Chapter 700: Undercover

Thinking of Aoi Akiyama...

She really is a very pretty Japanese girl!

Zhang Yong has no prejudice against beautiful Japanese women. As always, he likes young, beautiful, and pure...

Stop.

Stop.

What are you thinking about?

It's about national hatred. If Lao Bai and the others find out, it'll be terrible...

'Shao Long.'

'I'm here. Secretary Mao. Speak.'

'This matter is probably not simple. Check it out when you have time.'

'Okay. Where is the Director?'

'The Director is temporarily unavailable. Handle it at your discretion.'

'Okay.'

Zhang Yong agreed.

After Mao Renfeng hung up, he hung up too.

The Director is unavailable for the time being? It seems that this time he will have to reflect on his actions for a long time. The Director may indeed be suspicious.

You were originally told to spy on the army. But you went and colluded with the army. How could the Director not be angry?

The problem is, it seems that Chun Yu Qiong is working for Zheng Jiemin. The Prime Minister should hold Zheng Jiemin responsible. Oh, Zheng Jiemin and Tang Zong are both still in Germany and have not yet returned. The Prime Minister is annoyed, but of course he takes it out on Boss Dai. However, I guess it's just for show. He won't really take harsh measures. Facing the wall and thinking about one's mistakes is also meant to be a warning.

If the Prime Minister understands, he will be careful in the future.

However, when the War of Resistance broke out, the Prime Minister became ambitious again and started to meddle in military affairs.

The result...

Alas, it's all about greed.

You're already monitoring the army, but you want to form your own army as well?

No imperial guard in any dynasty has ever commanded troops on their own!

Shake your head.

Banish the chaotic thoughts from your mind.

He finds that his greatest ability is to not think about things he shouldn't. Thinking about it won't help.

Just do what you can.

The big shots are thinking about things that have nothing to do with him.

What did concern him?

Making money.

Catching spies.

Living his own little life.

Preparing for the eight years of war that were about to begin.

Ensuring, as far as possible, that he would be around to see the day of total victory.

And if there was still a chance...

Well, if there was a chance...

Getting to know a few of the future bigwigs and cultivating good relationships to ensure a secure future.

'Team leader.'

'Yes?'

Zhang Yong pulled his thoughts back.

It was Tianqi. He was carrying a pile of weapons in his hands.

Oh, they were all picked up from the square. Zhang Yong was responsible for collecting money. The others were responsible for collecting weapons.

Before the army arrived, they looted the square.

'It's all here.'

'Good.'

Zhang Yong looked carefully.

There were eight people, seven of whom were dead. However, thirteen pistols were seized.

Apparently, many people carried double pistols.

The most were still revolvers.

As it turned out, it wasn't a matter of cost. It was purely a matter of getting used to the feel. Using other pistols didn't feel right.

Many of the bandits were famous for their revolvers. They had almost become a symbol of bandits. Without a revolver, even the most skilled person could only perform at 70% of their ability.

The revolvers used by the four bandits were all high-quality mirror-finished boxes.

In addition, there were also revolvers. It seems to be the English Webley revolver?

Zhang Yong didn't know much about revolvers. He always felt that they were too weak. They couldn't kill people. The revolvers in Hong Kong movies were completely for show.

If you encounter a weapon of mass destruction like an AK, a revolver is basically no different from a water pistol.

If you want to talk about weapons of mass destruction among handguns, apart from the M1911, I guess it's the Big Black Star. That's the domestically produced Type 54. That's fierce...

'Take them away!'

'Yes.'

Zhang Yong leads the men in retreat.

They retreat all the way to more than 800 metres away from the train station.

They found a church. It looked Portuguese. They paid the missionary five silver dollars. They borrowed the roof temporarily.

They climbed the simple stairs to the church dome. They raised the binoculars.

From a high vantage point, everything was clear.

The area around the train station was now heavily guarded.

Soldiers were everywhere.

They saw a colonel leading the troops. But they didn't see Xuan Tiewu.

Nor did they see Liang Wenxiu. Oh, he was injured. It was unlikely that he would show up any time soon. Haha, he deserved it. Just lie there.

Later, a large number of military police arrived. There were more than 300 of them. The leader was also a colonel. But Zhang Yong didn't know him at all.

They weren't in the same system, and he hardly recognised any of them.

Unless Gu Bafeng followed, otherwise, the military police system would not buy Zhang Yong's account either.

