The First Volume: Empty Spirit Chapter 40: Not Bad Luck

  Wang Ya-zu shook his head, regretting and fearing for his own carelessness. He had not noticed at all that the interpreter beside him was also a Japanese spy, which was really too careless of him.

  Wang Yaizu was laughing, laughing very happily. When people are in a dangerous moment, the best thing that happens is not the appearance of a savior, but the realization that heaven is helping oneself, and luck is the most important thing. With good luck, nothing can kill you; with good luck, money, power, women, everything is available sometimes.

  Wang Yaozu believed at this time that God was taking care of him, and his luck was incredibly good. An assassin and a spy, two people who were originally going to kill him, ended up killing each other instead. The assassin in the closet had been planning to kill Wang Yaozu, but when he jumped out, Wang Yaozu had already left, and the knife struck the translator; the translator, faced with the sudden attack, didn't have time to shout out his identity, his first reaction was to counterattack with the dagger in his hand, it's better for someone else to die than himself.

  Two people were both members of a Japanese spy organization, but Wang Ya-zu was certain they didn't know each other. In the espionage business, it's best if as few people as possible know your true identity. As a result, the two men ended up killing each other with their own knives, and Wang Ya-zu didn't even need to fire his gun. All he needed to do was carefully check whether they were really dead, and if either of them still had any breath left, use the killer's Japanese short sword to deliver another blow.

  The two of them were both stabbed to death, and it was safe once they were dead. After confirming that there was no one in the room and hearing the commotion downstairs still not subsiding, Wang Ya-zu turned over the corpse of the assassin and carefully examined it. The big commotion downstairs just now, the first reaction of the person hiding upstairs is to put the most important thing on their body and protect it carefully.

  Wang Ya-zu finally found the important intelligence from the corpse before it was stained with blood. After taking a look, Wang Ya-zu knew what was written on this intelligence. It was a list of Japanese spies within the entire French concession, and three people were specifically pointed out. These three people were all working personnel inside the French consulate in the French concession, two of whom were French.

  In this day and age, as long as you have money, there's nothing that can't be done. The French people at the Consulate in the Concession came all the way to Shanghai to make a profit. But no matter where they went, there was always one rule: the superiors made more, while those below them got less. No matter how high their salaries were, they couldn't withstand the expenses of this extravagant world in Shanghai. When lamenting the unfairness, if someone took out a large sum of money, all notions of honor and patriotism could be thrown aside.

  Found some espionage intelligence, Wang Ya Zu still wants to continue searching. Looking for other intelligence, and also looking for valuable things. The ones downstairs are small money, even if they are divided, it won't be his turn as a Chinese person, so he should take this opportunity to find the most valuable things and hide them well, that way they will be his own. Wang Ya Zu has enough time to thoroughly search every corner of the entire room, all possible places where things could be hidden, and even has time to go to other places on the second floor to look for things.

  Two hours had passed, but the commotion below had not yet subsided. Some French soldiers who had finished their looting had begun to load valuable silks onto trucks, while others, more cunning, went straight upstairs and into the mistress's room. The first thing they saw was two corpses on the floor, followed by Wang Ya-zu lying in bed. This gave the three French soldiers who entered the room a terrible fright.

  "Hey, Chinese, Wang, are you still alive?" A French soldier asked in a slightly louder voice, while the other two carefully checked around with their guns, fearing there might be more assassins in the room.

  "I'm tired, I'll just take a nap. You 25 people can play with this woman, it's estimated that by sunset you'll be done. This is the money box I found, inside there are 500 silver coins and three gold bars, quite heavy. Oh right, this translator was bought off by the Japanese as a spy, trouble you to take these two corpses away too, I'll rest for a bit."

  Wang Yaoyu rummaged through the boxes for an hour and a half, found what he wanted, and naturally needed to rest. But for the three French soldiers present, Wang Yaoyu was a terrifying person who dared to sleep in a room with two corpses. The French soldier who spoke made the sign of the cross and prayed, then put away the money box Wang Yaoyu had found, and let the other two move the bodies. Those who could play enough before coming out must have a higher military rank and status than ordinary French soldiers.

