Chapter 746: MacArthur Must Be Ranked Number One

Zhang Yong finally got out of the car.

No disguise. No makeup. He showed his true face directly to the people.

He had already used his true face to hang around in front of Yuan Bin before.

When Yuan Bin saw Zhang Yong, his eyes were full of doubt.

Huh? This guy is...

He actually brought someone to intercept me?

That doesn't make sense!

He doesn't look threatening at all.

Yuan Bin thought he had some discerning powers. But he really didn't see anything special about Zhang Yong.

'Introduce yourself,' Zhang Yong said calmly. "My name is Zhang Yong. I'm with the Secret Service of the Restoration Society. I'm arresting you. It's just a little extra money.'

'You're Zhang Yong?" Yuan Bin was full of disbelief.

'Yes.'

'No.'

'What?'

'You are definitely not Zhang Yong. You are an impostor.'

'I...'

Zhang Yong was at a loss for words.

Damn, this Yuan Bin, is he blind!

I am fucking Zhang Yong!

No kidding!

And you don't believe me?

Ahhh...

'I have met Zhang Yong,' Yuan Bin said slowly, "he looks completely different from you.'

'You have met Zhang Yong? When? Where?" Zhang Yong was suspicious.

'It was at the French Concession Public Council,' Yuan Bin said, "You were there with your ID and four other people. You came to visit Mr. Maxim.'

'Who?'

'Maxim, the general director of our French Concession Public Council.'

'Ah...'

Zhang Yong was stunned.

Shit. Someone had impersonated him?

And then visited the general director of the Public Council? Damn. Who had such a big ego?

"What did he do?'

'He mainly expressed his greetings to Mr. Maxim. He also asked Mr. Maxim to do him a favour. Publish some secret news.'

'What secret news?'

'It's some negative news about your Minister of Military and Political Affairs, He asked for strict confidentiality.'

'Shit...'

Zhang Yong finally couldn't help but blurt it out.

Fortunately, he didn't give Katherine five hundred dollars! Otherwise, the loss would be huge.

He had eaten the melon and it had actually landed on his head.

It turned out that the clown was actually himself.

He was the one who had gone to buy foreign newspapers and asked them to confirm the negative news!

No!

It was the fake 'Zhang Yong'...

Someone had impersonated him and gone to the Public Council...

Wait!

Why the Public Council?

Why not the Public Council?

He immediately understood.

The senior management of the Public Council had all met him, Zhang Yong. However, the Public Council in the French Concession was relatively isolated.

The relationships in the Shanghai concessions were complicated. The French Concession in particular. On the one hand, it was under the jurisdiction of the Municipal Council. The French also had positions on the Municipal Council. But on the other hand, the French also had a management structure within the French Concession, the Public Council. The Public Council rarely dealt with the outside world.

Due to some disagreements in the Paris Peace Treaty and the disputes within the League of Nations, the French did not get along well with the British, Americans, Germans or Russians. They also did not get along with the Japanese. It was as if they were saying, 'I'm the best in the world, and I don't give a damn about you.'

The French almost controlled the League of Nations. As a result, the Americans did not want to join. The British were just along for the ride. Red Soviet Russia watched from the sidelines. Three years ago, Japan and Germany withdrew from the League of Nations one after the other. This made the French even more unrestrained within the League. Basically, they were playing by themselves behind closed doors.

If it wasn't for the beating they received at the beginning of the war, they would have ended up raising their hands in surrender. The French can probably stick their tails up to the moon. From this perspective, getting a good beating to clear their heads might not be a bad thing...

He suddenly turned his head.

He saw Catherine's expression, which looked like she was half smiling.

Well, he had been mocked by this woman. Who would have thought that it would turn out to be such a dramatic turn of events.

He was angry.

But he didn't know who to vent his anger at.

Who was this person who was pretending to be him? He had no idea...

'How much did you pay?'

'What?'

'How much did the motherfucker pay to publish the negative news about Minister He?'

'Fifty thousand francs.'

'What? Francs? Fifty thousand? That much?'

