Help deliver the goods, it's three hundred dollars.
If the goods were robbed, wouldn't it cost more than thirty thousand dollars? Maybe more?
Zhang Yong looked at the box with greedy eyes.
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
Quietly hit your own hand.
What are you thinking about? Why can't I control my hands?
Your current mission is to catch Japanese spies!
Catch Japanese spies!
It’s not an extraneous issue! Causing trouble everywhere!
Even if there is one hundred thousand dollars in it, you can't... Then I will definitely take the one hundred thousand dollars first.
"Give me the box."
"I'll open it and take a look."
"Then you want my life."
"Why?"
"As a client, if I allow the box to be opened, I will be derelict in my duty. I will have no credibility in the future."
"What exactly do you do?"
"Three teachings and nine things. Do a little bit of everything. Whatever you do to make money."
"Including stealing?"
"Your box is empty."
"There are fifty thousand dollars, fifty thousand pounds, fifty large gold bars..."
"you!"
Mei Wanjun laughed in anger.
She suddenly stood up. He hurried away angrily.
Unbearable.
She was worried she would explode.
Will die directly in front of Zhang Yong. She needed to calm down.
Just leave the box at Zhang Yong's place.
The people behind the box knew that Zhang Yong had intercepted him, so I believe they didn't dare to say anything.
Have the ability. Just go and get it back.
Anyway, I, Mei Wanjun, am powerless.
I had already blocked the box from the person taking over, but he hesitated and was intercepted by Zhang Yong. The main responsibility is not mine.
Zhang Yong:? ? ?
Huh? gone? Oh, good to go!
In fact, there is no point in talking and talking all day long.
Catching Japanese spies is still fun. There is money and weapons. Where can I find such good things?
swear!
Starting today, stop smoking and drinking, and say no to women! Exercise and revitalize China!
It starts with you!
……I can not do it……
"Old Zhao!"
Zhang Yong called Zhao Guanglin over.
The person has left. It's none of your business. come on. Let's discuss it.
Zhao Guanglin came over.
My understanding of Zhang Yong has deepened.
This guy is really shameless. He really came from Shanghai.
"Are you operating at night?"
"Are you planning to move at night?"
"Yes. Our Fuxing Society Secret Service conducts many operations at night."
"Then get ready..."
"Eat enough. We also do some activities at night. It helps with digestion."
"Should I call Pang Yu?"
"good!"
Zhang Yong nodded.
Zhao Guanglin then went to make a phone call.
Action at night? That would be lively. I don’t know how much noise is going to happen again?
Zhang Yong took out the box.
In fact, the box is not big. Up to 16 inches. Probably not enough.
Very modern. Very trendy. Compared with those old antiques, it is much more pleasing to the eye. The great powers are still technologically advanced!
There is a password.
But it's very simple. It's three digits. mechanical lock.
As long as there is enough time, you can match the numbers one by one. But Zhang Yong didn't have time.
There is currently no way to violently dismantle it.
After all, smashing boxes in public is a bit too eye-catching.
Let's bring it back. If you have time, break it open slowly.
Soon, Zhao Guanglin came back from the phone call. Pang Yu has been found. Pang Yu immediately gathered his team and was on his way.
Everyone was very excited when they heard that they would continue to catch Japanese spies in the evening.
Everyone strives to be the first, scrambling to be the first.
"Help me carry this box." Zhang Yong handed the box to Zhao Guanglin.
"I..." Zhao Guanglin hesitated.
He knew the box had come from the wrong place. It was Zhang Yong who robbed that woman.
If you take it yourself, you may be suspected by others.
Zhang Yong did this clearly to drag him into trouble. He had to be cautious.
"You're scared?"
"I don't want to mess with irrelevant people or things."
"Okay! I'll do it myself!"
Zhang Yong nodded.
Since they are not popular, they have no choice but to fend for themselves.
So he picked up his suitcase and waited for Pang Yu to arrive.
Soon after, a large number of weapon symbols appeared on the edge of the map. Obviously Pang Yu is here.
no car. They are all runners.
The police department is not wealthy enough to have a car. Even Tong Zhongting can only walk.
Oh, there are bicycles. But not much. Only a third of the population has access. Moreover, it must be rotated during work hours. It was impossible to ride home from get off work.
Most senior officers actually still prefer to ride horses.
You see, Tong Linge came here on horseback. Riding fast. flexible. Unobscured. It’s just that the goal is a bit big. Cannot be hidden.
If you are attacked by a sniper, a man on horseback can shoot accurately.
"Wang moves!"
"Wang moves!"