Last time, when he asked the military police to help block the docks, they didn't respond at all. It can be seen that Chiang Kai-shek has gone to great lengths. He has set up so many different systems. To ensure his own safety. It is impossible for any system to rebel. Each system also monitors the others.

Takashita Takashi was finally protected.

The bodies in the square were also carried away. Someone started to wash the floor.

However, from beginning to end, no one from the Jingcha was seen. This shows that the police system has also been excluded.

I wonder who was responsible for the deployment? Could it have been the little committee chairman?

The fact that no one from the police system showed up suggests that Chen Cheng deliberately avoided suspicion. He is being very cautious.

I'm getting all kinds of ideas in my head...

Suddenly, a marked white dot enters the map range.

Zhang Yong checks it out. It turns out to be the veteran who was the only one not killed in the previous firefight in the square. The one who pretended to be a rookie.

This guy actually came back to watch the fun? Haha. Not bad!

The safest place is the most dangerous place?

Observe quietly.

I find that the target's attire has completely changed.

Now he is actually wearing ragged clothes and pushing a handcart. He is hawking roasted sweet potatoes along the street.

Damn. What a clever disguise. He can even roast sweet potatoes.

The map prompts a weapon symbol.

I guess the pistol is hidden under the charcoal brazier. It can be taken out at any time.

Moreover, the red charcoal brazier is also a very deadly weapon. If you flip it casually, the sky will be filled with flying embers.

Don't think that embers are harmless. In fact, Zhang Yong discovered that this little thing is still very difficult to deal with once it burns someone. The chance of death is extremely high.

In an era without antibiotics, burns are extremely prone to infection. And it is very difficult to save them.

Therefore, even the Fuxing Society's secret service usually rarely uses things like branding irons. Unless there is no other way.

If a branding iron is usually used, the person will be disabled. The possibility of death in the later stage is extremely high.

Relatively speaking, electrocution is still salvageable.

'Who is this guy?'

'If it's an act, why did he come back to check?'

'Is he dissatisfied with the previous battle?'

Zhang Yong speculated about several possibilities. None of them were conclusive.

Continue to observe. It was discovered that the target stopped near the police line at the train station.

Observe carefully. It was discovered that the target was a burly man with a beard. I don't know if it's a disguise. Or his true face.

His body is very strong. His limbs are strong and powerful. It's obvious that he's not easy to deal with.

If it's a head-on melee, it may be extremely difficult.

Unless it's a sneak attack. A clubbing blow...

Or a bullet. Like from a scope.

Zhang Yong measures the distance. Exactly 330 metres. If you use a scope, you should be able to kill him with one shot.

The problem is...

There's no need.

There are a lot of questions that this bearded man needs to answer.

The opponent is not a Japanese spy. Once he is caught, he should reveal some secrets. Killing him will get you nothing.

He pondered silently how to capture the other party alive...

Suddenly, a foreigner appeared from the alley next to him. He kept his head down. He walked towards the bearded man who was roasting sweet potatoes.

Huh?

Zhang Yong's eyebrows rose.

A foreigner? Roasting sweet potatoes?

Something subconsciously felt wrong. Then...

he saw the foreigner walk past the bearded man and reach out, handing him a small cloth pocket.

The bearded man quickly took it. He tossed it around a bit. Then he opened the pocket and looked inside. He then closed the pocket. He put it in his own bosom.

Then the foreigner continued walking with his head down.

What was that?

Zhang Yong adjusted the binoculars to try to get a better look. Unfortunately, he couldn't get a good look.

Then the bearded man quietly turned around. He pushed the cart with the roasted sweet potatoes all the way, and quickly left the train station.

Zhang Yong: ?

What's going on?

Could it be that the target of the bearded man is not the train station?

Is he here to make an exchange?

Never mind. Arrest him. We can question him later.

Make the arrangements quickly.

The other party has a gun. But it's not on him.

In other words, if we move fast enough, he won't have a chance to react.

What if he does react?

Then there's nothing we can do. We'll have to kill him.

Anyway, the basic principle is to never let the other party react.

Follow quietly. The target has entered the alleyway, which is like a spider's web. It's like a huge maze.

Good.

Zhang Yong likes these kinds of mazes.

With the help of the map, he can track the target in advance.

After some twists and turns, he successfully ambushes the target.

'Poof!'

Zhang Yong drops his club.

The target immediately faints.

Zhang Yong breathes a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, no matter how strong you are, you can still faint from a club.

The others hurriedly came up and steadied the handcart. They didn't want it to overturn.