  The box only contained a small amount of money, enough to keep the French soldiers from complaining. Today, we also obtained the list of other members of this Japanese spy group that was captured and killed, along with their contact information, which is quite a significant gain. Another significant gain, of course, is the money - two Bank of China banknotes totaling 2,000 silver dollars, indeed a substantial income. As always, banknotes are recognized but not people, so taking them to the Shanghai branch of the Bank of China will allow us to exchange them for cash.

  It wasn't until after sunset that things were finally settled, and Wang Ya-zu got what he wanted. The 25 French soldiers had also had enough fun. The silver coins in the box had been divided up directly, but the gold bars were a bit of a hassle, as well as the silk fabrics, which belonged to the French soldiers and had nothing to do with Wang Ya-zu. The eight corpses were wrapped in white cloth, and the body of the Japanese female spy was still bleeding. After loading the bodies and goods onto the trucks, the silk store was sealed off. In the afternoon, some customers came to buy silk, but they saw that the shop was closed, and two military vehicles were parked outside, so they all left. The police from the patrol station also came to ask questions, but they were sent away by the two truck drivers outside, saying it was a matter for the French consulate to handle, and the police couldn't intervene.

  When Wang Ya-zu returned to the French Consulate, only Antoine was waiting for him. Moreover, he was eating bread and drinking coffee while waiting for him. Antoine was not very happy about Wang Ya-zu's late arrival. Fabersen received an invitation from the Shanghai Municipal Government at noon, inviting him to attend a ball in the evening. Upon receiving news of Fabersen's return, the first reaction of the officials of the Shanghai Municipal Government was to curry favor with him.

  "How late you are, I was supposed to accompany Consul Mr. tonight to attend the ball organized by the Mayor of Shanghai himself, but because of you, I couldn't make it and had to wait for your return here."

  In response to Anthony's complaint, Wang Ya-zu also felt helpless and hungry. He walked over to Anthony's side, picked up a piece of bread and put it in his mouth, and only replied after finishing eating: "I have no way either, the Japanese female spy at the silk store was too beautiful, your soldiers delayed for too long. Forget it, those are not important, what's important is that even if you go to that dance party now, those people won't take you seriously, because the real consul has returned, and you're just a counselor."

  "Hmph, how would I not know this? Otherwise, why would I be sitting here waiting for you to return. My dear friend, don't tell me that you've been busy all afternoon just catching the people who should be caught and killing those who should be killed." Anthony was clearly not in a good mood at this time, as people are always so greedy, having received the gift and completed the transaction, but Anthony still felt unsatisfied.

  "This is the list of Japanese spies, and here's another list of people they've bought off, including three consulate staff members and some Frenchmen. The translator you arranged for me today is also on their payroll. I made a copy of the list, but since you can't read Japanese, I translated it into French. I'll keep the original with me for now. Alright, that's all for now. Be careful these days, the Japanese won't let this slide without revenge. They won't touch Mr. Fabersen, and they don't know about me, but you're their main target."

  Wang Yaowu knows a little Japanese, can recognize characters but not good at speaking, everything is for work needs. Many important officials in the KMT have studied in Japan, and the influence of Japanese people in Shanghai is also great. Wang Yaowu has been learning whenever he has time, preparing for unexpected situations. Now it just happens to be useful.

  "Thank you. This is a great achievement, I'll have someone drive you back." Having taken over the list written by Wang Ya Zu himself, Anthony's mood improved a lot, this was indeed a great achievement.

  "No need, that's more dangerous. I can just take a rickshaw home. You'd better be careful, my friend." Wang Ya-zu really couldn't bear to ride in the Frenchman's car, it was too troublesome. Moreover, if he rode in that car too many times, it would soon attract special attention from Japanese spies, which would be even more unsafe.

  After sleeping for almost three hours in the afternoon, Wang Yaozu's first thing to do when he returned home was of course to eat. After eating his fill, he couldn't fall asleep because he had slept too much during the day. Moreover, after relaxing at home, a kind of impulse that had been suppressed within him began to lose control. For this reason, Wang Yaozu picked up the phone and did what he wanted to do - call women! According to his address book, Wang Yaozu contacted two women at once and asked them to come directly to his house. Smokeless War First Volume Empty Spirit Chapter 40 Not Bad Luck