Pang Yu came excitedly.
Just now, he went back to see his father. It's rare to be praised.
His mother was also very happy. I think it is still possible to catch Japanese spies. There's not much danger. And can make meritorious deeds. It can be considered complete.
At the same time, they were also secretly shocked. They did not expect that the Japanese spies had hidden so many weapons.
Fortunately it was dug out. Otherwise, once attacked, it is unknown how many people will suffer casualties.
"You came so quickly? Would you like some hotpot mutton?"
"No need. You can eat it yourself. When you are full, we will start taking action."
"I'm full already. I'm burping. I can't finish it."
"Pack up! Pack up! After the evening operation, let's go back to the police station for a late-night snack!"
"good!"
Zhang Yong and Pang Yu talked nonsense while secretly choosing targets.
There are a total of nine red dots within a 400-meter radius. The quantity is very large. The nearest one is less than a hundred meters away. Just one street apart.
The density of Japanese spies has reached such a terrifying level. It's terrible.
It is conceivable how much damage these spies will cause once Peking enters a state of war.
Grasp!
Must be caught! Catch them all!
Approach the target quietly. It was found to be a small independent bungalow.
Secretly happy.
Rich people!
This spy must have a lot of inventory.
However……
When they arrived, the spy was just out. Old people. Wearing sunglasses, a black silk gown, and holding a civilized staff.
Beside him were three followers. No gun though. But it seems a bit pompous. Obviously someone with status.
"Who is this guy?"
"Master You."
"what for?"
"He's a god-like person who relies on his words to earn a living. He's an old gangster, and he's also a piece of meat. What do you ask him to do?"
"What do you think?"
"Huh? He is Japanese?"
"right!"
"No way..."
Pang Yu was stunned.
The people around him also looked at each other in confusion.
This Master You is actually Japanese? How can it be? This old guy is more cunning than all the Chinese!
He is actually Japanese?
"Wait a minute." Pang Yu frowned, "I have known Mr. You for seven or eight years. Could it be that he was lurking in China seven or eight years ago?"
"Maybe more than ten years." Zhang Yong was not surprised.
"No..." Pang Yu hesitated. It’s always unbelievable.
Even Zhao Guanglin has reservations.
He has known Mr. You for two or three years. It is said that the other party has been hanging out in Peiping for a long time.
Could it be that Japanese spies began to lurk in after the Revolution of 1911?
That's a bit outrageous. A little scary.
Are the Japanese invaders so deliberate?
The secret was laid more than ten years ago? The more I thought about it, the more horrified I became.
Mr. You gets in the car. The black car gradually went away.
Pang Yu asked quietly: "Chasing?"
"Forget it." Zhang Yong shook his head.
Since everyone says that Mr. You is a piece of meat, it means that it is difficult to deal with, and arresting him directly may not have any effect.
This kind of person is destined to die and is difficult to deal with. Or go catch other spies.
Silently mark Master You on the map, and then lead people to find the second target.
Suddenly I saw someone rushing over to report to Pang Yu.
After hearing this, Pang Yu looked strange.
"What's up?"
"Someone sent a body to the police station."
"What?"
"Someone sent a body to the police station."
"what happened?"
"have no idea."
"Go back and take a look!"
"good!"
The group rushed back quickly.
What does the other party mean? Is it asking for help? Is it a provocation?
Return to the police station. Saw a truck. There was also an old man pulling a cart. A look of vicissitudes of life.
There was a man lying on the cart. It feels vaguely familiar.
Suddenly I remembered. Isn't this the middle-aged man who is going to pick up the box today?
faint! He was actually killed?
And then he was sent here?
What means?
Is it a provocation?
Is it a warning?
Oh, it shouldn't be a warning.
Kill your own people to warn the enemy? There is water in the brain...
However, it is also possible that the opponent killed the person and then framed the blame on Zhang Yong.
The suitcase was still in Zhang Yong's hand.
At that time, the version of rumors in the world was that Zhang Yong killed someone and then took away the suitcase.
wipe……
You have ulterior motives!
However, Zhang Yong was soon fine.
Anyway, he has enough messed up things, so it doesn't matter.
"Who is this guy?"
"It seems to be from Peking Bank. I'll ask someone to verify it."
"good!"
Zhang Yong frowned secretly.
People from Peking Bank? What's inside that box?
Why did it have to pass through the hands of the female snitch?
Oh, Mei Wanjun is a female snitch. This was the first time he knew her exact occupation. Maybe part-time?
Decided to pry open the box.
He took the box from Zhao Guanglin, found an empty house nearby, and started violently picking the lock.
