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 you control your hands?
Your current mission is to catch Japanese spies!
Catch Japanese spies!
It’s not an extraneous issue! It’s causing trouble everywhere!
Even if there is $100,000 in it, you can't... Then I will definitely take $100,000 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 streams. Do a little bit of everything. Do whatever you want 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 and left quickly and angrily.
Unbearable.
She was worried she would explode.
She will die directly in front of Zhang Yong. She needs 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.
If you have the ability, go and snatch it back.
Anyway, I, Mei Wanjun, am powerless.
I had already blocked the box from the person who was taking it, 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. You have money and weapons. Where can you find such a good thing?
swear!
Starting today, stop smoking and drinking, and reject women! Exercise and revitalize China!
It starts with you!
……I can not do it……
"Old Zhao!"
Zhang Yong called Zhao Guanglin over.
He has left. It has nothing to do with you. Come over here. Let's discuss it.
Zhao Guanglin is here.
My understanding of Zhang Yong has deepened.
This guy is really shameless. He really came from Shanghai.
"Do you operate at night?"
"Are you planning to move at night?"
"Yes. In our Fuxing Society Secret Service, many operations are carried out at night."
"Then get ready..."
"Eat enough. We will also do some activities at night to help digestion."
"Should I call Pang Yu?"
"good!"
Zhang Yong nodded.
Zhao Guanglin then went to make a phone call.
Action at night? It would be lively. I wonder how much noise it will cause?
Zhang Yong took out the box.
In fact, the box is not big. It is 16 inches at most. It may not be enough.
Very modern. Very fashionable. Compared with those old antiques, it is much more pleasing to the eye. The great powers are still very advanced in technology!
There is a password.
But it's very simple. It's a three-digit number. It's a mechanical lock.
As long as there is enough time, it is possible to match the numbers one by one. But Zhang Yong did not have time.
There is currently no way to violently dismantle it.
After all, smashing boxes in public is a bit too eye-catching.
It's better to take it back. If you have time, slowly open it.
Soon, Zhao Guanglin came back after making a phone call. He had found Pang Yu. 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 bravely 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 before speaking.
He knew that the box had come from something wrong. It was Zhang Yong who robbed the woman.
If you take it yourself, others may suspect you.
Zhang Yong clearly wanted to drag him into trouble by doing this. He had to be more cautious.
"You're scared?"
"I don't want to provoke irrelevant people or things."
"Okay! I'll do it myself!"
Zhang Yong nodded.
Since you are not popular, you have to rely on your own efforts.
So I picked up my suitcase and waited for Pang Yu to arrive.
Soon after, a large number of weapon signs appeared on the edge of the map. It was obvious that Pang Yu was here.
There are no cars. They are all jogging.
The police department is not wealthy enough to have a car. Even Tong Zhongting can only walk.
Oh, there are bicycles, but not many. Only one-third of the people can use them. Moreover, they can only be used in rotation when going to work. It is impossible to ride home after get off work.
Most senior officers actually still like to ride horses.
You see, Tong Linge came here on horseback. The horseback riding speed is fast, flexible and has a wide field of vision. But the target is a bit big and 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. He was praised in a rare way.
His mother was also very happy. She felt that it was possible to catch Japanese spies. There was not much danger and it was possible to make meritorious deeds. It was 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 they were attacked, I don't know how many people would have suffered 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've been full for a long time. I'm burping. I can't finish eating."
"Pack it! Pack it! 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 radius of 400 meters. The number is very large. The nearest one is less than 100 meters away. It is only one street away.
The density of Japanese spies has reached such a terrifying level. It's really scary.
It is conceivable how much damage these spies will cause once Peiping enters a state of war.
Grasp!
Must catch! Catch them all!
I quietly approached the target and found it was a small independent bungalow.
Secretly happy.
Rich people!
This spy must have a lot of inventory.
However……
When they arrived, the Japanese spy was just going out. The old man was wearing sunglasses, a black silk gown, and holding a civilized stick.
