Chapter 99 Rescue of Zhan Shen

Good books and good stories accompany you every day.

Just a second ago, Ye Jiqing was shouting that he wanted to avenge Ji Yunqing.

His eyes lit up when he heard about money.

She looked again at the "seven" Wang Xuesen was pointing to, and exclaimed in surprise, "Xuesen, you, how much do you think this kid is worth?"

"Seventy thousand."

"And it must be equivalent gold bars or US dollars," Wang Xuesen said firmly.

"My elder brother has already given word that Yin Dingyi has been invited."

"When the time comes, you'll be hesitant to talk to him because of your relationship, but I'll do it! For every penny short, we'll kill Zhan Shen to appease Old Master Ji's spirit, letting that white-haired Yin bury his black-haired son!"

"That's great..." Ye Jiqing was overjoyed and was about to clap his hands.

Li Shiqun coughed lightly, interrupting her.

Ye Jiqing immediately understood, suppressed his joy, and put on a reasonable expression: "Xuesen, you know your older brother values ​​loyalty and righteousness."

"Mr. Yin is a friend of many years, so we should give him this much face. Let's do it your way."

"We'll discuss everything once Mr. Yin arrives."

Wang Xuesen nodded: "Okay, if we can reach an agreement, and then use Zhan Shen to take over Zhang Deqing's business, I can complete the task my brother gave me."

"You put your heart into it." Li Shiqun nodded with satisfaction, very pleased with the result.

Ye Jiqing suddenly interjected, "Xuesen, when that guy surnamed Yin arrives, you can take more; any extra kills are yours."

Wang Xuesen waved his hands repeatedly, trembling with fear, "Sister-in-law, you're making me feel so ashamed!"

"It's rare for my older brother to assign me a task alone for the first time, and now I'm focused on doing it well."

"Money and such are secondary."

"When my elder brother gets promoted and Yongxinglong becomes bigger and stronger, he won't let me go hungry."

These heartfelt words moved Ye Jiqing to tears.

You couldn't find a subordinate like that anywhere in the world!

Say nothing more.

She picked up her chopsticks, then placed a steaming hot xiaolongbao (soup dumpling) near Wang Xuesen's mouth: "Eat, eat. Don't worry about your older brother; he's a jealous person."

"Your sister-in-law will feed you today!"

Wang Xuesen was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to open his mouth or not, and could only look awkwardly at Li Shiqun.

Li Shiqun was in a great mood and found Wang Xuesen pleasing to the eye no matter what he looked at. He waved his hand generously and said, "Eat up, eat up."

Wang Xuesen didn't stand on ceremony anymore, and with Ye Jiqing personally feeding him, he quickly finished a whole steamer of buns.

After finishing his meal, he wiped his mouth and said, "Brother, they're still torturing Zhan Shen in the interrogation room. Do you think we should stop?"

Li Shiqun said, "Let's stop. If we really cause trouble, it won't look good when Lao Yin comes."

Wang Xuesen accepted the order and turned to leave the office.

We arrived at the interrogation room.

He met Zhan Shen for the first time.

He was very young, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a bluish stubble on his chin, a high nose bridge, and a strong, well-defined profile.

He exuded a heroic and valiant spirit.

No wonder White Rose liked him; she hesitated for three seconds before betraying him.

Zhan Shen stayed up all night, his eyes were bloodshot, but the sharpness in his gaze remained undiminished.

Ma Gan'er and his gang were very ruthless; many of the wounds were so deep that the bone was visible. Most people would have given up long ago.

This clearly shows that Zhan Shen is indeed a hero.

Wang Xuesen took off his suit jacket, casually draped it over the back of his chair, and asked Ma Gan'er, "Did you confess?"

Ma Gan'er shook his head: "He's been getting injections since last night, three times already. Lao Qi even sliced ​​half a pound off his back with a slicing tool, but this guy just won't open his mouth."

Wang Xuesen circled around Zhan Shen and slowly said, "Zhan Shen, your real name is Yin Sen. You are the son of Yin Dingyi, a favorite general of Dai Li, a top agent of the Military Intelligence Bureau, and nicknamed Lone Ranger."

