Crossing the spy war, my code name is God of Wealth

Chapter 888 Yes, I'm robbing you

Sanders obviously heard the other party's teasing tone and did not explain much. Instead, he urged the workers to work faster.

Seeing that the other party did not respond, Kenshiro Shinoda did not continue speaking, but instead concentrated on counting the yen.

The fragrance of this ink is more captivating than any other delicacies.

Five thousand boxes of penicillin were quickly loaded onto trucks, with each truck carrying at least three or four hundred boxes and at least one or two hundred boxes.

Including the space where the workers stood, all the trucks were packed full.

"Colonel Shinoda, the things have been moved." A warehouse manager came forward and said.

Kenshiro Shinoda generously took out a stack of Japanese yen, stuffed it into the other person's hand, and waved at him.

The other party bowed quickly and ran back to the warehouse.

Shinoda Kaneshiro extended his hand to Sanders and said, "Mr. Sanders, everything has been moved. I wish you a safe journey. We can work together again if there is a chance."

Sanders smiled and shook hands with the other party: "Colonel Shinoda, see you again if we are lucky."

After saying that, Sanders jumped onto the truck and directed the convoy to turn around and drive out.

Shinoda Kaneshiro watched the convoy leave the special material warehouse, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's fate, I'm afraid the fate between you and me ends here."

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when the convoy left Shanghai.

At this time, it was still more than an hour's journey to Wusongkou.

Sanders said to the driver, "Go faster and try to reach Wusongkou Port by ten o'clock."

"If you can arrive early, I'll give each of you an extra ten dollars."

When the driver heard that there was money to be made, he became extremely excited.

The job of a truck driver is much better than that of a coolie, but it is not a career that can make you rich.

Generally, dock workers can earn fifteen to twenty dollars. Drivers are slightly better off as it is a technical position after all. If they have work in a month, they can earn thirty dollars.

As for trucks, they were not popular in that era. Many drivers learned driving skills through connections, and even more learned it in the army.

The principle that things are valuable because they are scarce is the same in any era.

With skillful gear changes and the accelerator pressed, the speed of the car in front increased significantly.

However, the workers sitting on the truck bed suffered a lot, because the roads nowadays were not cement roads, but mostly dirt roads with stones sprinkled on them.

The driving was bumpy and uncomfortable. The workers on the truck bed could only hold on tightly to the iron frames welded on the edge and barely keep their balance. Some people couldn't stand the bumps and even leaned against the railings to vomit.

The workers complained that the driver was sick, but they had to accept their fate.

I don’t know how long we drove, but some light seemed to appear in the darkness, and the driver was not surprised.

It's summer, and it's normal to see some phosphorescent lights in the wilderness. But at this moment, bang bang bang, gunshots rang out one after another.

Sanders is a professional intelligence officer and a professional soldier who has experienced countless battles on the battlefield.

Just from the intermittent gunfire of the enemy, it can be judged that the enemy's equipment is very poor.

Moreover, because I haven't practiced for a long time, my shots are not very accurate.

Judging from this, these people should not be Japanese. They are most likely bandits or even some Red Party guerrillas active around Shanghai.

As long as they are not professional Japanese troops, they should not have much lethality.

"Don't worry about them, step on the accelerator and rush out." Sanders immediately issued the simplest instructions.

In his opinion, perhaps it was because the convoy was too large that it attracted some people's covetousness, and it should not be a premeditated robbery.

What's more, it was dark now, and the enemy's shooting skills were terrible. As long as they ran out of shooting range, they should not be able to catch up.

The driver's face turned pale. He followed Sanders' instructions, gritted his teeth, stepped on the accelerator and rushed forward.

At this moment, two huge roars were heard, and four or five cars in the middle were affected by the power of the explosives and overturned.

Countless flames lit up in front and behind, and Sanders' face darkened, he had fallen into the trap.

In the firelight, a group of soldiers wearing gray uniforms and carrying long guns pointed their guns at the convoy.

These are not bandits or guerrillas at all, they are clearly the Red Party's newly formed Fourth Army in the south. Judging from the number of people, it is at least a company.

"It's over," Sanders suddenly felt a bad feeling in his mind.

Shanghai, Zhabei District.

"President, President, something bad has happened." Kaneda Yoshi hurried into the office of the Osaka Chamber of Commerce.

"Those people on Baqi Street were arrested by the Hongkou District Police Headquarters."

"The charge is murder in the street."

Shimazu Yoshio, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them: "What's going on? Didn't you swear that the person you found was very disciplined?"

"I just asked them to grab the gold, why would they kill people?"

Jin Tianyi said with a bitter face: "I don't know how they can be so bold as to kill people."

"Perhaps they were worried that the gold secret would be leaked, so they took the initiative to kill and silence the witnesses."

"But I don't understand how they could be so stupid as to be caught in the act."

"Caught in the act?" Shimazu Yoshio frowned and asked, "Where's the gold?"

Jin Tianyi shook his head and said, "I don't know. Everyone has been arrested. Huang Jin may have been taken back to the police headquarters by Lu Jingyuan."

"President, do you think we will be in any trouble?"

Shimazu Yoshio looked up at Kaneda Yoshi and said, "Kaneda-kun, when you went to find Li Heiniu of the Black Bull Gang and Naruhai of Baqi Street, did you tell them that it was our Osaka Chamber of Commerce that wanted them to take action?"

Jin Tianyi quickly said: "No, you have instructed that we cannot give them all the secrets."

"Now they know that I'm asking them to do something for me, and after the job is done, I can give them a sum of gold."

Shimazu Yoshio seemed to be relieved. He stood up and walked to Kaneda Yoshi and said, "Since you haven't revealed your true colors, then you, Kaneda-kun, will take the blame today."

Jin Tianyi was stunned and asked in confusion: "President, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Shimazu Yoshio put his right arm around Kaneda Yoshi's neck and pressed down with his left hand to easily form a naked choke position.

In just a dozen seconds, a strange blush appeared on Jin Tianyi's face, and his breathing gradually became inaudible.

Shimazu Yoshio stood up, found a rope, and easily hung up Kaneda Yoshi's body.

After doing everything, he clasped his hands together in front of Kaneda Yoshi's body and said, "Kaneda-kun, I'm sorry."

"This matter cannot be implicated in the Osaka Chamber of Commerce, otherwise, we will be in trouble. Now, only if you take the blame can we all live in peace."

"As for your family back home, don't worry, I will make good arrangements..."

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