Chapter 719: The Injured

Zhang Yong ignored the young man.

Hey, little guy. Not the big guy. Never mind.

He went inside and looked at the back courtyard. He felt that it was quite big. It seemed that a lot of supplies could be stacked.

The backyard wall is also more than two metres high, so you can't see inside from the outside. You can put a stool on the inside, but you can observe the outside by leaning over the wall.

There are also three ladders at the bottom of the wall. I guess it's for quick evacuation.

What a good place.

In the future, if there are any treasures, just pile them here.

Those that don't fit in your personal space and you don't want to hand them over, you can just put them here.

Boss Miao has to agree. Even if he doesn't agree, he has to agree. This is called creating a fait accompli.

What are some of the things?

They're all valuable. Like old coins and stuff.

But they're safe.

'Boss Miao, is there someone on duty at night?'

'Guo and I sleep here at night.'

'Do you have weapons?'

'Why would we need weapons?'

'It's safer to have weapons.'

'No.'

Boss Miao shakes his head.

They don't carry weapons.

If they did, something might go wrong. It's hard to explain.

Zhang Yong takes out two revolvers. They are both high-quality mirror-finished cases. He hands them to Boss Miao.

Boss Miao hastily waves his hand.

His task, his role, is not to carry a gun.

Zhang Yong: ...

Forget it then.

He leans over to the young man. He notices the other person's burning gaze. It is obvious that he wants it.

Young man, who doesn't like guns?

A revolver is practically standard issue in this era.

It is the embodiment of heroism and chivalry.

Unfortunately, this matter is not up to him. He has to listen to Boss Miao. This is called organisational discipline. You can't just do whatever you want.

Deliberately, he waved the revolver at the young man. Then he put it away.

Want it?

No way!

Hey!

The young man's eyes suddenly...

Boss Miao: ...

This Zhang Yong.

He really is a show-off.

What are you showing off for? And deliberately provoking others. Really.

No wonder Shi Bingdao is so scared.

Now it's fine. I guess I'll have to be scared in the future too.

Sigh...

'So...'

Zhang Yong silently checks the map.

Is there an inn next to it? I passed by earlier, and business isn't good.

These days, the business of inns is in a free fall. Unless they have connections with foreigners, they are struggling to survive and could close down at any time.

'Do you know the owner of the inn next door?'

'Oh, Boss Zhou! Yes, I know him.'

'Please ask him to come over.'

'Yes, yes. Xiao Guo, go ask Boss Zhou to come over.'

'Got it.'

Xiao Guo immediately went over.

He ran really fast.

What a young guy, full of energy.

In fact, Zhang Yong himself is not that old, just in his early twenties. But it seems that he doesn't have such abundant energy.

Alas, there are some things that are not for outsiders to know...

'What do you want with Boss Zhou?'

'I've arranged for some people to stay nearby. If anything happens, they can look after things.'

'Arrange for people from the Fuxing Society's secret service?'

'Of course not,'

Zhang Yong shook his head. He would never arrange for those people.

The other wild ways he arranged for were recruited. They had nothing to do with the Fuxing Society's secret service.

Soon, Xiao Guo returned. He hesitated to speak.

'Does Boss Zhou have something on his mind?'

'He's not available for the time being.'

'Really? I'll go and have a look.'

Zhang Yong was a little curious.

A hotel owner who was unavailable?

Haha. What a big shot. Let's go and have a look. Just what kind of background is he?

'Xiao Guo. Keep an eye on things outside.'

'Yes.'

Xiao Guo went outside.

Miao Boss was about to speak but stopped. His expression was changing.

Zhang Yong spoke bluntly, 'Boss Miao, even Shi Bingdao wasn't as hesitant as you.'

'Team Leader Zhang, I'll be honest. There's a seriously injured man over there who needs surgery. But the wind is blowing pretty hard right now...'

'That's easy! I'll take him to the Tzu Chi Hospital in the concession.'

'But his identity...'

'Easy. Just say he's my informant. He was injured by a Japanese spy. What kind of injury?'

'A gunshot wound. In the lower abdomen. The bullet is near the lung.'

'Shall I take a look?'

'Will it leak?'

'The people I brought with me were all found by Shi Bingdao.'

'That's good.'

Boss Miao was relieved.

So he took Zhang Yong to the hotel next door.

The name of this hotel was surprisingly called the Brazil Hotel. I don't know where the name came from.

Zhang Yong couldn't help but think of Brazilian barbecue.

Keep going inside. In a secret room at the back, they saw the wounded man.

It was a man. A middle-aged man. His face was very dark. He was unconscious. His breathing was weak. His lower abdomen was bandaged. Blood was oozing from it. It turned out that the oozing blood had gradually coagulated. It had turned into pools of dark red. It looked shocking.

