Chapter 817: Assassination, Chaos, Calm

Zhang Yong also saw Feng Jiliang. Pretending not to see.

Xiao Guo has already been rescued. There is no need for him to show his face for the rest of the matter. The other party has already seen him.

Now, the warehouse at the Wusongkou Pier is his territory!

The Party Affairs Investigation Department found him here, so he definitely wouldn't dare come up and provoke.

Sure enough, Feng Jiliang immediately ordered a U-turn. He left.

Zhang Yong was inside, and he stupidly delivered himself up, looking for death?

No beating or scolding. But just keeping you locked up for more than ten hours. Who can stand that?

He who knows how to adapt to circumstances is the wisest...

Feng Jiliang left with the secret agents. The wharf also returned to peace.

Pan Laibin was brought before Zhang Yong.

He had actually been driven away once before. But somehow he had returned.

However, this guy just stuck to the dock like glue and refused to leave.

He must have received some high-level advice, because his strategy was to just waste time. He said he would waste time at the dock no matter what.

I have to say, this method was very effective. Even Zhang Yong could not drag this guy out and shoot him.

There was no need to.

Perhaps at some point, this Pan Laibin would have to take the blame.

Unloading the cargo.

Boxes of rifles were unloaded.

Although it was not yet known what they were for, they were unloaded first.

On the ship, they belonged to someone else. They could be taken away at any time. But once they arrived at the dock, on land, they belonged to Zhang Yong. No one could take them away.

At most, they could be destroyed.

The only problem remained: where to get the matching bullets...

No luck.

His ammunition space also did not have the corresponding ammunition.

The ammunition space can only produce some already established ammunition from time to time and in an indefinite amount. There is no way to create new ammunition on your own.

The 7.7 mm bullets used by Ying Qiqi. There are some. But these 5,000 rifles cannot use them.

Frowns. Get back 5,000 firesticks. It's useless!

'Ring ring ring...'

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Zhang Yong picked up the receiver casually. He found it was Zhou Yang.

'Shaolong, I'll be there immediately.'

'Good,'

Zhang Yong replied.

Sure enough, the Songhu Garrison Command stepped in to take charge.

He didn't need to worry about the rest. Someone was responsible for all the rifles, ammunition, and Italian cannons.

Thoughtful.

Suddenly, he remembered something. He casually made a phone call back to the Hotel Mader.

Perfect. It was Aphrodite who answered the phone. Her voice was still enchanting. She spoke fluent Chinese. It had a very special flavour. It made one's imagination run wild.

'Aphrodite, this is Zhang Yong. Has someone left a message for me?'

'Yes.'

'Go on.'

'Someone asked you to call back as soon as possible. The number is 8557.'

'Thanks!'

Zhang Yong put the receiver down. A moment later he picked it up again.

He dialed the number one digit at a time.

8557? Who could it be? It had better be Lin Xiaoyan.

He desperately wanted to know the location of Ryuzo Kuroshima. He was representing 300,000 US dollars.

Money!

He needed a lot of money!

'Hello...'

Someone picked up the phone quickly.

Zhang Yong's spirits immediately lifted.

It was Lin Xiaoyan's voice. It really was her.

Good news was on the way!

Without thinking, he asked, 'Ryuzo Kuroshima...'

'No news of him yet,' Lin Xiaoyan said. "They're on their guard against us at Teikou Technology...'

'So what did you want to talk to me about?" Zhang Yong wasn't too disappointed.

He hadn't expected anything sooner.

Any other news would do.

As long as it was valuable.

However, Lin Xiaoyan fell silent. It seemed she was about to say something.

'You want to talk in person?'

'Shirakawa Hideyoshi has a mistress at 31 Fengyuan Road...'

'When?'

'He should be there right now.'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong hung up the phone.

He fully understood Lin Xiaoyan's meaning. It was to get rid of Shirakawa Hideyoshi.

Although Shirakawa Hideyoshi was nominally a member of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, his brother Shirakawa Yoshinori was a member of the military. Therefore, he was close to the military.

Although it was not known whether Lin Xiaoyan and Akiyama Shigeaki had any secret agreement, Shirakawa Hideyoshi's death would benefit both of them.

Therefore...

Prepare to plan the assassination.

Get rid of Shirakawa Hideyoshi.

Previously, his brother Shirakawa Yoshinori was killed by someone arranged by Wang Yachao. Now, it is Zhang Yong's turn to get rid of Shirakawa Hideyoshi.

Quietly lead the men to Fengyuan Road.

This is not the concession area. However, it is not far from the Hongkou war zone.

The economic development in the area near the concession is abnormal. Fengyuan Road is no exception.

