Spy wars start with lurking Secretary Hong

Chapter 466: Unhappy Retribution
Saburo Shibuya stopped in his tracks.

He turned around, picked up his suitcase, and walked towards the leisurely figure by the dock railing.

Shibuya Saburo's face held a complex, almost self-deprecating sentiment: "Hong-san, I've been running my business in Harbin for many years, and it used to be bustling with customers and traffic."

"Now that he has lost power, not a single person came to see him off."

"Only you, my opponent, are willing to come here to see me one last time."

He shook his head slightly, a hint of mutual appreciation in his tone: "We are truly kindred spirits."

"It's a pity that we are on different paths and are destined never to be friends in this life."

“However…” he changed his tone, as if he had instantly regained his fighting spirit, “Being unable to be friends, having an opponent like you is still a great pleasure in life.”

"Friends?" Hong Zhi flicked his cigarette butt into the river and let out a light, disdainful laugh.

"I have no intention of being friends with you."

"As for your opponents, you're not quite qualified yet."

"Don't you think you look like a stray dog ​​that's been kicked out of its home by its owner?"

This is not arrogance.

In Hong Zhiyou's past world, his real opponents were Dai Li, Jianfeng, and those big shots who manipulated power in the center of the world.

Saburo Shibuya, a self-righteous, half-baked China expert and a loser in factional struggles, is indeed not qualified.

Shibuya Saburo's facial muscles twitched, and his feigned composure and emotion instantly crumbled.

But instead of being angry, he laughed sadly.

"Haha...hahahaha!"

The laughter sounded particularly jarring on the noisy dock.

"Fine, what a fine 'not qualified' statement!"
He stopped laughing and stared intently at Hong Zhiyou: "Hong Sang, you've won this round. I accept any of your taunts."

"But remember, I will come back."

"Next time, I will personally send you to the execution ground!"

Hong Zhi nodded, a playful smile on his face: "Okay, I'll be waiting."

"Goodbye!"

Saburo Shibuya bowed deeply.

Immediately, he straightened his back, picked up his luggage, and with an almost tragically determined gait, turned and walked toward the ship.

Hong Zhiyou did not leave.

He leaned against the railing, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and waited quietly.

The river wind grew stronger, ruffling his hair.

At that moment, a man dressed in coarse gray clothes walked towards Shibuya Saburo.

He looked like any other baggage handler you'd see on the docks, hurrying along, in his early forties, his face etched with the marks of time.

Shibuya Saburo was lost in his own thoughts and didn't notice the passerby coming towards him.

Just as the two met, the man suddenly looked up and glanced at him.

Just a glance.

Saburo Shibuya had never seen such a sinister and terrifying gaze.

Those eyes didn't resemble human eyes; they were more like a tiger lurking in the darkness, ready to pounce and devour its prey at any moment.

An extreme sense of danger instantly gripped his heart.

not good!

He instinctively reached for the pistol at his waist.

However, it was already too late.

The man casually swung his arm and brushed past him, disappearing quickly into the surging crowd as if nothing had happened.

Shibuya Saburo only felt a barely perceptible flash of cold light before his eyes.

He didn't even see what weapon the other person was using before a chill ran down his throat.

"Woo...Woo..."

He felt all his strength draining away rapidly from his neck along with the warm liquid.

My legs felt like they were filled with lead, and I struggled to stay in place.

A hoarse, leaky sound came from Shibuya Saburo's throat.

He used his last bit of strength to desperately try to turn around and take one last look at the young man leaning against the railing.

He didn't come to see himself off.

He came to kill me.

From the very beginning, he never intended to leave Harbin alive.

How could a dead man be worthy of being his opponent?

A series of sorrowful thoughts flashed through Saburo Shibuya's mind:
That young man must be very proud of himself right now, admiring his masterpiece.

boom!
His eyes widened, and he fell heavily forward onto the dock.

The thin line of blood on his throat suddenly burst open, and blood splattered like a fountain.

"what!"

A female passenger's scream ripped through the noise of the dock.

A group of people coldly surrounded the body, pointing and whispering among themselves as they looked at the gradually cooling corpse.

