When Gui Youguang opened the door of the Ji Mansion, the operators quickly threw the four bodies into the postal truck to prevent blind people from seeing them and calling the police.
He Yijun also walked over from a distance, looked at Zuo Zhong and jumped into the car. The car immediately started to accelerate towards the Sucheng River.
What we were going there for was naturally to dispose of the bodyguard's body. As it was a special body dump for gangsters in Shanghai, it was perfectly normal for a dead man to appear there.
Zuo Zhong watched the auxiliary personnel leave, looked up at the dark yard, and then looked at the refugees on the roadside in the distance. He put the Thompson submachine gun on his shoulder and quietly walked in with the operations personnel. The door was then slowly closed. superior.
After they disappeared completely, the refugees who seemed to be sleeping raised their heads one by one with frightened expressions on their faces. They got up and ran away. After a while, the road in Chengdu became deserted.
No one made a sound during this period, and they were very cautious during the operation for fear of causing trouble. Even the children in the team had their parents and relatives cover their mouths tightly, which was so skillful that it made people feel distressed.
Zuo Zhong was not surprised at all when he saw this scene through the crack in the door. Little people have their own survival wisdom. Don't underestimate anyone.
Because no matter who wants to survive in Shanghai, a city full of crime and danger, the first thing they must learn is to mind their own business.
After confirming that no one outside would affect his mission, he raised his right hand and waved to both sides of the villa, signaling his men to divide into two teams and approach the villa.
According to the previously formulated plan, they would reach the house through the yard, find loopholes in the defense and sneak into the house to launch an attack.
This is the most dangerous part of the whole operation. The arty Ji Yunqing built lawns and fountains, leaving almost no shelter in the yard.
Coupled with the lights inside and outside the villa, if they were to engage in a firefight in such an environment where the enemy was exposed and we were hidden, they would be treated as living targets.
Fortunately, there was a "return"-shaped concrete road that circled the yard. There were a few sparse bushes growing beside the road, providing a relatively safe path for the operators.
They were all veterans of operations and did not need any orders at all. The agents avoided bright places and used the shadows formed by trees to move quickly. It only took less than half a minute to cross the dangerous zone.
Sticking it under one of the lighted windows, Gui Youguang gently took out a small mirror and stretched it out. Through the reflection, he discovered that the two gangsters were leaning on the sofa and sleeping soundly with their eyes closed. On the table in front of them were Two German pistols.
After all, the Caobang staff were not professionals. They thought that if someone dared to harm Ji Mansion, the four bodyguards outside could buy a few minutes, so there was no need to be vigilant at all times.
As for why Ji Yunqing didn't replace the internal guards with professional bodyguards, maybe he was worried about outsiders, but this gave the Secret Service an opportunity to sneak in silently.
Gui Youguang slowly took back the mirror, first took out the suction cup and diamond from his backpack, held his breath and made a small hole in the glass, then put his hand in and carefully groped for the handle.
After a few seconds, his movements suddenly stopped, and his fingertips rested on a trembling thin line. The big bald man's heart skipped a beat. Fortunately, he did not underestimate the enemy. The opponent actually set up an early warning mechanism.
There must be a heavy object or a bell on the other end of the thin wire. If he had just opened the window, the heavy object falling and the ringing of the bell would definitely wake up the gangsters inside.
No wonder he dared to sleep so confidently during the night watch. It turned out that he had a back-up plan.
Lifting his hand away from the thin line little by little, Gui Youguang opened another opening on the glass and nodded to a little agent beside him, who immediately took out a delicate pliers and put it on his hand.
Different from ordinary pliers, this special pair of pliers is very similar to scissors. One finger loop is placed on the little finger and the other is placed on the ring finger. It is specially used to dismantle similar mechanisms.
I saw the little agent quickly found the thin thread, pinched it tightly with his index finger and thumb, flipped his wrist and cut the thin thread with pliers without hesitation, and raised his other hand to make a gesture.
