Chapter 41: Work Quietly, Don’t Let The Gunman Know
Cao Weida smiled confidently. He naturally knew what these damn little devils wanted to do.
Don’t be fooled by their seemingly clueless appearances, but Cao Weida was certain that each of them knew exactly what was going on!
Isn’t it just being a white glove? Once is once, twice is twice, two hundred times is still two hundred times.
He would rather do it two hundred times than do it once.
At least this way, he could escape the ranks of disposable items.
At this time, he was still quite weak. Unless he wasn’t planning to stay in Beiping, he could only try to make himself more valuable.
Since they didn’t want to say it outright, he could only say it himself:
“Gentlemen officers, I understand your concerns. In the current occupied territory, the people simply can’t produce anything, but we can buy from those who have supplies.”
In the current occupied territory, most supplies were in the hands of the little devils, and another portion was in the hands of those traitorous dogs.
Want to get rich?
Sure, go after them!
Ono Shiota and the others exchanged glances, seeing the amusement in each other’s eyes.
“Cao Sang, as friends of the Empire, we would never do anything to harm friends!” Ono Shiota said righteously.
Like hell I believe you!
“Ono-kun is right. We certainly can’t harm friends, but if someone else steps forward, it has nothing to do with us.”
“Oh? Cao Sang, what do you mean?”
Cao Weida smiled slyly: “Ono-kun, the Empire’s warriors caused such a major blunder under Sang Liuji’s jurisdiction, causing such great loss to the Empire’s prestige—it’s simply unforgivable!”
“But Ono-kun is merciful. How about giving him a chance to redeem himself with merits?”
Ono Shiota instantly got it, his smile widening. “Yōshi, Cao Sang is right. People of the Great Japanese Empire always treat friends with tolerance and give opportunities to make up for mistakes.”
“However, this matter still needs Cao Sang to personally oversee it. Among Chinese people, I trust Cao Sang the most.”
Ono Shiota’s words were undoubtedly an indirect authorization.
Cao Weida’s mouth curved upward. “Thank you for your trust, Ono-kun. I will definitely handle this matter well, and no one will trace it back to us afterward.”
“However, when the time comes, storing and transferring the supplies will need strong support from you gentlemen officers.”
Fujita patted his chest in guarantee: “Yōshi, you are my friend, thus a friend of the Empire. We naturally won’t stint on helping friends.”
The atmosphere instantly became cheerful. They understood Cao Weida’s meaning. Once the matter was done, Sang Liuji could be taken offline, and naturally, no one would trace it back to them.
Matsui Koji put his arm around Cao Weida’s shoulders and laughed heartily: “Cao Sang, in the future, when there’s good business, you must call me. If Ono-kun hadn’t notified me this time, I would have missed such a great deal.”
“Yeah,” Fujita Sosuke also smiled and said: “I won’t boast about anything else, but on this patch of land in Beiping, if you need manpower, I provide it; if you need passes, I provide passes!”
“Leave the news to me! I won’t guarantee anything else, but my intel is very reliable!”
Cao Weida couldn’t jump ship midway, and neither could Duobian Yi!
If he dared to jump ship midway, he had no doubt that Ono Shiota and the others could tear him apart alive!
Even his family might suffer as a result!
So, since they had all decided to do it, Duobian Yi, with no choice, could only board the ship again.
Moreover, after experiencing the allure of money, he had indeed become somewhat addicted to that feeling.
It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but hard to go from extravagance to frugality!
He worked in the anti-smuggling team, where there was a severe lack of kickbacks. Even if he caught rich people, before he could extort them, a phone call from above would come down.
Catching poor people was even more pointless—little money, and he’d end up with leverage against him, not worth it at all.
“Gentlemen officers, rest assured, I definitely won’t forget you when there’s good business.” Seeing the matter basically settled, the smile on Cao Weida’s face visibly widened.
He knew that even if this matter succeeded, his cut wouldn’t be much.
But it didn’t matter; he hadn’t expected to make much money from this anyway.
He was already pondering in his mind how to deal with these damn traitors to make them hurt even more.
With the matter settled, next came the eating, drinking, and entertainment segment.
Among them, hostesses were naturally indispensable. After drinking until their faces were flushed, they eagerly dragged women off to rooms.
Cao Weida naturally wouldn’t miss the chance to strive for national glory. He vigorously worked up a sweat. After the woman was exhausted and fell asleep, he heavily pressed twice on the Fengchi acupoint at the back of her head.
Confirming the woman was in deep sleep, Cao Weida took out night-walking clothes from his space and put them on, then quietly flipped out the window.
After obtaining the Dragonfly Touching Water lightness skill, this was the first time Cao Weida used it to scale walls and rooftops.
It had to be said, lightness skill was lightness skill—scaling walls and rooftops was truly like walking on flat ground.