Zhang Yong was in charge of the arrest.

He felt for the body.

But there was nothing of value on it. Only the small cloth bag given by the Englishman. It was in the arms of the bearded man.

He took it out. Opened it. Inside was a dark blue gemstone. The size of a quail's egg. He couldn't tell the quality.

Frowning,

Zhang Yong didn't like gems.

The main reason is that he doesn't think he can quickly turn it into cash.

Of course, it seems like a good idea to give it to someone. But who? Does he need it?

In the end, he decides to keep it for himself. Unless he can get more sapphires. A hundred or so, for example. One for each woman.

That's called universal love...

He searches carefully. There is nothing else.

So he wakes the man up.

The bearded man wakes up groggily. He looks at Zhang Yong, then at the others, confused, then silent.

He didn't know Zhang Yong, but he knew Zhang Yong was up to no good.

'Name,' Zhang Yong asked.

'Qu Tie,' the bearded man replied slowly.

'You work for the British?'

'Yes.'

'What's the British guy's story?'

'MI7.'

'Oh?'

Zhang Yong's expression changed.

MI7? Dickens? Catherine?

It seems that the British are quite active! They even have intelligence agents in Hangzhou.

He tilted his head and thought about it. It seems normal. Hangzhou is a relatively large city. It has a population of over a million.

'Why assassinate the Japanese?' Zhang Yong said slowly.

He had a huge doubt.

Obviously, this was the Japanese plan. A scheme to trick the enemy by pretending to be injured. But why were the British involved?

What role was MI7 playing?

Qu Tie was silent.

Zhang Yong did not rush him.

The other party was weighing up the situation.

He gave the other party ten minutes.

Ten minutes later...

He took out the heavy hammer and pounded the ground with it.

He looked left and right. In fact, it wasn't that intimidating. It was unremarkable. It was unadorned. What were they afraid of?

Being crippled wasn't going to kill you...

The bearded man saw the heavy hammer and pursed his lips. Finally, he spoke of his own accord.

'The British asked me to kill the target in a fake assassination.'

'What did MI7 give you in return?'

'A sapphire.'

'Why didn't you take the money?'

'They wouldn't give me the money. They only gave me the sapphire.'

'Is the sapphire valuable?'

'They said it was worth 300 pounds. I don't know if it's true.'

'You didn't do what the British asked you to do. Why did the British give you the sapphire?'

'Because I lost three brothers. They didn't want me to cause trouble for them, so they honoured their promise.'

'The deal is done?'

'Yes.'

Qu Tie answered obscurely.

According to the rules of the underworld, once someone has paid the reward, the deal is over.

As for what happens during the transaction, how many people die or get injured, it's none of the employer's business. You reap what you sow. Since you took on the task, you should have expected the risks. The employer will not bear the responsibility for your risks.

'Do you have the Englishman's phone number?'

'Yes.'

'Write it down.'

'Yes.'

Qu Tie obediently did as he was told.

Zhang Yong took the phone number and hid it. It would be used as a backup.

'Do you know who I am?'

'No.'

'My name is Zhang Yong. I'm with the Special Branch of the RCCK.'

'You?'

'It seems you know my name.'

'I've heard of you.'

'If you work for the Japanese, you're a traitor. You know the consequences.'

'I'll tell you a secret in exchange.'

'Go on.'

'The derailment of the Hangzhou-Shanghai train was arranged by Wang Jichang.'

'Wang Jichang?'

'Yes. They wanted to kill the deputy head of the Ministry of Justice.'

'Why?'

'Because he didn't listen to Wang Jingwei.'

'Is that so?'

Zhang Yong felt that things were getting complicated.

So there was so much behind-the-scenes intrigue behind the train derailment?

Just look at how the Japanese chose to target the deputy head of the Ministry of Justice. There didn't seem to be any direct conflict. It turns out that the Wang family didn't like him.

This Wang Jingwei is quite ruthless. He's not unlike Chiang Kai-shek. No wonder he became the number two in the Guomindang. Even though Chiang tried hard to suppress him, he was never able to kick him out of the power centre. Wang's biggest weakness was that he didn't control the Whampoa Military Academy faction. Otherwise, Chiang would have been under even more pressure...

'How do you know all this?'

'I was on the train. I was in charge of the outer perimeter.'

'Oh?'

Zhang Yong's eyes twinkled.

This Qu Tie actually knew so much insider information.

'What else do you know?'

'I know where Sun Dingyuan is.'

'He's already dead.'