Upon seeing this, Gui Youguang took out a squeeze oil can, squeezed a few drops of lubricating oil onto each of the four hinges and handles of the window, and then turned the handle through the newly opened small hole to open the window.
The moment the window opened, he stepped aside to get out of the way. The two agents behind him jumped on the window sill one after another, nimbly rolled into the room and rushed to the sofa, throwing out the throwing knives with force.
"Puff."
The two Cao Gang gangsters stared at each other and covered their throats with blood spurting out, trying to touch their guns, but they couldn't touch Zilaide who was so close at hand. They kept stepping on the bright red carpet with their feet.
The agents rushed to the two of them in a few steps, rounded their fists and punched their temples. After two muffled sounds, the two of them became completely motionless, and their bodies fell to the ground weakly.
Gui Youguang nodded slightly, satisfied with the performance of his men. He turned to look at the deputy director on the other side and found that the operators there had also successfully entered the room without making any sound.
Two heavily armed elite agents entered the house, and the rest of the action was simple. A bunch of gangsters had no chance of winning against professional agents.
Chang Yuqing's fate is also doomed. If he dares to betray the country and nation, he will only die. No matter where he hides or how many people protect him, it will be useless.
Just like Zhang Jingyao, even if he hid in the Six Nations Hotel, he would still be executed by "patriots" in front of the whole world.
In short, those who have betrayed the country since ancient times, even if they enjoy all the glory and wealth while alive, will inevitably be infamous for thousands of years after death, bringing harm to their descendants.
Many people knew this, and Ji Yunqing and Chang Yuqing also knew it. Because of this, they were panicked and tried to use all means to save their lives.
On the second floor of Ji Mansion Villa, Ji Yunqing, who was nearly seventy years old, was tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, and turning around on the bed.
Ji Yunqing's wife on the side was woken up. She stood up, opened her big mouth, pointed at his nose and cursed angrily.
"Don't let me sleep with you anymore. Are you, old man, thinking about some horny bitch? I'm telling you, no way.
As long as I don't die for a day, don't even think about taking me home. Go to the study to find the man named Chang, and we can sleep together.
By the way, I say it again, let the Japanese take this guy away as soon as possible. There are many female relatives in the house, so what is the matter with him being a man at home all day long?
What will the brothers in the world say when word gets out? You don't think it's embarrassing, but I do. Ji Yunqing, did you hear that? "
This woman was not a good person either. She was a member of the Cao Gang in the previous dynasty and worked as a dice roll officer in a gambling house. Because of her superb gambling skills, she was nicknamed Jinbao Shiniang.
Ji Yunqing's ability to become a very important figure in Shanghai is inseparable from her help. The two of them are more like business partners than a couple.
Therefore, Boss Ji, who always spoke his mind outside, could only keep a low profile in front of the other party. After being scolded, he obediently got out of bed, put on his slippers, and put on his pajamas to prepare to go out.
When he passed by the window, he squinted his eyes and took a look outside. The dark street was quiet and everything seemed normal.
Ji Yunqing breathed a sigh of relief, walked out of the bedroom carefully, followed the corridor to the study, and knocked lightly on the door.
"who?"
A vigilant man's voice immediately came from the study, followed by another click, and the person inside loaded the gun.
"Brother Chang, it's me."
Although Ji Yunqing and Chang Yuqing are nearly twenty years apart in age, since they both belong to the Caobang generation, it is appropriate to call them brother.
Soon, with the sound of thumping footsteps, the study door was opened a small crack. A vigilant eye carefully looked at Ji Yunqing through the crack in the door, and then the door was half-opened.
Seeing how cautious the other party was, Ji Yunqing gave a wry smile and walked in. The door was then slammed shut, and silence returned to the corridor.
Under the dim light, Zuo Zhong, wearing a hood, appeared like a ghost at the entrance of the stairs. After rubbing the blood-stained dagger on his clothes, he leaned against the wall and approached the study.
The operators behind him followed suit and avoided the center of the corridor where people often walked, so as not to make abnormal noises on the floor alert the target.
inside the house.
