Chapter 618 Taking Advantage of the Situation

Wang Yan understood that the Japanese searched his home to find useful intelligence, and even squatted next door to eavesdrop nearby to collect intelligence from his home life, who he called, who he met, what he said, etc. There must be some connections among the intricate connections. Even if Wang Yan didn't say it, the Japanese spies could analyze useful information from it.

Of course, it's not that the Japanese spies paid much attention to Wang Yan. It's just that the Japanese spies have more manpower and they have many other channels to obtain intelligence. It's just because of the possible gains that they sent people to control it.

In addition, it's also because Wang Yan openly did business with both parties for so many years, and it's hard to tell the truth from the false. They need to further confirm which side Wang Yan belongs to. After all, they have been in contact for so many years. If you really say there is no connection, no one will believe it. It mainly depends on the extent of the connection.

The next day, Wang Yan got up normally, did two sets of boxing in the yard to exercise his body, washed up, still wearing his police uniform and coat, drove out to find a restaurant to eat a lavish breakfast, and went to the police station to work.

Now the work of the first team has been taken over by He Shaohong, who is only waiting to be promoted to the position of detective chief, so when he came, his subordinates had already dispersed. He went to his office, poured a cup of hot water to make tea, and then dialed the dial a few times to make a call, said a few words and hung up the phone, then read the newspaper for more than an hour before leaving the police station and driving to the North Station.

It is called the North Station, but it has actually been renamed Shanghai Station. It was changed by the Japanese, but people are used to calling it, so it is still called the North Station. After the Japanese occupied Shanghai, they closed other stations and only left this one. All trains finally arrived here. It is for the convenience of management and the convenience of checking the pedestrians and goods coming and going.

The station is a turnover place for people and goods, so it is naturally a good place to build a warehouse. Especially since there is only one station, and the goods from the dock are also transported here by rail from Wusongkou, warehouses are built in clusters.

Wang Yan's warehouse is also here. Naturally, it was built by himself in the early years. It occupies a large area and is close to Suzhou River. It is only more than 500 meters away from the famous Sihang Warehouse. It was preserved after the previous war, not because of anything else, but because the Japanese did not want to have conflicts with the French.

The goods brought by the French from foreign countries were unloaded from the ship at Wusongkou, loaded from there and sent to the North Station. Here, they were counted and buyers were found. Some were handed over to others in Shanghai, and the buyers came to pick up the goods by themselves. Some were distributed to various stations along the way by rail. This is a huge sales network.

When Wang Yan drove to the warehouse, it was a busy scene, with men in coarse cloth and shorts working everywhere. This is because the Japanese had detained several batches of goods from overseas before, and this time they were released together, and the backlog was severe, resulting in a temporary turnover. Although it is usually busy, it is not to this extent.

Wang Yan opened the door and got out of the car. He had just lit a cigarette and took a few puffs when a well-dressed young man ran over and said, "Brother."

This man is Shi Changxing, a loyal subordinate of Wang Yan. He called him last night. Here he works with the company's regular manager, mainly responsible for managing the workers and protecting the warehouse.

"How is it, medicines and other things, have the Japanese let them go?"

Shi Changxing pointed to a row of trucks and said, "Those are the ones. They arrived yesterday and we haven't had time to unload them yet. Damn, the Japanese are such a jerk. They always cause trouble for us."

"Be content. It's good enough to get them back. Do you know that in order to let them let me go, I have to cooperate with the Japanese now?" Without him asking, Wang Yan took the initiative to explain and told him what happened in the past two days. "

"Brother, the Japanese are not good people. We can't really work for them, right?"

"Maybe, maybe not. It all depends on whether the foreign devils from the United States, Britain and France can hold on. If they can, they can just deal with the little devils and play with fools. But if the foreign devils can't, then we have to mess with the little devils. If we work for them, they can take our lives at any time. We can't do anything if we don't want to. The situation is different now. Think before you speak in the future. Don't go around saying that the Japanese are not good people.

Do you know how many spies there are in Shanghai now? How many are Japanese spies? Do you know whether you have any under your command? It doesn't matter what you do, whether you are with the Kuomintang or the Red Party, it doesn't matter, I don't care about you. But you can't show your dislike for the Japanese, understand? Many times you represent me. If others hear what you say, will they think that I taught you? If you want to die, I won't stop you, but don't implicate me, understand? "

"I just said it casually. It's really the Japanese who are too bad. They delayed us for so long. Brother, don't worry, I will definitely keep my mouth shut in the future and never say anything about the Japanese. "

Glancing at him, Wang Yan did not continue the topic and asked, "Hurry up and do what I told you to do last night. You need to save face and feel at ease."