'His double is dead.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong was stunned.

Double?

Sun Dingyuan's?

Wait a minute.

Let me think...

Sun Dingyuan even had a fucking double?

No...

The one killed before was not the real one?

No wonder he only had US$3,000 on him and nothing else. So it turned out to be a fake Sun Dingyuan!

Shit!

These old crooks are really crafty.

You're just a bandit, but you even have a double. It's like someone else's president.

'How many doubles does Sun Dingyuan have?'

'Seven or eight!'

'What?'

Zhang Yong couldn't believe it.

He suspected that Qu Tie had made a mistake. How could you just blurt it out?

And seven or eight body doubles? That's ridiculous!

Qu Tie noticed Zhang Yong's expression and said, 'There are seven or eight. They look very similar to him. It's hard for outsiders to tell the difference.'

'Where would he find so many similar people?' Zhang Yong felt it was impossible.

'Sun Dingyuan has a mistress who is very good at disguise,' Qu Tie said, 'She is responsible for finding similar people, and with a little make-up, she looks almost exactly like Sun Dingyuan.'

'Where is this mistress?'

'She is always by Sun Dingyuan's side. She not only knows how to disguise herself, she also knows how to poison people and breathe fire...'

'What?'

Zhang Yong's eyes widened.

What did you say? Breathing fire? Is she juggling?

Damn, these people from the underworld are really a motley crew, all kinds of talent. I don't know how to describe it.

Suddenly, he reacted, puzzled.

'How do you know?'

'I used to work under Sun Dingyuan.'

'You also come from a bandit background.'

'No. I was under Wang Yachao.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong was confused.

Is this a reversal?

You were actually under Wang Yachao?

Wang Yachao was the one who assassinated Wang Jingwei. And you...

Wait!

'You're an undercover?'

'No.'

Qu Tie firmly denied it.

But Zhang Yong understood.

This guy is the undercover.

In a fight in the dark, it's always a case of you in me and me in you.

You can plant an undercover in me, and I can certainly plant one in you. It's just a matter of who's a better undercover.

To be honest, Zhang Yong felt that every undercover agent was an absolute genius.

If it were him, Zhang Yong, he would have been found out in three minutes.

This Qu Tie was definitely the undercover agent that Wang Yachao had planted on the Wang family's side.

Otherwise, he could not have known so much.

'What was the result of the assassination of Wang Jingwei last time?'

'It missed the vital spot.'

'That's a pity.'

'Yes.'

Qu Tie was very careful with his words.

Obviously, he would not reveal this secret easily.

Zhang Yong did not pursue the matter.

As long as he knew that the other person was an undercover, that was enough.

Since the other person was an undercover, he should quickly release the person.

'You can go!'

'Give me a shot. Or a knife.'

'What?'

'I'll do it myself!'

'No need!'

Zhang Yong took out his revolver.

He aimed at Qu Tie's calf and fired two shots.

Qu Tie: ...

No, brother. I told you to give me one shot. Not two!

He immediately winces in pain. Cold sweat breaks out. He trembles all over.

'I said one shot...'

'I heard you wrong.'

'You...'

'I don't really trust you.'

'I...'

Qu Tie is speechless.

However, there is nothing he can do now.

This is just the way Zhang Yong does things. One shot is indeed too gentle. Not like Zhang Yong's style.

'How about another shot? More realistic?'

'You want me dead...'

Qu Tie's voice trembled.

Although Zhang Yong had avoided the bone, the bullet had gone through.

Two holes had been left in his left calf. Blood was pouring out. There was a large pool of blood on the ground.

'Wrong...' Zhang Yong suddenly said.

'What?' Qu Tie was startled.

'It seems that the bullet should have entered from behind and gone through the front...'

'It's the same. It's the same.'

Qu Tie hurriedly covered his shin, afraid that Zhang Yong would shoot him again.

Not to mention, Zhang Yong definitely could do it.

'Okay then...'

Zhang Yong returned the sapphire to the other person.

At the same time, he took out five 100-silver-dollar banknotes and slipped them to Qu Tie.

Sorry, this is for the medical expenses.

Thank you for your hard work...

'Zhang Yong.'

'Yes?'

'I really regret telling you the truth.'

'Why?'

'I said one shot.'

'I heard it wrong.'

Qu Tie: ...

Speechless and choking.

It felt like the wind was whimpering. I feel aggrieved for him.

But what can he do? Zhang Yong insists that he heard it wrong!

Heard it wrong...

Heard it wrong...