Zhan Shen suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide with rage, and shouted, "Don't mention that traitorous dog to me!"

"Then let's talk about white roses."

"My name is Wang Xuesen. You should have heard of me," Wang Xuesen said calmly.

Zhan Shen sneered: "So what? Rose only truly loves me."

Wang Xuesen placed a chair opposite him, maintaining a safe distance: "I'm curious, why are you so obsessed with white roses?"

Zhan Shen smirked, a hint of fanaticism in his eyes: "Isn't it enough that she has the softest, most alluring breasts in Shanghai?"

Wang Xuesen thought about it seriously for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, if that's what you say, then I have no doubts."

"This is the testimony of the White Rose."

"Take a look."

He tossed a document over.

Zhan Shen took it and examined it carefully, his expression gradually becoming complicated.

Killing traitors was a matter of course for him.

From the moment he was arrested, he was prepared to die.

Death was not scary to him at all.

At worst, I'll be a hero again in eighteen years.

But at this moment, he fell silent, his thick eyebrows furrowed tightly.

What's written in this confession is complete nonsense!

He was a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau, and killing traitors was his duty. But after Bai Meigui's description, he became Zhang Deqing's accomplice.

He became a tool in gang warfare.

This was a complete humiliation for him.

However, in order to preserve the organization and discipline of the Military Intelligence Bureau, he would never betray his organization and comrades.

Zhan Shen was a very conceited and arrogant person. He would rather be seen as a patriotic and progressive youth than as a dog kept by Zhang Deqing.

But if she doesn't admit it, then that proves the white rose is lying.

Even if White Rose sold him.

He didn't want to drag her down with him to the underworld before he died.

"Ma Gan'er, you two go out and keep watch, don't let anyone in." Wang Xuesen waved his hand.

Ma Gan'er and the other two interrogators immediately withdrew.

Only the two of them remained in the interrogation room.

Wang Xuesen said, "This confession was designed by me for White Rose. Her original confession was that she admitted you were a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau."

"However, someone like you, troubled by love, probably wouldn't care about these things."

As he spoke, he took out a cigarette and handed it to Zhan Shen, then lit it for him himself.

Zhan Shen took a deep drag, and through the swirling smoke, he said coldly, "That's right, I don't care. Forgetting what happened a second ago is my instinct; otherwise, living constantly in the shadow of that traitor Yin Dingyi would be nauseating."

Wang Xuesen really liked this person's personality.

Its advantages and disadvantages are both frighteningly obvious.

He chuckled and said, "Unlike you, I wouldn't linger on a frumpy woman. The only reason I'm wasting so much time talking to her is for one person: you!"

Zhan Shen sneered: "Me?"

"It doesn't matter. Aside from saying I'm a dog of the Military Intelligence Bureau and Zhang Deqing, you can think whatever you want."

Wang Xuesen stood up, hands behind his back, and looked at him: "What if someone insists you be Zhang Deqing's dog?"

"Then he'll only get my corpse," Zhan Shen said resolutely.

Wang Xuesen returned to the interrogation table, picked up a pen, and quickly wrote two words on the paper: "Slay the Clouds!"

Zhan Shen's expression changed drastically in an instant.

Slay the clouds!

This is the code name for the mission to assassinate Ji Yunqing!

Besides Boss Dai, only the newly appointed district chief Chen Gongshu and he himself knew.

The fact that this person knows this code name shows that his rank is at least equal to Chen Gongshu's!

Wang Xuesen suddenly leaned close to his ear and muttered through gritted teeth, "Damn it! For a womanizer like you, a piece of trash who's been sold off, I have to personally take action!"

"If you dare to be stubborn with me again, and still dare to be ungrateful, after you die, I'll cremate you and take your ashes to the boss to apologize!"

"You piece of trash!"

"Stinky dog ​​poop!"

"Grass!"

These words were extremely harsh, but Zhan Shen was deeply shocked and even moved to tears.