These days, it's commonplace for someone to die at the docks.

Nobody cares who dies.

Most people only glance at it briefly before boarding the ship to embark on the next stage of their lives.

Shibuya Saburo was disappointed.

Hong Zhiyou was not smug. He simply stubbed out his cigarette on the railing, turned around, and got into the black car next to him, as if the one who died at the dock was really just an insignificant stray dog.

He didn't trust Isogai Rensuke and his group of Japanese.

When it comes to murder, he only trusts... professionals.

……

Police Department.

In the Special Affairs Section office, Gao Bin was leisurely fiddling with his pipe.

Lu Ming walked in hurriedly, a fawning smile plastered on his face.

"Section Chief, I'm back."

Gao Bin put down his pipe and asked with a smile, "Is your mother feeling any better?"

He had no intention of exposing Lu Ming's little scheme.

This is a complete scoundrel, an opportunist who changes his stance with the wind.

Gao Bin never expected that such a person would know how to be grateful or loyal.

However, even petty people have their uses.

At the very least, Lu Ming will be very dedicated and conscientious in investigating Zhou Yi.

Lu Ming's skin was as thick as a city wall. He showed no embarrassment at being exposed. Instead, he took advantage of the situation and said, "Thanks to your good fortune, I'm much better, much better."

He took a few steps closer, pretending to have just found out, and tentatively asked, "Section Chief, I heard that a lot of things have happened in the department these past two days."

"I heard... Zhiyou got investigated by those bastards at the Security Bureau?"

Gao Bin nodded: "Yes."

He refilled the tobacco, lit it with a match, and took a deep drag.

"It was just a false alarm. The sky over Harbin won't fall down."

"Everyone should just do their job and keep working."

Just then, the office door was suddenly pushed open.

Liu Kui forgot to knock and burst in with a joyful expression.

"Section Chief!"
"Good news, good news!"

Gao Bin asked, "Oh? Tell me quickly."

Liu Kui took a deep breath and reported urgently, "Shibuya Saburo... is dead!"
"Just now, at the dock, someone slit my throat!"

“The military police and the dock police station are handling it.”

Gao Bin removed the pipe from his mouth, a complex emotion swirling in his eyes.

"Pity.

"Yesterday, the name Saburo Shibuya was still a nightmare hanging over everyone in Harbin."

"Who could have imagined that he would pass away today?"
"I watched him build a tall building, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched... the building collapse."

Lu Ming nodded repeatedly, agreeing, "Yes, life is unpredictable. Who would have thought that even Mr. Shibuya couldn't escape it?"

"Pah!" Liu Kui spat on the ground. "He's dead, that's God's mercy!"

"Dealing with red tickets and ordinary people, we're in the same boat as him, so I won't go into those despicable things. But damn it, they let our Special Service Section take on the dirty work, and now they're trying to kill us after we've served our purpose!"
"That beast deserved to die!"

Gao Bin raised his hand to stop him: "Don't say anything more in anger. If it gets back to the Japanese, it will cause trouble."

He changed the subject and looked at Liu Kui: "How's the situation with the Security Bureau?"

The anger on Liu Kui's face was instantly replaced by a gloating smile:

"You can only say that karma is what it is!"

"Last night, Captain Murakami of the military police detected a new radio signal at Zhang Chunyuan's nephew's house."

"Following the clues, we directly discovered a radio station."

"His nephew was spineless and confessed on the spot, saying that Zhang Chunyuan and his son asked him to help hide it."

"Director Miao has assigned Chen Jingyu to interrogate Zhang Chunyuan and his son. So what if they're messing around with radios? Anyone can get their hands on a radio, serves them right!"

Lu Ming's face twitched, and his hands and feet felt a little cold.

No sooner had Shibuya Saburo died than the Zhang family father and son were arrested.

This series of thunderous retaliations came far too quickly.

Hong Zhiyou is the kind of person who doesn't hold grudges overnight.

He was starting to regret it. If he had known Hong Zhi was so capable, he should have stayed and chosen a side like Liu Kui. Now he was caught in the middle, feeling terrible.