Ji Yunqing looked around the messy room, pushed aside a few scrap newspapers on the stool, sat down, and looked at a fat-headed, seemingly friendly man with a smile.
"Brother Chang, are you used to living in my house these days?"
"Very good. The cook at Brother Ji's house is very good at cooking and the dishes are very authentic."
The other party replied expressionlessly, standing motionless under the light bulb, his dull face looking a bit sinister under the dim light.
This person is Chang Yuqing, a traitor who defected to the Japanese a few years ago. Due to his defeat, he fled to the Northeast. This time he returned to Shanghai with the intention of making a comeback.
The Japanese also promised to provide help, but who knew that as soon as he arrived at Shiliyangchang, his master arranged for him to live in the home of a former Cao Gang member, and he couldn't even get out of the door.
Chang Yuqing was very angry about this. It didn't matter if he didn't go out. The important thing was to stay in Ji's house like this. People who didn't know it thought he was Ji Yunqing's subordinate and was shorter than him for no reason.
When the Japanese conquered Shanghai later, who was older and who was younger between the two of them was related to his vital interests. Naturally, he would not look good in the face of possible competitors.
Ji Yunqing had long been accustomed to his behavior and understood the reason for his unhappiness, so he waved his hand indifferently.
"A country girl doesn't know what kind of food she has. Her son used to work for me, but he was beaten to death by some rogues two years ago. I saw that she was lonely and honest, so I brought her back to the house to give her a way to survive."
Chang Yuqing's brows twitched when he heard this. If the cook knew about this and knew that she had defected to the Japanese, there was no guarantee that she would not report it.
Ji Yunqing seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and said confidently: "Don't worry, she doesn't know how her son died. Besides, I have sent people to watch her these days and found nothing wrong.
If Brother Chang is worried, I will find a reason to drive her away tomorrow. Major Yamamoto has told me many times that I must protect you, a hero of the Japanese Empire. "
Having said this, the gray-haired Ji Yunqing looked tired, knocked his knees with his hand, coughed twice, and pointed out something.
"Brother Chang, you have made a great contribution this time and almost killed Commander Zhang. The Japanese will definitely use you again. You will definitely have a place among the tycoons in Shanghai in the future.
As for me, I am an old man. I am not as good as you young people. For me, fame and wealth are more important than profit. I want to make more money for future generations.
The Japanese promised to hand over all the tobacco and soot business in Shanghai to me when things are done. I can't do such a big deal alone. How about you and I partnering together, seven of you and three of us? "
He naturally replaced Brother Chang with Brother Chang, took the initiative to be on an equal footing with the other party, and shared the wealth with him, in order to tell Chang Yuqing that he would not compete with him for credit.
"this…………"
Chang Yuqing was pounding in his heart. He didn't know what this old fox had in mind, but he was on someone else's territory, so he had to be soft or soft.
So he forced a smile on his face and said, "Brother Ji, you are a senior. Whatever you say, we will do it. A 30-70 split is not appropriate. You and I can split it 50-50.
I have some connections in the Northeast, and I can get good stuff, guaranteed to be no worse than the most expensive cloud soil sold in the world. This is a good deal with huge profits. "
"Okay, then it's settled."
Ji Yunqing patted his thigh proudly.
Now that they had talked about it, the two traitors with ulterior motives chatted randomly about the current situation. When they talked about the progress of the Japanese war, they became even more excited.
After chatting for two or three minutes, when he saw Chang Yuqing covering his mouth and yawning, Ji Yunqing knew it was time to leave. Even though he was at his own home, he still followed the rules of the world and stood up and said goodbye.
The two of them walked towards the door one after the other.
Ji Yunqing, who was walking in front, had a look of ridicule in his eyes. It was a joke that a homeless dog wanted to compete with him.
When the Marines sent by Major Yamamoto to protect him arrive tomorrow, Chang will know who the empire pays more attention to.
