"What do you call eldest brother?"
"Don't get close to me! You don't deserve it! Show me the goods quickly!"
"Please, please!"
Zhang Yong led the other party into the warehouse.
Haha, there are three thousand swordsmen and axemen waiting for you to come in...
Oh, no. It was dozens of gunmen.
Jin Bracelet and the others walked in without even looking. It's like entering your own home.
Zhang Yong couldn't help but be surprised again...
Secretly sighing, it's not easy for this guy to survive until now.
Do you really think that just because you are from Peking, you can walk sideways in Tianjin? Don’t even have the most basic awareness of precautions?
"Where's the goods?"
The gold bracelet does not see any sugar.
Instead, he saw dense crowds of gunmen around him. But he doesn't care.
He is from Peiping.
His backers are very powerful. Nothing to be afraid of.
"The goods are sold."
"What did you say? Are you kidding us?"
"You didn't give a deposit. Of course I sold it to someone else?"
"you wanna die!"
Gold Bracelet suddenly became furious.
The others immediately raised their shell guns.
Zhang Yong stood outside the door and quickly retreated behind the wall.
I don’t know who is seeking death...
but……
"Pa bang bang..."
"Da da da……"
Intensive gunshots rang out.
The inside of the warehouse seems to be bursting with beans.
Zhang Yong hid behind the wall. Stick out your tongue quietly.
Ruined.
There will be so many corpses to deal with in a while.
More than a dozen people!
There is no place to bury them.
Digging holes is exhausting. real. Digging holes is tiring...
In many TV dramas, when people are killed, they just dig a hole and bury them. In fact, the director has no practical experience at all.
In fact, a pit needs to be dug two meters long, one meter wide and two meters deep. Absolutely exhausting.
If you dig alone, it will take at least half a day.
In the era before excavators, relying solely on hoes and shovels was really hard work...
But what can be done?
Some people just want to die. Or someone who comes to seek death on his own initiative. You can’t help but do it!
Finally, the gunfire stopped.
Zhang Yong probed his head cautiously. Then it retracted.
Yang Zhi came out. The barrel of the Thompson submachine gun was still steaming. Said: "Captain, it's all solved!"
Zhang Yong nodded. Enter.
Sure enough, Jin Bracelet and his men were beaten with holes.
Alas, stupidity is not a sin.
However, he is stupid and arrogant, so there is nothing he can do.
So what if you each have two shell guns? Facing so many Thompson submachine guns, they were unable to fight back.
well……
search.
The result was very unexpected.
An envelope was actually found on Jin Bracelet's body.
Unfortunately, the envelope was on my waist. The banknotes inside were damaged. Pierced by a bullet. A hole was pierced.
It's a bank note from Guoshang Bank. The face value is 200 silver dollars. There are about a hundred of them. A total of 20,000 oceans.
frown.
Is this the bottom line for gold bracelets?
If you can't get free prostitution, give me 20,000 yuan? However, that is goods worth 80,000 oceans!
Mudd!
Deserve it!
Not even 20,000 oceans.
He picked up a wave of shell guns and found that they were loaded, so he pointed them at the gold bracelet.
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
Two more shots.
I saw the heavy gold bracelet again.
don't want.
Dead man's stuff. unlucky.
Everyone cleans the battlefield. Naturally, I will take off the gold bracelet.
Those police academy students still abide by their duties very much. They knew that they did not have Zhang Yong's special abilities and did not dare to mess around.
Zhang Yong has someone to rely on. Even if it was a bit out of line, I didn't bother. But they can't. will be dealt with.
Holding a thick banknote. check carefully.
Unfortunately. All the banknotes had a hole in them.
I don’t know if it can be exchanged smoothly. If not, then you have to resort to violence...
Shake his head.
come back to the office. sit down.
Watching the people outside dealing with the battle scene.
depressed.
This is another nuisance.
The people sent by Peiping were killed by him. They definitely won't let it go.
After the other party learns the news, I wonder how they will deal with it? Maybe a second wave of people will be sent? I guess there will be constant trouble. Children and grandchildren, endless.
But he's used to it.
After a while, all the weapons and ammunition were gathered.
What a beautiful mirror box!
Zhang Yong couldn't help but swallowed two handfuls. Replace the other old shell guns in the carry-on space.
Good things, who doesn’t want them?
"Ring ring ring..."
"Ring ring ring..."
Suddenly, the phone rang.
Zhang Yong picked up the microphone.
I found out that the call was from Mei Lu.
Mei Lu asked: "Do you have time to come out?"
"What's the matter?" Zhang Yong looked at his men outside who were handling the corpse.
