Chapter 1008
Butcher Zhang is Online
Faced with Zhang Anping's roar and the barrage of accusations leveled against them, the secret service leaders finally realized one thing:
From Zhang Anping's perspective, could they be communist sympathizers?
This is a question they hadn't considered—not that they couldn't think of it, but that at their level, they simply didn't believe anyone would think they were communist sympathizers!
The Bureau of Investigation and Statistics is now somewhat of a joke. Why?
It was common knowledge that Mao Renfeng was a communist—but everyone treated it as a joke, and no one really believed that Mao Renfeng was a communist.
Therefore, they never imagined that Zhang Anping would think they were communist sympathizers!
They thought Zhang Anping was going to take them down, or he was going to give them a warning, or he might be going to "worship" them all, but they never thought they would be betrayed by the Communists.
Police Chief Yang said tremblingly, "Officer Zhang, this statement...this statement is biased, isn't it?"
Zhang Anping frowned upon hearing this:
What are you doing here?!
Director Yang was stunned, and nearly coughed up blood.
I've been categorized as a spy, and I've been waiting here since this morning. Now you're telling me why I'm here?
"It has nothing to do with the police station—although the police station is infiltrated like a sieve."
Zhang Anping waved his hand, signaling Director Yang to get out of the way, and then walked up to Director Zhang of the Beiping Party Headquarters:
"The Party branch is truly remarkable—others wanted to frame your Party branch for assassinating Zhao Li, and some people within your Party branch actually cooperated!"
"The Party Affairs Bureau... is truly a hopeless case!"
Get out of my way!
Despite being scolded like a coward by Zhang Anping and being told to "get lost," Director Zhang was now experiencing what it meant to be "so happy here that he forgot all about home."
He felt as if he had been granted a pardon and stood aside happily.
"Section Chief Zhou, is your Counter-Espionage Section a counter-espionage unit or a communist espionage unit? Four days ago, the Counter-Espionage Section removed a large amount of paper and ink from the sealed warehouse—tell me, do you smell anything familiar on these communist leaflets?"
Does it exist?
Section Chief Zhou was sweating profusely, but he dared not utter a sound, much less wipe his sweat.
Zhang Anping stared at the other person indifferently, and after about ten seconds, he simply waved his hand:
"Take him downstairs and execute him!"
These five short words stirred up a massive wave of controversy.
All the intelligence chiefs were dumbfounded. Execution?
Although Section Chief Zhou holds the title of section chief, he is actually a colonel in the security system, a real colonel. The security system is Fu Huabei's direct subordinate!
Such a Sui Army colonel, killed just like that?
Section Chief Zhou was stunned. He only came to his senses when he was being helped out of the building. He roared:
"Zhang Anping, you dare to kill me?!"
A cold glint flashed in Zhang Anping's eyes as he drew the sidearm of the guard following closely behind him.
Bang
After a gunshot, Section Chief Zhou had a bloody hole in his forehead.
The scene was deathly silent.
"Drag it away and throw it downstairs."
He then walked up to Commander Zhang of the Military Police Regiment. The Military Police were of high rank, and the commander was a major general, but Commander Zhang's legs were trembling at this moment.
Fortunately, Zhang Anping did not stop in front of him, but walked up to Director Liu of the Security System Inspection Department.
Director Liu urinated directly.
The previous high-pressure tactics resulted in two major losers within the Beiping secret service system:
The Beiping Station of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics and the Garrison Inspection Office.
Both companies were among those to be divided up.
How could Director Liu not have complaints? And complaints can easily turn into concrete actions...
"Director Liu, four days ago, you secretly had a letter delivered to a businessman surnamed Chen—tell me, what was in that letter?"
Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes seemed to light up.
Was it done by the inspection department?
That possibility is actually quite high!
The Inspection Department suffered a great loss during Zhang Anping's consolidation process, losing all its profits. Director Liu, being a vindictive person, had too many reasons to retaliate against Zhang Anping, as he ordered Zhao Li to be assassinated using methods from the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.
Especially considering the methods employed by the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, this move is far too malicious.
This perfectly suited his desire for revenge.
Director Liu was stunned, but the still-warm body of Section Chief Zhou told him that silence meant certain death, so he hurriedly explained:
"Commander Zhang, I've been wronged!"
“That was a blackmail letter. I have evidence that he is a communist sympathizer. I am using this as an excuse to extort money from him.”
Zhang Anping asked coldly, "So, now there's no way to prove it?"