Yes, he is just that kind of simple, passionate, and emotional person.

He knew, of course, that Wang Xuesen was able to preside over the case of Ji Yunqing's assassination because he was definitely a confidant of that devil Li Shiqun.

This level of espionage is arguably the boss's trump card.

How much must the boss care about and favor him to be willing to take such a big risk?

No wonder Wang Xuesen was furious.

Wang Xuesen was not afraid of Zhan Shen reporting him.

First of all, there is no evidence. He could easily claim that Zhan Shen framed him in an attempt to implicate him.

Furthermore, Zhan Shen's father was one of the key figures in the Wang Jingwei regime's secret service, and a favorite of Zhou Fohai. If Zhan Shen truly wanted to be a traitor, he wouldn't have joined the Military Intelligence Bureau, much less adopted such a suicidal attitude.

Boss Dai's decision to have him personally handle the matter shows he has a good eye for talent.

Zhan Shen, with a cigarette dangling from his lips and eyes half-closed, slowly exhaled thick smoke: "I'm a piece of trash, Zhang Deqing's dog, alright?"

He had no choice.

The boss has already brought out his trump card; if we still act recklessly, we'll be truly foolish and harm ourselves and others.

It's a hundred times uglier than being a traitor.

Wang Xuesen straightened up and said coldly, "From now on, do whatever I tell you to do, and don't cause me any trouble."

Zhan Shen nodded.

Wang Xuesen took the piece of paper with the code name on it, burned it with a lighter, and then pointed to White Rose's confession with his finger.

The interrogation begins again.

Soon, Zhan Shen confessed everything in detail.

This includes how Zhang Deqing instructed him to assassinate Ji Yunqing and to have his old friends in the Military Intelligence Bureau buy intelligence from Bai Jusheng to confuse the public and create the illusion that the Military Intelligence Bureau was eliminating traitors.

After the matter was settled, Zhang Deqing gave him the villa on Ferguson Road as a reward.

Wang Xuesen recorded everything clearly with a tape recorder, and then ordered Magan'er to take Zhan Shen off the interrogation chair:

"Take him to the infirmary first and get him proper treatment."

"Remember, no unauthorized personnel are allowed to contact it."

Ma Gan'er nodded in agreement and told two brothers to help Zhan Shen out.

Zhan Shen was covered in injuries and walked unsteadily, but his back remained straight.

Wang Xuesen glanced at him from behind and shook his head.

Alas, even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman.

To get him ashore, we'll have to make sure he cuts off his sweetheart first.

After making the arrangements, he organized the audio tapes, the signed interrogation records, and the confessions, put them in a document bag, and personally delivered them to Li Shiqun's office.

Li Shiqun was in a rare moment of relaxation; with Wang Xuesen, such a capable general, he had much less to worry about.

It was a rare treat to listen to a gramophone.

Paired with the Biluochun tea in his hand, it was quite a pleasant experience.

"Brother, everything is here."

Wang Xuesen placed the document bag on the table.

Li Shiqun turned off the phonograph, opened the bag, and flipped through the confession page by page. He then picked up the cassette tape, weighed it in his hand, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Well done."

"You don't need to worry about the rest."

"I'll have Zhongwen take charge of keeping Bai Meigui and Zhan Shen in the dark."

Wang Xuesen nodded: "Then Xuesen will retire."

"Go back and rest. You've worked hard these past two days," Li Shiqun said with a smile.

Wang Xuesen knew that from this moment on, Zhan Shen and Bai Meigui had been handed over to him.

The necessary evidence has been collected.

How to handle Zhang Deqing is Li Shiqun's game.

He just waited to be divided up the meat.

Back in his office, Wang Xuesen took off his suit jacket, flopped onto the sofa, put his legs up on the armrests, and prepared to take a nap.

The moment my eyelids closed, the phone on the table rang.

Wang Xuesen, his eyes still closed, reached for the microphone, his voice heavy with weariness: "Who is it?"

"Wang Sang!"

