Chapter 698: Go! That's an order!

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There are so many weapon symbols.

In addition to the soldiers of the security team responsible for guarding the perimeter, there are also a large number of weapons hidden in the crowd.

It's dangerous.

Once you enter, you may be shot to death in a hail of bullets.

Even if you are prepared, you may be hit by a stray bullet flying from nowhere.

So...

To be on the safe side, Zhang Yong stopped far away and used his binoculars to observe carefully.

It is always better to be careful. A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

As a result, after a casual glance, he found Zhou Wancan. This guy is actually here too.

He really is a novice. The assassination operation was so sloppy. The operation failed, and he actually tried to escape by train?

How naive...

At this moment, Zhou Wanchan is alone. He is wearing a thick cotton jacket and crouching on the ground.

Next to him are two large cloth bundles. It looks like he is going on a long journey. But he doesn't have much money. He can only squat on the ground and wait. People like this are basically ignored. No one cares.

If there is no map to guide him, Zhang Yong would not have noticed. He would never have guessed that this guy has a gun.

He studied him carefully. He noticed that Zhou Wancan's gun was not on his person. It was in the bundle.

The outside of the bundle was very old and worn in many places. It revealed the yellowed cotton inside. I guess even a thief would be too lazy to take a closer look.

At first glance, he was a poor guy with no prospects, and he probably didn't even have a copper coin on him.

Since the weapon is in the bundle, Zhang Yong is not afraid. The speed at which he draws his gun is definitely faster than the speed at which Zhou Wanchan takes the gun from the bundle.

He signals the others to wait here. Zhang Yong walks over alone. He approaches quietly.

Zhou Wanchan does not notice his rear.

Soon, Zhang Yong appears behind Zhou Wanchan, about ten metres away from the other party.

A safe distance.

Even if the other party draws his sword, he is not afraid.

He had been attacked with a dagger once before, and he was not taking any chances.

'Zhou Wanchan,'

Zhang Yong called slowly.

Zhou Wanchan subconsciously turned around and saw Zhang Yong.

'It's you?'

His eyes were a little complicated.

But soon they returned to normal. Hollow. Indifferent. As if they didn't know each other.

'It's me,'

'What are you doing here?'

'You stabbed Wang Jichang, I saw it,'

'So what?'

'Your level is not good.'

'Five hundred taels of silver, what more do you want?'

'Is that all you have?'

'How much do you think I have? I can't take on a job that's worth more than five hundred taels of silver!'

'Really?'

Zhang Yong could hear it. The other person was full of resentment.

Never mind. He hadn't thought it through properly before. He had taken things too lightly. If he were Zhou Wancan, he would also be full of resentment after such a big up and down.

Someone else was living a normal life, but Zhang Yong ruined it for him.

The point is, he went to Tianjin for a long time afterwards, and completely ignored Zhou Wanchan.

That was a bit unkind.

I guess Zhou Wanchan must have suffered a bit during that time. It's normal for him to have complaints.

'Where are the other two people? Are they nearby?'

'No. I found them at the last minute. I've already sent them away.'

'You came all the way from Shanghai to Hangzhou to assassinate Wang Jichang?'

'I was driven out of Shanghai.'

'Who drove you out?'

'The Green Gang.'

'Which branch of the Green Gang?'

'I don't know. Someone from the Green Gang came to summon me. I can't afford to offend them, so I had to come to Hangzhou.'

'When did you come?'

'Last October.'

'I see.'

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

So Zhou Wancan had been in Hangzhou for a long time. He had been here for half a year.

I guess he usually doesn't carry weapons. And he's not a Japanese spy, so of course I couldn't identify him.

Hangzhou is a big city with a population of a million or so. The chances of running into him by chance are slim. It's normal that I haven't run into him before.

'So what are you doing now?'

'The Crocodile Gang.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong's eyebrows rose.

Crocodile Gang? He knew that name.

Someone had mentioned it before. But he hadn't looked into it.

Oh, it was Lao Bai who mentioned it. At the time, Zhang Yong himself wanted to get some people in Hangzhou, and one of Lao Bai's suggestions was the Crocodile Gang.

But Zhang Yong didn't like the name. It sounded fishy. It didn't sound domineering enough.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Wancan was actually in the Crocodile Gang.

That was something he could look into.

Once Hangzhou fell, none of the overt forces could be used. The power of these gangs would have to be used.

I hope the Crocodile Gang is a gang willing to resist the Japanese. Otherwise, I'll wipe them out now.

'How many people are there in your gang?'

'More than a hundred, I think.'

'What kind of people are they?'

'All kinds. There are even some Reds.'