This place doesn't feel safe anymore.
Might have to move again.
When I first chose this place, I didn’t expect Baitang to be so popular.
I have already taken action twice, and there is actually a third company vying for it. It makes him feel weird now.
Oh, what a hassle.
When will Li Boqi come? It saves trouble when he comes.
"I'm in the British Concession."
"do what?"
"Mr. Anderson would like to see you."
"The British minister?"
"Yes. He wants to talk to you in person."
"Got it. I'll be there right away."
Zhang Yong agreed.
It just so happened that there was nothing important at hand. It would also be good to go to the British Concession.
Now we still need to use the British to deal with the Japanese. Of course, the British also needed to use him to deal with the Japanese. It’s a win-win cooperation for both parties!
But I repeatedly reminded myself that I must be careful not to be deceived by the British.
British gentlemen are also very cunning.
You can't go alone either. I have to bring a few more people with me.
What if it's a trap?
It must be guarded against.
There are too many people in Tianjin Wei who want him dead now.
"Just bring a few people with you."
"Why?"
"The concession patrol captain is an acquaintance of yours. He said he has a good relationship with you."
"who?"
"You knew it when you came?"
"oh?"
Zhang Yong frowned.
Concession patrol? acquaintance? who?
There seemed to be only two concession patrol officers he knew. Zhu Yuan? Li Yuanqing?
It would be okay if it was Zhu Yuan. If it was Li Yuanqing, it would be troublesome. Previous intelligence said that Li Yuanqing had defected to the Japanese invaders.
Could it be Zhu Yuan?
impossible!
He was transferred to Tianjin Guard from Shanghai Beach?
Shake his head.
Say so. Still have to be careful.
It's impossible to take a few people with you. At least ten people or more. Thomson and the rifle were also hidden in the car.
"Yang Zhi!"
"arrive!"
"Luo Yiming!"
"arrive!"
"You two are coming to the British Concession with me!"
"yes!"
The two agreed. Each summoned his men.
Each man brought eight people with him, making a total of nineteen. Taking five cars was just right.
Browning pistols and Thompson submachine guns are standard. I also brought two Yingqiqi. He brought hundreds of rounds of ammunition. This is called stability.
Set off.
On the way, silently monitor the surroundings.
No Japanese tracking was found. But there were lots and lots of red dots along the way.
Damn, there are so many Japanese invaders.
We have to find some time to sweep them all away.
The problem is, he doesn't have a cell!
It's impossible to just kill them if you catch them. A few must be locked up.
Even without interrogation. Extortion will also be good in the future. It seems that we have to hurry up and get a cell.
However……
All the logistics are troublesome.
Yu Lexing is not good at it either. He is an operations instructor. Not a logistics instructor. Yu Lexing didn't want to worry about logistical support.
Suddenly I saw a red dot. Just on the roadside.
Observe quietly.
I found out that he was also an acquaintance.
who?
Is that what kind of sunflower seed?
Yes, it's her. Wearing a white kimono, surrounded by Japanese people.
Frankly speaking, this girl is really beautiful.
No matter how much you hate the Japanese invaders. But I must admit that Japanese girls are really good.
In this era before plastic surgery and Photoshop, a beautiful woman means she is truly beautiful. It's hard to fake it. Like Kamikawa mirror. She is indeed a beauty.
So did Fang Muyu. So does Xia Lan. They are all his women now.
have a bee in one's bonnet……
Arrive at the British Concession.
Found a dozen little red dots outside.
Observe silently through the car window. It was discovered that the other parties were all fake Chinese.
All walks of life. There are all kinds of people. They gathered near the British Concession.
hehe. Bravo! Spying on the British.
No wonder Anderson was so annoyed. It is estimated that he is also aware of the Japanese ambitions.
It is impossible to say that the British did not know that the Japanese would start a war. The British are very cunning. They had long known what the Japanese were doing.
It's just that at that time, the head of state had already beaten him to a pulp, and he couldn't protect himself. He really had no ability to deal with the Japanese.
I saw Mei Lu from a distance.
She was waiting for him at the entrance of the concession. A patrolman stood next to him.
Yes, it’s really Zhu Yuan!
You can tell at a glance.
Zhu Yuan really ran from Shanghai to Tianjin Wei.
Zhang Yong hurriedly ordered the car to stop.
get off.
"Captain Zhu!"
"Captain Zhang!"
Zhu Yuan smiled and came up to shake hands and hug him.
Not to mention, after being separated for a while, I miss you a lot. Especially Zhang Yong. I immediately felt in a good mood.
I don't want to think about why Zhu Yuan was transferred to Tianjin Wei. Anyway, just come.
