Chapter 348 You really don't treat money as money
Chapter 348 You really don't treat money as money
Hong Zhiyou knew very well that escaping would not solve any problem.
As long as the deal is not concluded, people like Ikeda Sugiue will keep biting like mad dogs.
That's right.
These people simply cannot see the situation clearly.
The US military is currently the real master of Onigashima.
The father and son of the Chiang family were still able to struggle in the face of Truman, and even made diplomatic condemnations and rejected some harsh conditions.
But when it comes to the Japanese, the Americans just kill them and don't care about burying them.
Killing them is just like slaughtering pigs and dogs, without even a reason.
All I can say is that Ikeda Sugami and Sakata Hisao really regard themselves as human beings.
If they wanted to jump, Hong Zhiyou wouldn't mind carrying them away.
“Then proceed according to plan.
"see you later."
Randall got into the jeep.
Turning into the alley, we boarded a large truck with many sophisticated instruments flashing inside.
"Tom, what's going on?" Randall asked.
“According to the hotel’s wiretapping and the information provided by the lobby attendant.
“Just when you and Mr. Hong were attending the dinner, Sakata Hisao’s subordinate Matsumoto Ichiro entered the hotel with several of his men.
"Their men secretly arranged their positions and lived in Mr. Hong's left and right rooms. Two of them were equipped with guns, and the rest were equipped with short blades and daggers.
“From the phone call they made reporting Sakata Hisao.
“The nearby patrol officers have been transferred away by Ikeda Sugami.
"Considering the impact, they will wait until Mr. Hong enters the room before taking action."
A sergeant with acne on his face reported.
"very good.
"Continue with the plan," Randall said.
"Yes, General," the sergeant saluted.
Randall was not considered MacArthur's confidant.
To be precise, there were many generals in the Allied Command Pacific Theater who opposed MacArthur.
Randall is a moderate.
His only allegiance is to money and the President of the United States.
This was also one of the reasons why MacArthur ended his rule over Onigashima in disgrace at Truman's order, and why he repeatedly ran into obstacles in the political arena and was far inferior to his former subordinate Eisenhower.
In addition to being in charge of Onigashima's military industry, Randall is also the CIA's Asia-Pacific chief.
To some extent, he has great real power, and his status is even not lower than that of the current second or third person.
But Randall only cares about money.
Money that is available and safe.
He would try to avoid things that have nothing to do with his interests.
Therefore, he seems not as strong as other officers.
And Hong Zhiyou is undoubtedly his "money bag".
Anyone who wants to take action against Hong Zhi will cut off his source of income. Randall doesn't mind sending these idiots to see God.
……
hotel.
Hong Zhiyou and Wan An came to the lobby escorted by several soldiers in military uniforms.
The Yamaguchi-gumi killer who was mopping the floor in the lobby raised his eyebrows coldly and glanced at him.
I saw Hong Zhi and his group going up the stairs.
Arrived at the second floor.
American soldiers guarded the corridor.
The killer pushed the sweeper and quickly went to the lounge on the first floor.
Ichiro Matsumoto threw the magazine in his hand on the sofa, and asked with a cigarette in his mouth, "Watanabe-kun, what's the situation?"
"Boss, Hong Zhiyou is back." Watanabe Akira replied.
"Are you sure?" Ichiro Matsumoto's eyes narrowed and he stood up.
"Sure!
“But he was accompanied by American soldiers.
"I wanted to go to the second floor, but the US military drove me back. However, I heard the door open, so they must have entered the room."
Watanabe Akira replied.
“Damn it, the Americans just like to meddle in other people’s business.
“But these guys are easy to deal with.
"No rush, go have a midnight snack first, and then make your move after they turn off the lights and go to sleep."
Ichiro Matsumoto said.
"I understand." Watanabe Ming said.
Ichiro Matsumoto walked aside, picked up the phone, and dialed a series of numbers:
“Hello, it’s me.
“They went back to their rooms, and with the Americans, they couldn’t randomly shoot in the lobby.
"do not worry.
“I must take his life.
“Yes, Naruto will take everything on, this is his moment to prove himself, he will cherish it.
"OK, bye."
Ichiro Matsumoto hung up the phone respectfully.
……
11pm.
