead. The truth will soon be revealed.

First, let's empty the Japanese spy's belongings.

'Let me see where you hid the gold.' Zhang Yong didn't immediately reveal the other person's identity as a Japanese spy.

According to the map, there is actually gold?

I guess it was also stolen?

Haha...

Found the gold symbol.

It's in the back of a utility room.

There is no hidden compartment underground. It's also packed in a rattan box. The rattan box isn't even locked.

This is too much...

This is really too much...

There is gold inside!

It's not even locked! It's just lying around!

Ahhh...

This is such a disrespect for gold!

Go up.

Lifted a rattan box.

Saw a messy pile of various pocket watches inside. Some were gold, some silver.

In the middle of the pocket watches were some wristwatches.

He didn't know much about pocket watches, but he knew they were quite valuable.

He noticed that the logo on one of the wristwatches looked familiar. Picked it up. Looked at the logo. It looked a bit like Rolex?

Doubtful. Unbelievable. Could it be a real Rolex?

Then he knocked himself on the head. How could it be fake?

These days, not many Rolex watches enter China. Even fewer people have seen one. So why would there be fake ones?

Then he looks at the other pocket watches and wristwatches. He notices that they are all famous brands.

He turns his head and looks at the Japanese spy. He thinks to himself: This old guy hoarded so many watches, why didn't he sell them?

Could it be that he hasn't had the chance to sell them yet? Does he need to wait a while? And then he got cut out of the deal?

Haha. God is feeding again. Thanks.

He opened another rattan box. Inside were all kinds of gold and silver jewellery. There were bracelets, necklaces, earrings, rings and so on.

I don't know the exact price. But it must be very expensive.

He opened another rattan box. Inside were all kinds of jade and emeralds.

A few red rubies stood out.

The yellow sapphires were also very nice.

This touches Zhang Yong's knowledge blind spot even more. He has no idea at all. But it all looks very precious.

You have to trust the professionalism of the Japanese spy.

This old guy is definitely an expert at identifying stolen goods.

'Take him away,' Zhang Yong waved his hand. He had the old guy taken away. At the same time, he had the club-wielding man brought up.

'Let me ask you something,' Zhang Yong said, 'how many people like you who are responsible for delivery are there?'

'A lot,' Bangchu answered honestly. "There are seven or eight in each gang. There are more than ten gangs. There should be a lot of people.'

'So all the stolen goods are handed over to you?" Zhang Yong was curious.

At the same time, he couldn't believe it.

They were just thieves. They couldn't be so organised.

It was also too unrealistic.

'Of course not,' Bangchui answered truthfully, "there are also some who take the goods themselves and deliver them themselves. Without going through our hands. But there aren't many of these people. If they don't go through our hands, we'll let someone else secretly get rid of them.

'I see." Zhang Yong nodded.

So it turns out that the thief trade is also internally competitive. No. Someone is trying to monopolise it.

Someone is trying to monopolise the channels for delivery and selling stolen goods. Forcing other thieves to accept their rules. Otherwise, they will be attacked en masse.

Doubt. Who would exert power in this industry?

It definitely wasn't the Red Party.

The Red Party would never do such a thing that would harm the people.

It occurred to him that the person who collected the stolen goods was a Japanese spy. Then, the person organising it behind the scenes might also be a Japanese spy?

The Japanese spy's goal might not just be to make money. He probably wanted to use the thieves to steal more valuable information.

After all, if there were a lot of thieves, they might be able to get some secrets back at some point.

This grocery store owner who was arrested was definitely not simple.

He not only collects stolen goods. He is also involved in Yu Daoxin's death. Maybe he is also someone with a background.

Very good.

There is work to be done tonight.

If you do your main job well, you can also do your side job well, killing two birds with one stone...

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him.

The map shows that someone is sneaking in.

He has the mark of gold on him.

This area is full of dark and narrow corners. There are very few residents. Who would come here in the middle of the night?

And with gold?

Of course it's a delivery man like Bangchu. He's responsible for delivering the stolen goods that other thieves have stolen.

Needless to say, the guy who's arrived now must be carrying a lot of goods. There's even a gold symbol. That means there must be gold bars or something.

There's no weapon symbol. That means he's not carrying a gun. He's not dangerous.

Good. We'll just wait for him. We'll catch him like a turtle in a jar.