'Reds?'

Zhang Yong was taken aback.

Zhou Wancan actually knew about the Reds?

Oh, this guy was just like himself, having made a living on the Shanghai Bund before.

It's strange that he knows about the Red Party. There was a time when the Shanghai police were arresting Red Party members every day. It was a bloody time, a time of white terror.

'Do you know who the Red Party is?'

'I know. But he doesn't know that I already know.'

'Really?'

Zhang Yong was doubtful.

He guessed that Zhou Wanchan was mistaken. It was probably a mistake.

The Red Party was too alert to be so slow to react. Otherwise, they would have been arrested a hundred times already.

Of course, then again, maybe he is a novice. That's also possible.

Didn't Lao Bai make a mistake at the dock before? The Red Party is also made up of human beings. They can also make mistakes.

The protagonists in movies and TV dramas who are full of tricks, have impeccable strategies, are agile and more capable than robots can only exist in the world of film and television. They don't exist in reality. Otherwise, Gu Mozhai wouldn't have needed to sacrifice his life to draw out the real traitor.

Alas, Gu Mozhai...

is actually considered a good person. But good people don't live long!

Fortunately, I'm not a good person. So, there is hope that I will live to be 120 years old. If I can still breathe by then...

'He's here...'

Zhou Wancan suddenly said.

Zhang Yong did not immediately look in the direction of the other person's gaze.

He was afraid of being ambushed.

First, he checked the map. He made sure that no one was approaching him.

In particular, there was no weapon symbol nearby. Only then did he slowly turn his head. Following Zhou Wancan's finger, he looked over.

He saw a porter. In the cold, he was wearing a short coat. He was carrying a pole across his shoulders. Ropes were tied around the pole. He was wearing straw sandals. They looked like he had made them himself, but they were very sturdy. After taking a closer look, Zhang Yong felt that if the other person was a member of the Red Party, they were indeed a bit rough.

The way they had woven the straw sandals was very similar to that of the Red Army soldiers. Anyone who cared would definitely be able to tell.

How can I put it? It was purely an intuition. If someone...

Wait.

Zhang Yong suddenly noticed someone in the distance monitoring the porter.

There was a reflection from a telescope.

It was very faint. But it was a telescope.

Without making a sound, he moved position quietly. He hid behind Zhou Wanchan to avoid being targeted by the telescope.

At the same time, he quietly studied the map.

He noticed that there were seven small white spots when the telescope reflected. They all had weapon symbols.

With so many people, it was obviously some kind of action group.

It wasn't bandits.

It wasn't Japanese spies.

Japanese spies would never gather together like this.

The only explanation is that they're over there.

Which way?

Of course they're from the Party Investigation Department.

Zhang Yong's first reaction was that the porter might have been exposed. He had already been targeted by the Party Investigation Department. He could be arrested at any time.

Then his second thought was that the porter might be a fake Red. Someone was using him to lure the real Reds. Or perhaps to lure the outsiders. Or perhaps to lure the anti-Japanese fighters. But one possibility could be ruled out: it had nothing to do with the Japanese spies.

At the moment, the Japanese spies did not consider the Reds their opponents at all.

None of the Japanese spies knew much about the Reds. So they could not pretend to be Reds.

The secret service of the Restoration Society rarely used such tactics. They found it too much trouble. So, it can be 100% certain that this porter, if he is not really a member of the Red Party, is a spy for the Party Affairs Investigation Office. Maybe Xu Enzeng himself is in control.

In the dark struggle, danger is everywhere. The people closest to you may betray you, let alone strangers.

If Zhou Wancan doesn't carefully screen and rashly relies on them, it will be tragic.

It is precisely these kinds of hooks that are extremely attractive because they don't need to be careful to conceal their identities.

You see, people like Gu Mo Zhai, Shi Bingdao, Fang Huaizhou and the like, would normally be afraid to make any red remarks in public. Otherwise, they would arouse the suspicions of their enemies. And then they would be targeted. So, they appear no different from ordinary people.

However, the hooks arranged by the Party Affairs Department can openly promote some red rhetoric, thereby attracting those activists who do not know the truth. Lure them into the trap. Then catch them all at once. Or eliminate them one by one. Who would have thought that the other party was actually an enemy posing as a member of the Red Party.

Very insidious.

Very despicable.

But very effective.

Behind the scenes, they can also use this to discredit the Red Party.

'Is it him?'

'Yes.'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong nodded.

He made a gesture. Get ready to arrest.

Since it's the 'Red Party,' arrest him. Torture him.

Simple arrangements.

Zhou Wanchan sensed something was wrong and hurriedly asked, 'What are you going to do?'