After struggling for more than ten minutes, the box was finally opened.
There are indeed weapons inside.
It's a brand new Walter PPK pistol. There are two magazines. All are empty. There was no magazine on the gun. There is a box of bullets next to it. Very refined.
German pistol? It seems that ordinary people can't do this...
There is no banknote below.
Oops. Bai was happy. Not even a single banknote.
It's all filled with bills.
I picked up one at random and didn't understand it. There's someone's name on it. There is a date. There are also account numbers.
All are handwritten. The handwriting is very neat.
The amount doesn't seem to be large. They are all five hundred, eight hundred, one thousand or something. The highest is three thousand. None exceed three thousand.
Confused...
What is this?
Why are there so many bills?
Why is everyone’s name different above? Not a single duplicate name?
Confuse……
Continue scrolling down. Or bills.
Final confirmation, nothing else. disappointment. I wanted to put the Walter pistol away, but found that there was not enough space.
I had no choice but to close the box again and work hard to sew it up.
"Wang moves!"
"Wang moves!"
Someone yelled outside.
It was someone sent by Pang Yu. Said it was checked.
The deceased was indeed a manager of Peking Bank. Well, these days there is already a title of manager.
His main task is to be responsible for deposits and loans.
My name is Zhu Yue. I am forty years old this year. I have been working at Peking Bank for more than four years. The specific family background is unknown. It seems like I have no family. A little strange.
"How strong is Peking Bank?"
"It was started by a few big businessmen jointly. It is quite strong. It has also recently received investment from the Japanese."
"Are there Japanese invaders behind it?"
"Peking Bank and Industrial Bank are all Japanese behind them."
"How much to invest?"
"It seems to be 100 million yen. It was even in the newspapers at the time. Wang Kemin is the largest shareholder. There is also Yoshiko Kawashima."
"Does Peking Bank have Yoshiko Kawashima's share?
"Yes. Just wait. I turned out the newspaper. It seems to have happened last month. Manchukuo also injected capital."
Pang Yu went to find the newspaper.
Results were found quickly.
Zhang Yong flipped through it and found that there was really relevant content on it.
Yoshiko Kawashima, on behalf of the puppet Manchukuo, injected 30 million yuan into the Peking Bank. Among the group photos were Wang Kemin, Yin Rugeng and others.
However, standing in the middle is a Japanese. His name is Yoshio Matsui. The owner of Matsui Mansion. He was also one of the Japanese spy leaders.
Obviously, the Japanese are the leaders in this matter.
The so-called puppet Manchukuo is just a puppet.
"ah……"
Zhang Yong suddenly had an idea flash in his mind.
He understood what those notes were for. That's a deposit account. It's a pseudonym.
There was no real-name requirement at that time. As long as you took the bill to Peking Bank, you could withdraw the corresponding amount according to the amount marked on it.
It is marked on the bill that for 200 silver dollars, you can receive two hundred oceans.
Redeem with ticket.
Only recognize votes, not people.
However, its greatest function is actually giving gifts and bribes.
Although under each pseudonym, there are only a few hundred or at most three thousand silver dollars. However, if the number is large, it is also a very impressive number.
Moreover, if all the accounts are dispersed and the names are not your own, no one can say anything wrong.
I also understand why the other party is looking for Mei Wanjun.
Simply put, it’s confidentiality.
Even if someone knew about this and wanted to investigate, they could only find Mei Wanjun.
Whether Mei Wanjun can be caught or not remains to be seen.
This female snitch is running around. Maybe not in Peiping at all.
Even if you could catch Mei Wanjun, she wouldn't be able to reveal her employer's name. Otherwise, she will not be able to survive in this industry in the future.
What's more, Mei Wanjun may not be the first broker. Maybe the second way, or even the third way.
After several brokers, even the gods could no longer find out the employer behind the scenes.
Zhang Yong himself made a mistake, which was simple and crude.
He got the box.
The notes in the box are now his.
He only needs to hold the bill and go to Peking Bank to withdraw Dayang.
The bank only recognizes the check, not the person.
If he doesn't want to come forward on his own, he can just find someone to help him get it.
For example, Zhao Guanglin.
However, Mr. Zhao is probably unwilling to do so. I don't want to go along with him.
Haha, get rich.
Hehe, I got rich.
This box full of bills costs tens of thousands at least. Maybe even hundreds of thousands.
Mei Wanjun is truly a blessed woman!
It's like giving a gift in disguise.
I must thank her for such a good thing.
So, here comes the question...
Someone killed the manager of Peking Bank. What did they want to express?
(End of chapter)