Director Liu was dumbfounded. The businessman surnamed Chen had run away—terrified by his exorbitant demands, he had abandoned his entire fortune and fled overnight. He had been quite pleased with himself for getting everything he wanted, but now…
"Take him away and torture him severely! Send his confession directly to the General Headquarters!"
Zhang Anping waved his hand, as if shooing away flies.
Upon hearing the words "severe torture," Director Liu immediately conjured up a multitude of bloody images in his mind—since he took office as the head of the inspection department, how many people had he severely tortured under the pretext of investigating the Communist Party? He hadn't managed to uncover many Communists, yet his wealth had increased exponentially.
The words "severely tortured" made him recall the wronged souls he had encountered before.
Driven to the brink of utter terror, his ferocity was aroused. Seeing that he was about to be taken away, he immediately drew his sidearm.
"Zhang Anping, I'll follow you..."
bang bang bang
As soon as he pulled out his gun, gunshots rang out one after another, and multiple bloody holes instantly appeared on his body and head.
The death of Director Liu did not evoke any sense of shared sorrow among the other intelligence chiefs; instead, they felt only relief.
Regardless of whether he was the one who killed Zhao Li, it is now certain that he was the one who killed him!
As everyone suppressed their joy, Director Yan of the Second Division of the Suppression Headquarters asked:
"Commander Zhang, did he kill Zhao Li? And then hand over Zhao Li's confession to the underground party?"
"do not know!"
Zhang Anping shook his head decisively: "I hope it's him, but... is it really him?"
His gaze swept over the remaining people, and everyone, including Director Yan, couldn't help but shiver.
Not over yet?
Zhang Anping focused his gaze on Director Yan:
"Second Division, you received intelligence last night at 10 PM that the underground party was going to distribute leaflets, why... why didn't you take any action? Why!"
Director Yan was alarmed. Was it my turn?
me……
He hesitated, unsure how to answer, but Zhang Anping answered for him:
"Because you never see the interests of the Party and the state!"
Zhang Anping coldly ordered, "Take him away! Send him to prison and place him under the supervision of the Special Higher Police!"
Director Yan was stunned. Even he, a major general from the Second Department... could be imprisoned just like that?
He wisely chose not to resist and obediently allowed himself to be taken away, but he was filled with mixed feelings. Now that he was locked up, would the Second Division be directly controlled by Zhang Anping?
The organization's strategic deception at that time...
Even after Director Yan was taken away, Zhang Anping did not stop.
He came to Director Qiao—Director Qiao of the North China Inspection Office, a close confidant of Mao Renfeng, and the second-in-command of Minglou in Mao Renfeng's eyes.
Unfortunately, this man failed to develop the North China Inspectorate into a second Northeast Inspectorate, and now he has been sent by Zhang Anping to take charge of the infiltration plan.
As Zhang Anping approached, Director Qiao stammered:
"Zhang, Zhang, District Chief, the Department of Personnel, the Department of Personnel wasn't involved in these matters!"
Zhang Anping said indifferently:
"I thought that under the current secret service system, even if a pig sat in a certain position, it would only have a slight impact."
But I was wrong!
Some positions are so bad that a pig would only cause a major disaster!
"I put you in charge of potential infiltration matters—and you've been recruiting Communists everywhere, even the most crucial finances are handled by Communists!"
"Are you really worried that our undercover brothers won't be exposed?!"
Director Qiao was dumbfounded. What the hell?
Seeing his reaction, Zhang Anping laughed in exasperation:
"Your trusted confidant, the one in charge of finances, is a member of the underground Communist Party! He ran away with the payroll! He ran away, do you understand?!"
Zhang Anping angrily grabbed Director Qiao's collar: "How could Mao Renfeng send such a pig-headed idiot like you to North China!"
Pushing him away roughly, Zhang Anping, burning with rage, ordered, "Take him away, lock him up—forget it, just file a report. There's no need to waste food on this kind of person in prison. Get him out of here, get him out of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics."
Compared to being imprisoned or executed, Director Qiao suddenly felt that getting out of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics was a good thing.
Next, Zhang Anping dealt with several more spy chiefs, but instead of executing them, he gave them a cold warning. Given the previous cases, these spy chiefs could only meekly obey while also feeling fortunate that they had been spared.
But the matter did not end there.