'I'll help you determine if he's really a Red,' Zhang Yong replied, 'Don't worry. If he's really a Red, I'll let him go. If he's not, the people behind him will come to his rescue.'

'But...' Zhou Wancan's face looked a little unpleasant.

Zhang Yong's explanation was impeccable.

Zhou Wancan was very worried that the second situation would occur. Because it was Zhang Yong who took action.

'Watch.'

'Okay...'

Zhou Wancan replied blankly.

Immediate action.

Several people quietly approached the porter.

The porter did not sense any danger. He was still standing there. Zhang Yong shook his head slowly.

He was almost certain that the porter was definitely an impostor. So there was no need to worry about being caught. And which true Red Party members weren't careful? They were sensitive to every sound and movement around them. Lao Bai had been over-sensitive.

Split second.

Movement.

Several people pounced on the porter and seized him.

At the same time, they shouted out their identities, 'We're from the Special Branch of the Restoration Society, we're arresting the Reds! All other people, step aside!'

The crowd around them hurriedly stepped aside. They were afraid that the fire from the city gates would spread to them.

The porter struggled violently.

He was both anxious and angry, shouting, 'Why are you arresting me?'

'You're a Red!' Zhang Yong said coldly.

'Who says so?'

'He does,'

Zhang Yong pointed at Zhou Wanzan, who was standing nearby.

The porter's face suddenly changed.

Of course he knew Zhou Wanzan. He never expected this to happen.

Zhou Wanzan had actually gone and informed on him to the secret service of the Restoration Society, saying that he was a member of the Red Party. Damn it. It was a misunderstanding. It was all a misunderstanding! It was a mistake...

'I'm not a member of the Red Party...'

'We at the secret service of the Restoration Society have 108 tortures, and you will confess after you have tried them all.'

'I really am not...'

'Take him away.'

'Sir, don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand, I'm from the Party Affairs Investigation Department. I'm pretending to be a Red. I'm on a mission. My colleagues are nearby...'

'Nonsense! I'll break your legs!'

'Really, really, sir, I'm under Director Xu of the Party Affairs Investigation Department. Really...'

The porter hurriedly declared his identity.

He didn't want to taste the 108 dishes of the Special Branch. Just one meal would kill a person.

Zhang Yong turned his head and looked at Zhou Wancan.

Zhou Wancan's face was pale. His eyes were dull.

Everything in front of him made him feel very uncomfortable. But he had to accept it.

He thought this Red Party was his hope. Unexpectedly, it was a fake. The purpose was self-evident.

Zhang Yong turned his head.

He looked at the location where the telescope had previously reflected light.

Obviously, the people there had already discovered the situation here. They were moving quickly towards this side.

There was no doubt that these people were from the Party Affairs Investigation Department.

'You are under Xu Enzeng?'

'Yes...'

'How long have you been pretending to be a Red?'

'Six months.'

'How many Reds have you arrested?'

'Three.'

'Where are they?'

'They've all been taken back to Jinling.'

'Who are they? Write them down, I'll check them one by one.'

'Yes, yes...'

The porter dared not be negligent.

If the other person was a Red, he would not be afraid.

However, if the other party was from the secret service of the Restoration Society, he dared not be the least bit negligent.

He hurriedly spoke up. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He could be beaten to death at any time.

Zhang Yong recorded everything in detail. They were all strangers. But he believed that the other person would not dare to lie. Otherwise, given the relationship between the Party Affairs Investigation Department and the Secret Society's Special Branch, he would be made to suffer more than death every minute. He guessed that the guy in front of him knew it too. So he confessed everything truthfully, just to get out of it.

The map reminded him that there were seven or eight people rushing over from the northwest. They were all armed.

Zhang Yong glanced at them. He was sure they were from the Party Affairs Investigation Department. The one leading the group was a squad leader. He didn't know him. But he had an impression.

By 'impressed', I mean that there is information about him in the database of the Fuxing Society's Special Branch. If someone has a good memory, they should be able to remember at a glance. Most people in the Special Branch can do this. But Zhang Yong is not one of them. So, he cannot remember the other person's name. He only knows that he is from the Party Affairs Investigation Department.

'Team Leader Zhang, don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong,' Sure enough, the squad leader hurriedly smiled as he came up to him, "We're on the same side, we're on the same side.'

'You are..." Zhang Yong frowned and asked.

'I am Tian Wenfeng, Tian Wenfeng,' the other person hurriedly replied.

'Oh,' Zhang Yong waved his hand. He told the porter to let go of the man. The porter, as if he had been granted a great pardon, hurriedly ran over to Tian Wenfeng.