Gao Bin slowly refilled the tobacco, his face bearing his signature, unreadable smile:

Do you two think Zhang Junyuan and his son will be the winners?

Lu Ming subconsciously put his hands in his pockets to hide his unease: "Section Chief, is there any need to think about this?"
"Chen Jingyu used to come from here, and he's a master at using torture to extract confessions."

"He and Zhang Chunyuan were notorious sworn enemies."

"If Zhang Chunyuan falls into his hands, it's basically the same as being dead; he'll have to take his excrement and urine down his pants."

Liu Kui grinned and laughed, his voice full of joy.

"This really proves the saying: whether you confess or not, you have to confess!"
"What goes around comes around!"

He rubbed his hands together excitedly and suggested, "Section Chief, how about... we have a drink tonight?"
"To be honest, I haven't been this happy in a long time. It feels like our police department has never been so proud!"
“Zhang Chunyuan used to look down on us, but now that we have Section Chief Hong, let’s see who dares to ride roughshod over us!”

Lu Ming immediately agreed: "Yes, yes, we should have a drink!"

Liu Kui glanced at him sideways, his face full of sarcasm: "You shouldn't drink it."

"He disappears as soon as something happens. It's a shame that Section Chief Hong used to treat you like a brother."

Lu Minggang pulled the gold-plated cigarette case out of his pocket, his hand froze in mid-air, his face turning pale and then red.

He awkwardly shoved the cigarette pack back into his hand, forcing a defense: "How...how can you talk like that? My mother was sick, wasn't she?"

Liu Kui couldn't stand his pretentious behavior the most, and directly retorted: "Whether you think I'm sick or you have something to hide, you know the answer in your heart!"
"Section Chief, I have to go out for a bit, I'll be going now!"

After Liu Kui finished speaking, he strode away without looking back.

“Hey, this guy…” Lu Ming was speechless for a long time, and could only force a smile that looked worse than a grimace at Gao Bin.

"Section Chief, look at him... I really am sick, otherwise how could I just stand by and watch Zhiyou fall into trouble?"

Gao Bin waved his hand, interrupting him.

"never mind.

"What people do is seen by Heaven; you just need to know what you're doing."

"Let's withdraw the people who are watching Zhou Yi."

"From now on, temporarily suspend all internal surveillance of Zhou Yi."

Lu Ming was stunned: "Section Chief, why...?"

Gao Bin didn't explain, but simply repeated the sentence without room for argument.

"Do as I say."

He was actually very conflicted.

My nephew has made a name for himself now, serving as an advisor to Chief of Staff Rensuke Isogai, and has a bright future ahead of him.

The fact that Zhou Yi and Hong Zhi were so close shows that their friendship has been tested in times of trouble.

If something bad is found out and it's confirmed that Zhou Yi is a red ticket holder, wouldn't that also ruin Zhiyou's future?
If things continue this way, it's not impossible for Tomoyuki to join the General Staff Headquarters in the future. To put it another way, it's only a matter of time before he succeeds Shibuya Saburo as the Chief of Police of Hama Province.

Before Zhou Yi revealed any obvious flaws, Gao Bin didn't want to dwell on this person any longer.

He couldn't gamble away his nephew's bright future.

Lu Ming dared not ask any more questions and hurriedly nodded and bowed in agreement.

……

Night falls at Futai Leather Goods Store.

When Hong Zhiyou pushed the door open, Wu Jingzhong and Lao Hei were drinking tea, while Peng Hu and Xiao Jia were talking on the other side.

To Hong Zhi's surprise, this shrewd and charming guy had already become close friends with Lao Hei, calling each other brothers and chatting happily.

Old Hei was also a perceptive man. He could see that Hong Zhi valued Wu Jingzhong highly, and he could also sense the extraordinary demeanor of Wu Jingzhong. Therefore, he was very respectful to this Boss Wu and did not act like a boss at all.

“Peng Hu, Xiao Jia, I’m sorry you’ve suffered this time.” Hong Zhiyou took out two stacks of money from his bag and placed one stack in front of each of them. “Talking about feelings is too superficial. Take this. It’s not much, five thousand Kangde coins.”

