Chapter 275: Planting Evidence to Frame Someone

Arrange for Wei Yong to take someone to take her back to the Fuxing Society immediately.

And Cao Mengqi. You can go too. This guy, he speaks too bluntly. He doesn't know how to turn things around at all. One careless move and he'll backstab himself.

Right, what was her name?

Never mind, whatever her name is. She's just a supporting role. She doesn't deserve a name.

Now, she had to take a good scolding.

'No one told you that you can't use guns in the Club Cosmopolite?'

'No one did!'

'You can't use guns in the Club Cosmopolite. Otherwise, Chibrov will offer a reward.'

'What do you mean?'

'It means someone will be hired to kill you. The reward starts at 500 dollars.'

'That much?'

Zhang Yong was a little surprised.

Damn, are the Belarusians that rich?

Didn't the October Revolution confiscate all their money?

Five hundred dollars is a lot. Really.

Look at the reward that certain lady has put on herself, only five thousand dollars. She is the wife of the president!

But wait!

"Who is Chepolov?'

'The owner of the Cosmopolitan nightclub. He is also one of the most powerful people in the concession.'

'Is he very powerful?'

'He was an executioner who suppressed the Russian Revolution. He was one of the craziest and most ruthless people. He killed countless people. His nickname was Slaughter of Ten Thousand People. Wherever he went, nothing grew. Later, after his defeat, he fled to the Far East and settled in the concession. Many of his subordinates were veterans of many years of fighting. What do you think?'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong quietly sticks out his tongue.

So he's a ruthless man. But it doesn't seem to be anything remarkable.

They were all losers of the Russian Revolution. They were quickly swept into the dustbin of history. They won't be able to stay in the concession for long. A few years at most.

'No one is after him?'

'Yes. There are always people in Red Soviet Russia who want his life.'

'That's right.'

'You must remember that he also hates the Reds very much. Once he catches a Red, he will definitely not be able to survive. So, keep an eye on Li Jingzhi. Don't let her do anything stupid.'

'Understood...'

Zhang Yong replied obediently.

Then he looked up. What did he mean? What did he mean by watching Li Jingzhi?

Did he mean that Li Jingzhi was already a Red? Or was he going to come over here? That's ridiculous. What would Li Jingzhi come over here for? She couldn't even enter the concession area.

Suddenly...

a strange thought popped into his head...

I hire someone to kill myself...

and then just find a body to pass off as mine...

Can I get 500 US dollars?

Does Chepelov know who killed the person? He doesn't know shit!

The only people there were a few of us. All members of the Fuxing Society. Who can he arrest? Who would he dare arrest?

Mom, there seems to be a loophole...

'What are you thinking?' Li Boqi knew he was up to no good when he saw his eyes darting around.

'I was thinking about getting someone to pretend to be the murderer and collect the $500. What do you think?' Zhang Yong wasn't afraid of him scolding him, as he had already done so anyway, 'Kiprov doesn't even know who the murderer is!'

'You...' Li Boqi was completely speechless.

He didn't want to say anything.

What a way of thinking this little guy has!

Really...

Someone is offering a reward for your death, and you're thinking about collecting it?

Greed to this extent! You really don't care about your life.

But, on second thought, I have to say that there does seem to be room for manoeuvre. As long as you're not afraid to die.

Kiprov really doesn't know who the murderer is. He can't tell if someone is just handed to him.

However...

'Other people will think the same thing.'

'What?'

'What you can think of, others can think of too.'

'So what?'

'Kiprov will let you prove it for yourselves. Or kill each other.'

'Er...'

Forget it then. It feels so dangerous.

Killing each other and all. I'm no match for anyone else.

But then again... I can frame the Japanese! Why panic? Just put the Japanese on the spot.

Isn't the Nan Kuan Agency very good? Aren't they the best at kidnapping and assassination?

Very good. They killed the leader of the Tien-Di Gang. They must confess.

What?

Deny it?

Only an idiot would believe that.

You Nan Kuan Agency people are good at assassinations, aren't you?

What's the name of the murderer?

I know!

Let's call him Takeo Kishida!

No. Takeo Kishida ordered it. He planned it.

What's the intention?

Of course it was to help the Dagger Society get rid of the Heaven and Earth Society.

Some members of the Dagger Society have already defected to the Japanese and become their lackeys, so it would be a good idea to frame them as well.

Haha. Will it work? I don't know. I have nothing to lose anyway.

What if it works?

"What are you thinking about?'

'I'm going to frame Takeo Kishida. He planned the assassination. Kill the head of the Heaven and Earth Society.'

'What's the motive?'

'Help the Dagger Society get rid of the Heaven and Earth Society. Strengthen the Dagger Society.'

'How many people?'

'Three.'

'What weapons?'

'Shotguns?'

'What identity was used to enter the Club des Nations?'

'Li Wei.'

'Who brought it in?'

'Zhou Wanchan.'

'Where is Zhou Wanchan?'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong was about to speak but stopped.

