Chapter 671: Believe Me, I'm Qin Shi Huang

Zhang Yong tilted his head and looked at the Japanese spy.

How would I know? How would I know? I'm not a god.

Of course it was...

'Someone told me.'

'What?'

The Japanese spy's face changed dramatically.

He could no longer maintain his composure. Not even on the surface.

Sure enough, someone had leaked the secret.

No. Someone has betrayed them.

Someone has betrayed the Great Japanese Empire!

Baka!

Shameful traitor!

One of the five of them is a traitor!

Aaah!

Aaah!

The Japanese spy became anxious.

Only five people in the Japanese spy knew about this place.

Apart from that horrible guy, the other three could have leaked the information. In other words, all three of them could be traitors!

Baka!

The Japanese spy's mind quickly replayed everything.

It went over everything that had happened recently, normal and abnormal, in the hope of finding the traitor.

However...

There was no clue.

No valid information could be obtained.

Everyone seemed possible. But it also seemed that none of them were possible.

So, who was it?

'You tricked me,' the Japanese spy suddenly sneered.

'Are you stupid? Did I just fall from the sky and happen to be in front of you?' Zhang Yong sneered in return, "Oh yes. I know the I Ching. I deduced it from the I Ching. You are Japanese. You know the whereabouts of Yu Daoxin. You also have Yu Daoxin's gun...'

'Stop it!" The Japanese spy finally couldn't hold back any longer and exploded.

You deduced it from the I Ching?

I might as well believe you are the first emperor of China! Or believe that I am the first emperor of China myself!

The Japanese have great respect for Qin Shi Huang.

'I was told that tonight, you will be making a shipment,' Zhang Yong said casually, "I don't know if that's true or not...'

'You..." The Japanese spy's face turned even more ugly.

Zhang Yong: ?

Huh? How can this be right?

I was just saying that casually. It's completely groundless.

And it's right?

Those four Japanese soldiers with weapons really came to make a shipment?

Oh, they were taking the stolen goods from this grocery store. And then selling them through other channels. Turning them into cash.

No wonder there was so much stolen goods in the grocery store. And it was hardly hidden.

It was all because they were going to make a delivery tonight. So they prepared in advance. All the goods they had accumulated were here.

But if they came at the wrong time, either earlier or later, there would not have been so much stock.

If they came tomorrow, for example, it might be empty.

If you come a few days earlier, there may not be that much stock.

It's just luck.

Get used to it.

'Heck! Who the hell is it?' Ri Te was irritated.

He finally accepted the harsh reality. That is, someone really betrayed him.

Someone betrayed.

Someone leaked the secret to Zhang Yong.

Damn it!

Who the hell is it?

If he knew, he would definitely dismember the other person!

Heck! Use it to feed the eight-headed snake!

'Guess?'

Zhang Yong leans over to the Japanese spy.

His eyes are full of mockery.

Are you stupid?

Would I tell you such a secret?

'Er...'

The Japanese spy's face turns even more ugly.

Zhang Yong waves his hand. Have someone reseal the Japanese spy. Tie it up well. Prevent it from giving the alarm.

Call Shi Hu. Arrange the capture of the four Japanese spies.

It's best not to use guns.

After all, it's only the early morning. There's still the rest of the night. Maybe someone else will make a delivery.

If a gun is fired, the courier will know something's wrong. He may not come back tonight.

Of course, if there's a danger, you have to use the gun.

It's better to shoot someone than to be shot first.

The arrangements were quickly made.

The only scope took up the commanding height.

If you shoot, you can make sure you get one shot each. The most threatening Japanese spies will be killed first.

250 metres...

200 metres...

The target is getting closer.

There's a problem. The four Japanese spies are all gathered together.

If I shoot, I can take them all down in the shortest time. But if I don't shoot, and we fight hand-to-hand, I'll be in danger.

No one can take down four Japanese spies at the same time. One of them will definitely draw his gun.