'Yes.'

'Shit...'

Zhang Yong felt bad again.

Fifty thousand francs. A huge sum! The franc was also very valuable at that time.

Who the hell could possibly have 50,000 francs? The goal was to publish negative news about Minister He in the newspaper...

Can't I just get Zhang Yong?

Fifty thousand francs! I only want half. I'll call Catherine...

Damn, now I'm sure that the person behind this is definitely rich. Not poor. They're willing to spend 50,000 francs at once.

He's suddenly full of energy again.

This mastermind behind the scenes is so rich, I like it!

I can't wait to catch the other person and plunder all their wealth...

'Zhang...'

'What?'

'This is your Chinese strategy of killing two birds with one stone...'

'Shit!'

Zhang Yong of course knew.

The person behind this not only wanted to frame Minister He, but also Zhang Yong.

It was like killing two enemies with one blow! Insidious!

I guess someone else will also be looking for the mastermind behind this. Maybe they'll find out that it was him, Zhang Yong, who went to the Public Utilities Board in the French Concession and paid to publish negative news about Minister He's family. Then, Zhang Yong is going to be in trouble.

He suddenly became nervous.

If at this time, Ding Muchun or Ye Xiufeng found out about this...

If they came with a large group of people and demanded to arrest him and ask him to go back with them to 'assist in the investigation,' what would he do?

A fight? Or a fight?

Suddenly, a jolt ran through his mind.

'I want this Yuan Bin!'

'No. He's mine.'

'You...'

'Unless you don't want the 5,000 US dollars.'

'Take it!'

Zhang Yong immediately changed his mind.

No one could take his money! Especially US dollars!

Although Yuan Bin could prove that Zhang Yong was not the real Zhang Yong. But he was not worth 5,000 US dollars!

If Ding Mucun and Ye Xiufeng came rushing over, Zhang Yong would definitely put up a fight.

Even if he was ordered to do so by his superiors.

Hmph, Zhang Yong would never just sit there and wait for his death.

The worst that could happen was that they would both die. He would become a bandit.

That would be even more freeing.

Even more unrestrained.

He would just kill Ye Wansheng. Kill Ding Mucun. Even kill Ye Xiufeng.

If the Chief came rushing over, he would kill the Chief too!

A fish dies, the net breaks.

We perish together.

As long as I have the system, I'm not afraid of no way out.

Let's take a look at the goods in the personal space first. Seems like there's quite a lot? We can start from scratch in the Beautiful Country...

'Why did you kill her?' Zhang Yong gradually calmed down.

'She, she...' Yuan Bin stammered.

'I know her. She's Sun Dingyuan's mistress. What did she want when she came to see you?'

'Let me send her on the boat.'

'Then why did you kill her?'

'She didn't have any money...'

'That's not a reason to kill someone.'

'She, she, she also threatened me...'

'Threatened you with what?'

'I...'

'You and Sun Dingyuan have been in contact...'

'No!'

Yuan Bin denied it reflexively.

Zhang Yong: ...

Haha. You still said you didn't. You reacted so quickly. Blushing and getting angry.

You deserve it.

'You colluded with Sun Dingyuan. That's why his mistress knew you.'

'When she was desperate, she decided to ask you for help. Then you wanted her money. But she came without any money. And she tried to threaten you with the fact that you colluded with Sun Dingyuan. In your rage, you killed her. Right?'

Zhang Yong spoke eloquently.

Tonight had been somewhat of a windfall. Not bad.

Although I stayed up late again, the income was good. There is still a big fish in front of me.

'I didn't...'

Yuan Bin's denial was weak and feeble.

At this time, the corpse had already been stripped of all its disguises.

It was indeed a woman. It was Sun Dingyuan's mistress. Katherine took a picture of her. Locking down the evidence.

Yuan Bin wanted to say something but couldn't. In the end, he had no choice but to bow his head.

He had been caught in the act. His crime had been exposed. His opponent was still MI7.

Alas...

What could he say?

"Actually, Mr Yuan, we can keep your secret.'

'What secret?'