A warm, Japanese-accented Chinese voice came from the other end of the line.

"Captain Okamura."

Wang Xuesen instantly regained his senses and sat up straight.

"The matter you asked me to handle last time has been arranged."

Okamura lowered his voice, a hint of smugness in it.

"Section Chief Fujita and Ms. Miyako will be waiting for you at home at 2 PM today."

"I've already spoken to Section Chief Fujita's adjutant, so you can go on the way."

"The rest depends on your own abilities, Wang Sang."

Wang Xuesen smiled and said, "Captain Okamura, I will remember this favor. Thank you, sworn brother. I will treat you and your wife to dinner later."

"Haha, then I won't be polite!"

Okamura smiled and hung up the phone.

Wang Xuesen slowly put down the microphone and tapped his index finger rhythmically on the table a few times.

Today I went to Fujita's place, ostensibly to get closer to the Fujita family through Okamura's connections.

As for the pretext of pursuing Miyako, there's no rush to reveal the real cards.

The important thing is to get a feel for the Fujita family's background during our first meeting and see what kind of attitude this Special Higher Police Chief has towards Bai Junqi.

And Miyako.

The letter was written with deep affection and gentle kindness, but who knows what kind of person the real person is?

What if he's another fickle, promiscuous man like White Rose?

Wang Xuesen never fights a battle unprepared.

He dozed off on the sofa for more than twenty minutes, rehearsing his words for the upcoming meeting three times in his mind with his eyes closed.

After getting up, he straightened his tie in front of the office mirror and changed into a clean shirt.

He then took out a pack of American cigarettes from the drawer and put it into his handbag.

This thing can sell for 200 yuan on the black market, and giving it to a Japanese officer would make him look very prestigious.

After tidying up, he locked the office door and walked down the corridor.

He deliberately slowed his pace as he passed the door of the intelligence operations room.

The door was half open.

Inside, a clerk in a gray Zhongshan suit was dozing off at his desk, with an unfinished form spread out in front of him, and his eyes were as red as a rabbit's.

Wang Xuesen knocked twice on the door frame.

The clerk suddenly jumped up, hurriedly wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth. When he saw it was Wang Xuesen, he quickly stood up straight.

"Director Wang!"

Wang Xuesen peeked inside and casually chuckled, "Feeling sleepy so early in the morning? What were you doing last night?"

The clerk scratched his head sheepishly: "I went on a field trip with Director Hu and didn't get back until midnight."

"Oh? Where's Lao Hu? I just passed by his office and didn't see him."

The clerk quickly replied, "Director Hu and Section Chief Peng went out on business early this morning. Is there anything you need, Director? I'll pass on the message when he gets back."

"fine."

Wang Xuesen waved his hand, "You're busy, just tell him I was here later."

The clerk nodded repeatedly.

Wang Xuesen turned and went downstairs, his smile completely gone.

Peng Sanhu.

The head of the telecommunications department, Hu Junhe's trusted confidant, and a notoriously taciturn man in the 76th Division.

Such people usually keep a low profile, but when it comes to dirty work, they are more efficient than anyone else.

The amount of supplies that Hu Junhe illegally seized from the Bai family last time was not small; it's only a matter of time before he finds someone to distribute and resell them.

There was no one else he could entrust with the task without Peng Sanhu.

The two of them went out together early this morning.

They're probably going to deal with that batch of goods.

Wang Xuesen went downstairs and got into the bulletproof car.

Instead of heading towards Fujita Hajime's private residence in Hongkou, the car turned into a narrow alley in the French Concession.

At the end of the alley stood an old locust tree, where Qingfu was squatting and smoking.

Hearing the engine, Qingfu stubbed out his cigarette, shook the dust off his trousers, and walked over quickly, opening the passenger door and getting in.

"It doesn't have a tail, does it?" Wang Xuesen asked.

"I deliberately took three streets and changed rickshaws twice, so you can rest assured." Qingfu took out a bag of peanuts from his pocket and said while chewing.

"How's Bai Junqi doing?"