The Japanese have guns. They won't fight hand-to-hand with you. If they're cornered, they'll definitely draw their guns and shoot.

What should I do?

There's no way.

I can only take them down directly.

Alas...

What a pity. If only I had Yan Shuangying's skills.

If I had the skills of Yan Shuangying, I could take care of them all by myself.

I definitely wouldn't give the Japanese a chance to shoot.

Unfortunately, I don't.

So...

I have to do it the hard way.

Soon, four Japanese soldiers come into range.

The dim light from the grocery store barely illuminates them. The targets are clearly visible.

Maybe it's because they've been here so many times. So, the four Japanese spies aren't on their guard.

One of them is even carrying a suitcase. But the map doesn't show any gold symbols. I don't know what's in it.

Never mind...

Let's just do it.

100 metres...

50 metres...

30 metres...

'Fire!'

Zhang Yong gave the decisive order.

He hoped for a quick victory.

'Bang...'

'Pop...'

The gunshots suddenly sounded.

The Browning pistols and the submachine guns fired simultaneously.

There was also the sniper rifle from the commanding heights.

'Da-da-da...'

'Da-da-da...'

The heaviest fire came from the Thompson, of course.

The four Japanese soldiers were caught off guard and were immediately hit. They quickly fell to the ground.

One red dot disappeared...

two...

three...

four...

It's done!

Zhang Yong hurriedly raised his hands.

'Stop firing!'

'Stop firing!'

The targets have all been killed. Don't shoot anymore.

The gunfire just now lasted for about three seconds. Zhang Yong felt that it had been a very long time. The gunfire was very intense.

'Cease fire!'

'Cease fire!'

Shi Hu shouted.

Finally, the gunfire completely subsided. The alley returned to its former quiet.

The cold air was filled with the strong smell of gunpowder. But it was soon dispersed by the biting wind.

Zhang Yong came out of the grocery store. He walked over to the bodies of the four Japanese invaders and quickly felt them for weapons. This was his specialty. He never let anyone else do it for him.

First, he picked up the suitcase. He noticed that it had been pierced by a bullet.

He wondered whose marksmanship was so poor.

What are you doing with the suitcase?

You're shooting people!

He opened it.

He found a lot of banknotes inside.

Many of them had been pierced by bullets. He wondered if the bank would still accept them.

These roughnecks!

They've lost so much money for nothing.

He picked up a stack of perforated banknotes and noticed that they were from the Fengtian Bank.

Well, it seems that he would probably have to deal with the Fengtian Bank next. Whether it was to check the safety deposit box or to exchange the banknotes, it would all have to do with the Fengtian Bank.

He continued to search the body.

He didn't find anything of value.

The suitcase only contained plain banknotes.

However, the four pistols did seem a bit special. They were Soviet T-33 Tokarev pistols.

Zhang Yong had encountered this type of pistol before in Tianjin. It was said to be related to Hideki Tojo. It seems to have been used by a special forces unit under the command of the Kwantung Army Military Police.

It uses 7.62x25mm Parabellum ammunition. So, its power is similar to that of a Parabellum pistol.

Zhang Yong is puzzled. Could it be that it was used by Hideki Tojo's men?

There were just too many Japanese special forces units. They were also scattered all over the place. Zhang Yong didn't have the energy to count them all.

Who cares? Just catch them all.

What about strategy and the big picture? None of that matters to him. He's just a small fry who gets on with the job.

'Team leader, who are they?'

'Probably under the command of Tojo Hideki.'

'What?'

Shi Hu's eyes suddenly filled with anger.

Zhang Yong couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. You 19th Route Army, have you dealt with Tojo Hideki?

If they did, it would not be surprising. It would be natural for an aggressive man like Tojo to have visited Shanghai. This guy used to be the commander of an infantry regiment. It seems that he was the commander of the 1st Infantry Regiment, which was the first in the order of battle.

'Dispose of the bodies.'

'Clean up the ground.'

'Someone might come.'