In the future, with Zhu Yuan in the British Concession, everything will be much more convenient. It's easy to protect a few people.
As long as the people were placed in the British Concession, the Japanese would not dare to act openly.
As for the secret struggle, Zhang Yong is not afraid.
"Are you transferred here?"
"That's right. There is a formal transfer order. From now on, the entire patrol house in the British Concession will be under my control. If you have any questions, come to me."
"It would be great!"
Zhang Yong couldn't ask for it. Grinning happily.
Without Japanese intervention, it was really perfect.
Zhu Yuan briefly introduced the situation of the patrol room. In addition to patrolling, there is also a Huayong Camp below.
The so-called Huayong Camp refers to Chinese soldiers recruited by the British, trained according to British standards, and equipped with British weapons. Quite combative. But it is not currently in the British Concession.
where?
He was transferred to the Kailuan Coal Mine to suppress the Japanese troublemakers.
Therefore, for the time being, there are only more than two hundred Chinese patrol officers in the patrol room. That is to say, just show off. It won't work if you force yourself to do it.
Around Tianjin Wei, the number of Japanese invaders was more than several thousand. There are 7,000 troops in the garrison alone. The British feel bad.
"I'm going to see Anderson first."
"good!"
Zhang Yong waved.
Let Mei Lu get in the car.
"Come with me!"
Zhu Yuan drove the car and led the way.
The convoy entered the concession. Came to a small coffee shop.
parking.
get off.
Mei Lu said to Zhang Yong: "Anderson is inside. Go in by yourself!"
Zhang Yong frowned, "Isn't it a trap?"
"What's the benefit of me trapping you?" Mei Lu bit her lip.
"That's right!" Zhang Yong nodded.
In fact, just say it casually. Already explored.
There is indeed only one white spot in the coffee shop, and it should be Anderson. nobody else.
However, near the coffee shop, within a range of 350 meters, there were several small red dots. Some small red dots are still moving slowly. It feels like I'm spying on a coffee shop?
Look around.
No other British people were seen.
Minister Anderson is also a bit too big! No guards.
Aren't you afraid that the Japanese will kill him?
hehe. The Japanese went crazy and even killed themselves.
Even if Zhu Yuan has three heads and six arms, he can't stop the Japanese's crazy assassination!
Enter the cafe.
fine. It doesn't look that cramped inside.
Since there was no one else, the atmosphere was pretty good. It's really just Anderson. Dickens was not there either.
Walk over slowly. Peace of mind.
Minister Anderson was polite and stood up, making a gesture of asking him to sit down.
"My Chinese is not very good. Sorry."
"Actually, I can also understand a little English."
"That's great. Let's do half Chinese and half English. Please sit down!"
"Thanks!"
Zhang Yong sat down.
No waiter came. It was just conversation.
The British are like that sometimes. Inviting someone to talk without even preparing a cup of coffee.
Fortunately, Mei Lu came in.
Turns out she was in charge of the coffee.
"Mr. Anderson, if you have anything to do, please tell me!"
"Help me find all the Japanese hidden in the British Concession."
"all?"
"Yes. All of them. Every one counts. Catch them all."
"Are there many Japanese in the British Concession?"
"No. There are only a dozen people whose identities are public. However, I suspect that there are many Japanese who have hidden their identities and are lurking in the British Concession. I don't like them. I want to expel them all."
"Is it okay to just expel him?"
"Of course, I have to teach them a lesson."
"What lesson?"
"I'm going to put them in jail. I've prepared a prison for five hundred people."
"Five hundred people?"
"Yes! I believe this number will be too small. There must be more Japanese lurking than five hundred people!"
"this……"
Zhang Yong was secretly ashamed.
This Anderson really comes out of his mouth.
The British Concession in Tianjin Wei doesn't seem to have a large area, right? Five hundred Japanese lurking?
joke……
Where……
Suddenly his eyes flashed.
Well, it really might be. because……
He spotted a group of little red dots. There are seven or eight in total. Got it together.
So arrogant.
Is this for a group viewing?
That’s fine!
Now go out and catch a few to show off!
Just as he was about to speak, suddenly, a red dot moved quietly towards the coffee shop.
Zhang Yong stood up, walked outside the door, raised his binoculars, and found a young man riding a bicycle. He seemed to be wearing a telegraph office uniform. The bicycle also has the telegraph office logo on it.
"Is there something wrong?" Zhu Yuan came closer.
"The young man who sent the telegram is Japanese. Catch him!" Zhang Yong nodded.
Zhu Yuan's eyes flashed.
Take action immediately.
(End of chapter)