Okay. There is one other person who knows. It's Zhou Wanchan.

'Work out the details with him again and again.'

'What?'

'Make him recite them back to you.'

'Yes!'

Zhang Yong understood.

The key to framing Zhou Wancan was in his hands.

Zhou Wancan must be made to recite the details. Then he would tell the others.

He would pretend to have escaped death.

But then there was the problem. The Japanese had been brought in by Zhou Wancan...

'He's been tricked.'

'Huh?'

'Precisely because he was deceived. That's why he's so anxious to seek revenge on the Japanese.'

'Will it work?'

'At this point, do you have a better idea?'

'No,'

Zhang Yong shook his head.

Li Boqi was still the quickest thinker.

In a very short time, he perfected the plan to frame the Japanese.

Frame the Japanese.

Frame the Japanese.

Because of the haste, there were bound to be a lot of loopholes. But it didn't matter, as long as the atmosphere was right, no one cared about the specific truth.

It was enough to stir up hatred of the Japanese...

As they spoke, several black cars drove up from afar and stopped at the side entrance of the Cosmopolitan nightclub.

Many big men in black suits got out of the cars. They were all holding guns.

They looked around warily. They kept a close watch from a distance. They were convinced that there was no danger before pulling open the car doors.

From a distance, I saw a big, fat Russian get out of the car.

He must be Chibrov.

Indeed, Li Boqi said, 'That's him. Be careful if you meet him in the future.'

'Okay,' Zhang Yong nodded.

I don't need you to remind me. My life is important.

This Chibrov looks like a Russian strongman. He can punch with hundreds of pounds of force.

It is possible that a normal 9mm pistol bullet won't be able to kill him. It would have to be at least 11.43mm.

Of course, that's different with a rifle.

A rifle is so powerful. It can kill a bear. Not to mention a human?

So, if one day, one wants to take Chepelov's life, one must use a rifle. And, it would be best to fire all three rifles together...

Chepelov enters the Club des Nations. There are still people outside on guard with guns.

Fortunately, they were far away and went unnoticed.

'What are you going to do next?'

'Go find Yan Ruzi.'

'Can you please focus on the main task...'

'What main task?'

'What is your job description?'

'Catch the Japanese spy!'

'So what are you doing? Stomping on watermelon rinds?'

'I...'

Zhang Yong was at a loss for words.

It seemed that he really was stomping on watermelon rinds.

He stomped on one, and slipped on the other.

He didn't even know what he was going to do next.

There was no work plan at all.

Not only did he fail to catch the Japanese spy, he also started messing with Zhou Wanchan, the leader of the general headquarters...

Then he thought about catching Yan Ruizhi...

'Let's go to the concession!'

'Yes!'

'Let's go back to our own territory and figure out how to catch the Japanese spy.'

'Yes!'

He obediently agreed.

He also ignored Zhou Wanchan. Hurry up and take the team and leave the concession.

Zhou Wanchan: ?

Hey, what about me?

You killed our leader and now you're just going to run away?

I really want to shout at you, 'Don't run!' but in the end I don't dare. The Fuxing Society has a lot of people, and they all look fierce.

What should I do?

Zhou Wanchan is at a loss.

Having a boss like Zhang Yong is really annoying!

There's nothing he can do but figure it out himself.

Fortunately, halfway through his walk, Zhang Yong realised that he had not yet told Zhou Wancan the details of their earlier discussion. So he turned back. He told him all kinds of 'details' and asked him to repeat them over and over again. Until he could recite them backwards.

Well, that's about it.

...

He successfully left the concession.

Hey, it feels different immediately. This is my own territory.

In the concession, you still have to be careful of the police station and the foreign army. But here, you can do whatever you want.

Catch a Japanese spy?

How?

Right, let's see what's going on with the Nightingale.

Koxingde took his own action team and went to keep an eye on the Nightingale. I wonder if they've found anything. Shall we go and have a look?

But then he quickly changed his mind. Forget it, I'd better not get involved.

If I'm told to leave it to someone else, then I'll leave it to someone else. What's the point of getting involved again? I'd better go and discover some new Japanese spies.

Shanghai is such a big place, there must be lots of hidden Japanese spies.

I'll slowly sweep the streets...

Suddenly, a jeep stopped in front of him.

Behind the jeep, there was a truck. It was full of heavily armed soldiers.

Zhang Yong looked inside. He saw Zhou Yang. He was Commander Qian's deputy.

'Captain Zhang!'

'Deputy Commander Zhou!'

Zhang Yong greeted the other man enthusiastically.

They had previously worked together to capture Japanese spies, and their cooperation had been quite good. They had a good relationship.

The key was that Zhou Yang was from the garrison headquarters and had control over military power. If necessary, he could ask Zhou Yang to help mobilise troops for reinforcements.

'Captain Zhang, when did you get back?'

'I just got back two days ago. I haven't even had time to sit down. I'm going to the concession to carry out another mission. I just got out in the middle of the night.'

'I was just about to look for you!'