Ichiro Matsumoto glanced at his watch, put out his cigarette, and called Watanabe Akira and another of his men into the room:
“It’s about time.
"Minister Ikeda has sent the police away."
"Watanabe-kun, Koizumi-kun, your moment of glory has come.
"Kill them, and you will become the big shots of the Yamaguchi-gumi!"
"Hi!" The two men bowed solemnly.
"I'm going to lure the American troops away now. Here's the spare key to the door. Go in, kill them, and run!
"Remember?"
Ichiro Matsumoto ordered.
"Yes!" The two men pulled out their guns, checked them carefully, pulled the bolt and put them on their waists.
Ichiro Matsumoto straightened his clothes and walked out quickly.
Arrived at the second floor.
"What are you doing? Get out of here." The soldier guarding the door pointed the submachine gun hanging diagonally around his neck at Ichiro Matsumoto.
“Sir.
“I’m from the hotel!
“It’s late now, the officers must be hungry, the kitchen has prepared delicious food and wine for you.
"Why don't you have a midnight snack first, sir?
"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on you.
"Don't let anyone go up to the second floor to disturb your distinguished guests."
Ichiro Matsumoto spoke with gestures in broken English.
Several American soldiers actually understood it.
After a few words, they made an OK gesture to Ichiro Matsumoto, and the group left the corridor under Ichiro Matsumoto's flattering and attentive guidance.
Ichiro Matsumoto glanced at the front desk.
Watanabe Akira and his group of five took the opportunity to quickly go up to the second floor.
Click!
Watanabe Akira quietly opened the door and rushed into the bedroom in a few quick steps.
Seeing the white quilt bulging on the bed, I guessed that there were two people sleeping soundly.
The two men fired their silent pistols at the bed, causing cotton wool to fly everywhere.
A magazine of bullets was finished.
The other three men held sharp knives and stabbed the bed several times.
When the knife easily pierced the thin quilt, the killer suddenly felt something was wrong and pulled back the quilt.
But there was no one on the bed.
Just a few pillows hidden under the quilt.
"Watanabe-kun, Hong Zhiyou is not here, we have been fooled." Koizumi-kun shouted.
"Come on!"
Watanabe Akira shouted.
A group of people just rushed to the lobby downstairs.
Dozens of American soldiers armed with live ammunition jumped out of several military vehicles and rushed towards the hotel gate.
“It’s surrounded outside.
"Go find Matsumoto."
Watanabe Akira started to walk inside.
Several American soldiers who were eating in the restaurant stood up at the same time. The leading officer bit his finger at Watanabe and made a teasing sound:
"For God's sake, lay down your weapons, will you?"
“Don’t shoot.
"Don't shoot."
Watanabe Akira threw away the gun and raised his hands obediently.
"There is another one in this building, catch them," the officer ordered again.
Soon, several American soldiers took Ichiro Matsumoto down.
"Mr. Hong, the person has been arrested."
The officer walked to the front desk and made a phone call.
Soon, Hong Zhiyou, wearing a white robe and pajamas, came downstairs with a cigar in his mouth.
"Clap!"
He clapped his hands and walked closer with a smile: "Well done, Colonel Myron."
"A glass of whiskey!"
Hong Zhiyou gestured to the waitress who was trembling with fear beside him.
The pretty waitress immediately poured our drinks.
Hong Zhiyou took it, took a sip, and snapped his fingers.
Wan An took out a thick stack of US dollar bills from his pocket, counted out ten hundred-dollar bills and handed them to Myron.
"Mr. Hong, we have our own rules. General Randall will punish us if he finds out." Mellen quickly waved his hand to refuse.
"Colonel, take it.
"If the general punishes you, just tell him it was my will, and he will agree."
Hong Zhiyou smiled.
"Okay," Myron said.
Just as he looked at the sergeant beside him apologetically, Hong Zhiyou spoke again: "Everyone who came here today has one!"
Wan'an's face trembled, and he looked at Hong Zhi to see if he dared to speak.
This is US dollars. One thousand per person, how can we distribute it all without 20,000 or 30,000?
"hair!
"Everyone who comes is a friend. I love making friends the most."
Hong Zhiyou held a cigar in his mouth, puffing out smoke and speaking proudly.
"Let me do it."