'Thank you. Thank you,' Tian Wenfeng felt relieved.

He had thought that Zhang Yong would be difficult to deal with. Unexpectedly, the other person had readily let the man go.

It was too smooth. Therefore, he felt a little incredulous. He was worried that Zhang Yong still had other conditions.

'You, Tian, Tian...'

'Tian Wenfeng.'

'Well, Tian Wenfeng, I'll remember you. Take your men and evacuate the train station immediately. I need to carry out my duties here. So as to avoid any further misunderstandings.'

'Understood. Understood. Team Leader Zhang, I'll withdraw immediately. I'll withdraw immediately.'

'Good.'

Zhang Yong nodded.

Tian Wenfeng hurriedly led his men away. He was afraid that Zhang Yong would change his mind.

This Zhang Yong is a man who will eat people alive! Every time someone from the Party Affairs Investigation Department encounters him, nothing good happens.

Just look at Ye Wansheng.

He has been beaten so many times, but there is no way he can retaliate.

Jin Lin almost walks around Zhang Yong every time they encounter each other.

He mainly avoids him.

Unexpectedly, he is so easy to talk to today. I guess Zhang Yong has something important to do. I don't bother arguing with them. Otherwise, I'm afraid they will either die or lose their skin.

Especially that fake Red Party porter, once Zhang Yong decided he was a Red, he was dead.

What? Interrogation? No such thing. Maybe he'd just be shot on the spot.

Zhang Yong was just that tyrannical when he got down to business.

'Captain, I'll never impersonate a Red Party member again...'

The porter was also terrified.

It was fine to encounter a Red Party member, but Zhang Yong was terrifying.

Luckily, he had reacted quickly and cooperated 100% just now, otherwise, he would have lost his life long ago.

'Let's talk about it when we get back.'

Tian Wenfeng was also shaken.

The method of impersonating the Red Party was good, but Zhang Yong was just too scary.

That guy killed Japanese spies like they were chickens. In case he got carried away, a fake Red Party member could be treated seriously...

Bang!

Shot to death.

Who would dare impersonate the Red Party in the future?

'He's a fake,'

Zhang Yong said to Zhou Wancan.

A little relieved. It seems that Zhou Wancan has not gone astray yet.

This guy actually wants to join the Red Party. But it's not impossible. As long as the conditions are met.

The Red Party's organisational discipline is very strict. It is impossible for Zhang Yong to break the rules for him. However, if Zhou Wancan can do it, the Red Party will welcome him.

'Well, well...' Zhou Wancan suddenly lowered his head.

'What else do you have?' Zhang Yong asked after him.

'I... I also told him about the assassination of Wang Jichang.'

'You...'

Zhang Yong frowned.

He wanted to say something, but stopped.

He was in no position to criticise others.

Zhou Wanchan was not his subordinate. And he had wronged someone before.

'Where is the money I gave you?'

'Still here.'

'You haven't spent any?'

'Not a cent.'

'Why not?'

'I...'

Zhou Wanchan didn't answer.

Zhang Yong then understood. He had scared the other person.

Because he had previously been on the Bund, killing many Japanese spies, Zhou Wanchan was very wary of him.

In Zhou Wanchan's eyes, Zhang Yong was nothing more than an executioner.

He killed without blinking.

Wherever he went, nothing grew.

Who wouldn't be afraid?

He was afraid that if he used Zhang Yong's money, Zhang Yong would come looking for him later. So he simply didn't spend any of it. It was a way of protecting himself.

'Who else is in the Crocodile Gang?'

'I...'

'Arrange a meeting with them for me. Just say it's me, Zhang Yong, who wants to see them.'

'This...'

Zhou Wanchan hesitated.

He was worried that the big shots would be afraid to show up.

After all, Zhang Yong was a bit scary. What if he set up a trap...

'Go! That's an order!'

'Oh...'

Zhou Wanchan hurriedly agreed.

Unwittingly, he had become accustomed to being yelled at by Zhang Yong.

In the face of external pressure, there was simply no such thing as choice anxiety. Because there was simply no other choice.

'Go!'

'Oh...'

Zhou Wanchan hurriedly turned around and left.

He didn't even bother to pick up the bundle on the ground. It was just a disguise anyway.

He didn't dare to take out his weapon in front of Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong didn't remind him either.

After Zhou Wanchan had left, he unpacked the bundle and took a revolver from it. He left the rest behind. He had other things to do.

'Woo-woo-woo...'

'Woo-woo-woo...'

The sound of a whistle came. A train had arrived.

A dazzling red dot entered the map.