Chapter 727: Starting ballet
The bad thing about the concession is that you can't easily use guns.
There are foreign troops stationed here. France, Britain, and the United States are all here. It's a very troublesome presence.
If you use a gun, you'll alert the police station. You'll alert the foreign troops.
The concession's Ministry of Public Works may protest.
Knowing Chiang Kai-shek, if the foreigners protest, he will definitely make someone take the blame.
Therefore, without sufficient protection, it is best not to use the gun if possible.
But you also have to ensure your personal safety. You can't just do anything.
Fortunately, I definitely came to the right place by bringing Ao Guanhai here. This guy's hard-won stunt, using the trident as a throwing knife, came in handy again.
'Hoo!'
'Ssshh!'
Another Japanese spy has been assassinated.
It was a veritable assassination. The trident spear pierced almost all the way through from behind.
It was powerful.
One strike, one death.
Vaguely, Zhang Yong felt a little puzzled.
It seemed that the Japanese spies who had been killed all had rather slow reactions. One could even say that they were slow-witted.
He couldn't help but think of three words: unprofessional.
Could it be that these Japanese spies were also novices? Three months of hasty training?
Go up and feel the corpse. Another photo was found.
It was exactly the same as the previous one. It was a picture of a young man. He didn't know him.
Both Japanese spies had his photo. It could be assumed that the other three Japanese spies probably had it too. So, the five Japanese spies were after this same target.
Quietly, he took the photo back. He handed one to Yang Lichu and one to Shen Ming.
'Is this the person you're looking for?'
'No.'
'Really?'
'Really. I don't know this person.'
'Really?'
Zhang Yong was confused.
Yang Lichu didn't know the man in the photo.
However, the Japanese spies all carried photos of this man. So why was that?
It didn't make sense.
He simply didn't want to think about it. He continued with his plan.
He went to trouble to find the third Japanese spy. But this Japanese spy was not easy to deal with.
The distance was too far. There was no angle to ambush.
The distance was more than ten metres. The trident couldn't deliver a fatal blow.
After all, the stunt that Ao Guanhai has been practising is not infallible. Within ten metres, he is confident. Beyond ten metres, it is uncertain.
If the Japanese spy is alerted, there will be another fight.
What should be done?
There is no choice. It can only be done by force.
None of the five Japanese spies have a weapon symbol. Then just do it by force.
Even if it alerts the others, it does not matter.
As long as no guns are used, there is still room for manoeuvre.
'Arrest him!'
An order is given.
Everyone moved at once.
The target Japanese spy also seemed to be a bit slow in his reactions.
By the time he realised what was going on, a flying dragon had already flown into his face. He didn't even have time to resist before he was overpowered.
It was easy.
No effort at all.
Zhang Yong was thus convinced that these Japanese spies were really unprofessional.
Their vigilance was not even as high as his own.
It seems that the Japanese spies are getting worse and worse...
The Japanese spy was tied up.
A pair of binoculars was seized.
He looks at it. It seems to be a piece of junk. The exterior is very old.
In fact, binoculars from this era are still rare. Just look at the Japanese navy, they hang a white cloth below their neck to wipe their binoculars.
Continue to arrest people.
However, the other two Japanese spies have been alerted.
They are running very fast.
Zhang Yong: ...
Shit, are they all born in the year of the rabbit?
Other skills seem unprofessional, but they are fast runners.
He saw through the binoculars that one of the Japanese spies had a strange running posture. It felt like Jack Sparrow...
An illusion.
It must be an illusion.
He must have seen it wrong. How was that possible?
Since they were running,
'Who is this person?' Zhang Yong began the interrogation.
The Japanese spy remained silent.
Zhang Yong asked someone to bring a pair of pliers.
and pressed the Japanese spy's little finger between the jaws of the vice. He then handed it to Ao Guanhai. This guy is strong.
Ao Guanhai applied pressure.
'I'll talk...'
'I'll talk...'
The Japanese spy could not bear it anymore.
Zhang Yong was a little surprised. This Japanese spy doesn't seem very tough?
He confessed after just one vice?
It really is true that each generation is worse than the last...
'Talk.'
'He, his name is, is called Satsuki Terauchi...'
'What is his identity?'
'He, he...'
'Speak.'
'He is the younger brother of Juichi Terauchi. The son of Masatake Terauchi...'
'Oh?'
Zhang Yong's expression changed.
Juichi Terauchi? That name is very familiar.
A senior general of the Japanese army. He is also one of the culprits behind the invasion of China.
'What do you want?'
'Well...'
The Japanese spy stammered.
Zhang Yong exerted pressure. The Japanese spy could no longer bear it.
'We are from the navy...'
'Oh?'
Zhang Yong's eyes lit up.
Navy?
Terauchi's younger brother doesn't seem to be in the navy, does he?
'You want to kill him?'
'Yes...'
'You sunk the yacht?'
'Yes...'
'Your goal is to kill Terauchi Satsuki?'
'Yes...'
'I see.'
Zhang Yong understood. It seems like he was wrong.
These people are not spies from any Japanese spy agency. They were sent by the Japanese navy.
Their mission was the same as Liu Xi's. They were both tasked with eliminating certain people from the army. They were seeking revenge for the death of several admirals from the navy who had been killed in the 226 Incident.
The Japanese army was originally from the Choshu Domain, and Terauchi Masatake was an important representative of the Choshu Domain. He was also an important figure in the Japanese army. After his death, his eldest son Terauchi Juichi inherited his title. At the moment, Terauchi Juichi must already be a general. It seems that this guy has been promoted quite quickly.
The Navy is going to retaliate like crazy. Naturally, they have also targeted Terauchi as a target of retaliation. But it is impossible to kill Terauchi. Then kill his brother. Anyway, just kill whoever you can. The Japanese Navy is extremely ruthless when it comes to retaliation.