Peng Hu didn't even glance at the money, waving his hand dismissively: "Young Master Hong, I hardly ever used money when I was in the mountains. Now that I'm in the city, you provide me with food and drink, which is much more comfortable than hunting. I have no use for this rubbish."

Jia Chong wanted to take it, but seeing that Peng Hu had said so, he was too embarrassed to reach out.

Wu Jingzhong smiled and picked up Peng Hu's share, stuffing it into Lao Hei's hand.

"They're young and embarrassed to accept it, so we'll keep it for them for now."

"When I get married and have children, there will be expenses for everything."

Old Hei immediately nodded: "Mr. Wu is right."

He then put all the money away.

Even if you don't want your own nephew, you can't block someone else's path to wealth; you still need to know the rules.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Lao Hei and Peng Hu tactfully got up and made an excuse to leave.

With no outsiders present, Hong Zhi sat down again:

"Old Wu, how did you know that old devil Shibuya Saburo was up to something?"

Wu Jingzhong took a sip of tea and slowly replied, "Intuition."

I believe you.

Hong Zhi thought to himself, "This guy might have an inside man in the Police Department too."

Wu Jingzhong put down his teacup: "Jingyu called tonight and asked me to tell you that they have started to torture Zhang Chunyuan and his son. I guarantee they will be completely crippled."

He looked at Hong Zhiyou, his tone carrying a hint of admonition: "You've made too much of a fuss this time. If you have a grudge, at least wait until things have calmed down before settling things. Why are you in such a hurry? You're too young and impetuous."

Hong Zhi smiled and said, "If you're not young and impetuous, then what kind of young person are you?"

He paused and explained, "Besides, Zhang Junyuan is Ishihara Kanji's man. Getting rid of him and Shibuya Saburo together is what the General Staff wants to see. I'm just going with the flow."

He took out another five thousand yuan from his pocket and pushed it in front of Wu Jingzhong.

"This is for Lao Xiao. This morning at the dock, his knife was clean and swift, like killing a chicken."

Wu Jingzhong pushed the money back: "This is unnecessary. Xiao Jia needs money to recover from his injuries; it's for medical expenses."

"Guohua is carrying out an internal task. Taking money would break the rules. After all, you're one of us, so there's no need to charge you."

“Consider it my personal way of thanking him,” Hong Zhiyou insisted.

“I know he has family in Jinhai. We are fighting hard on the front lines, and we can’t let our families back home suffer as well. Next time I go to Jinhai, I’ll have him go back to visit them with his entourage.”

Wu Jingzhong nodded and accepted the money, raising an eyebrow warily, "You really have amazing connections. Even Boss Dai didn't know that Guohua's family was in Tianjin. How did you know?"

"Intuition!" Hong Zhi replied verbatim.

"Slippery!" Wu Jingzhong chuckled.

"Have Madam and Miss arrived in Jinhai?" Hong Zhi asked.

"We've arrived. I'll get everything ready and send it over as soon as possible," Wu Jingzhong replied.

"That's good. I plan to set off in the next couple of days."

"Don't worry, I have a special pass from the Kwantung Army General Staff Headquarters right now. I'm an advisor to the Chief of Staff. I can walk around in the Japanese-occupied area without any problems."

Looking at his smug expression, Wu Jingzhong reminded him, "Don't be too arrogant."

"The area inside the Great Wall is not the territory of the Kwantung Army, and the people there may not listen to the General Staff."

"Don't worry, even if you give me a mountain of gold, I'll still hand it over to them intact." Hong Zhi smiled, said nothing more, turned and left.

He started the car and drove straight towards Huizi's house.

I'm about to go to Tianjin, I really need to get this woman under control.

Huizi was his treasure trove.

As long as this woman can keep Mu Liancheng in check and help him become the richest man in Tianjin.

Stop making excuses about donating the city's investment buildings and hospitals to the government for nothing in the future. Just honestly accumulate antiques, gold, and US dollars.

Once the war is won, he and Lao Wu will return to Tianjin and make a quick getaway. Mu Liancheng will be a typical working-class person.

……

(End of this chapter)