'Has the bullet been removed?'

'No. It's too dangerous. We dare not remove it.'

'Okay. Carry him to my car. I'll take him to Tzu Chi Hospital.'

'Okay.'

Boss Miao hurriedly made the arrangements.

After some careful handling, the wounded man was loaded into the car.

Zhang Yong drove directly to the concession. Entering the concession, they went directly to Tzu Chi Hospital.

When they encountered a checkpoint on the way, they took out the pass of the Special Agency of the Restoration Society directly. They said with confidence, 'There is a wounded person in the car, don't waste time!'

Mr. Miao in the back seat was so worried. There is no doubt about it.

You even mentioned the wounded person in particular. As if you were afraid that no one knew. And you shouted so loudly.

Fortunately, they arrived at Tzu Chi Hospital without incident.

'Hello, I'm looking for Dr Liu Xi,' Zhang Yong said, throwing a 10-yuan coin.

Money talks. Of course, they had a smooth ride.

Soon, Liu Xi appeared. He looked a little tired.

He was still wearing the protective clothing used during surgery. Of course, it was different from the one in the future.

'What's the matter?'

'There's a seriously injured person who needs surgery.'

'Let me see.'

Liu Xi checked the condition of the injured person.

He frowned.

'The injury is very serious. The chances of survival after surgery are not high either.'

'Desperate times call for desperate measures. Whatever you need, I'll get it for you. Money is not a problem.'

'I'll do my best. However, the outcome cannot be guaranteed.'

'I know. I won't blame you.'

'Okay. Then I'll arrange for the surgery.'

Liu Xi also didn't beat around the bush.

Zhang Yong couldn't help but secretly doubt.

Is she really a spy for the Japanese Navy?

Are Japanese spies that enthusiastic?

Could it be a disguise?

Maybe.

Even if she is in disguise, it's a good thing.

If she is in disguise, she should also try hard. To win my favour.

The patient was pushed into the operating room.

Zhang Yong pulled Boss Miao aside and said, 'How did you get injured?'

'It was Ding Mo's subordinate. That guy Li Shiqun,' Boss Miao said slowly, 'he's set his sights on us.'

'So it was him...' Zhang Yong couldn't help but frown.

I didn't expect it to be Li Shiqun.

I thought it was Xu Enzeng's subordinate.

Now that the Military Affairs Bureau has been established, there is an additional Third Section.

Although the First, Second and Third Sections are fighting for power within the bureau, this is not good news for the Red Party.

Why?

Because each section wants to prove itself. They all want to outdo each other.

In the end, it is the results that speak for themselves. The Second Section relies on catching Japanese spies. But the First and Third Sections are both targeting the Red Party. The two are competing with each other, secretly wrestling with each other, and the underground party is really hurt.

It's just that this guy Li Shiqun has real skills under his belt.

Alas, it's a time of trouble.

Right now happens to be a time when the underground party's organisational strength is at its weakest.

The main force hasn't even gained a firm foothold yet. I'm afraid there's no time to look after this side for the time being. The underground party can only struggle to survive independently.

There's no solution.

He can't help much either.

The difficulties currently faced by the underground party are definitely not something he can solve on his own.

He can only help as much as he can.

I hope Ke Gong has a notebook and is writing everything down...

Hehe...

Suddenly, a white dot appeared at the edge of the map. It was marked. It was Dou Wanjiang.

This guy, finally.

After recovering from his injuries for so long, it's about time he got moving.

Soon after, Dou Wanjiang appeared.

'Team leader...'

'You're here?'

'It's you?'

Dou Wanjiang suddenly saw Boss Miao.

Boss Miao's face changed when he saw Dou Wanjiang.

Zhang Yong: ?

What's going on?

Do they know each other?

'Why are you here?' Dou Wanjiang looked displeased.

'Aren't you in Lingnan?' Boss Miao was also surprised. But he quickly calmed down.

'You know each other?' Zhang Yong interrupted.

'He was there when I killed Chun Yu Qiong. But he didn't help me at all. I was so angry that I almost wanted to kill him to keep him quiet. But I managed to hold back.'

'You...'

Boss Miao paused.

Obviously, he had not expected Dou Wanjiang to be under Zhang Yong's command.

What a narrow escape.

'He killed someone from our Fuxing Society's Secret Service Department.'

'What?'

'A team leader. Someone I had a grudge against. I took the blame for it.'

'You...'

Boss Miao was more and more shocked.

This Zhang Yong really had nerves of steel.

That was the team leader of their Fuxing Society secret service! He just killed him. And he actually dared to admit it.

What a serious crime!

Other people would definitely want to take revenge crazily!

This is really...

'I'm also from the Fuxing Society secret service.'

'Oh...'

Boss Miao's eyes were vacant for a moment. Okay. It's fine.