No wonder the Japanese soldier in front of me has no resistance. It turns out that he is from the Navy. I guess he has not received any professional training in this area.
Alas, the same goes for Liu Xi. What a pity.
If I had known, I could have helped you guys train for free. I could have taught you how to assassinate army idiots.
Kill Terauchi today...
Kill Tada tomorrow...
Kill Sakaguchi the day after tomorrow...
Hehe.
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'What other targets do you have?'
'What?'
'Apart from Terauchi, who else do you want to kill?'
'Our mission is to kill Terauchi...'
'Where are your weapons? How can you kill without weapons? With a knife? With your teeth?'
'Push him into the sea and drown him.'
'Alas, you really are...'
Zhang Yong shook his head in exasperation.
These Navy idiots. They can't even kill someone professionally.
Why don't you give me the task. I'll help you kill. 500 US dollars each. Good value for money.
Just as he was about to speak, suddenly, a red dot appeared at the edge of the map.
It wasn't marked. It was a newcomer.
He immediately waved his hand. He ordered everyone to lie in wait.
Soon after, the target appeared.
Zhang Yong held up his binoculars and observed, his face gradually growing strange.
It turned out that the Japanese spy who had arrived was actually Satoru Higa. He looked seven-eighths like the photo.
According to the photographic standards of the time, seven-eighths similar was already a very good match.
'Is that him?' Zhang Yong handed the binoculars to the Japanese spy.
'Yes. It's him,' confirmed Navy Horse.
'Good,' Zhang Yong immediately arranged for the capture.
Capture him alive.
Then sell him to the Japanese navy.
Haha.
Capture an army idiot and sell him to a navy idiot.
What if the navy idiots don't want him? Then there's nothing you can do. There's only one buyer.
If the buyer doesn't want him, then you just have to deal with it yourself.
Chop him up.
Stop the bleeding in time.
Capture.
Satoru Terauchi was completely unaware of what was going on.
In no time at all, he was bound up like a red kid. But no rag was stuffed in his mouth.
Zhang Yong didn't think it was necessary.
This Sato Uchida Satsuki was clearly not the type of Japanese spy who would put up a fight to the bitter end. Suicide by biting your tongue, for example, could be difficult.
Sure enough, Sato Uchida Satsuki struggled, but he never bit his tongue.
'What are you doing?'
'What are you doing?'
He struggled desperately.
He yelled desperately.
But it was all in vain.
In front of a bunch of bald-headed people with golden bells, he was like a newborn chick. He couldn't even move.
Zhang Yong said coldly, 'We are the Navy...'
'You...' Satoru Terauchi's yelling came to an abrupt end.
Apparently, the word Navy made him instantly dazed.
Of course he knew what would happen if he fell into the hands of the Navy brutes.
On the 26th of February just past, the snow on the streets of Tokyo had been stained red with blood. Countless Yuan Lao had passed away overnight.
After the rebellion was suppressed, hundreds more people were executed. Again, the ground was covered in blood.
The navy deer, who had suffered a major trauma, hated the army deer and vowed to take revenge. He himself was the target of their revenge.
'Don't kill me...'
'Don't kill me...'
Satsuki Terauchi muttered to himself.
He could do nothing but beg for mercy. Although he knew that begging for mercy was useless.
'Hagya!'
'Get up!'
Zhang Yong grabbed a whip at random.
Since he was going to play the navy deer, he had to have the spirit-infusing rod.
First, he gave him a flogging, then took out the hawthorn stick.
'Ah...'
'Ah...'
Satsuki Terauchi screamed.
He was spoiled and pampered, and he really couldn't stand the flogging.
But the sound suddenly stopped.
It was because he saw the hawthorn stick. He immediately thought of the Navy's spirit-injecting rod.
'Don't...'
'Don't...'
He waved his hands desperately in horror.
However, it was useless. Ao Guanhai and the others held him tightly. They made him face the wall.
Zhang Yong raised the hawthorn stick and gave Satsuki Terauchi a heavy blow to the buttocks.
It seems that this is how you do it, right?
This is how it is done in the Japanese invaders' own movie.
It was very painful.
After one blow, the person being beaten would cover their buttocks and do ballet. It couldn't stop for ten minutes.
'Ah...'
Satsuki Terauchi screamed.
This blow was almost fatal.
The entire person instantly ascended.
At that moment, it seemed as if he had seen the already dead Emperor Taisho...
Aokunai and the others let go of their hands.
Satsuki Terauchi immediately covered his buttocks, stood on his tiptoes, and started dancing ballet.
His walking posture was even more duck-like than Donald Duck's.
Everyone was awestruck.
Yang Lichu: ...
Shen Ming: ...
The two of them were both transfixed.
My god!
What kind of posture is this?
Does it feel like his butt is even more perky than a woman's? Is the effect so explosive after one blow?
I can't help but feel secretly terrified.
This Zhang Yong is really ruthless. The Japanese spies are really unlucky to have encountered him.
After a long time...
Satsuki Terauchi finally returned to the real world.
In the past few minutes, he had spoken with Emperor Taisho, Terauchi Masatake, Tōgō Heihachirō, and Nogi Maresuke.
Oh, there was no Tōgō Heihachirō. That was a naval idiot. Damn naval idiot...
Suddenly, he felt something was wrong.
His body was once again held down by Ao Guanhai and the others. Facing the wall.
Damn it!
There's more!
Satsuki Terauchi's consciousness instantly soared again.
But this time, he didn't want to continue the conversation with Emperor Taisho, Masatake Terauchi, Heihachiro Togo, and Maresuke Nogi.
With good fortune and a clear mind, he shouted out the most correct answer:
"I'll pay!'
'I'll pay!'