In the past, when Jiang Taigong was eighty years old, he was fishing on the Weishui River and was regarded as the prime minister by King Wen. He was only 70 years old, so why couldn't he give it a try? Ji Yunqing couldn't help but feel murderous intention in his heart.
At this time, Chang Yuqing behind him also slowly stopped smiling, looking at the back of his head in front of him, feeling the urge to pick up the vase next to him and smash it down hard.
The old guy really thinks of himself as a chick, what a 30/70 split, no shit, he must be having some bad ideas, and he will let you be proud for two days, and then he will definitely let you...
kindness?
Where are people?
Chang Yuqing blinked. Ji Yunqing had just opened the door to go out, but in the blink of an eye, the person disappeared.
Before he could think about it, a masked man suddenly stood at the door and kicked him hard in the chest. The fat man, who weighed more than 200 kilograms, flew up.
It's over,
The life-threatening impermanence is coming!
Chang Yuqing, who fell heavily to the ground, understood that if he could not alert the many bodyguards outside, and his action style was so ruthless, the other party could only be a good player from the government.
Thinking of the tragic situation of the executed traitors in North China, he endured the severe pain and quickly reached for the pistol at his waist, not trying to resist, but wanting to commit suicide.
He knew that if he fell into the hands of these people, he would be worse off than dead. It would be better to have a good time than to be tortured.
After all, after having been around for decades, Chang Yuqing was not only cruel to others, but even more cruel to himself at critical moments. No wonder he became a big boss.
"Click."
But as soon as he raised his hand, a kick broke his right wrist, then his left hand and both feet. Before he could cry out in pain, another ball of dirty cloth appeared in his mouth.
Losing limbs to prevent suicide is the most basic action step of the Secret Service. Chang Yuqing is the first member of the Cao Gang to enjoy this kind of treatment, and he is truly blessed.
The agent who took action quickly searched the target's body and found no other dangerous items except a loaded Browning, so he shouted towards the door.
"control."
Hearing these words, Zuo Zhong stepped in, looked at Chang Yuqing who looked ashen and smiled, and patted his head gently.
"I am from the Secret Service. I have heard of Mr. Chang for a long time, but I have never had a chance to meet him. If we meet again today, please ask Mr. Chang to come with us.
Don't worry, your injuries won't kill you. We have the best doctors who can guarantee you a cure. We will have plenty of time to get along slowly in the future. "
"woo woo woo woo!"
Hearing the words "Secret Service", Chang Yuqing felt as if he had seen a ghost. He lay on the ground and struggled like crazy. He obviously knew what kind of agency this was and the horror within it.
It's a pity that he couldn't escape with his hands and feet cut off. In the panic, all his strength suddenly disappeared. His lower body became hot, and streams of urine soaked through his trouser legs and flowed out, making the study full of filthy smell.
"Boring."
Zuo Zhong looked disappointed. He thought this guy had dared to surrender to the Japanese a few years ago and was somewhat of a figure. He didn't expect him to be so unbearable.
Sure enough, a dog is a dog and will never turn into a wolf. It won't take long for this person to reveal the location of his subordinates.
He immediately gave the order to the little agent: "Let Mr. Chang be quiet and be careful not to kill him. Chief Zhang asked to see him."
"yes."
The little agent responded and struck Chang Yuqing on the neck with a knife.
When this traitor heard that Chief Zhang wanted to see him, he secretly screamed, "I'm going to die." He immediately wanted to exchange all his wealth for death, but his head sank and he fainted immediately.
"Deputy Director, something has been discovered."
At this time, the agent who inspected the items in the house came over with a document: "There are many files in the study with the words Shanghai Municipal Government on the cover, maybe thousands of them, all piled in the corner.
I took a quick look and found that they were all records of the government's surveillance and monitoring of various forces in Shanghai between the 16th and 26th years of the Republic of China. The confidentiality levels ranged from ordinary to top secret.
This should be the file of the Municipal Government Intelligence Department. Logically, this information should have been sent to the rear before the war started. I don’t know why it appeared here. Deputy Director, what should I do with it? "
City government intelligence office?