'This way...'

Zhang Yong's eyes darkened.

Feng Yunshan and the others immediately moved in, gagging the other six men.

Clean and neat.

One fatal blow.

Katherine: ...

Yuan Bin: ...

Both men's faces were a little pale.

The former was secretly terrified. She then remembered that Zhang Yong was no good.

Back in Tianjin, the Japanese who died at Zhang Yong's hands numbered in the triple digits. Many of them were Japanese military police. They were all killed outright.

The Japanese were so brutal and arrogant in Tianjin, and they were all beaten up by Zhang Yong, not to mention here.

Now that this guy has returned to Shanghai, it seems that he has retracted his fangs and is harmless. However, given the opportunity, he will still eat people without spitting out their bones. This is it. Six people have died without a sound. And someone has very professionally disposed of the bodies.

It is clear at a glance that Zhang Yong has definitely done this kind of thing many times.

'You, you...'

Yuan Bin's voice trembled.

He has also seen cruel people. However, Zhang Yong is indeed too cruel.

'Mr Yuan, I'm keeping your secret.'

'If they don't die, you will. If you feel sorry for them, you can kill yourself.'

'Nonsense. This is for you.'

Zhang Yong threw a sharp dagger in front of Yuan Bin.

Don't pretend to be so innocent. We're all adults. We all walk in the dark. Do we really have no choice?

In this business, no one is innocent.

I'm not. Neither are you. And Katherine certainly isn't.

None of the people who were killed were innocent either.

Were they all just little rabbits following Yuan Bin? Haha.

Sure enough, Yuan Bin looked at the dagger at his feet, his face turning green and white. In the end, he didn't do it.

'Get in the car,'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

It was windy here. It was dark as pitch. It didn't feel good.

'I...'

'Mr Yuan, we'll be friends from now on. As long as you're willing to cooperate...'

'You're also from MI7?'

'Yes.'

'No wonder...'

Yuan Bin let out a helpless sigh.

He had finally accepted his fate. He bowed his head. He got in the car.

Zhang Yong: ...

What a pain in the ass. This guy, he's still trying to flatter himself.

I said it was the Fuxing Society's Secret Service, so you're embarrassed, right? You must make me admit that I'm from MI7 before you feel comfortable, right?

But the name MI7 is indeed much more prestigious than the name Fuxing Society Secret Service.

The Fuxing Society Secret Service is not even a national organisation. It is still in its infancy. But MI7 is already all over the world.

Behind others is the British Empire! The maritime overlord. Number one. No. 1.

Although the economic power of the United States has long surpassed that of the British Empire to become the world's number one, its military power is really not impressive.

Isolationism has caused the military spending of the United States to be reduced again and again, to the point where Patton has become an infantryman.

If World War II had not broken out, Patton might really have gone home to farm. Because the army was being cut down to nothing.

It seems that airmen like Chen Nade were actually cut out.

At this moment, the United States is really not at all prepared for war, and would hate to empty the army.

The world's number one general, MacArthur, only managed to secure a place in the military by forming the US-Philippine Allied Forces. Otherwise, he would probably have had to go home and relax.

A smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Catherine couldn't help but ask, 'What are you smiling at?'

'Nothing,' Zhang Yong said casually, 'We don't care about the others. But MacArthur has to be number one.'

'MacArthur...' Catherine said suspiciously, 'Are you talking about the president of the US Military Academy at West Point?'

'Yes,' Zhang Yong pulled his thoughts back, "I heard someone say that he is the world's number one general. Very good at military command.'

'He..." Catherine paused.

Obviously there was a difference of opinion. But it was inappropriate to argue at this time.

And she felt that Zhang Yong's smile was a bit strange. Insincere. How would she know the strange thoughts in Zhang Yong's mind?

MacArthur must rank first. It's because he was later exposed that he was hammered!

'Where to?'

'The Yin residence.'

'Where?'

'On Avenue Joffre, the Yin residence, my home.'

'Huh?'

Catherine was stunned.

Avenue Joffre? The Yin residence? That's your home?