He was annoyed by Wan'an's procrastination, so he grabbed a handful of bills, counted out ten of them and stuffed them directly into the pocket of another American soldier's olive green shirt.
"Thank you!" The American soldier was overjoyed and saluted respectfully.
"Hard.
"Hard.
"..."
Soon, the guards outside and the frightened waiter Hong Zhiyou were all involved.
Thirty thousand dollars was spent just like that.
"stand at attention."
Myron shouted a slogan.
About twenty soldiers stood in a row.
"Salute to Mr. Hong." Myron turned around and stood at attention to salute.
Swish!
The American troops saluted in unison.
"Take this back to General Randall and ask him to distribute it to the brothers in charge of intelligence." Hong Zhiyou asked Wan'an to get another 10,000 US dollars and handed it to Mellen.
"Mr. Hong, you will always be a friend of America.
"Let's take the people back and report back first.
"May God bless you, good night!"
Myron saluted again, and after a brief handshake, he took Ichiro Matsumoto and others away.
"Ok.
"It's time to sleep."
Hong Zhi drank the wine in one gulp, turned around and walked upstairs.
"Hong Zhiyou, forty thousand dollars a night, this is the funding given by the director, and you just wasted it. I, I want to report it."
Back in the room, Wan'an screamed.
"what ever.
"Lao Wan, if you don't want to sleep, just keep an eye on it. I'm going to sleep first."
Hong Zhiyou put out his cigar, lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.
Wan An became angrier and angrier as he thought about it. He picked up the phone several times, but eventually put it down.
Jianfeng repeatedly reminded him not to interfere with Hong Zhiyou's handling of matters.
"Hong Zhiyou, I'm telling you, I'm doing this for the Lord..."
Wan'an wanted to say a few more words, but he heard a sudden snoring.
Hong Zhiyou actually fell asleep.
"This..." Wan'an was speechless.
What a heartless guy!
……
The next day.
Hong Zhiyou and Wan'an came to the military camp.
Xie Ruolin was already waiting.
"I heard that there was a stabbing attempt in the hotel last night? No...are you okay?" Xie Ruolin looked him up and down.
"fine.
"When will the Yamaguchi-gumi leader Kazuo Tanaka arrive?" Hong Zhiyou handed him a cigarette and led him to the interrogation room.
“I’ve already made an appointment with him.
"This guy has killed someone before, and he is very cautious and has not given in yet. I'm not sure if he can come." Xie Ruolin said.
"Is there anyone in this world that you, Old Xie, can't deal with?" Hong Zhiyou raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.
“Don’t mention it.
"These guys are ruthless. I... I'm afraid of dying in their hands." Xie Ruolin said.
"Not urgent.
"Come and translate for me first."
As they were talking, the two men walked into the interrogation room under the guidance of the soldiers.
Inside, Ichiro Matsumoto and several others were covered in blood, tied to the sink, with oil paper covering their faces. The person in charge of the interrogation turned on the faucet and was carrying out water torture.
“Mr. Hong, the general has gone to the commander’s residence for a meeting.
"I'm in charge here, just give me your orders."
Colonel Mellen came over with his hands behind his back.
"Colonel, please bring this person out." Hong Zhiyou pointed at Ichiro Matsumoto.
"No problem." Myron waved his hand.
Someone immediately grabbed Ichiro Matsumoto.
Whoosh!
Matsumoto Ichiro, who was nearly suffocated, took a deep breath with a pale face. The interrogator beside him slapped him on the back of the head: "GO, GO."
Arrived at the room.
Hong Zhiyou snapped his fingers.
"What?" Wan An acted confused.
Hong Zhiyou frowned, thinking that he didn't understand the meaning.
Wan An took out a stack of US dollars and put it on the table with a painful look.
On the other side was a sharp samurai sword.
"I know that it was Sakata Hisao who asked you to assassinate me.
“I don’t like bullshit.
"Either you perform a cesarean section right now.
"Either you take the money and listen to me obediently."
Hong Zhiyou said.
Xie Ruolin, who was sitting nearby, translated stutteringly.
"You're dreaming. I will never betray Bushido..."
Before Matsumoto Ichiro could finish his words, Hong Zhiyou suddenly stood up, grabbed the Bushido and swung it.
Swish!
