Wang Yan understood that the Japanese searched his home to find useful information. They even had the audacity to squat next door and listen closely. They also wanted to collect information from his life at home, including who he called, who he met, what he said, etc. Wait, among all the connections, there must be some connections. Even if Wang Yan didn't say anything, Rite could still analyze useful information from it.
Of course, it's not that Japan and Japan attach great importance to Wang Yan. It's just that Japan and Japan have more manpower. They have many other channels to obtain information. It's just because of the possible harvest that they allocate manpower to control.
In addition, it is also because Wang Yan has done business with both parties openly and for so many years. It is difficult to distinguish the true from the false. They want to further confirm which party Wang Yan is from. After all, after so many years of contact, no one would believe me if I said there was no contact at all. The main thing is to see how far the contact is.
The next day, Wang Yan got up normally and did two sets of boxing exercises in the yard to move his body. After washing up, he still wore his police uniform and coat, drove out to find a restaurant, had an extravagant breakfast, and went to work in the arresting room. .
Now the work of the first team has been taken over by He Shaohong. He is only waiting to be promoted to the position of detective, so when he comes, his subordinates have already dispersed. When he arrived at his office, he first poured a cup of hot water to make tea, then dialed the dial a few times, hung up the phone after saying a few words, and then read the newspaper for more than an hour before leaving the room. Drive to North Station.
It is said to be North Station, but in fact it has been renamed Shanghai Station. It was changed by the Japanese, but people are used to calling it North Station, so they still call it North Station. After the Japanese occupied Shanghai, they closed other stations, leaving only this one, where all trains finally arrived. It is to facilitate management and facilitate inspection of pedestrians and goods coming and going.
A station, a place where people and goods circulate, is naturally a good place to build a warehouse. Especially since there is only one station, and the goods at the dock are also transported here from Wusongkou by railway, warehouses are being built together.
Wang Yan's warehouse is also here. Naturally, he enclosed the land and built it himself in the early years. It occupies a large area and is close to the Suzhou River. It is only more than five hundred meters away from the famous Sihang Warehouse. It was preserved after previous wars, not because of anything else, but because the Japanese did not want to have conflicts with the French.
The goods brought by the French from abroad were unloaded at Wusongkou, loaded onto trucks and sent to the North Railway Station, where they were stored and counted, and buyers were found. Some were handed over to others in Shanghai, and the buyers were asked to come and pick up the goods themselves. Some use the railway to disperse at various stations along the way. This is a very large sales network.
When Wang Yan drove to the warehouse, it was a busy scene, with men wearing rough cloth and shorts working everywhere. This is because the Japanese previously detained several batches of goods from overseas, but this time they released them all together. The backlog was so severe that it was impossible to turn around for a while. Although I am usually quite busy, it is not to this extent.
Wang Yan opened the door and got out of the car. After lighting up a cigarette and taking a few puffs, a young man in a suit and leather shoes ran over and said, "Brother."
This man's name is Shi Changxing, and he is Wang Yan's sincere subordinate. He was the one who called him last night. Here you work with the company's serious manager, who is mainly responsible for managing those workers and protecting the warehouse.
"How about it? Are the Japanese letting all the medicines go?"
Shi Changxing pointed at a row of trucks: "Those are the trucks. They arrived yesterday and haven't had time to unload them yet. Damn it, little Japan is nothing. It's just causing trouble for us."
"Be content, it will be good if we can get it back. Do you know that in order to allow the Japanese to let them go, I am now cooperating with the Japanese?" There was no need for him to ask, Wang Yan took the initiative to explain, and put these two I told him everything about heaven. "
"Brother, the Japanese are not good people. We can't really do things for them, right?"
"Maybe, maybe not. It all depends on whether the foreign devils from the three countries, the United States, Britain and France can withstand it. If they can, they can deal with the little devils and play with fools. But if the foreign devils can't, then they have to hang out with the little devils. If we take care of other people's jobs, they can kill us at any time, even if we don't want to do something. The situation is different now. From now on, you have to think through your words and don't go around shouting that the Japanese are not good people.
How many spies do you know there are in Shanghai right now? How many are Japanese spies? Do you know if your subordinates have any? It doesn't matter what you are like, whether you are with the Kuomintang or the Red Party, it doesn't matter, I don't care about you. But you can't show your dislike for the Japanese, do you understand? Many times you represent me. If others listen to what you say, will they think that I taught you? If you want to die, I won't stop you, but don't implicate me, you know? "
"I just said casually that the Japanese are really bad and have delayed us for so long. Brother, don't worry, I will definitely keep my mouth shut in the future and never say anything related to the Japanese."
