He forcefully pulled out the spy's palm and pressed it against the stone.
Zhang Yong picked up a brick and smashed it down hard.
"ah……"
The spy suddenly screamed.
Zhang Yong picked up the brick. There was a bloody mess underneath.
Well……
Oops.
A little dizzy.
He turned around hastily, not daring to look further.
Kong Fansong:???
Dingmo Village:???
Spy:???
No. What do you mean?
Why do you want to turn around? Can't you stand it?
Wow. You smashed it yourself!
How weird...
The spy's wailing gradually stopped.
Zhang Yong picked up the brick with his backhand and smashed it down again.
As a result, it didn't hit.
Smashed crookedly.
With his back to the spy, he naturally couldn't hit it accurately.
However, if you meet face to face, you will really faint! What should I do? I can only try two more times...
Pick up the brick. Keep smashing it. Hit it hard.
"ah……"
The spy screamed again.
The shrill screams almost penetrated the night sky of Jinling.
Zhang Yong breathed a sigh of relief. He finally hit it.
So I picked up the bricks and never looked back.
Sorry. Selective haemorrhage.
"You'd better confess obediently!" Yu Licheng guided him beside him.
"Baga..." the spy retorted.
But when he saw Zhang Yong picking up a stone and throwing it down again, he suddenly trembled all over.
As a result, it didn’t hit...
The stone fell into pieces.
However, the spy suddenly lost his nerve and became frightened.
Zhang Yong picked up the stone and continued to smash it.
Didn't hit again.
The spy felt like he was going to collapse.
No. Don't mess around! If you want to smash it, just smash it! Don't turn your back to me!
If you don't get smashed to death, you will be scared to death.
My heart can't bear it...
"ah!"
Suddenly he screamed again.
This time, it only hit a little bit. However, the spy fainted immediately.
"Crash..."
Someone immediately poured water nearby.
Want to faint? Impossible.
Wake up immediately.
Spy:......
!@#￥%……
Can't stand it.
Can't stand it.
"I said, I said..."
"What are you doing here?"
"Observe the movement in the vault."
"Did Miyamoto Itcho call you here?"
"I don't know. The people above arranged for me to come."
"What are you looking for?"
"Let's see how many casualties you have suffered. Have you arranged for professional engineers to come in?"
"Engineer..."
Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.
Oh, it seems that everyone present has forgotten one thing. That is to ask engineers to intervene.
By the way, engineers are experts at dismantling explosives!
Whether it is an explosive pack or a mine, it can be dismantled. The premise is to find the accurate location.
Turning to look at Kong Fansong.
It's up to him to do this.
As a result, Kong Fansong shook his head and said bluntly, "I don't trust the General Administration of Engineers and Soldiers."
"Oh." Zhang Yong understood.
A lot of things happened in the General Administration of Engineers and War, and the Kong family must know about them.
In that context, it is indeed normal for them to distrust the General Administration of Engineers. What if things get worse?
"You can't handle it." The Japanese spy smiled triumphantly.
This time, Zhang Yong did not take action.
Let the spy continue to be arrogant for a while and create a little tension.
It may indeed be difficult for others to do it. However, Zhang Yong does not seem to have that difficulty. He can accurately find the location of the explosives.
He also knew exactly what the explosives were. All he had to do was follow the picture to find out.
Of course, the danger is not without it.
At this time, it depends on the income.
If he had 200,000 US dollars, he would drain the entire underground vault.
It will take at most three days to dig them all out.
Suddenly my mind moved.
"Snapped!"
Go back and give the spy a slap in the face.
Then take out a small notebook and turn to a blank page.
"Tell me. How did you accurately hit the British warship..."
"What?"
The spy didn't react.
What British warship?
"Stop pretending. We all know that it was you who bombarded the British warships..."
"we do not have!"
The spy immediately denied it.
It reacted.
Zhang Yong wants to put a shit basin on their heads.
In other words, this shit basin can be big or small. If it is established, it will cause international disputes.
If it is a diplomatic dispute with China, no one cares. However, if it is a diplomatic dispute with the British, it is hard to say. No one knows what the final result will be.
Japanese spies are fanatical, but not stupid. If you understand this, you must not admit it easily.
"It's useless for you to lie." Zhang Yong said slowly, "You attacked the treasury to divert our attention, so you bombarded the British warships."
"You slandered me!" the Japanese spy was furious.
"As far as we know, you are using 81mm mortar shells, right?"
"You slander!"
"You also buried a considerable number of 81mm artillery shells as explosives in the ruins of the vault."
"You're talking nonsense!"
"The explosives in the vault were all left by Miyamoto Itcho."
"You're talking nonsense!"
"This 81mm artillery shell is produced by the Americans. We in China don't have the equipment. So, only you Japanese have it."
"Neither did we!"
"Who said that? You Japanese once smuggled this type of 81mm mortar in the Shanghai Public Settlement."
"You slander..."
"What I said is true. The patrol room has records."
Zhang Yong was calm and relaxed.
He's not completely bullshit. 70% true and 30% false.