'Shi Hu!'

'Here!'

'Get ready to catch him.'

'Okay!'

Zhang Yong and Shi Hu made a simple plan. Then they set up an ambush.

The Japanese spy, an old guy, had already been captured and his mouth gagged. He was hidden in the back. Zhang Yong sat directly behind the counter. But he deliberately made it look smaller. This way, the delivery person could not see him from the sides. It was impossible to tell from a distance that there had been a change of personnel.

One had to come close to see. When the target approached, he was immediately arrested.

In order to convince the person that there is nothing unusual about the grocery store, Zhang Yong deliberately put his legs on the counter. The person can see the legs from afar.

You can tell that the grocery store is occupied just by looking at the legs. Just come over.

Sure enough, the map shows that the sneaky figure did not notice anything unusual. He came directly and confidently.

He kept walking until he came to the front of the grocery store and saw Zhang Yong, and then he was a little shocked.

Zhang Yong looked at the other person lazily.

He was a skinny young man.

He was carrying a bundle on his back. It seemed to be quite heavy.

Zhang Yong didn't say anything. He looked indifferent. His legs were still resting on the counter.

The person who came in was a little panicked. He thought something had happened. But then he slowly realised that there didn't seem to be anything unusual. Maybe it was a different person?

This young man in front of him might be a relative of the boss, or a new employee?

'Where is your boss?' the person asked.

'I'm just going out for a bit. I'll be right back,' Zhang Yong casually said, "Come back later.'

'Well..." The visitor believed that Zhang Yong was fine.

If there had been a problem, he would have been arrested long ago.

The other person's indifference only made it seem very reasonable.

There was only one laundry nearby.

'Keep an eye on things for me,' the visitor said, taking the bundle off his back and placing it on the counter.

'I don't understand,' Zhang Yong yawned. He felt a little tired.

He wasn't pretending. He really was tired.

He had said he wanted to be lazy and lie down, but in fact he had been busy all day.

Really. Before he knew it, the day was over.

Alas, he was really a model worker.

It was Saturday! It was the weekend! Not only did he have to work, but now he was also working overtime...

And it was he who had decided to work overtime. No one was paying overtime. No one cared...

'You tell him,' Zhang Yong said, too lazy to move.

'Okay then,' the man said, reaching out and carefully untying the bundle.

Instantly, golden light shone through.

Zhang Yong: ?

He was stunned.

All he could see inside the bundle was a golden Buddha.

Wow!

A golden Buddha!

It was so big!

It looked like it was at least a foot tall.

He was amazed.

He was puzzled.

His mind was filled with one thought:

A golden Buddha!

How much?

A golden Buddha!

How much?

Finally, Zhang Yongzhai came back from his shock.

The last time he was so shocked was when he saw the pure gold Buddha's head. That thing was the treasure of Qixia Temple!

'Where did it come from?' Zhang Yong frowned.

'Who are you? Why are you asking this?' The person who came felt something was wrong.

'I'm worried that you've touched someone you shouldn't have,' Zhang Yong said coldly, 'Did you take Boss Du's goods?'

'No,' the person hurriedly shook his head, 'It has nothing to do with Boss Du.'

'Boss Huang?'

'No.'

'It can't be Zhang Xiaolin, can it?'

'Well...'

The man hesitated.

Zhang Yong's eyebrows rose. Wow, it's actually from the Zhang Xiaolin family?

Fine, from now on, this golden Buddha will bear the Zhang surname...

Wait a minute.

Zhang Xiaolin also seems to have the surname Zhang...

Then...

From now on, this golden Buddha will be mine, Zhang Yong!

Is that clear enough?

Reach out your hand. Bring the golden Buddha over. It feels heavy in your hand. It must weigh 20 to 30 catties.

Holy cow!

It's solid!

Is it solid?

A solid golden Buddha this big must weigh at least 20 to 30 catties.

Great, I've struck it rich.

'Yours...'

'Mine!'

'Yours...'

'Mine!'

Zhang Yong puts the golden Buddha away.

Unfortunately, it won't fit in his personal space. He can only carry it.

The man was dumbfounded.

Shi Hu and the others walked out of the darkness.

'No! You're not following the rules!' The man was panicking, 'You can't not follow the rules! You can't...'

The sound stopped abruptly.

Everything fell silent.