Chapter 130: Japanese Navy, Make Friends?
After several thugs tied each other’s hands, Cao Weida finally lowered his gun muzzle, walked over, and smacked each one on the head,
Smack~~
“Bullying men and dominating women, huh!”
Smack~
“Want to fight one-on-one, huh!”
Smack~
“If you’ve got the skills, let’s fight one-on-one right now!”
Smack~~
“Still daring to mess with this old man!”
Cao Weida smacked them one slap after another, smacking with such exhilaration, while the thugs who got their heads smacked felt utterly humiliated inside.
The task they received was to get Cao Weida to play out a hero saves the beauty scenario, but this guy didn’t follow the usual script!
Which patrolman deals with a few thugs by pulling out a gun right away?
The key was he was extremely cautious, directly making them tie each other up.
The woman huddled in the corner had her mouth twitching nonstop; she now had no idea what to do next—this didn’t match the process she’d learned before at all.
Fortunately, Cao Weida knew his limits and guessed the other party had a special identity, so he didn’t hit their faces, leaving face for both sides and preventing these “thugs” from turning hostile.
“If you dare bully people again next time, watch out or this old man will break your legs! Get lost!”
Having had his fill, Cao Weida drove this group away. “Girl, you’re safe now. Don’t run to such a remote alley alone next time—hurry back home.”
“Wait!” Tears still hung on the woman’s face, and her plain clothes’ collar—whether intentionally or not—was torn open somewhat, revealing a stretch of snow-white skin:
“Benefactor, for your life-saving grace, this little woman has nothing with which to repay you.”
So, you want to offer yourself?
Cao Weida playfully looked her up and down. He had to admit, in terms of looks or figure, this woman was indeed quite nice.
“No need for thanks—I’m from the police station. Naturally I can’t stand by when I encounter something like this. I have business, so I’ll head out first.”
“Wait…”
Wait my ass, Cao Weida directly hopped onto the rickshaw and urged, “Master, let’s go.”
What a joke—I already know you have special motives. I’d have to be an idiot to listen to you.
The rickshaw master was obedient too; he pulled Cao Weida along and sped off like smoke, leaving behind the woman with her hand raised and a dumbfounded look on her face.
Only until the rickshaw vanished around the corner did she snap back to reality. She touched her face, then sized up her own figure, and muttered to herself unconfidently:
“Could it be… my charm has dropped this much all of a sudden?”
At this moment, a person walked out from around the corner, frowning as he said, “No success?”
The woman looked aggrieved. “Station Chief, you saw it too—he didn’t even give me a chance to speak.”
The several thugs who’d just been beaten walked up with humiliated expressions. “This kid must have seen we had other intentions; he definitely hit us on purpose!”
The man called Station Chief was around forty, yet his hair was already somewhat gray-white. He glared at them irritably. “You’re all useless! It’s not because your acting was too poor!”
“I told you to act like little thugs and you were full of flaws. We’re infiltrating occupied territory—showing even a little flaw could cost lives! You succeed at nothing but ruining things!”
The several thugs hung their heads and didn’t dare retort; they felt very wronged inside. Of course we can act like thugs, but you have so many demands—we can’t even act realistically if we tried.
“Forget it. Since it’s like this, then find an opportunity to meet him face-to-face and get acquainted.” The Station Chief pondered, then said with deep eyes, “Little Fish stays; the rest withdraw from Beiping and return to Tianjin. Until I return, everyone stays silent.”
On the other side, Cao Weida, leaving the alley, hurried nonstop to Yan Dai Xie Jie, but his mind kept pondering just who those people from earlier really were.
Definitely not the Communist Party—never mind that they already had someone connecting with him, the Communist Party wouldn’t do something like eagerly sending a woman over.
Little devils?
Not too likely—they had more direct methods.
Then, the Kuomintang?
After paying the rickshaw driver and dismissing him, Cao Weida entered the courtyard house lost in thought, but as soon as he went in, his expression suddenly tightened. Just as he was about to back out, someone called to him:
“Cao Sang, with a guest arrived, shouldn’t you show some hospitality?” The accent with a little devil’s flavor let Cao Weida immediately judge that the other was a little devil!
Two men holding box guns blocked the doorway and reached out to close the door, further confirming his guess.
Cao Weida stiffened, looking at the person sitting on a stool in the courtyard, forcing a smile as he said, “This… Taijun, you are…”
“Cao Sang, no need to be nervous. I came here with sincerity to make friends with you.” The person sitting on the stool chuckled and stood up. “Cao Sang, won’t you sit down and have a cup with this guest?”
Cao Weida’s heart jolted, but he walked up with a fawning smile on his face. “So it’s to make friends? You should have said so earlier, this Taijun, how should I address you?”