After glancing at him and not continuing the topic, Wang Yan asked, "Hurry up and do the things I told you last night. You want to save face, but also have peace of mind."
"Yes, big brother, then I'm going to do something right now?"
"You ask me?"
Shi Changxing gave himself a small mouth, waved his hand, turned around and ran away, it was too difficult to serve.
Wang Yan found the manager, inquired about the transaction, and explained some precautions. It was already noon. After he drove to have lunch, he returned to the prison room to drink tea and read the newspaper to rest.
At nearly two o'clock in the afternoon, a knock on the door rang, waking up Wang Yan from his nap. He yawned and said, "Come in."
As soon as he finished speaking, one of his subordinates, a Huahua, walked in with a young boy of fifteen or sixteen years old. The Huahua said: "Captain, this boy is shouting outside that he has important information to report to you, and that it concerns you. For his safety, I dare not stop him, so I can only bring him to see you."
Wang Yan rubbed his eyes, refreshed himself, picked up the cup and wanted to drink some water, but found that the water inside was already cold. He took a sip to quench his thirst, pushed the cup and said, "Pour me some hot water. "
The little patrolman responded, holding the water glass aside and pouring water from the thermos.
"Tell me, boy, what else can be related to my safety? I'll tell you first. If you can't explain the reason and are tired of life and come here to entertain me, then you still have time to leave now."
This is a boy wearing ill-fitting rags, but overall he looks relatively clean. Hearing Wang Yan's question, he shook his head repeatedly: "Who in Shanghai doesn't know that you are about to be promoted to detective? Even if you give me eight guts, I don't dare to amuse you. I really have something to tell you."
"Say! Stop whining." Wang Yan took a sip of the hot water and looked at the boy in front of him.
"Today I was coming over from Julida Road. When I passed by your house, I saw people sneaking in and out of the western-style building next to your house. I remember clearly that no one lived in that house before. I heard that it was The homeowner is abroad. If you are the homeowner, you don’t have to act like a thief. I think these people may not be good people. They are either stealing things or trying to do you harm, so they came to report to you quickly. "
Wang Yan frowned, held a cigarette in his mouth, and asked the patrol officer to light it: "Are you sure you read it correctly?"
"I'm sure. I looked at the house number several times. It's unmistakable. There are two of them, both wearing black clothes. It's not easy at first glance."
Xiaohua said: "Captain, I think what this guy said is not false. To be on the safe side, let's call the brothers back and have a look. Don't be afraid of 10,000, just be afraid of what happens."
"Nonsense, is that our jurisdiction? Just gather the brothers and go there, are you going to catch the thief, or are you going to challenge the brothers in the other arresting houses? Listening to the wind is like rain, and you can't speak without thinking. Get out of here."
After glaring at his subordinates, Wang Yan held a cigarette in his mouth, grabbed the phone and started dialing. After a while, the call was connected: "Hello, Old Liu, this is Wang Yan. Someone just told me that there was a robber next door to my house, yes. It’s the landlord who has been out of the country for several years. They are all wearing black clothes, which makes them look suspicious. They might be spies. My brother’s wealth and life depend on you. Hurry up and gather your brothers to surround the house. Come on, don’t let people run away, I’ll take them there right away.”
After hanging up the phone, Wang Yan put on his hat and coat, took out his wallet and took out a fifty-dollar bill: "It's yours."
"I don't want money, I want to do things with you."
"Then take this money, go take a bath, get a haircut, buy some decent new clothes, and come here to find me tomorrow." After saying that, Wang Yan turned around and left, telling the little Hua: "Go and find ten brothers. , drive the police car over. Damn it, I want to see which bastard dares to flirt with me."
Following Xiao Hua's whistle, a group of people came running back in a short while, fully armed, got into the car urgently, and set off after Wang Yan's car.
The boy who reported the news watched Wang Yan leave and curled his lips. What a fake acting skill. He shook his head, took out the cigarette he had just picked up from his desk, lit one, and left the central prison room elegantly...
At this time, Julaida Road was not quiet. The old Liu who lived in the Xiafei Road house was very considerate to Wang Yan. As soon as he received Wang Yan's call, he got on the bus with dozens of people and set off. It was very straightforward. Wang Yan's home and the adjacent garden house were surrounded, and the neighbor's house on the other side was also requisitioned. Lao Liu was not afraid of anything. Anyway, he was doing things for Wang Yan, with Wang Yan taking care of him, and he was still doing well. Of course, it would be exciting.
So when Wang Yan led the people to the position, a group of people with long guns and short cannons were surrounding them, using iron cylinders to amplify the sound, asking the people inside to come out on their own initiative, but not to attack.