"The bodies of these people on the list, put them out at the door later—"
After sitting down angrily, Zhang Anping pulled out a list, issued a kill order, and then turned to Director Zhang of the Party Headquarters and said:
"You, get back to Nanjing and tell Ye Xiufeng that the Beiping Party Headquarters is sending a capable person over here. I don't want an incompetent fool!"
After a moment of stunned silence, Director Zhang quietly stepped aside.
He was quite a failure, being strangled by his own forces and subordinates. If it weren't for the underground party stepping in at the crucial moment, he would definitely be eating peanuts today.
Being able to leave alive is actually... not so bad.
After "settling" Director Zhang of the Party branch, Zhang Anping turned his attention to two other figures with military power:
"The Pacification Corps and the Gendarmerie Regiment will move their offices to the Yandu Hotel—they'll be working here from now on. Any problems?" This was clearly an attempt to control these two armed groups, but after what had just happened, would they dare to say no?
dare not!
The only option is to accept your fate.
Zhang Anping was finally satisfied, and swept his cold gaze over the six-tenths of the attendees who had left:
"From this moment forward, all intelligence agencies shall relocate their offices to the Yandu Hotel!"
After saying that, Zhang Anping got up and left, leaving only a bright red list on the conference table.
Above is the "corpse" he demanded.
There were 28 people in total, covering various intelligence agencies.
One thing is certain: there must be some among these people who did not deserve to die—but no one thought of pleading for them, because they knew very well that Zhang Anping could sentence them to death if he had corresponding evidence.
As for the specific evidence...
Sorry, who would dare to ask Zhang Anping for it?
Faced with Zhang Anping's raised knife, sacrificing a few insignificant subordinates is not a big deal for the spies in order to protect themselves.
Director Zhang, whose fate had already been "locked" by Zhang Anping, was the first to step forward and check the list. After seeing five Party secret agents listed on it, he did not show much emotion, but the coldness in his eyes revealed his state of mind.
Live it!
Because he saw the name of an enemy—he guessed that the party agent on the list must be the bastard who betrayed him.
Kill them without hesitation.
As for the fact that they are staunch anti-communists—does that matter?
……
In fact, Zhang Anping did not have enough evidence to convict the 28 people on the list of the death penalty.
But does it matter?
Under the overwhelming momentum he created, the deaths of a bunch of spies really weren't a big deal.
Even when it came to the deaths of Section Chief Zhou and Director Liu, Fu Huabei felt embarrassed to say anything.
Not to mention a bunch of mid-level spies.
As for why these spies had to die, the reason is even simpler—just like Director Liu, he didn't have much Communist blood on his hands, but the wronged souls who died with their eyes wide open behind him were still staring at him!
In a word:
Not one of them is innocent!
Zhang Anping, who came out of the conference room, still exuded a very strong aura. On both sides of the corridor, in front of the cordon set up by the guards, a lot of people had gathered. They were all "victims" in the incident of the seizure of property by the southward evacuation fleet.
Their original plan was to surround Zhang Anping after he came out and demand "justice" from him.
They didn't expect to force Zhang Anping to submit through this tactic, but they wanted to make Zhang Anping feel that he had incurred the wrath of the masses. Then, high-ranking officials from the Central Army and the Suiyuan Army would step in and use appeasement to make Zhang Anping realize the situation.
But when Zhang Anping, exuding a menacing aura, came out of the conference room, none of them dared to utter a sound.
The reason was that the two corpses that had just been carried out had a huge impact on them.
Two Sui Army officers, a colonel and a major general, went in standing up and came out being carried out. How could they dare to bar their teeth and claws at Zhang Anping, who was now exuding a menacing aura?
They didn't dare, but Zhang Anping did!
Emerging from the conference room, Zhang Anping, facing the crowd in the corridor, immediately sensed their intentions. His eyes narrowed, and his aura inexplicably intensified. Then he smiled.
"Very good, very good!"
"You think you can just come and go as you please at the office building of the Beiping secret service?"
"Since you're here, then... don't leave!"
"Guards—arrest and imprison all unauthorized persons! No one is to be released without my warrant!"
boom!
The "victims" who had been anxiously waiting in the corridor were in an uproar: What? They're going to arrest us?
"My uncle is in the Ninth Army Corps..."
"My uncle is..."
"My sister..."
"I am from Beiping..."
These "victims" got desperate and started introducing themselves, claiming to be nephews or uncles of some bigwig, or at the very least, brothers-in-law of some bigwig, or even holding official positions.