Qingfu grinned, a smile tinged with schadenfreude.

The Bai family is furious.

"That batch of goods was robbed by Hu Junhe. Because it was shipped behind Zhang Xiaolin's and the Japanese's backs, the Bai family didn't dare to make a fuss, which meant they suffered a huge loss in silence."

"Old Master Bai whipped the steward twenty times and didn't even give him any food."

"However, Bai Junqi hasn't been investigating much these past two days; he's been busy."

"What are you busy with?" Wang Xuesen asked.

"I'm going to pursue Miyako."

Qingfu cracked open a peanut; it was crunchy.

"I don't know where this kid got the information from, but he said that Miyako has recently become obsessed with Western paintings."

"I specially ordered several French oil paintings from Nanjing, intending to send them to the Fujita family to curry favor."

Wang Xuesen narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything.

He knew that Bai Junqi was pursuing Miyako.

But this guy spent so much money, it seems he really cares.

Yeah.

The harder you chase, the harder you fall.

"Alright, I'll handle Miyako's matter myself."

Wang Xuesen changed the subject, his voice becoming a few decibels deeper.

"Hu Junhe has a subordinate named Peng Sanhu, the head of the telecommunications department. You know him, right?"

Qingfu nodded: "I know. He has a Green Gang background and some connections in the black market. He's the kind of person who keeps a low profile and isn't easy to deal with."

"Keep an eye on this person."

Wang Xuesen lit a cigarette and took a puff.

"The Bai family's supplies that Hu Junhe seized last time will most likely be shipped out through Peng Sanhu."

"Don't rush into action. First, find out where he delivers the goods, who he delivers them to, and which route he takes."

"Once you find the goods, you can proceed to the second step."

Qingfu paused in his peanut-chewing, his eyes darting around, and then he chuckled, "You mean..."

"Longtai Hotel"

Wang Xuesen flicked his cigarette ash.

"That's Hu Junhe's business. You'll have to help Bai Junqi pass on the information later."

"Then, proceed with our next step of the plan."

"Hu Junhe is Li Shiqun's man, and he seized Bai's goods. How could Bai Junqi not cause trouble for Li Shiqun?"

"Besides, Bai Junqi has Japanese people standing behind him."

"If the two sides collide, the fire won't be able to be extinguished."

Wang Xuesen smiled, put a cigarette in his mouth, and rested one hand on the steering wheel.

"Your three-pronged approach is truly brilliant."

Qingfu gave a thumbs up and praised him.

"No matter how good a plan is, it needs someone like you to carry it out for it to succeed."

Wang Xuesen patted Qingfu on the shoulder.

"Is the shipment of American goods I requested ready?"

Qingfu stuffed the paper packet of peanuts into his pocket and said seriously, "It's all here. Three boxes of Camel cigarettes, a batch of nylon stockings and pantyhose, all sorts of odds and ends are in that hidden warehouse in Xujiahui. The key is in the usual place."

"You can take whatever you want; I won't interfere."

Wang Xuesen nodded.

"Alright, go ahead."

Qingfu opened the car door and was about to get out when he turned back to look at him: "Brother, you should be more careful too."

"The number of people in Shanghai who want to kill you right now could stretch all the way to the Waibaidu Bridge."

Wang Xuesen scoffed, "Don't worry, I won't die. I'm tough."

Qingfu shook his head as he got out of the car, turned up the collar of his short jacket, and disappeared into the depths of the alley in a few steps.

Wang Xuesen sat in the car, stubbed out his cigarette, and glanced at his watch.

1:40.

There is still time.

He took a small round mirror out of his handbag and examined his face in the mirror.

The slight bluish tint under his eyes was unmistakable, a testament to the all-night interrogation he had endured the previous night.

But his spirit and energy remain.

He took out his gold-rimmed glasses, wiped them clean, put them back on his nose, and then tucked his hair back.

Then he started the engine, drove out of the alley, merged into the traffic on the main road, and headed towards Hongkou.

……

A vast collection of military novels to satisfy your reading preferences.