"Yes, brother, I will do it right away?"

"You ask me?"

Shi Changxing slapped him in the face, waved his hand, turned around and ran away. He was too difficult to please.

Wang Yan found the manager, inquired about the transaction, and explained some precautions. It was already noon. He drove to have lunch, and then returned to the police station to drink tea, read the newspaper and rest.

At about two o'clock in the afternoon, there was a knock on the door, waking up Wang Yan from his nap. He yawned and said, "Come in."

After that, one of his Chinese police officers came in with a boy of fifteen or sixteen. The Chinese police officer said, "Captain, this boy is outside shouting that he has important information to report to you, and that it concerns your safety. I dare not stop him, so I can only bring him to see you."

Wang Yan rubbed his eyes, and became more alert. He picked up the cup to drink some water, but found that the water in it was cold. He drank a sip to quench his thirst and pushed the cup: "Pour me some hot water."

The little patrolman responded, took the cup to the side, and poured water with the thermos.

"Tell me, boy, what else can concern my safety? Let me tell you first, if you can't explain it, and you are tired of living and deliberately come to make fun of me, then you still have time to leave now."

This is a boy wearing ill-fitting rags, but he looks clean overall. Hearing Wang Yan's question, he shook his head repeatedly: "Who in Shanghai doesn't know that you are about to be promoted to inspector? Even if I have eight courages, I dare not tease you. I really have something to tell you." "Speak! Don't hesitate." Wang Yan took a sip of the hot water and looked at the boy in front of him. "Today I came from Julaida Road. When I passed by your house, I saw someone sneaking in and out of the foreign building next to your house. I remember very clearly that no one lived in that house before. I heard that the owner went abroad. If it was the owner, he didn't have to act like a thief. I think these people may not be good people. They are either stealing things or want to harm you, so they ran to you to report the news." Wang Yan frowned, held a cigarette in his mouth, and let the little patrolman light it: "Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?" "Yes, I looked carefully He repeated the house number several times. People would not be mistaken. There were two of them, both wearing black clothes. They looked very serious. "

Captain Xiao Hua said, "Captain, I think what this guy said is true. To be on the safe side, let's call the brothers back to have a look. It's better to be safe than sorry."

"Nonsense, is that our jurisdiction? Gathering the brothers over there, are we going to catch thieves or to challenge the brothers of other police stations? You believe everything you hear and speak without thinking. Get out of the way."

Glazing at his men, Wang Yan held He grabbed the phone and started dialing. After a while, the call was connected: "Hello, Lao Liu, this is Wang Yan. Someone just told me that my house next door was robbed. Yes, the owner of the house went abroad and has been vacant for several years. They said that they were all wearing black clothes, and they looked unsophisticated. They might be spies. Brothers' lives and property depend on you. Hurry up, gather the brothers to surround the house, and don't let anyone escape. I will take people there right away."

Hang up the phone, Wang Yan put on his hat, put on his coat, took out his wallet, and took out a five-dollar bill. Ten dollars: "It's yours."

"I don't want money, I want to work with you."

"Then take this money, go take a shower, get a haircut, buy a decent set of new clothes, and come find me here tomorrow." After saying that, Wang Yan turned and left, and told the little Hua policeman: "Go, find ten brothers, drive the police car over. Damn, I want to see which bastard dares to have ideas about me."

With the whistle of the little Hua policeman, a group of people came back in a short while, fully armed, got on the car urgently, and set off behind Wang Yan's car.

The kid who reported the news looked at Wang Yan leaving and curled his lips. What a fake acting. He shook his head, took out the cigarette he had just taken from the desk, lit one, and left the Central Police Station in a chic manner...

At this time, Julaida Road was not quiet. The old Liu of the Xiafei Road Police Station gave Wang Yan face. As soon as he received Wang Yan's call, he took dozens of people on the car and set off. He very simply surrounded Wang Yan's home and the adjacent garden house, and also requisitioned the neighbor's house on the other side. Old Liu was not afraid of anything. After all, he was doing things for Wang Yan, and Wang Yan was backing him up, and it was also considered performance, so of course he would do whatever he wanted.

So when Wang Yan brought people to the scene, a group of people surrounded them with long guns and short guns, holding a metal cylinder to amplify the sound, asking the people inside to come out on their own initiative, but they did not attack.

Wang Yan pretended not to understand the situation and ran to the captain of Xiafei Road: "How is it, Old Liu?"