The 81mm mortar captured by Li Yuanqing was indeed smuggled from the beautiful country. However, the master behind it was not caught.
Now, Zhang Yong decided to put all this historical debt on the Japanese.
Li Yuanqing is a member of the Red Party, and of course he hates the Japanese invaders. He will definitely help speak up.
The British, of course, agree.
Americans, it all depends on McFarland's choice.
If there are no accidents, the Americans must be speaking for the British. They are annoyed by the Japanese spies!
The French have an ambiguous attitude. But it is certainly impossible to firmly support Japan.
The French were also very angry when Japan forcibly withdrew from the League of Nations. They were preparing to embarrass the Japanese diplomatically.
so……
It's simple. Everyone wants Japanese to look ugly.
In this case, the truth is not important. Anyway, if you say you did it, you did it. You have no right to deny it.
Of course, details are needed.
The more details, the more real it is!
Where did the details come from?
Of course it is "made".
"Brother Kong Fang, go and invite some foreign reporters."
"good."
Kong Fansong immediately arranged for someone to go.
Ding Mocun's eyes moved quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.
Zhang Yong looked at the sky, it was already bright. It was very good. It was time to frame the fault.
Start with the underground vault.
This underground treasury was endorsed by Itcho Miyamoto.
This Miyamoto Itcho should be a relatively important person among Japanese spies. After all, he is from the Miyamoto family.
Then, let him be responsible for claiming the mortar shells.
What? Where do the shells come from?
There is it in Zhang Yong's portable ammunition space.
When the time comes, "pull" them out from the ruins and take photos for reporters.
Look. Look.
These are all evidence.
It was all buried inside by Miyamoto Itcho.
What?
Anyone doubt it?
Are you saying that these shells may have nothing to do with the bombardment of British warships?
Haha. You can question it. However, I will not give you a chance to speak out. Newspapers are only allowed to publish news that has passed the review.
Those who did not pass the review or who questioned randomly were all labeled as traitors.
No. It's not a deduction. He was originally a traitor. He helped the Japanese invaders and betrayed his motherland. What is he other than a traitor?
"You, you, you slandered..." The spy began to become anxious.
Zhang Yong ignored him completely.
slander?
That's right.
It is indeed a slander.
But, I have real evidence!
You spies really have a lot of 81mm mortar shells hidden.
In other words, you have all the conditions, capabilities, and motivation to bombard British warships.
What's the motivation?
I haven't thought about it yet.
However, it should be able to be trapped soon.
I thought of it immediately.
revenge!
Want to take revenge on the British.
Because of Julia Nightingale, the Japanese military headquarters was very angry.
So he decided to take revenge.
Decided to send people to bombard British warships!
Demonstration!
provocative!
Reasonable.
Can't refute.
"Shaolong, do you want to go in in person?" Kong Fansong was a little worried.
"It's okay. I can handle it." Zhang Yong said calmly.
What he did was to go in and walk around and let reporters take photos to prove that there were mortar shells.
There are many steps required to put the shit basin on the Japanese. This is the first step.
After the reporter finished taking photos, he came out.
There were so many explosives left and he had no benefit. He didn't care.
"This..." Kong Fansong stopped talking.
"How about I hire a professional bomb disposal team for you?" Zhang Yong suggested.
He knew what Kong Fansong wanted to say.
I want to get rid of the explosives in the vault myself.
However, there were people above who disliked Zhang Yong and did not want him to intervene.
Therefore, mentioning Zhang Yong's name is definitely not allowed. However, Zhang Yong can find an agent!
Find a team at random and be responsible for clearing the treasury. Then Zhang Yong secretly guides them.
When the time comes, just wear a hood, who knows who.
By the way, it is normal to wear a hood when entering an underground vault.
If you have a mask, you still have to wear one!
So much dust.
Who to look for?
Unexpectedly. But the Red Party team is good.
Haha, find a Red Party team and enter the underground vault to defuse bombs. It’s exciting just thinking about it...
"The reporters are here."
Sure enough, a dozen reporters were called.
The United States, Britain, France, and Italy all have them. But there is no Soviet Union and no virtue.
It’s not that they were not invited. Neither the Soviet Union nor Germany had reporters in Jinling. The mainstream media in the world are now controlled by the United States, Britain and France.
I leave it to Kong Fansong to deal with reporters. He is the best at it.
Show reporters letters written by Japanese people.
Of course, these are not the focus.
The point is, every reporter gets a $20 hard-earned fee.
With this 20 dollars, they can write the article and then publish it in an important position.
Once arranged.
Take reporters into the underground vault.
Zhang Yong quietly operated and released the mortar shells.
Sure enough, after a quick search, I found the first one...
Click!
Click!
Taking photos like crazy.
Then the second one, the third one...
Click!
Click!
I also took crazy photos.
At this moment, a stone rolled down in the distance.
Oops……
Zhang Yong secretly shouted that something was not good.
Where the rocks fell, there were explosives.
It's like a dynamite bag!
Damn it!
There's an explosion!
Get down quickly!