But their self-introductions were of no use. The guards who came to arrest them did not hesitate to take action. No matter who you were, even if you were the Emperor of Heaven, no one here had the priority of Zhang Anping's orders.
After the chaotic commotion subsided, the group of usually arrogant and powerful people were all brought under control. Some of them were still struggling, but after a few underhanded tricks, they instantly became docile again.
Just accept your fate honestly.
Zhang Anping remained indifferent from beginning to end; these people had actually misunderstood one crucial point:
Under normal circumstances, I have no need or reason to provoke them.
But the situation is different now!
Beiping was under military control, and with war clouds looming over North China, the most direct manifestation of power was the use of violent institutions. Administrative power, for example, had been severely restricted under these circumstances.
Given the priority of war, these guys still insist on coming along—you idiots, do you really think I'm killing two birds with one stone?
I'll fight tooth and nail to keep the $3100 million worth of gold, silver, silver coins, and antiques. Do you really think I'm just taking them casually?
A group of powerful and wealthy people, who were usually honored guests wherever they went, were now prisoners in the Yandu Hotel, all wilted like frostbitten eggplants.
But people, even if they can be pragmatic, still have their own agendas in their hearts, and many people remind themselves:
A gentleman takes his revenge even after ten years!
After we get back...
Then, they were dumbfounded.
Corpses were brought in one by one—just as they were waiting for a car to take them to the prison below the restaurant.
A total of 28 bodies!
They were neatly arranged next to the restaurant's main entrance, and later two more were brought down from the restaurant, which perfectly satisfied some people with obsessive-compulsive tendencies...
Even people with obsessive-compulsive disorder would rather not have seen this scene at this moment.
They were familiar with most of the thirty corpses, and some even had close ties with them. In the past, these living corpses were arrogant and domineering, and even if they were powerful and wealthy, they would not put on airs when they saw them and had to treat them with respect.
But now, they have become corpses, neatly arranged at the entrance of the restaurant.
The impact was far greater than imagined.
madman!
Butcher!
At this moment, even the powerful and wealthy who still harbored some illusions realized one thing completely:
Zhang Anping is fundamentally different from the powerful figures they had dealt with in the past!
"Consider that money... as a waste!"
"Life is always more important than money..."
……
The corpses had a great impact on the powerful and wealthy in Beiping, but not so much on the generals of the Sui Army and the Central Army.
They were, after all, people who had walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and were used to seeing corpses everywhere. How could they be intimidated by thirty corpses?
"Is this some kind of show of force?"
Many people sneered inwardly, thinking, "Who are you trying to fool with just thirty corpses?"
Even if there are 300 corpses here, let alone 30, you still can't keep our money!
This only strengthened their resolve—many even abandoned their previous attempts at appeasement and decided to take a hard line.
We are armed and armed, so if you try this, we're not afraid of anyone!
Just as they were about to enter the Yandu Hotel together, an adjutant hurriedly ran to a division commander and whispered something in his ear.
Upon hearing this, the division commander's expression turned serious, and he then apologetically addressed the others:
"Gentlemen, there is an urgent matter in the army—I must go back first. Brother Han, let's go back together."
Commander Han was taken aback, thinking to himself, "You're about to run away when we're about to win?"
But seeing the other party give him a subtle wink, Commander Han immediately echoed:
"Alright—military affairs are urgent and cannot be delayed. Everyone, I will go back to the army with Brother Yang first."
After saying that, the two turned and left, leaving the other officers of the Central Army behind.
The others exchanged glances, thinking to themselves that something was amiss, that something was fishy.
The person surnamed Yang must have received some kind of wind!
"Should we...go in?"
The sudden departure of these two division commanders from the 94th Army left them in a dilemma.
"Wait first!"
Ultimately, they were the ones who led troops into battle, and at this crucial juncture, they chose to play it safe and did not dare to launch a rash attack.
Zhang Anping was standing at the office window, looking at the group of "generals" parked in the hotel parking lot with a puzzled expression.
To embezzle this huge sum of money, the real pressure naturally rests with the military leaders who command large armies—commanders at the corps and army levels ultimately have some sense of shame and won't openly take action. Only the officers at the division level will directly intervene.
He prepared a feast for these people.
But why have they suddenly become "cowardly"?
Seeing that these people remained "hidden" in the parking lot without moving, Zhang Anping's gaze couldn't help but turn to the distance:
Could it be... that Fu Huabei has made a move? (End of Chapter)