There are many red light districts. Day and night, there are many attractively dressed girls waving at you, full of enthusiasm.

Of course, if they find out you don't have much money in your pocket, their faces suddenly change. It's like stepping in dog poo.

Many red dots appear on the edge of the map.

Raise the binoculars and you can see many Japanese people. The streets are very lively.

The entire economy of Fengyuan Road almost serves the Japanese-occupied area of Hongkou.

Find Fengyuan Road 31. It turns out to be a very exquisite small apartment. Sure enough, those who live in it are all high-class courtesans.

However, no red dots are found inside the small apartment. This indicates that Shirakawa Hideyoshi is not there.

Could it be that Lin Xiaoyan's information is wrong?

It shouldn't be.

She shouldn't make a mistake over such a trivial matter...

Suddenly, a marked red dot appears at the edge of the map. Check it immediately. It turns out to be Shirakawa Hideyoshi.

Oh, I came early. Shirakawa Hideyoshi is only just arriving.

Immediately look for an opportunity to assassinate.

No sign of Yan Guangkun. He probably didn't bring him along.

Killing Shirakawa Hideyoshi will have an impact on Yan Guangkun? I'm not sure. But Zhang Yong won't hesitate.

This is a rare opportunity.

If you miss it, you won't know when the next one will come along.

Immediately deploy the assassination plan.

Use a sniper rifle to finish him off. One shot to the head.

There were several Japanese invaders around Bai Chuan Xiuying. They looked like veterans.

They were all carrying weapons. They were probably pistols. If the assassination was carried out at close range, the Japanese invaders would definitely fight back.

However...

Zhang Yong was a bit greedy.

He wanted to kill these veteran Japanese invaders as well.

Since he had already started, he might as well kill as many as possible. It would be best to kill all the Japanese invaders on Fengyuan Road.

What?

There might be serious consequences?

What could be more serious than that? The Marco Polo Bridge Incident will happen next July. Can it be brought forward?

Whether they kill or not, and how many they kill, won't make a difference.

'Prepare for action.'

'Yes.'

Everyone takes their positions.

The snipers are armed with Springfield M1903 rifles. They are equipped with 2.5x scopes.

Under normal circumstances, they can hit their target 100% of the time from up to 300 metres away.

If the distance is shortened to about 200 metres, there is even less chance of missing.

Zhang Yong himself is holding a Browning M1935 pistol.

All are masked. Only two eyes are visible.

Then, they wait silently.

Waiting for Shirakawa Hideaki to enter range.

300 metres...

200 metres...

Raise your hands.

Make a fist.

'Pop!'

The gun goes off.

Shirakawa Hideaki's body tilts.

This guy is tough. He didn't collapse immediately.

'Pop!'

The gunshots continued.

The three Japanese veterans instead twitched, and then fell to the ground.

Later, Bai Chuan Xiuying also twisted on the ground. There was no sound. The map showed that five red dots had disappeared.

'Pop!'

The gunshots continued.

Another five Japanese were killed.

All fired from a long distance.

Raise your hand.

Spread five fingers.

This is the signal to retreat.

Everyone retreats immediately. Away from Fengyuan Road.

Then...

Evacuate to 300 metres away.

Everyone removes their hoods.

The sniper rifles are put away.

Then...

Zhang Yong leads the team back to Fengyuan Road in an aggressive manner.

If anyone asks, it was just gunfire. He happened to be passing by. So he immediately brought people over to check it out. This makes sense, right?

He was the first to arrive at the scene. He could control the situation to the greatest extent.

He could say white was black.

And black was white.

'Hurry!'

Zhang Yong deliberately opened the car door.

As if in a TV drama, he stood up and half of his body was exposed outside the car.

He was also holding a revolver in his hand. He waved it around recklessly.

He deliberately wanted everyone to see that he had hurriedly rushed to Fengyuan Road from afar. Sure enough, the people around him looked at each other in surprise. They hurriedly stepped aside.

Unintentionally, Zhang Yong noticed that there were actually a few yellow spots by the roadside. He didn't know who they were.

Anyway, they must have seen him brandishing the shotgun and looking menacing.

'Get out of the way!'

Zhang Yong continued to shout exaggeratedly.

Along the way, he was menacing. He drove the people around him into a panic.

Although they were panicking, no one was hurt. It was just property that was lost. But no problem. A handful of silver dollars were thrown out as compensation.

The fruits and vegetables, pancakes and other things were not worth much. A few silver dollars would do.

Just then, I saw a yellow dot. I didn't recognise it. So I threw all the silver dollars at it.

Although I'm not a member of the Party,

I pay my membership dues.