Ichiro Matsumoto's ear fell to the ground and blood splattered out.
Ah!
He covered his wound, stamped his feet and screamed.
"Fuck the Bushido!
"Choose again!"
Hong Zhiyou threw the bloody samurai sword heavily on the table, pointed at Matsumoto Ichiro, and became angry.
Xie Ruolin pointed at Ichiro Matsumoto and translated word for word.
"I, I am willing to cooperate with you, sir." Ichiro Matsumoto shouted with blood all over his face.
"He said he was willing to cooperate." Xie Ruolin said.
"very good.
“Let him write down clearly what happened last night, the planners, the implementation process, and the participants.
"I'm done. Please sign and put your fingerprints on it."
Hong Zhi has instructions.
Soon, Ichiro Matsumoto took a pen to confess, signed his name and put his fingerprints on it.
Xie Ruolin checked it and made sure there was no problem.
"Myron, lock him up first, and then ask Kazuo Tanoka to redeem him." Hong Zhiyou picked up the stack of three thousand US dollars and threw it into Ichiro Matsumoto's arms, then stood up and walked out of the interrogation room.
"Mr. Hong, we have the evidence in hand. Do you want me to ask General Randall to issue an arrest warrant for Sakata Hisao?" Mellen asked as he followed Hong Zhiyou.
"Need not.
"Sakata Hisao is an important figure in the Yamaguchi-gumi and a member of a large local family with deep roots.
"Once we alert the enemy, it will be difficult to catch him.
"I can handle this myself."
Hong Zhi has the Tao.
"Okay, just tell me if you need anything. This is my office phone number." Myron took out a note from his pocket and handed it over respectfully.
He must be respectful.
It is not easy to find such a God of Wealth. After the news of last night spread, coupled with Hong Zhiyou's previous reputation, many officers and soldiers now want to do things for Hong Zhiyou.
However, Hong Zhi only dealt with generals.
If Myron didn't have this kind of relationship, he wouldn't dare to establish a relationship with him.
In front of Myron, Hong Zhiyou took a few glances at the note and tore it off. He pointed to his head and repeated the number: "Myron, my friend, I'll contact you later."
"Thank you, see you later." Myron said happily.
Arrived at the hotel.
"Wan'an, prepare another 50,000 US dollars. I'm going to meet with Team Leader Kazuo Tiangang."
"No, you, you want money again?
"The director only gave us a total of $100,000 in funds for the operation, and you spent almost all of it on those idiots in the Yamaguchi-gumi before you even discussed anything with MacArthur.
"You really don't treat money as money, do you?"
Wan'an looked at Brother Saqian and couldn't hold back his urge to complain.
"Haha, even Chief Sergeant Wan can't stand you anymore." Xie Ruolin said with a smile, holding a briefcase.
"Old Wan, just do as you are told.
"I promise, your wallet will be fatter in no time."
Hong Zhiyou patted his shoulder with a smile.
"Row.
"You are the person in charge this time, you have the final say."
Wan'an couldn't do anything to him and could only withdraw the money obediently.
"Old Xie, call Tian Gang Kazuo and tell him that I want to visit him in person." Hong Zhiyou ordered.
He saw that Kazuo Tanabe had two things on his mind, one of which was to get rid of Hisao Sakata.
Secondly, the Yamaguchi-gumi used to control the port subcontracting services. In the long run, as long as this deal is concluded, this group of people will be indispensable for the transportation of food to Onigashima.
Currently, the Yamaguchi-gumi’s port operations have been banned by the US military’s Bureau of Economic Sciences.
However, two years later, as soon as MacArthur left, this group took over the port again.
Hong Zhi has no intention of expanding its business here, but when it comes to grain, whether it is transporting it to the Gulf Islands or the mainland, it requires manpower.
Dealing with the Yamaguchi-gumi is much easier than dealing with the cabinet.
"Okay, I'll contact him now."
Xie Ruolin put away his smile, walked aside and made a phone call.
Kazuo Tagore is no small figure.
The Yamaguchi-gumi he leads is the largest underground force in Onigashima and is a household name in Tokyo.
These guys have too many rules and are very ruthless.
Anyway, I can't handle it or reach an agreement, so it depends on Hong Zhiyou.
……
(End of this chapter)