Before obtaining the skill, although his physical fitness was decent and he could scale walls over two meters high with explosive power, it made quite a bit of noise.
But with lightness skill, he didn’t need much strength—just two light taps on the wall, and he flipped up silently.
On uneven high walls and rooftops full of obstacles, running was effortless.
That feeling of soaring high was truly addictive.
Of course, he didn’t indulge for long; he wasn’t here to test lightness skill tonight.
The night streets were eerily quiet. Since the early Republic era, the nightly watchman’s calls had long disappeared by this time.
Not far away, a team of little devil patrolmen carrying Type 38 rifles walked past the alley entrance.
One of the little devils said something in Japanese, and the patrol team stopped.
Then, one little devil left the team with him. The two slung their Type 38 rifles over their shoulders, walking toward the alley entrance while unfastening their belts.
At the eaves they couldn’t see, Cao Weida, with only his eyes showing, saw this and his eyes lit up.
“Heh heh, urinating anywhere—you can tell they’re no good. Just you two!”
As the two little devils unfastened their belts and blissfully relieved themselves against the wall base, Cao Weida had already silently approached their backs.
Crack~ Crack~
Two crisp sounds in succession, and two streams of urine suddenly shot upward instead of straight.
Fortunately, Cao Weida dodged quickly, or he might have been warmed up.
No extra venting; he immediately delivered two palm strikes to the backs of their heads. The little devils, who had just been struggling, rolled their eyes and went still.
Holding back disgust, he tossed the two little devil corpses into his space and immediately hid somewhere.
Then, he opened the panel and looked on with great excitement.
【System: Slacking System.】
【Host: Cao Weida.】
【Slacking Points: 81.】
【.】
Seeing the number of Slacking Points, Cao Weida was wild with joy.
In the morning, Slacking Points were 63. A day had passed, naturally gaining 8 Slacking Points from natural growth. Now at 81 Xianyu points, this was enough to verify his guess!
Sure enough, it increased because of killing little devils!
He had suspected as much.
This crappy system had no intelligence and seemed somewhat retarded.
In this era, police work hours weren’t eight hours a day, but twelve!
Actually, not just police—basically anyone working had no eight-hour days.
But this crappy system used later generations’ legal work hours as standard, only recognizing eight hours a day, 22 days a month for work attendance.
His current identity was police officer. By occupational attributes, arrest and solving cases were what he should do.
Him doing assassinations was truly contrary to a police officer’s duties.
No doubt this retarded system considered this behavior the model of slacking.
As for why killing one little devil and two Chinese collaborators at the start didn’t give Slacking Points, he figured it was because they wanted to kill him then, so it was self-defense?
Whatever the reason, at least it proved one thing: killing little devils really gave Slacking Points!
His eyes began to gleam as he greedily eyed the remaining eleven little devils waiting under the streetlamp.
One little devil gave five Slacking Points. If he took out the rest, wouldn’t that be another fifty-five Slacking Points?
He glanced at the Stg44 assault rifle in his backpack, itching to pull it out and spray them.
Unfortunately, just wishful thinking. After that incident, the little devils were on high alert now, with plenty of night patrols.
Not just little devils—there were also patrolmen and Chinese collaborators. If he fired a gun, the noise would be huge. Even with his current agile skills, he wasn’t arrogant enough to act recklessly.
Everything should prioritize safety—do it stealthily, no shooting.
He was like a hunter ready to strike his prey at any moment, quietly watching the little devils close by.
Under the dim streetlamp, the little devil sergeant waited five minutes without his companions returning, immediately cursing angrily.
Then, pointing at one little devil nearby: “You, go call them back! Baka yarou, daring to slack off at a time like this! After patrol ends, I will punish them severely!”
“Hai!”
The pointed little devil obediently complied, slinging his Type 38 rifle over his shoulder and trotting into the hutong where the little devils had urinated.
And his action sealed his fate.
Seeing another little devil come in alone, Cao Weida was delighted, thinking it was worth the wait.
The little devil entered the hutong, shouting the two men’s names in Japanese.
Cao Weida couldn’t understand the gibberish and was too lazy to. He leaped down directly behind the little devil.
On the quiet night, though Cao Weida’s movements were swift, without internal strength, he couldn’t land soundlessly. Jumping from the high wall inevitably made some slight noise.
The little devil was alert. Startled, he reflexively shouted, his hand already grasping the rifle stock.
Unfortunately, his actions weren’t as fast as Cao Weida’s.
Before he could shout out, Cao Weida gripped his windpipe and squeezed hard!
Crunch~~
A crisp sound like brittle bone snapping rang out. The little devil’s eyes filled with disbelief. Before he could react, a heavy force struck his head.
Crack~~