Haha...

Finally, we arrived at Fengyuan Road after a fast and furious ride.

I found that it was already very quiet here.

There were no more people on the road.

Everyone had taken refuge inside the houses.

No fools, it seems.

They immediately hid when they realised something was wrong.

At a glance, there were only ten dead Japanese soldiers on the street. One of them should be Shirakawa Hideaki.

Good, wave your hand and arrange for someone to go up and lift all ten Japanese bodies. Gather them in one house.

They can be put to good use.

The people are dead. But there is still something that can be done with them.

His eyes rolled around. He thought quickly. How exactly could they be put to use?

Unfortunately, he thought about it for a long time. He couldn't come up with anything.

Damn it...

Thinking is really not his strong point.

He also didn't have a plan before. He never has a plan when doing things...

A plan is better than a change...

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him.

A yellow dot appeared in the east. There were many red dots nearby.

They all had weapon symbols. It was very likely that it was Yan Guangkun. Strange. Why did he come at this time?

Did Shirakawa Hideyoshi delay for a while before arriving at Fengyuan Road, secretly arranging some conspiracy?

Calm down.

Direct the team to approach.

It was discovered that the Japanese invaders were hurrying to Fengyuan Road.

For a moment, Yan Guangkun fell to the back. There were only two red dots next to him.

Then it's fine.

Arrange snipers.

'Pop!'

Two shots and they're dead.

The Japanese invaders in front of them noticed something was wrong. They hurriedly fell to the ground.

Wei Fangquan and the others quickly crouched and rushed up, pinned Yan Guangkun to the ground, and dragged him back on all fours.

'It's you...' Yan Guangkun saw that it was Zhang Yong.

'Go!' Zhang Yong nodded. He led the team to evacuate.

After walking a few hundred metres, he put Yan Guangkun down and told him to leave as soon as possible.

Zhang Yong continued, leading the team back to Fengyuan Road. There was still work to be done here.

The situation seemed very chaotic.

But Zhang Yong was very excited.

Things had gone more smoothly than he had imagined.

Shirakawa Hideyoshi had been killed.

Yan Guangkun had been rescued.

The mission is complete.

However, there is still a lot to do.

With so many Japanese dead in Fengyuan Road, Japan will definitely not let this go.

This matter must be handled by me, Zhang Yong.

Yes, I, Zhang Yong, am in Fengyuan Road. Anyone of you who is not afraid of death should come over.

At least, we must let Akiyama Shigeaki know that I, Zhang Yong, am here. You had better be calm when handling things.

It doesn't matter if there is a full-scale war.

There is no difference between starting a war now and starting a war next year.

So, don't be afraid.

'What is it?'

'Stop!'

Zhang Yong arranged for a loud-voiced person to yell.

At the same time, he raised a Thompson submachine gun. He pointed it at the sky and held down the trigger.

'Da da da...'

The shocking gunfire echoed through Fengyuan Road.

The Japanese invaders on the opposite side hurriedly hid their figures.

They were not stupid. They knew the Thompson submachine gun was extremely lethal. Even the sun goddess Amaterasu could not withstand it.

'Team leader Zhang, the security team is here.'

'I know.'

Zhang Yong walked to the back with his Browning pistol.

He saw a small team of security team soldiers. In fact, they were all Nationalist soldiers. Leading the team was a lieutenant.

This lieutenant did not know what had happened. He was very nervous. At the same time, his expression was very confused.

He didn't know what to do.

When he saw Zhang Yong appear, he was still in a daze and didn't respond.

'I am Zhang Yong!'

'Zhang Yong from the Special Branch of the Restoration Society!'

'You immediately go back and report to your superiors that I, Zhang Yong, have arrived at the scene and am handling it.'

'Your Security Team can just step up their guard. It has nothing to do with you.'

Zhang Yong took full responsibility for the matter.

The Security Team didn't know the details of the matter and were confused when they stepped in.

The Japanese invaders were arrogant, and the security team might not be able to handle them. But he, Zhang Yong, could. He was not afraid of the Japanese invaders.

He had captured and killed countless Japanese invaders. He would kill them all, even if Amaterasu came.

'Yes.'

The lieutenant was relieved and hurriedly went to report.

Before he could go far, another patrol officer hurried up. He was also sent away by Zhang Yong with the same words:

It's not your business. You don't need to worry.

Whatever happens, it's my business.

If the Japanese want to stir up trouble, they're coming after me.

After sending the men away, Zhang Yong returned to the body of Shirakawa Hideaki and took out a set of aeronautical drawings.

He began to plant evidence and fabricate a case out of thin air...