Beside him, there were three followers. Although they didn't have guns, they looked a bit pompous. He was obviously someone with an identity.
"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?"
"Ah? 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 is that possible? 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 to speak. He was still in disbelief.
Even Zhao Guanglin has reservations.
He has known Mr. You for two or three years. It is said that he 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?
It's a bit outrageous. A bit scary.
Are the Japanese invaders so deliberate?
The secret was laid more than ten years ago? The more I think about it, the more horrified I feel.
Mr. You got 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. It is better to catch other spies.
Silently mark Mr. 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 have a look!"
"good!"
The group rushed back quickly.
What does the other party mean? Is it a request for help? Is it a provocation?
When I returned to the police station, I saw a cart and an old man pulling it. His face looked like it had gone through many changes.
There was a person lying on the cart. He looked vaguely familiar.
Suddenly I remembered. Isn't this the middle-aged man who was going to pick up the box today?
Dizzy! 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.
Killing your own people to warn the enemy? You are crazy...
However, it is also possible that the person who killed the enemy was framed and framed by 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……
What an ulterior motive!
However, Zhang Yong was soon fine.
Anyway, he has enough messy 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 in that box?
Why did it have to pass through the hands of the female snitch?
Oh, Mei Wanjun is a female snitch. This is the first time he knows her exact occupation. Maybe it’s a part-time job?
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 pried open.
There are indeed weapons inside.
It is a brand new Walter PPK pistol. It has two magazines. Both are empty. There is no magazine on the gun. There is a box of ammunition next to it. It is very delicate.
A German pistol? It seems that ordinary people can’t get it...
There are no banknotes below.
Oops. Bai Huanxi didn't even have a banknote.
There are all bills inside.
I picked up one at random and didn't understand it. It had a name, a date, and an account number on it.
All are handwritten. The handwriting is very neat.
The amounts don't seem to be large. They are all five hundred, eight hundred, one thousand, etc. The highest is three thousand. Nothing exceeds three thousand.
Confused...
What is this?
Why are there so many bills?
Why are the names of everyone above different? There is no duplicate name?
Confuse……
Continue to scroll down. It’s still a receipt.
Finally confirmed that there was nothing else. Disappointed. 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. He said it was verified.
The deceased was indeed a manager of Peiping Bank. Well, these days, the title of manager already exists.
His main task is to be responsible for deposits and loan business.
My name is Zhu Yue. I am forty years old this year. I have been working at Peking Bank for more than four years. My specific family background is unknown. I don’t seem to have any family members. It’s 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?"
"Beiping 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 was the largest shareholder, and Yoshiko Kawashima."
"Does Peking Bank have Yoshiko Kawashima's share?
"Yes. Just wait. I pulled out the newspaper. It seems it was last month. Manchukuo also injected capital."
Pang Yu went to find the newspaper.
The result was found quickly.
Zhang Yong flipped through it and found that there was really relevant content on it.
On behalf of the puppet Manchukuo, Yoshiko Kawashima injected 30 million yuan into the Peking Bank. A group photo was taken with Wang Kemin, Yin Rugeng and others.
However, standing in the middle is a Japanese named Yoshio Matsui. The owner of the Matsui Mansion is 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……"
Suddenly an idea flashed in Zhang Yong's mind.
He understood what those notes were for. They were deposit accounts. They were under false names.
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 giving bribes.
Although there are only a few hundred silver dollars under each pseudonym, up to three thousand silver dollars. However, if the number is large, it is still a very considerable 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.
To put it simply, it is 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. She may not be in Peiping at all.
Even if you can catch Mei Wanjun, it is impossible for her to reveal the name of her employer. 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. She may be the second or even the third broker.
After several brokers, the employer behind the scenes, even the gods, could no longer find out.
Zhang Yong made a mistake on his own, which was simple and crude.
He got the box.
The bills in the box now belong to him.
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 not willing to join in with him.
Haha, I got 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?
