lerbook Chapter 9 is about law? Then here's the law for you!
Chapter 9 is about law? Then here's the law for you!
Rendan Hulangren's reply was a hysterical howl.
"Kill her! For His Majesty the Emperor! The Black Card of Heaven!"
"Onboard..."
He raised his katana and jumped off the pier first, followed closely by a dozen or so Japanese ronin, who were all shirtless and whose swords flashed.
Moranzhi's expression remained unchanged.
She didn't even lift her eyelids.
He simply lowered his right hand gently.
Da da da da da!
Four MG08/18 machine guns roared simultaneously!
The terrifying flames violently tore everything apart in the thick fog of the dock in the dead of night!
The dense hail of bullets, like hail in a storm, instantly turned the pier into a battlefield!
Jintan Gorojin's body was riddled with holes in mid-air, breaking in two before even hitting the ground. His katana flew out of his hand, spun twice in the air, and clattered into a crack in the wooden planks of the dock.
The other ronin fared even worse.
Some were spun around three times before collapsing, while others were torn to shreds by machine gun fire, their flesh and cloth scattering and tumbling in the searchlight.
The entire process takes no more than five seconds.
The Shiliupu Wharf was instantly transformed into a hellish scene of minced meat and bullet casings.
The air was thick with the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood, mixed with the salty dampness of the Huangpu River, making one feel nauseous.
The remaining crew members on the cargo ship were terrified and scattered to hide, with even the captain not daring to stick his head out.
Huang Qiushan collapsed to the ground.
His crotch was soaked, his face was covered in splattered blood and bits of flesh, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably as if he had malaria.
Its mouth was wide open, as if it wanted to shout, but no sound came out.
It's like a dead dog with its spine cut off.
Mo Lanzhi stepped over the bullet casings scattered on the ground and walked step by step toward Huang Qiushan.
Her military boots made a crisp sound as they stepped through the blood, each step feeling like it was treading on Huang Qiushan's heart.
"Mr. Huang Qiushan".
Moranzhi crouched down and gently lifted Huang Qiushan's terrified, distorted face with the barrel of a Browning pistol.
"What did you just say? Protected foreign national?"
She tilted her head slightly, her eyes devoid of any sympathy, only displaying a precise and cold cruelty like that of a scalpel.
"Very well. Then let's talk about the law."
She stood up and extended her hand to the Chinese lawyer behind her.
The lawyer immediately handed over a specially made folder with gold foil stamping on the edges.
When Moranzhi opened the folder to the first page, she found a copy of a remittance receipt from the Yokohama Specie Bank.
Snapped!
She slapped the receipt directly onto Huang Qiushan's blood-stained face.
"This is a remittance record from the Yokohama Specie Bank dated December 17, 1923. Remitter: Shanghai Tongwen Academy of the East Asia Tongwen Association, a special agency of the Japanese intelligence service. Recipient: Huang Qiushan. Amount: 12 yen."
"What does the remarks column say?" Mo Lanzhi sneered. "'Complete deployment map of the Second Division of the Zhejiang Army and ammunition list.'"
Huang Qiushan's face went from deathly pale to ashen.
"No...that wasn't me...they brought it themselves..."
"Really?" Moranzhi turned to the second page. "This is the second transaction dated January 4, 1924. Amount: 1 yen. Remarks: 'Zhejiang-Shanghai Allied Forces Operation Plan (Telegram in plain text)'. It's also signed for by you."
Page 3.
"March 1924. Amount: 3. Note: Coordinates of artillery positions at Wusongkou Fortress."
Page 4.
"May 1924. Amount: 5. Attached is a receipt with your signature and a confirmation letter with your fingerprint."
Mo Lanzhi turned the pages one by one, like flipping through a textbook.
With each page turned, Huang Qiushan's body trembled even more violently.
By the end, he was shaking so badly that his teeth were chattering.
"Where...where did you get these things from?!" Huang Qiushan screamed hysterically.
"Where did you get this?" Moranzhi closed the folder and handed it back to the lawyer.
"Do you think the Japanese would genuinely protect you, you dog? They've kept all your transaction records. If you ever disobey them, these things will be the noose around your neck."
"However, they haven't had a chance to use it yet. We got it first."
Huang Qiushan's last glimmer of hope was extinguished, like a candle blown out by the cold wind.
Moranzhi nodded to the lawyer.
The lawyer stepped forward, unfolded the legal documents in his hand, and spoke in a loud, clear voice.
