Espionage: You're tasked with spying, but you'll blow up the Special Higher Police?

When Wei Zhe shouted that, his policemen quickly dropped their cigarettes, unloaded their rifles from their backs, and tensed up instantly.

"Hey Wei, where did this guy come from? Don't scare us, we haven't heard any gunfire from the other side of the encirclement."

Wei Zhe frowned, signaling his men to be quiet. He pulled out his pistol and quietly walked towards the alleyway where the figure was moving. As he approached the corner, he cleverly crouched down and suddenly turned around.

But the next moment, the police officers following behind saw that as soon as Wei Zhe turned the corner, a wooden stick fell from above and hit him on the head. Immediately afterwards, Wei Zhe's body was pulled away by a huge force.

"Wei Tou!"

A policeman exclaimed in surprise and was about to rush over to help with his rifle when he was pulled back by an older policeman next to him.

"What are you trying to do? The situation is unclear. Don't be impulsive. Do you want to go and die? Quickly go and notify the people from Unit 76 and the Special Higher Police. Tell them there are rebels here!"

An experienced policeman is an experienced policeman; when faced with suspicious or unclear situations, he will never bite the bullet and take matters into his own hands.

The police scattered and ran back to look for him. Their beloved Wei Tou, however, had been knocked unconscious with a blow to the head, a trench coat had been put on him, a top hat had been put on him, and he was swaggered away down the street in a rickshaw.

Zhou Hongyi intended to use this opportunity to kidnap Wei Zhe alone and pin the blame for his murder on the Military Intelligence Bureau or the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics. After all, there was no fingerprint or DNA comparison in this era, so no one would suspect that he was the one who did it.

In the South Shanghai dock area, Zhou Hongyi and A Gui stood in front of Wei Zhe, whose hands and feet were tied and his mouth was gagged, and he was still unconscious.

"Ah Gui, the person is right here. Do you want to do it yourself, or do you want me to help you?"

Zhou Hongyi drew a knife, held the blade, and handed it over by the hilt.

Ah Gui reached out and caught it, his eyes fixed on Wei Zhe. He took two steps forward and said, "Thank you, brother, but I feel that this beast is not just my enemy. His crimes should be punished by all the people who lost their loved ones in the Qingdong massacre, so... I will not take his life."

As he spoke, Ah Gui gritted his teeth, grabbed Wei Zhe's shoulder with one hand, and with the other hand, he gripped the short knife and plunged it into the man's abdomen with a "thud".

"Ugh...!"

Wei Zhe, who was still unconscious, was awakened by the sharp pain in his abdomen. He opened his eyes, which were full of terror. He twisted and struggled as if he wanted to beg for mercy. A moment later, a foul-smelling liquid flowed out of his crotch.

"Damn it, you coward!"

Ah Gui's knife didn't hit his vital spot. After the blade entered Wei Zhe's body, he stirred it a couple of times before pulling it out.

Fresh blood kept flowing out of the wound, and Ah Gui thoughtfully stuffed it with a rag and tied it tightly.

"Woooooooo..."

Wei Zhe was completely stunned by what he saw. Young Master Zhou and his most trusted subordinate, A Gui? Why? Why did they kidnap him and stab him? Had they gone mad?

Ah Gui grabbed Wei Zhe's hair, lifted his head, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Look at me, remember my face. My name is Ah Gui. During the Qingdong massacre, you personally stabbed me through the neck, remember? Today I'm returning that stab to you, and my family's too...!"

"Pfft, pfft!" Two more stabs, but this time A-Gui stabbed Wei Zhe in the calf. The latter struggled in pain but could not break free of the restraints, and tears and snot flowed out in handfuls.

"Brother, I have avenged myself, but the avengers of all the people who suffered in this massacre... have not yet been avenged!"

Zhou Hongyi patted A Gui on the shoulder. He didn't expect that this brother could still maintain a shred of rationality even when facing such a deep-seated enemy. He seemed to be a man destined for great things.

Zhou Hongyi couldn't help but recall the scene when he first saw the ruins of Guanyintang Town and the refugees. He also strongly agreed with A Gui's suggestion.

That evening, around the ruins of Guanyintang, all the refugee survivors who had suffered from the disaster had finished their day's odd jobs and were preparing to cook some leftover vegetable leaves that they had picked up during the day to fill their stomachs, when they heard a strange "whooshing" sound coming from the center of the ruins.

They emerged from their respective shacks, exchanging wary glances, and headed toward the direction from which the sound came. There they saw a black burlap sack containing a person. The man's head was sticking out, his mouth was gagged, and he seemed unable to move his hands and feet. His face was covered in tears and snot, and a wooden sign stood beside him.

This man, named Wei Zhe, was the captain of the third team of the second precinct. He participated in the inhumane Qingdong massacre and was one of the direct perpetrators of that tragedy. Fellow countrymen, let us avenge our grievances and seek justice, using his blood and flesh to comfort our lost loved ones.

Upon seeing these words, the refugees who had gathered around were momentarily stunned.

Especially those who arrived later and those who were illiterate, after asking their companions, their expressions instantly turned into boundless anger.

Finally, an elderly man in his sixties grabbed a brick from the rubble and shouted, "Give me back my son's life!"

After the old man threw the first brick, the pent-up hatred in the hearts of the other surviving people seemed to finally be ignited. They cursed and cried as they picked up stones and hurled them at Wei Zhe like raindrops.

"Waaaaah...!"

With his hands tied behind his back and his Achilles tendons severed by A-Gui, Wei Zhe was unable to dodge and could only watch helplessly as a barrage of bricks and tiles rained down on him. In just a few blows, he was left with a bloody head.

Before long, the refugees who were besieging him seemed to realize that throwing bricks was not enough to vent their anger, so they rushed up and smashed the bricks down on Wei Zhe's head with all their might.

"You beasts, you traitors, die! Die—!"

“Boom! Boom! Boom…!”

More and more people gathered around, venting their pent-up anger, fear, and sorrow, tirelessly raising and lowering the bricks in their hands.

Wei Zhe had completely lost his life, but his body would still twitch reflexively a couple of times. His head was smashed to pieces and he was no longer recognizable as a human.

After the refugees smashed his head completely, they finally threw away the bricks and began to sob.

Zhou Hongyi and A Gui watched this scene from not far away. The latter's eyes also became misty, but he clenched his fists and swallowed his tears.

"Ah Gui, tomorrow, go buy some food to distribute to these refugees. Also, register them. Help those who have lost their only child, orphans, or those with severe disabilities as much as possible. Business at the store has been pretty good lately, and we've made some money."

"Yes, brother... Ah Gui's life is yours from now on!"

Ah Gui, his voice hoarse, suddenly turned around and knelt down in front of Zhou Hongyi with a thud. The man lowered his head and his shoulders shrugged slightly, while Zhou Hongyi simply placed his hand on his shoulder and squeezed it hard.

"Get up, brother. Remember, this is just the beginning. Whether they are lackeys, traitors, or Japanese devils, we will make them pay a bloody price. Believe me."