Chapter 21: Eavesdropping (Please add to library, please vote)

"The Canal Gang again! What exactly do they want?" Wu Jingzhong slammed the table in a rare fit of rage.

Hong Zhiyou secretly felt pleased, but hurriedly offered tea: "Station Chief, please calm your anger; don't ruin your health over this."

As greedy as Wu Jingzhong was, he still took his work quite seriously.

If it were just about standing up for him, Old Wu could endure it.

But now that the Jin-Hai Station was being threatened, that old fox had to show some kind of response.

"Do I even need to ask?

"These people don't put our Jin-Hai Station in their eyes at all.

"Hmph!"

Ma Kui's mouth tugged at his injuries, and he bared his teeth as he sucked in a breath.

"Station Chief!

"The pier was full of people at the time; this matter is bound to have spread.

"If we don't discipline the Canal Gang, the pier will become a den for Reds and traitors. If every Tom, Dick, and Harry can hide there, what do we need the Jin-Hai Station for?

"You have to back your brothers up and take charge."

Deputy Team Leader Qi Physician chimed in with his own grievances.

"Secretary Hong, call Section Chief Lu over," Wu Jingzhong said, taking the teacup.

Hong Zhiyou accepted the order.

When he arrived at the office, Lu Qiaoshan was happily drinking coffee.

Ma Kui had been beaten and had lost his touch.

He was happy from the bottom of his heart, even more satisfied than if he had caught a Red.

"Section Chief Lu, the Station Chief wants you to come over," Hong Zhiyou said.

"Little brother, what's the situation inside?" Lu Qiaoshan asked.

"The Station Chief is in a bad mood; watch your words," Hong Zhiyou warned.

"Understood."

He straightened his tie and walked into the office.

"I will definitely catch the people responsible.

"Ma Kui, take your men down; each of you can collect five silver dollars for medical expenses."

Wu Jingzhong ordered.

"Fine, I'll wait for your good news.

"Go!"

Ma Kui led Qi Physician and the others away, fuming.

A foul odor of sweat and medicine lingered in the air.

Wu Jingzhong frowned in annoyance.

Hong Zhiyou understood and immediately opened the windows and turned on the ceiling fan.

"Section Chief Lu, are you familiar with Zhang Si of the Canal Gang?"

Wu Jingzhong was furious; he picked up his teacup, took a few sips, and asked in a deep voice.

"Not familiar," Lu Qiaoshan said with a gentle smile.

"Not familiar?" Wu Jingzhong's gaze turned sharp.

Lu Qiaoshan's face twitched, and he hurriedly said: "We have a bit of an acquaintance, but it's not deep... not deep."

"Go to the police station to meet with Li Hanyuan, then go to the Zhang residence. Tell them they must hand over the perpetrator, otherwise, don't blame me for taking their heads," Wu Jingzhong ordered coldly.

Lu Qiaoshan licked his lips in a dilemma.

However, facing Wu Jingzhong's aggressive gaze, he could only nod: "Yes!"

"Qiaoshan.

"My patience has its limits.

"Whoever infringes upon the interests of the Nationalist Party, no matter who they are, will surely bring about their own death!"

Wu Jingzhong pointed at Lu Qiaoshan, almost naming him directly.

"Understood, your subordinate will go handle it immediately," Lu Qiaoshan said, not daring to take a full breath, bowing to accept the order.

Hong Zhiyou, standing to the side, also felt his chest tighten.

He had indeed underestimated Wu Jingzhong.

This was an ace agent from the Ji'e Lane era; he didn't know how many people's blood had stained his hands.

Once the intent to kill arose, his aura was truly terrifying.

Leaving the office.

Lu Qiaoshan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and complained to Hong Zhiyou:

"You tell me, that Ma Kui is such a piece of trash. It's one thing that he couldn't catch anyone, but he also got me scolded by the Station Chief.

"Now it's great, the ball has been kicked to me."

Hong Zhiyou smiled faintly:

"Section Chief Lu, the capable do more work; you should go with Police Chief Li.

"Don't forget to put in a good word for me with Fourth Master Zhang.

"You did tell my fortune, after all."