"boom……"
Sure enough, a deafening explosion sounded.
Even though they were more than fifty meters apart, Zhang Yong felt like he had gone around in the underworld.
In a daze, he seemed to see his own breasts. He seemed to be begging the King of Hell, hoping to let him back. But looking at the look of the King of Hell, he seemed to disagree...
Zhang Yong saw "himself" staggering forward and handed the King of Hell a wad of dollars.
Soon after, I woke up in a daze.
"ah……"
"ah……"
Hearing continuous screams around him.
Well, it seems that many people were affected by this explosion. If one or two were killed, that would be a big deal.
But that's fine. It just creates hatred for the Japanese, adds fuel to the fire, and makes a big fuss.
Drowsily, in a trance, my thoughts gradually returned to reality.
Everyone ran out in a hurry and in a panic.
Zhang Yong also ran out.
So miserable...
They all get bombed.
Fortunately it's far away.
otherwise……
Suddenly I discovered that bad things seemed to have turned into good things.
Huh?
Carry-on backpack expanded?
It's not a temporary expansion. It's a permanent expansion.
The space that was temporarily expanded before has become a permanent expansion.
Wow!
Happiness comes too suddenly.
This expansion is very powerful!
Almost triple the space!
Today's carry-on backpacks can accommodate even the longest Type 38 rifle.
When I have time to deal with the dollars inside, the extra space can be used to store many weapons. Everything from Somi to Thomson can be stored.
Even a whole ton of gold can be put into it.
By the way, a ton of gold is actually not that big in volume.
Beautiful...
Overjoyed...
It turns out that the system seems to be able to absorb energy from close explosions.
But, what should I say? It's really dangerous.
If it is hit by debris, it will really be fatal. At that time, the system will not be able to save it.
Therefore, an accidental explosion is fine. Don't even think about detonating it actively. Unless you want to die.
I feel very uncomfortable now. I want to vomit, but I can't.
The shock wave from an explosion in a semi-enclosed space is very powerful. It can seriously injure people.
After the explosion of aerial bombs with an equivalent weight of several hundred kilograms, some people's bodies had almost no wounds on their appearance. But their clothes were gone. They were all shocked to death.
"Commissioner."
"give me a glass of water."
"yes."
Yu Licheng brought a bowl of water.
Zhang Yong drank two sips of cold water. Then he felt better.
Attention returns to the spy. Now that we have a picture and the truth, we can take the next step.
"You can't deny it."
"What?"
"We found similar shells in the underground vault."
"That can't be said to be our doing..."
The spy suddenly felt something was wrong.
But his throat was pinched and he couldn't make a sound.
Then, he heard yelling in Japanese: "We did it. We did it..."
The spy's mind suddenly became confused and his computer almost shut down.
What is this sound?
Who is calling?
The reporters turned around and saw someone being caught.
"This is the spy we captured. He is one of the masterminds of the bombardment of British warships." Zhang Yong introduced in an orderly manner, "We are now preparing to pry open its mouth and get more information..."
"It's not us, it's not..." the spy defended desperately.
The sound stopped suddenly.
But his throat was pressed again and he couldn't make a sound.
"He said it. He did not do it himself. He also has an accomplice. His accomplice is Miyamoto Itcho who wrote the letter." Zhang Yong continued, "We believe that Miyamoto Itcho is one of the masterminds.
He is a member of the Miyamoto family. We will catch him as soon as possible."
He winked at Kong Fansong.
Brother, twenty dollars is still a little short of that. Double it.
Fifty dollars per reporter. Guarantee that they will write whatever you say.
Even if it is said that the Japanese set fire to Buckingham Palace, they will report it "truthfully". Who can't get along with money?
In this matter, no one cares about the truth. It doesn’t matter if the slander is childish.
The key is to get the money in place and create public opinion.
Once public opinion arouses, the Japanese will be speechless.
This is called spreading rumors with just one mouth, and refuting the rumors will break your legs. It is best used to deal with the Japanese invaders.
Kong Fansong understood it heartily.
Immediately arrange for someone to bring more dollars.
To him, it's all trivial.
As long as we can kill that Miyamoto Itcho, what's a dollar?
Sure enough, those foreign reporters were very happy.
Zhang Yong took the opportunity to briefly introduce the "shelling case" and insisted that it was done by the Japanese. The purpose was revenge.
good.
That’s almost the introduction.
I believe the reporters have almost finished writing their colorful articles.
The fastest one may hit the streets this afternoon.
Slower, we will also report tomorrow morning.
Of course, you have to add fire.
It's necessary to make the Japanese even suspicious.
There is a very good partner, Akiyama Shigekui. Let’s say hello to him first.
"Telephone?"
"have."
"I'll make a call."
"good."
Kong Fansong came to the next door with this.
The situation here is completely different. It is a high-end place belonging to the Bank of Communications. It is responsible for receiving distinguished guests.
Zhang Yong took a look and found many beautiful ladies.
Sure enough, rich people just know how to play.
Pick up the phone.
"Help me pick up the Japanese Consulate in Shanghai."