He carefully folded the five aeronautical drawings and then inserted a drawing of the Presidential Palace, with a red cross.

Then he put it inside the inside of Shirakawa Hideaki's clothes and took out a revolver. He fired two more shots at his corpse. The bullets penetrated the drawings. They entered Shirakawa Hideaki's corpse. Then, Zhang Yong took out the drawings. There were already two bullet holes in them. There was also some bloodstains.

It was done.

Shirakawa Hideaki was going to take the fall for sure.

First, the drawings of the bf109 fighter were needed by Madam. The Curtiss company was waiting over there.

So, in this matter, Madam will have to intervene.

The Americans will have to be appeased.

Second, this guy is still behind the planning of the shelling of the Presidential Palace.

If the President can tolerate this, there is nothing we can do. We can only give him the title of 'Ninja Turtle'.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yong decided to add some spice.

Isn't Mori Usamaru still alive? Then link him to Shirakawa Hideyoshi.

That way, Akiyama Shigeaki would be more willing to talk. The Japanese military would also be suspicious. Including the emperor himself. They would also doubt Shirakawa Hideaki's identity.

That should be enough.

Zhang Yong thought. He felt that there were no more flaws.

With his intelligence, that was as far as he could arrange things. His abilities were limited!

Then...

Continue the operation.

Call the Japanese Consulate General.

'This is Zhang Yong! Zhang Yong from the Special Services Section of the China Restoration Society! I want to speak to your Consul General, Akiyama Shigetaka.'

'You have no authority...'

'I have something very important to tell you. It concerns the safety of your Emperor. Get him on the phone immediately.'

'Hold the line...'

The Japanese operator could not help but stand up.

There was nothing he could do. The caller had a commanding tone of voice. He had even mentioned His Majesty the Emperor. How dare he ignore him? He quickly transferred the call.

He was afraid of being negligent. He would be ordered to commit hara-kiri afterwards.

'Dudu...'

The phone beeps.

Zhang Yong frowned. Couldn't get through?

Suddenly, there was a clicking sound. The busy tone disappeared.

It turned out that the Japanese operator had directly unplugged the previous line. Forcibly inserted.

'Moshi...' The voice of Akiyama Shigeaki came.

'This is Zhang Yong!' Zhang Yong shouted, 'Akiyama Shigeaki, let me ask you, who is Mori Usamaru? Why did he kill Shirakawa Hideaki?'

'What did you say?' Shigeaki Akiyama's thoughts immediately went to something terrible.

'There was an assassination on Fengyuan Road. Shirakawa Hideaki is dead.' Zhang Yong began to describe the fictional scene to the other party, 'When I arrived, Shirakawa Hideaki was still alive, and he said that it was Mori Usamaru who assassinated him. Who is Mori Usamaru?'

'I don't know what you're talking about.' Shigeaki Akiyama avoided the name Mori Usamaru.

Of course he knew who Mori Usamaru was.

But he had to pretend he didn't know.

And so did everyone else at the consulate. It was a big taboo.

'I'll look into it myself, then.'

'Wait.'

'What?'

'We'll investigate this ourselves. I'll send someone over right away to bring back the body.'

'But what if you use this as an excuse to lodge a diplomatic protest...'

'I promise there will be no diplomatic protest.'

'Really?'

'Really.'

'Okay. I believe you. Send someone over now!'

'Okay.'

Shigeaki Akiyama hung up the phone.

His expression was blank. He felt a great weight lifted.

Hideo Shirakawa was dead. That was good. He liked the way things had turned out.

Moreover, Zhang Yong had given Hideo Shirakawa a very 'ideal' end. He was assassinated by Usamaru Mōri.

Who was Usamaru Mōri? Everyone was evasive. They didn't dare mention him.

Therefore, no one would continue to investigate this matter in depth. In fact, there would be no investigation at all.

Because if an investigation is launched, it will touch on very sensitive matters.

No one is so headstrong.

No one wants trouble.

Even Hideki Tojo, nicknamed Razor, was afraid.

Tojo was also very clever when it came to the investigation involving Prince Yongren. He never got involved.

In the end, it just meant that Hideki Shirakawa died.

So there would be no diplomatic protests.

If diplomatic protests were raised, and the Chinese threw out the name Moritobu, that would be even more troublesome.

'It's settled...'

'Yongren is really the perfect scapegoat...'

Zhang Yong nodded.

The seemingly chaotic situation quickly dissipated into nothingness.

Since there was no diplomatic protest, everything was fine. Just carry on with what you were doing. It's a pity that there wasn't much profit to be made...

But...

Contentment is often bliss.

His eyes rolled.

Suddenly, he thought of another diabolical plan.

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