'Just get to the point.'

'It's about my brother-in-law...'

'Luo Yiming, right. Where is he?'

'I'll get him to come right away.'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong nodded.

Many of the people in his team had connections.

It doesn't matter, the more connections the better. Anyway, he doesn't need people with strong abilities.

The stronger the abilities of others, the more incompetent he appears.

Having veterans like Tong Luohan and Qin Lishan is enough. They are responsible for fighting the war.

What are the others responsible for?

Of course, they are responsible for not blaming the masses!

They are not afraid of doing wrong.

They are all second-generation officials, and the commander-in-chief is too embarrassed to scold them too harshly.

You see, after Yang Zhi arrived, Yang Shanfu's relationship with him skyrocketed. Now that Luo Yiming has arrived, his relationship with the garrison headquarters will surely skyrocket as well.

In short, I really like these second-generation officials hanging out with us. I'll hang out with you.

I'll enjoy the blessings myself. We'll face the difficulties together...

Soon, Zhou Yang came over with two young men.

Zhang Yong was delighted when he saw them. Except for Luo Yiming, who he didn't know. The other one was an acquaintance.

Who? Jin Shi Wang. The nephew of Jin Lin from the Party Affairs Investigation Department.

No, it seems to be his real son...

He was arrested and taken back to the Fuxing Society before. Cao Mengqi tortured him thoroughly. He wanted to die from the torture. Zhang Yong was not sure when exactly he was released.

'Mr. Jin,' Zhang Yong said with a smile.

'Hello...' Jin Shi Wang couldn't help but shiver all over. He regretted coming here by mistake.

Damn it. Who knew that Zhang Yong was here!

A member of the Fuxing Society!

Damn it.

That bastard Luo Yiming. He's digging his own grave.

And he didn't even tell me in advance...

'Jin Shiwan, you want to join our Fuxing Society, don't you?' Zhang Yong's smile was ambiguous.

'No. No,' Jin Shiwan hastily denied.

'You really don't want to?'

'I don't. I don't...'

'Then I'm sorry. You'll be arrested again and tortured.'

'Oh, I didn't do anything. Why are you arresting me?'

'You had close contact with the Japanese spy last time. Have you been cleared of suspicion?'

'I, I, I have already said it all. I have absolutely no connection with the Japanese spy. You must not frame me. Don't...'

'Where is your uncle?'

'What?'

'I asked what your uncle is doing.'

'He...'

'Tell the truth. Otherwise, I really will take you back.'

'He is arresting the Red Party. Arresting a Red Party member codenamed Creeper,' Jin Shiwang replied hastily.

'Creeper?' Zhang Yong laughed. He remembered the code name.

It turned out that there was a Red Party code name Creeper in Shanghai. I wonder what position he held?

And how much information did the Party Affairs Investigation Office have on him?

'Has Ye Wansheng returned?'

'What?'

'I asked if Ye Wansheng and Ding Muchuan have returned to Shanghai.'

'No.'

'You see, this is very good. I ask, you answer. What are you nervous about?'

'I, I...'

Jin Shi Wang was sweating profusely.

He thought to himself, what am I nervous about? I'm nervous about the interrogation room of your Fuxing Society!

I was tortured half to death last time. It took three months for me to recover. I never thought I'd run into someone from the Fuxing Society here again. It's still Zhang Yong!

This is really killing me.

But I dare not leave. I'm afraid that the other person will really take me back again.

That was so difficult, forget about it. It felt like every second was a million years long. I regret coming here. I even regret coming to this world.

Zhang Yong then turned his head and looked at Luo Yiming.

'Captain...'

'Can you endure hardship?'

'Yes.'

'You may have to stay up late tonight. Can you handle it?'

'Yes!'

Luo Yiming replied.

Zhang Yong then turned his head and looked at Zhou Yang.

'Please...'

'Don't worry, leave it to me. We'll start the formalities tomorrow.'

'Okay. Thanks.'

'You go about your business. I still have to carry out my duties.'

'Okay!'

Zhou Yang then took his leave.

He was responsible for patrolling the night. There were no military police here.

Gu Zhenglun's military police headquarters was solely responsible for the security of Jinling.

The Shanghai beach patrol was still under the responsibility of the garrison headquarters. Although it was just for show. But it had to be done.

Zhang Yong continued to speak with Luo Yiming.

'Can you use a gun?'

'A little.'

'Tomorrow you will go through the formalities and join the force. You will be assessed on some basic skills. If you know how to do it, you will. If you don't, you don't. You have to be honest. Don't pretend to know what you don't know. Otherwise, if you don't know how to do something and I think you do, and then assign you to do it, and you can't do it, you could lose your life. Understand?'

'Understood...'

Luo Yiming quietly shrunk his head.

Could it be that serious? His uncle didn't seem to have said anything about dying. Was the Fuxing Society that dangerous?

"Follow me!'

'Where to?'

'Call it a day. Go back to the office. Have a midnight snack. Go to bed!'

'Ah...'