Wang Yan acted as if he didn't understand the situation and ran to the captain of Xiafeilu: "How are you, Lao Liu?"
Old Liu's full name is Liu Yitong. He is one year older than Wang Yan. He is a good man who lives a good life. He has a wife and children. He rarely goes out to fool around on weekdays. He just likes to drink a few sips of wine when he has nothing to do. He has some abilities. When others shoot him, he watches the show. When others watch the show, he grabs the credit. When others grab the credit, he shoots the show. It's just that the detective above him is less than forty years old. Unless he dies, he won't be able to take up the position. They are probably trying to figure out how to get the detective to die, they are all bastards.
"Don't worry, brother, everything is under control. How can a little thief run away?" Liu Yitong's chest clapped loudly, as if he was really awesome.
Wang Yan nodded: "Thank you, Old Liu, I'll arrest them first, and then I'll treat the brothers to dinner."
"Hey, whatever you are talking about, they are all our brothers. Go and arrest people quickly. This place is full of rich people, and there are many foreigners. We make too much noise and have a bad influence. We will be scolded if we turn around. As a brother I will raid the formation here for you, and I promise not to escape anyone."
Wang Yan patted Lao Liu on the shoulder movedly, took out the pistol from his pocket, loaded it with a click, turned around and ordered his men: "Five at the back, five at the front, if there is resistance, shoot them to death, take action."
The combat effectiveness of patrols is divided into time. If in the concession, there is a gun battle between Japanese special forces and military commanders or with the Red Party, or there are other thieves and strongmen, then they are basically useless and will only hide in the distance and watch the fun. After they were done, they went up to collect the bodies.
But if you are doing things for leaders like this and know that Wang Yan will not treat them badly, then your combat effectiveness is still sufficient. Because there is an assessment before joining the patrol room, and after joining, you also need to undergo a period of police training before being assigned to work.
So after the sound of guns being unloaded, the ten people divided into two teams, with Wang Yan following behind.
When it was estimated that the people behind were already in place, a tall man stepped forward and opened the door with his kick. The people behind also smashed the windows and rushed in.
The development of things is always dramatic. Just as they were about to launch an attack, a shout suddenly came from the foreign building: "Inspector Wang, this is a misunderstanding. We are all our own people."
"Then you just lay down your weapons and surrender, and then we'll see if this is a misunderstanding."
Wang Yan waved his hand, and the attack did not stop. His subordinates were still carefully searching the room and advancing bit by bit.
At this time, with the sound of footsteps, two people dressed in black, holding up their hands as if looking unlucky, carefully walked downstairs facing the muzzle of the gun.
When the two of them stood in the living room on the first floor, Wang Yan's men went up and kicked them to kneel down without saying a word, then tied them up with hemp ropes, and at the same time began to search the house to see if there was anything left. Drop some explosives.
The grinning man who was strangled looked at Wang Yan fawningly and said, "Inspector Wang, we are all sent here by Mr. Meng Chunping and Meng."
He felt that he had been wronged. He was doing a good job monitoring and nothing happened, so he was quite relaxed. Unexpectedly, dozens of people suddenly came and surrounded the two of them, and neither of them even knew how they were exposed.
But the two of them were also very straightforward, because the team leader told them when they came that they would surrender if they were discovered, and they would only suffer some physical pain if they survived, but it was no big deal...
Meng Chunping is the Chinese name of Ichiro Muramoto. They can't say in public that they are spies of Shanghai Special Higher Education Course, so they can only use this trick.
Wang Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at them: "Whether it's Mengchun or Mingchun, today's matter will not go away so easily."
At this time, hurried footsteps were heard upstairs: "Captain, they are monitoring you."
Wang Yan looked at the equipment in the hands of the younger brother who showed his head at the stairs. A big mouth slapped the face of Ri Te who was speaking. He saw two teeth flying in the air and rolling twice on the ground.
Still not satisfied with his anger, he kicked the other silent Rite to the side again, where he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
"Take them both back to the arresting room and give me a greeting first. Leave the five brothers behind and search my house carefully to find those listening devices for me."
Wang Yan walked out with a sullen face, and handed over to Liu Yitong, who had heard what was going on inside and was a little gloating: "Thank you, Old Liu. You can take these brothers to a random place to play in the evening and pay my bills. Another day, I will be alone again. I’ll treat you, Old Liu, to a drink.”
"That's disrespectful, brother. You should be careful." Old Liu came up and said, "If you get involved with the Japanese, you will be in trouble. If you need help, talk anytime."
Wang Yan patted Old Liu on the shoulder and watched as Old Liu gathered his team and left. He glanced at the crowd of onlookers with a gloomy face, snorted, and entered his garden house...
