The next day, as soon as Meng Hui'an, the director of the Peking Municipal Finance Bureau, got up from bed, a gun was pointed at his head. Then, in less than ten minutes, the old man guarding the front door and the cook cooking in the back room drove up at the door.
The driver, his wife and two concubines were all tied up and pushed into the main hall. Meng Hui'an was naked and looked at the family members in the room with tears in his eyes. He stared at the few in front of him who were wearing blue clothes and holding rifles.
The muscular man said tremblingly:
"Heroes, who are you?"
"who is it?"
Sitting in the chair where Meng Hui'an usually sat in the living room was a man wearing a top hat and sunglasses. He shook the shell gun in his hand and said sternly:
"We are martyrs of the Hebei Anti-Japanese Anti-Japanese Traitor Group. I heard that three months ago, you accepted 100,000 yuan from the Japanese and completely became a sinner of the nation and a shameless traitor! We are here today to save heaven.
Follow the law and eliminate evil for the country! After all, how do you want to die?!"
Meng Hui'an's eyelids twitched. Three months ago, Zhang Jingyao was entrusted by the Japanese to meet with him and strongly invited him to serve as the financial secretary of the North China Autonomous Government that might be established in the future. He also gave him a gift of 30,000 yuan, but this matter
He did it very secretly. He didn't even tell his wife and children. How did the man in blue know about it?
Seeing Meng Hui'an's eyes flashing, the man in sunglasses glanced at the corner of his mouth and said disdainfully:
"To tell you the truth, we were responsible for Zhang Jingyao's death at the Six Nations Hotel three months ago. We know exactly how much money he took and who he gave it to. If you want to get away with it, let me tell you.
nothing!"
"Hero, Zhang Jingyao did come to see me, but I am not a traitor! He wanted me to defect to the Japanese, but I didn't agree!" Meng Hui'an said with a sad face.
"Haha, you won't shed tears until you see the coffin, right?" The man in black walked up to Meng Hui'an with extremely arrogant steps. With a shake of his hand, the muzzle of the gun was pressed against Meng Hui'an's head, and he clicked the safety button.
, said coldly:
"I'll count to three. If you don't spit out your ill-gotten gains, I'll kill you right now!"
Plop!
Meng Hui'an immediately knelt on the ground, holding his head in his hands, his face turned pale and pale, and said sadly: "Hero, Zhang Jingyao did give me a sum of money, but I also know that it is not
It is a treasure of righteousness, so I don’t dare to touch it, and it has been kept under the bedside. If you don’t believe it, you can go and get it yourself!”
When the man in black heard this, he winked at the man next to him. The man quickly walked into Meng Hui'an's bedroom. After a while, he came out carrying a small black suitcase and replied:
"Brother, there is money under the bed, but it's less than 30,000!"
"Good man, Zhang Jingyao gave me a sum of money, but it's really only thirty thousand. If I get an extra penny, I, Meng Hui'an, will die badly!" Meng Hui'an explained quickly.
"Okay," the man in black nodded, "I see that Director Meng doesn't look like a greedy person. I'll let you go today, but you have to sign this!"
As soon as he finished speaking, another person came over, holding a piece of paper and a pen in his hand, and shouted: "Copy this piece of paper once, and when you're done, we'll let you go. If you can't write well, don't blame me."
You're welcome!"
How could Meng Hui'an dare to refuse? He took the paper and scanned it. What was written on it were words such as admitting guilt and sincere repentance. Meng Hui'an gritted his teeth, copied it again according to the above, and then handed the paper over.
The man in black took the paper and read it again, and nodded with satisfaction. Then there was a flash of the sword, and there was a bloody gash on Meng Hui'an's arm. Someone had already held his hand down, and Meng Hui'an was in pain.
He yelled, dipped it in blood, and made a fingerprint on the piece of paper.
The man in black put away the letter of repentance, nodded, and his men immediately let go of Meng Hui'an and his family. The man in black waved his hand and said with a smile on his face:
"Well, since Director Meng sincerely repented, we can forget the blame, but as we said, if you dare to work for the Japanese in the future, be careful with your head!"
"Don't dare, don't dare, the villain will never dare to help the tyrants and betray the country and the nation!" Meng Hui'an felt relieved when he saw that he had passed the test.
"Okay, let's go!"
The man in black waved his hand and walked out with the five people who came in, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Seeing the gang of thugs leaving the house, Meng Hui'an finally breathed a sigh of relief. A concubine came over and tore off a corner of her clothes. While bandaging Meng Hui'an's wound, she asked timidly: "Master, do you want to call the police?"
"Call the police!" Meng Hui'an shook his head, "What kind of anti-Japanese anti-corruption group is not the bandits from the Blue Clothes Club!"
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"Report!"
At the Peking Special Higher Education Campus, a military policeman hurriedly threw himself into Muto's office.
"What's the matter?" Muto raised his head, and there was an unfinished piece of calligraphy on the table.
"Report to Colonel, Director Zhou of the Land Planning Bureau called and said that a group of people broke into his bedroom and looted all his property!" the guard reported.
"Is there such a thing?" Muto was also stunned.
"Report!" As he spoke, another military policeman rushed into the house. "Colonel, Director Wu from the Tan Temple Management Office called and said that a group of gangsters broke into his house in broad daylight and robbed him.
Years of savings!”
"Fart! Where is the Peking Police Chief?! This kind of thing has to be reported to the special high school class. What do you want these losers to do!" Muto was furious.
"Report..." the guard whispered: "Director Wang of the police station also called just now, saying that he was also robbed!"
"Huh?" Muto's eyes widened. What kind of gangsters were they? They even dared to rob the Peking Police Chief!
"Director Wang also said that judging from the actions of those people, they seem to be people from the Blue Clothes Club." the guard added.
"Blue Clothes Club?"
Muto narrowed his eyes. The Blue Clothes Club is a peripheral organization of the Fuxing Society's Secret Service. Most people don't know the real name of the Secret Service. Because the people in the Fuxing Society's Secret Service often wear blue clothes, they are also called the Blue Clothes Club.
"The Secret Service is back?"
Muto muttered to himself that he had eliminated two consecutive heads of the Secret Service. He did not expect that Nanjing would send people to Peiping so quickly.
After thinking for a moment, Muto walked to the desk, took out a piece of paper from the drawer, and ordered: "According to the list on the paper, anyone who has not been robbed must be protected strictly!"
"Hi Yi!" Several guards agreed and walked out quickly.
At the same time that the Special High School was dispatched urgently, in a grocery store outside the gendarmerie station, Old Man Geng was also paying close attention to the gendarmerie's movements, and then kept reporting the gendarmerie's route by phone to those who were everywhere.
The plundering Geng Chaozhong.
For several days, more than a dozen municipal officials bribed by the Japanese were intimidated and retaliated by the Blue Clothes Society. Soon after, news came from Tianjin that many officials in Tianjin were also intimidated. Obviously, this time the Secret Service
The action was by no means a spur-of-the-moment move, but a carefully planned retaliation.