Zhang Yong quickly gave orders.

The crowd stopped talking. They all worked together to clean up the scene.

Soon, the scene was cleared.

Zhang Yong looked around. In the dim light, there should be nothing unusual to see.

As for the gunshots. Three seconds of gunfire. It shouldn't be too sensitive either. Maybe others will think it's firecrackers. Even if it is gunfire, it's not surprising.

This is Shanghai. So many things happen here every day. What's the big deal if someone fires a gun?

If no one fires a gun one day, that would be news.

Why wouldn't you dare to settle in Shanghai? It's just that this place is too unsafe.

Back in the Republican era, Shanghai was arguably the most chaotic and lawless city in the Far East. There was no competition.

It was a paradise for adventurers, and it lived up to its reputation.

Come back.

Pull the rag off the Japanese spy's mouth.

The Japanese spy looked at Zhang Yong as if he had seen the devil. Fear from the bottom of his heart.

This guy in front of him was ruthless.

He just went for it. He killed all four people who were going to receive the goods in the future.

Without the slightest hesitation.

And he didn't say he wanted to capture anyone alive.

'Let me guess, you're under the command of Hideki Tojo?' Zhang Yong casually said.

'No...' The Japanese spy subconsciously denied.

Then he realised his mistake.

He had been caught. He had been too obvious.

The more he denied, the more Zhang Yong believed him. He nodded thoughtfully.

Indeed, these Japanese spies were under the command of Hideki Tojo. They were subordinate to the Kempeitai headquarters.

Hideki Tojo's claws really did reach far!

Thinking about the rise of Hideki Tojo, it seems that this was the time. It was from the start of the Commander of the Kempeitai of the Kwantung Army.

Before Hideki Tojo came to power, the Kempeitai of the Kwantung Army only had a few hundred military police. The power was very weak.

After Tojo came to power, he frantically increased the establishment, recruiting a large number of his classmates, fellow townsmen, old subordinates, and so on, expanding the number of military police to more than 5,000.

These are the obvious ones. In secret, he also organised a large number of secret organisations. They only served him.

These secret organisations were known only to Tojo himself. They not only monitored anti-Japanese elements, but also other Japanese people. For example, Ishiro Hatanaka.

Ishiro Hatanaka and Tojo Hideki had conflicts. He was under Tojo Hideki's watchful eye.

Those high-ranking Japanese military officers who were hostile to Tojo were also secretly monitored by Tojo. In the end, they had to let Tojo take power.

Otherwise, there would be another 2.26 Incident at any time, and they would be killed.

Tojo was nicknamed Tojo Razor, and he was also very ruthless with his own people.

'Who killed them?'

'I can't say.'

'You can't say, or you dare not say?'

'No. I dare not.'

'Could it be a member of the imperial family? Ryuzo Kuroshima?'

'...'

The Japanese spy is silent.

Zhang Yong shakes his head. It definitely wasn't Kuroshima.

Zhang Yong could have fought someone like Kuroshima. I guess Kuroshima doesn't dare to come out and move around now.

Knowing that Zhang Yong has returned to the south, Kuroshima is still coming here, isn't he looking for death?

By the way, the 300,000 US dollars extorted from Kuroshima has not been received yet.

It's so busy. There's no time to follow up.

Zhang Yong picked up Yu Daoxin's pistol.

Since nothing could be said...

'I'll give you the money...'

'No need.'

Zhang Yong pulled the trigger.

The bullet blew the Japanese spy's brains out.

Sorry.

I like money. But there's some money I won't take.

'Team leader...'

Shi Hu came in from outside.

He saw the Japanese spy lying on his back on the ground. He had been shot in the head.

'This...'

'Clean it up.'

'Yes.'

Shi Hu called a few people to clean up the scene.

After a while, the cleanup was complete. Everything returned to normal. It was still dimly lit...

The silent surveillance map showed no abnormalities.

No one came to check. It was as if nothing had happened. Everything returned to silence.