Old Liu's full name is Liu Yitong, one year older than Wang Yan. He is a good man who lives a good life. He has a wife and children. He rarely goes out to fool around on weekdays. He just likes to drink a little wine when he has nothing to do. He is quite capable. When others are fighting, he watches. When others are watching, he steals the credit. When others steal the credit, he fights. However, the inspector above him is less than 40 years old. Unless he dies, he cannot take over. He is probably thinking about how to kill the inspector. They are all traitors.

"Don't worry, brother. Everything is under control. Where can a small thief run to?" Liu Yitong patted his chest loudly, as if he was really awesome.

Wang Yan nodded: "Thank you, Lao Liu. I will catch the man first. I will treat the brothers to dinner later."

"Hey, why are you talking about that? They are all brothers. Go and catch the man quickly. This place is full of rich people and foreigners. We make too much noise and have a bad impact. We will be scolded later. I will help you here and ensure that no one escapes."

Wang Yan patted Lao Liu's shoulder with emotion, took out a pistol from his pocket, loaded it with a click, and turned to tell his men: "Five at the back and five at the front. If there is resistance, just kill them directly. Action."

The combat effectiveness of the patrol officers varies from time to time. If they are in the concession, and there is a gunfight between the Japanese special agents and the Military Control Commission or the Red Party, or if there are other big bandits and strongmen, then they are basically useless and can only hide in the distance to watch the fun, and then go up to collect the bodies after the work is done.

But if they are doing things for the leaders like this, and they know that Wang Yan will not treat them unfairly, then their combat effectiveness is still sufficient. Because there is an assessment before joining the patrol room, and after joining, they also have to go through a period of police training before being assigned to work.

So after a burst of gun unloading and loading, the ten people were divided into two teams, and Wang Yan followed behind.

When it was estimated that the people who were behind were already in place, a tall and strong man went up and kicked the door open, and the people behind also broke the window and rushed in.

Things often develop dramatically. Just when the attack was about to start, a voice suddenly came from the western-style building: "Inspector Wang, this is a misunderstanding. We are all on the same side."

"Then you should lay down your weapons and surrender, and then we will see if it is a misunderstanding."

Wang Yan waved his hand, but the attack did not stop. His Chinese detectives were still carefully searching the room and advancing little by little.

At this time, with the sound of footsteps, two people in black clothes, with unlucky faces, raised their hands and walked down the stairs carefully facing the muzzle of the gun.

When the two of them stood in the living room on the first floor, Wang Yan's men didn't say a word, went up and kicked them to kneel down, and then tied them up with hemp ropes, and began to search the house at the same time to see if there were any explosives left.

A Japanese special agent who was strangled and grinned looked at Wang Yan flatteringly and said: "Inspector Wang, we were all sent by Mr. Meng Chunping."

He felt quite wronged. The monitoring was fine, nothing happened, and he was quite leisurely. Who would have thought that suddenly dozens of people came and surrounded the two of them, and they didn't even know how they were exposed.

But the two of them were also very straightforward, because the team leader told them when they came that they would surrender if they were discovered. At most, they would suffer some physical pain, but it was no big deal...

Meng Chunping is the Chinese name of Ichiro Muramoto. They couldn't say in public that they were spies from the Shanghai Special High Section, so they had to take this shortcut.

Wang Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at them: "Whether it's Mengchun or calling for spring, today's matter won't be so easy to get over."

At this time, hurried footsteps came from upstairs: "Captain, they are monitoring you."

Wang Yan looked at the equipment in the hands of the younger brother who showed his head at the stairs, and slapped the Japanese spy who was talking in the face with a big mouth. He saw two teeth flying in the air and rolling twice on the ground.

He was still not satisfied, and kicked another Japanese spy who didn't speak to the side, and his life and death were unknown.

"Send them back to the police station and treat them to a meal first. Leave five brothers to search my house carefully and find those listening devices for me."

Wang Yan walked out with a gloomy face and bowed to Liu Yitong, who had heard the situation inside and was gloating: "Thank you, Lao Liu. You can choose any place to play with these brothers tonight, and it's my account. I will treat you Lao Liu to a drink alone another day."

"Then it would be disrespectful for me to refuse. Be careful." Lao Liu came up and said: "If you get involved with the Japanese, it will be a lot of trouble. If you need help, please feel free to speak."

Wang Yan patted Lao Liu on the shoulder and watched Lao Liu pack up and leave. He swept the crowd with a gloomy face, snorted, and went into his own garden house...

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