"Based on the relevant provisions of the Criminal Law of the Republic of China concerning wartime collusion with the enemy and aid to the enemy, Articles 7 and 12 of the Customs Anti-Smuggling Act, and the special authorization order of the Chen Gong High Military Court—"
The judgment is as follows:
"First, all movable and immovable property under Huang Qiushan's name shall be confiscated, including four properties in the Shanghai International Settlement, a villa by West Lake in Hangzhou, six shops in Drum Tower in Nanjing, and bank deposits totaling approximately 270,000 silver dollars."
"Second, Huang Qiushan and his immediate family members shall be deprived of all political rights and shall never be pardoned."
"Thirdly, given that he sold military intelligence to an enemy country, directly causing heavy casualties among Chinese military and civilians, he is sentenced according to law—"
The lawyer's voice suddenly rose eight octaves.
"--capital punishment!"
These two words echoed on the dock late at night, like a death knell.
"No! No! I don't want to die!"
Huang Qiushan completely broke down.
He knelt in the blood, clutching Moranzhi's military boots with both hands, tears and snot streaming down his face, which was covered in a mixture of snot and blood.
"Please! Please let me go! I can be a witness! I can tell you all the Japanese strongholds in Shanghai! I know their intelligence network! I'll tell you anything!"
Mo Lanzhi looked down at the maggot wriggling at her feet, her eyes completely unmoved.
"You should have said it a long time ago."
"The young marshal has given the order."
boom!boom!
Two gunshots rang out.
Two bullets precisely shattered Huang Qiushan's two kneecaps.
"Aaaaaaah!!!"
Huang Qiushan let out a scream worse than death, his whole body rolling and twisting wildly on the ground, his legs bent at an impossible angle, blood gushing out from the cracks in his bones.
Moranzhi put away her gun and watched him writhe in agony on the ground, expressionless.
"Take off his suit."
Two military intelligence soldiers stepped forward and roughly tore open Huang Qiushan's high-end suit, which was custom-made from Savile Row in England.
Buttons popped off, fabric tore.
His expensive attire, a symbol of his "civilized gentleman" status, was thrown into the bloody water, mixed with rotten fish and shrimp on the dock.
Huang Qiushan was left with only a white T-shirt covered in stains, looking like a skinned dead dog.
"Drag it away."
Moranzhi turned around and strode toward the armored vehicle.
The river breeze rustled, stirring the hem of her trench coat.
She didn't look back at Huang Qiushan even once.
She had no interest in even glancing at such traitorous maggots.
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the next day.
The headline on the front page of the Shenbao newspaper was in bold, large characters.
"Huang Qiushan, former staff officer of the Jiangsu Military Governor's Office, has been arrested by the Shanghai Military Garrison Command on suspicion of treason, gold smuggling, and selling military intelligence. Investigations have revealed that he sold dozens of top-secret documents, including military deployment maps, to Japanese intelligence agencies, resulting in heavy casualties among Chinese military and civilians. He has now been sentenced to death under military law and will be executed at a later date."
This news was like a bomb, causing an uproar throughout Shanghai.
All the compradors, brokers, and public intellectuals who had been secretly exchanging glances with the Japanese suddenly fell silent overnight.
Someone burned all the correspondence with the Japanese overnight.
Someone quietly cancelled their ship ticket to Tokyo.
Some people even went directly to Chen Zijun's headquarters to present him with a banner that read "Upright and Awe-inspiring."
This is the essence of human life.
And amidst this clamor.
On Nanjing Road, there is a three-story Shikumen-style house hidden deep among the plane trees.
A middle-aged Jewish man with a neatly trimmed beard, a hooked nose, and wearing a dark gray three-piece suit was sitting at a mahogany desk reading a newspaper.
He held a cigar with a pure gold filter in his hand and slowly exhaled a cloud of gray-blue smoke.
"Abdullah," he called out in a hoarse, low voice to the Arab steward standing ramrod straight behind him.
"Yes, Mr. Sassoon."
"This Chen Zijun is making increasingly big moves in Shanghai."
He put down the newspaper and tapped his fingers lightly three times on the table.
"He wants to develop military infrastructure in China? Fine."
Sassoon's lips curled into a sinister smile.
"Send men to block the deep-water naval port route that the Chen family army has booked. Tell all our shipping partners in the Far East—any ship that transports goods for the Chen family army—that they can forget about ever entering any of my Sassoon family's ports again."
"Yes, Mr. Sassoon."
Abdullah bowed slightly and silently withdrew.
Sassoon, with a cigar in his mouth, leaned back in his chair and looked out the window at the bustling Nanjing Road.
warlord?
In his eyes, all the warlords on this land were nothing more than pawns on the Sassoon family's chessboard.
Chen Zijun wants to develop infrastructure in Shanghai?
Then we have to get past him first.