Zhang Yong was sleeping on the counter.

He believed that no delivery person should arrive for a short time.

After all, there had been two gunshots. If it was a vigilant delivery person, they would definitely find something wrong.

But...

It can't be ruled out that there are some stupid ones.

Maybe...

Sure enough, Zhang Yong slept until 3am, when the map indicated that someone was sneaking around again.

A white dot.

No weapon symbol.

No gold symbol either.

One person.

It's impossible to tell who it is.

Could it be someone other than the delivery person? Is it someone checking up on the situation?

Zhang Yong raised his head. He rubbed his eyes. He went to the water tank at the back and washed his face with water from the bucket. There's no running water here.

Brace yourself.

Go out. Say hello to Shi Hu, and Zhang Yong took personal action.

One person. No weapons. He Zhang Yong should be able to hit the club.

Approach quietly.

Expertly hidden in the estimated route.

Sure enough, the sneaky figure appeared. Zhang Yong directly is a club.

Pop!

The target fell.

Zhang Yong put away the club. Draw the gun in hand.

Safety first.

Under normal circumstances, the opponent should have fainted. However, there are exceptions.

Some people have their hearts on the other side. Maybe someone has practiced iron head skills. The wooden stick cannot stun. In case he is killed in return, Zhang Yong is oh, oh.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

The target did faint.

Look down to check.

Found that it vaguely looks familiar.

Think about it carefully. Remembered. It is indeed an acquaintance.

Song Wanchun.

The one from the Jinling Chamber of Commerce. I forgot his position. Anyway, he had appeared with a radio by the Yangtze River before, and was arrested on the spot. How did he get out later? Zhang Yong didn't ask. I guess it had something to do with the Song family. Maybe he's a relative of Song Ziyu or something.

With the Song family stepping in, the Fuxing Society's Secret Service Branch of course immediately released the person.

Otherwise, the Secret Service Branch would be in trouble with funding. The Song and Kong families jointly controlled the Ministry of Finance. Boss Dai obviously didn't have the qualifications to go against them.

From now until 1949, the Soong and Kung families took turns running the Ministry of Finance. They controlled Chiang Kai-shek's economic power. They never wavered.

So, the question is...

What is Song Wanchun doing here?

This is a place for shady business! Could it be that he's also in the business?

Things seem to be getting complicated...

Think for a moment.

Feel the corpse decisively.

Whoever he is. Take the money first.

Song Wanchun came empty-handed. He didn't carry a suitcase or anything.

However, the guy was wearing a thick leather coat with lots of pockets. And the tuxedo inside also had lots of pockets...

Huh?

Tuxedo?

Zhang Yong realised that something was wrong. Wearing a tuxedo when going out?

Are you going dancing?

Ah...

Wait.

It seems that he has realised something.

He sniffed carefully. He could smell a hint of alcohol. And the smell of a cigar.

Oh, I can tell that this guy has probably snuck out of a nightclub. That's why he's still wearing his tuxedo.

Of course you wear a tuxedo when you go dancing in a nightclub. It's the latest trend in high society.

The new lifestyle campaign promoted by the Prime Minister strongly advocates a healthy lifestyle. Dancing parties are part of it.

It's strange that the Prime Minister himself never dances, just drinks water...

It seems that I haven't heard of any entertainment for him either...

A monk. A boring person.

But it's a relief for the people under him. They're drunk and living the dream. They're drunk with money.

Quickly, he feels for the corpse.

He feels for a number of banknotes. All kinds of denominations. From all kinds of banks.

A rough count shows that there are more than a thousand silver dollars. It's not much. But it's not a waste. Zhang Yong doesn't want the other messy stuff.

He just wants the money. Nothing else.

He hid the banknotes and then patted the other person on the face to wake him up.

Song Wanchun woke up groggily, confused and disoriented, and had no idea what was going on.

Zhang Yong asked with concern, 'President Song, why did you faint here?'