Zuo Zhong was stunned. Lao Dai assigned several tasks before he set off, one of which was to sanction Cao Chuncheng, the former director of the Shanghai Special City Intelligence Department.
This person was bribed by the Japanese and dumped the files of the Intelligence Department. At that time, Dai Chunfeng firmly stated that Cao Chuncheng could not take the files away, and the files must be in the Chinese border, and asked him to find a way to get them back.
He originally wanted to start investigating after catching Chang Yuqing, but he never expected to find it here. In the lousy Chinese community, people had already sent their things to the public concession.
As for why the Japanese did not put the archives on their own territory, they probably thought that the concession south of the Sucheng River was more suitable for storing these easily damaged paper documents than the war-torn Hongkou.
And for the same reason as hiding Chang Yuqing in Ji Mansion, the Japanese felt that neither the government nor the concession would attack Chang Yuqing easily.
Zuo Zhong took the document and read several lines at a glance. The content was exactly what the other party said. It was the Intelligence Department's surveillance record of a businessman suspected of being an underground party.
These things must not be left behind. Even if most of them are invalid clues, the remaining ones are enough to help the Japanese find out many things.
Closing the file, he looked at the thousands of files in the corner and felt troubled. There were only a dozen of them, and they certainly couldn't carry so many items without transportation.
After hesitating for a moment, Zuo Zhong asked someone to go to the kitchen to find some vegetable oil to pour on it. Since he couldn't take it with him, he didn't take it with him. It was better to burn it on fire than leave the information to the Japanese.
After hearing the order, the little agent walked out and bumped into Gui Youguang. The bald man avoided the other person and went into the room to make a report.
"Deputy Director, a Japanese and a radio were found next door. The codebook was not damaged. This person is the suspicious person who went to the electrical supplies store to buy parts.
But he was already dead. This guy had received military training and resisted very hard. He had to kill him in order to avoid making a big fuss.
Ji Yunqing's wife and the servants and bodyguards of the Ji Mansion have also been controlled. You have to make a decision whether to kill or release. As soon as the battle in the department store is over, the little Japs will come back to their senses, and we must retreat quickly. "
"Okay, then withdraw."
Zuo Zhong looked at his watch and said calmly: "Just take Ji Yunqing, his wife and Chang Yuqing away, and the guards will silence them. The servants don't have to worry about them anymore. Let them go and use them to give the people in Caogang a warning."
Gui Youguang said favorably, turned around and left to carry out the order. All of a sudden, those disciples and grandsons who followed Ji Yunqing's rampage were killed one after another.
Many servants were released from the villa in fear. After confirming that the other party really would not kill anyone, they immediately ran away and made up their minds never to return to Shanghai.
As for calling the police to save people, that is impossible. They are ordinary people who are paid bare wages, not bastards who work hard for others.
Looking at the servants of the Ji Mansion running wildly, Zuo Zhong lit a match and threw it into the study. Watching the flames suddenly ignite, he climbed over the wall from the backyard with his men and three cloth bags.
After more than ten minutes, Yamamoto got out of the car, kicked the fire hydrant on the side of the road in a helpless and furious manner, and shouted at his men.
"Call the fire brigade quickly!"
At this time, there is no need to hide their cooperation with Ji Yunqing. Once something happens to Ji Mansion, reporters will clearly investigate the ins and outs of the matter.
But it wasn't until the Ji Mansion was burned to the ground that the fire brigade and the patrol room arrived. The firefighters casually connected a water pipe and watered the lawn, while the patrol stood aside and pointed.
When the fire was completely extinguished, Detective Kuang Fuan, the new detective in Shanghai, walked around the ruins, yawned profusely and told the Japanese that it was an unfortunate accident, and then walked away.
Yamamoto looked at the opponent's back with a sullen face and cursed the damn Chinese. He understood that these people probably wanted Ji Yunqing to be burned to death.
Standing in front of the villa filled with green smoke, he slowly had a question: Can the empire really occupy this country and maintain its rule...
(End of chapter)