"Fortune my ass. I'm the one who's had eight lifetimes of bad luck to get stuck with a ghost like Ma Kui," Lu Qiaoshan cursed as he walked away.

Hong Zhiyou shook his head with a smile and returned to his office.

Wu Jingzhong hadn't coordinated with the garrison or the Garrison Command, only dispatching the police station.

And he had singled out Lu Qiaoshan.

It was clear he still wanted to smooth things over and didn't want to offend the Canal Gang.

However, this was within Hong Zhiyou's expectations.

If Wu Jingzhong didn't take the Canal Gang's threat to himself to heart,

then this wave of hatred had already far exceeded expectations.

Because Fourth Master Zhang had touched Wu Jingzhong's reverse scale.

Next, he only needed to add a little more fuel to completely detonate Wu Jingzhong.

Thinking of this, Hong Zhiyou pulled the desk phone toward him and quickly dialed a number.

It rang once, and he hung up immediately.

……

The back street of the Zhang residence.

Inside a dilapidated little shack.

An American-made wiretapping machine was humming as it operated.

Anderson finished operating it, took off his headphones, and handed a cassette tape to Long Er, who was standing to the side:

"Mr. Long, I have finished the backup."

"Can this thing really hear people talking?" Long Er looked incredulous.

Installing a wiretap in the Zhang residence was as easy as pie for Long Er.

His people were everywhere.

He just found a servant from the Zhang residence and gave him two silver dollars to install it under the Guan Gong altar table in Fourth Master Zhang's hall.

But he still couldn't quite believe that from so far away, something the size of a button could hear people talking.

Wouldn't that make it a pair of "all-hearing ears"?

"This is our latest monitoring equipment, high sound quality, take a listen."

Anderson took out a small tape recorder, inserted the cassette, and clicked play.

Long Er soon heard the conversation between Yang Wenquan and the others.

Among them, Yang Wenquan instigated Fourth Master Zhang to assassinate Wu Jingzhong.

Fourth Master Zhang had stated his position.

And Lu Qiaoshan's ambiguity was all perfectly clear.

"Amazing, you Americans are truly incredible," Long Er exclaimed in wonder.

"Of course, our America is the most superior existence in the world," Anderson said proudly.

"Forget it.

"Who can say what will happen in the future."

Long Er curled his lip in disdain.

"Haha." Anderson laughed triumphantly and began calling people to dismantle the equipment.

"How much?" Long Er asked.

"You are Hong's friend, it's free.

"According to Hong's plan, we can start the next step.

"At eight o'clock tonight, I will create a half-hour power outage at the naval warehouse; the people on duty will be reassigned then.

"Your men need to transport that batch of arms away within half an hour.

"Mr. Long, can you do it?"

Anderson held a cigar in his mouth and asked, looking down from above.

"Half an hour is enough; there is ready manpower at the sailor warehouse."

Long Er nodded confidently; the thing he lacked least was brothers.

"OK, happy to cooperate, my brother." Anderson extended his fist.

"NO, not brothers, just a cooperative relationship."

Long Er coldly bumped his fist against his.

Waiting is long and boring.

Hong Zhiyou felt like every second was a year, and finally, he made it to the evening.

According to the plan, tonight Anderson would cooperate with Long Er to smuggle a batch of munitions from the sailor warehouse wharf.

They would quietly appear in Master Zhang Si's private warehouse.

Right now, neither the garrison nor the police could touch the Canal Gang.

But the Americans could.

Stealing from a U. . military warehouse is a serious crime.

With just this one charge, even if Master Zhang Si brought down the heavens, he could not protect him.

This move was the key to deciding success or failure.

Hong Zhiyou sat in the office, his heart in a state of chaos, and could only pray to the heavens.

He knew very little about Long Er.

After all, the Canal Gang belonged to Master Zhang Si, and Long Er's ability to handle affairs and rally people was an unknown.

If any single link went wrong, it was possible that all previous efforts would be wasted.

It was ten o'clock at night.

The phone rang.

Three times.

This meant that Long Er and Anderson had already finished the job.

"Whew!"

Hong Zhiyou let out a sigh of relief.

The immense mental pressure left him very exhausted at this moment.

Just as he was about to spread out his towel blanket to sleep.

The door knocked.

(End of chapter)