They're all from the same group. Internal conflict. Family scandals should not be spread outside. I believe this incident will not spread either.

The key is that Zhang Yong has admitted the debt, so the enemy can't use it as an excuse to go around causing trouble for the underground party. Otherwise, the underground party will face the terrible white terror again.

It's just...

Sweat, I feel my heart beating fast.

I finally understand how Shi Bingdao feels. It's really a heart attack at any time.

He's completely out of line.

He's not afraid of the consequences at all.

'Wan Jiang, you will, in the future, stay at the hotel next to Huichun Hall. I will call you if I have something to do.'

'No. I'll follow you.'

'You don't need to.'

'No. I want to.'

Dou Wanjiang had a short temper. And a stubborn one.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have killed Chun Yu Qiong. Who would dare to do that to the head of the Fuxing Society's secret service?

Zhang Yong: ...

Forget it. This guy is really stubborn.

Fine. I'll follow him. That's good. I've got a lot of enemies lately. I need a master to sit in.

'Guns,'

Dou Wanjiang said, reaching for them in a low voice.

Zhang Yong then gave him both pistols. It was just in time to free up some space.

Otherwise, there would be nowhere to put the benefits later.

Dou Wanjiang was very satisfied with the two pistols. He was just next to him, gesturing.

He was itching to do something.

He was eager to try.

He really wanted to find some targets to try the guns on.

Mr Miao's heart was in a state of anxiety, as if it were in a bucket of water, up and down. He felt like he was on a pirate ship.

Zhang Yong was one who was not afraid of anything. His courage was greater than that of a water tank.

Dou Wanjiang was even more so. He had dared to kill the head of the secret service division of the Fuxing Society!

I dare not think...

I dare not think...

What will these two get up to when they get together?

If I had known that Zhang Yong liked to cause trouble like this, I would have never dared to get in touch with him. I'd better leave it to Shi Bingdao. Old Shi might be able to handle it...

Finally, Liu Xi came out.

'The situation is still quite optimistic. For the time being, there is no major problem.'

'The bullet was removed?'

'Yes.'

'Let me see.'

Liu Xi then asked the nurse to take out the bullet.

Zhang Yong picked up the bullet from the enamel tray. It turned out to be a 7.65 mm bullet.

It was an old Browning M1903 pistol. It was lucky. It wasn't a 9 mm bullet. If it had been a 9 mm bullet, it would have been impossible to save him. Sometimes life is just so amazing. It was just a little bit different, and it was the difference between life and death.

'Bang!'

put the bullet back in the enamel tray.

Suddenly, there were weapon symbols cut into the edge of the map. One after the other, there were actually five of them.

They were five white dots. They were obviously together.

Frowning.

What's the deal? Is it aimed at me?

Inside the concession, five people with guns, not simple! If they're not constables, they must be secret agents.

So, what is the other party trying to do?

'Wan Jiang.'

'What is it?'

'Over there, five people have arrived. They all have guns. Go and see what they want quietly.'

'Okay.'

Dou Wanjiang went at once.

Zhang Yong also signalled Chen Hai and the others. Ambush. On guard.

This is Ciji Hospital. Zhang Yong was not afraid of an enemy assault. Five enemies. It was also impossible to assault. A burst of Thompsons would kill them all.

Gradually, it felt as if these five people might have come to find out information.

Perhaps, Li Shiqun learned that the wounded were sent to Tzu Chi Hospital. So he sent someone to check it out?

Haha, Li Shiqun. This guy is no benevolent master.

In that case, of course Zhang Yong could not be a little white rabbit.

No question about it.

Kill them all. Not one left.

Cut off all the enemy's outstretched claws, and those hiding behind them will know pain.

He is not good at construction. But he is very good at killing people and robbing them.

Sometimes, Zhang Yong felt like he was getting worse and worse. He didn't absorb much positive energy, and the negative energy surpassed it.

He was getting better and better at doing things that shouldn't be seen in the light. It was as if he was extremely talented. Self-taught. Perfect.

Occasionally, he felt like he was hopeless...

With someone like him, no wonder they didn't dare to hire him over there.

Never mind, just give up on this idea early.

It's just as well. I can kill the Japanese invaders and traitors as much as I like. I can do whatever I want.

I have no scruples.

I can do whatever I like.

Soon, Dou Wanjiang returned and whispered, 'It's Dou Yishan's subordinate.'

'Which Dou Yishan?' Zhang Yong was puzzled.

Then he remembered. It seems to be the boss of some nightclub.

Ah, it's the Paris Nightclub on the sea. I've had contact with it before. Strange, it's actually Dou Yishan's subordinate?

I thought it was a spy from Li Shiqun's side.

I'm puzzled.

What is Dou Yishan sending someone here for?

Is it a coincidence?

Or is it aimed at me?