As he spoke, his hand reached into his pocket.
“Don’t move!!”
The face of the one nearby holding the box gun changed, and he immediately chambered a round with a warning.
Cao Weida froze instantly, saying with a fearful look, “This Taijun, I just wanted to pull out a cigarette for you—no need for such a big show, right?”
That little devil laughed ha-ha and waved his hand signaling them to put their guns away. “Cao Sang, please don’t mind—they’re just too sensitive.”
As he spoke, he pulled a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out, and handed it over. “Here, smoke mine.”
Seeing the cigarettes the other pulled out, Cao Weida’s eyelid twitched. “Xuguang?!”
This Xuguang brand cigarette, perhaps many people don’t know it, or even haven’t seen it on the market.
That’s because this cigarette is produced by the Japanese Army in Qingdao and mainly supplied to the Japanese Navy—a very high-end cigarette that ordinary army soldiers can hardly get.
For the other to pull out this cigarette, doesn’t that mean the other is…
“Looks like Cao Sang knows this cigarette.” The little devil smiled and lit up, took a drag, then contentedly exhaled a smoke ring.
“Allow me to introduce myself: Meize Heiba, Battalion Commander of the Third Battalion, Infantry Brigade, Garrison Force, Imperial Japanese Navy Marine Corps.”
“So it’s Officer Meize, pleased to meet you, pleased to meet you. This lowly officer Cao Weida, Captain of the Patrol Team, Outer Fifth District Police Station, at your service, Officer Meize!” Cao Weida saluted respectfully, then looked at him cautiously.
“I don’t know why Officer Meize visited so suddenly; please forgive the poor hospitality. And that concubine of mine—what was she thinking letting you drink plain boiled water when Officer Meize personally called? No hospitality at all.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll go teach her a lesson right now and bring her before you to apologize personally!”
“Cao Sang, no need to beat around the bush. Your wife is very safe, right inside the room.” Meize Heiba smiled faintly and lifted his chin:
“Plain boiled water is fine—I like plain boiled water, no need to prepare anything else. Cao Sang, let’s sit down and talk.”
“Yes, yes, ha-ha, thank you for Officer Meize’s magnanimity.” Hearing Du Shiniang was fine, Cao Weida breathed a sigh of relief inside, sat down stiffly across from him, and said cautiously:
“I wonder what Officer Meize wants this lowly officer to do with today’s visit?”
“Cao Sang, didn’t I say? I came today purely to make friends with you.”
Cao Weida grumbled inside: If you really wanted to make friends, this old man could swallow the cup right in front of you!
Which decent person makes friends by sneaking silently into someone’s home and restricting the family head’s woman?
Meize Heiba glanced at him, then continued, “Just like the way you make friends with Ono Shiota.”
Cao Weida’s face stiffened, showing just the right amount of panic, then quickly hid it, saying with a forced tough look, “Officer Meize, what do you mean by that? This lowly officer is stupid and doesn’t quite understand your meaning.”
“Looks like I was too vague.” Meize Heiba smiled indifferently, looking deeply at him as he said:
“Then I’ll be more specific: like how Ono Shiota gave you intelligence, then you contacted people to rob our Great Japanese Empire Navy supplies—that kind of making friends!”
Clack~~
The cup in Cao Weida’s hand slipped and smashed on the stone table, shattering, with water splashing everywhere.
His eyes showed panic and unease as he frantically patted his trousers scalded by the hot water, forcing a smile uglier than crying:
“Officer… Meize, y-you really know how to joke. The more I hear, the more confused I get.”
“What intelligence, what navy supplies—I really have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Cao Weida’s reaction was all seen by Meize Heiba; his smile deepened a bit, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes:
“Cao Sang, I came with sincerity to make friends with you, but you don’t seem willing to open your heart to me. I’m so disappointed…”
“Or do you think I don’t have solid evidence and wouldn’t come find you?”
Cao Weida stiffly cleaned up the cup shards, his gaze flickering as he didn’t dare look at the other. “Officer, I’m just a little sergeant. I really don’t know anything. If you have any doubts, you can check with Officer Ono.”
“As for anything about navy supplies and such, I really know nothing.”
His mind was firmly fixed on the automatic rifle in the space, his attention constantly on the little devils around him—especially this one across from him. If the other made any move against him, he’d immediately pull out the automatic rifle and spray them.
Fortunately, this devil didn’t seem planning to get rough with him; instead, the cold glint in his eyes faded, and he laughed ha-ha:
“Not bad, not bad. Though your courage isn’t great, you’re at least loyal.”
“Don’t worry, I didn’t come here to blame you. I know this has nothing to do with you. As a warrior of the Great Japanese Empire, I wouldn’t vent my anger on you.”
