"That Zhang Yong is just messing around! He is lawless! Now the whole of Peiping has been messed up by him..."
"What's going on with the Japanese?"
"They called me frantically and asked me to arrest Zhang Yong."
"Zhang Yong is the inspector sent by Jinling."
"But, he is messing around like this..."
"What did Zhang Yong say?"
"He said that if the Japanese want to accuse, they should go to him and accuse him!"
"Then what's the problem?"
"No, military seat..."
"If the Japanese want to accuse, let them accuse Zhang Yong. Just say that we can't control it."
"But, he kills people indiscriminately like this..."
"I'm tired. If the Japanese have anything to do, let them negotiate with Zhang Yong. This includes defense negotiations."
"defense?"
"Yes. Leave it all to Zhang Yong and the Japanese. Let's not talk."
"But……"
"Tell the Japanese if you have anything to do, go to Zhang Yong. The other party is a senior official from Jinling. Our 29th Army needs to listen to Jinling."
"Military Commander, I understand what you mean. But how old is Zhang Yong, why should he..."
"He killed the Japanese more ruthlessly than we did."
"Military seat..."
"That's it. Don't worry about anything. Leave it all to Zhang Yong. Unless he is already dead."
"Understood."
"that's all."
…
"Baga! This Zhang Yong is simply crazy!"
"Is it bad?"
"He killed dozens of us in one day!"
"so much?"
"Yes! Kill on sight! Kill on sight! They are killing like crazy! No one will be left alive!"
"Where's the person you sent out? Why don't you kill him?"
"We... haven't had a chance yet!"
"Baga! A bunch of trash! There's only one Zhang Yong! There are so many of you! You can't kill him? Do you want me to go there myself?"
"Your Excellency General..."
"Go! Send all your forces! Kill Zhang Yong! If you can't kill Zhang Yong within three days, you will commit seppuku yourself!"
"I……"
"Baga! Waste! Bastard! Incompetent!"
"Tie!"
…
"Ah sneeze!"
"Ah sneeze!"
Zhang Yong sneezed continuously.
I looked down at my tunic suit. It wasn't stained with blood.
He is actually very civilized now. He shoots from a long distance, at least five meters away.
Therefore, no matter how the blood splashed, it was impossible to splash on his body. It was probably too hot. He was sweating all over and had a cold.
Seriously. The weather is really hot.
After all, it was the sixth month of the Gregorian calendar, and the sun was scorching hot. He was in a hurry to get to work.
"Da da da..."
"Da da da..."
Another spy was shot dead on the spot.
He is a rag collector. A Japanese spy even pretends to be a rag collector.
Baga!
Do you want to be so dedicated?
He was covered in filth and stunk more than a real beggar.
Cover your nose.
Search and search.
Very unexpectedly, I found a lot of legal currency.
They are all in bundles. The face value is 5 yuan. According to rough statistics, there are more than a hundred bundles.
Doubtful. Can't figure it out.
What is the operation of a spy? Begging for so much money?
Are beggars responsible for door-to-door delivery?
Something feels wrong.
Continue searching.
Sure enough, a big discovery was made.
I found many secret documents hidden in the waste paper pile.
The title of many documents is the Chaji Government Affairs Committee. There are many signatures of big bosses on them.
I understand. Why does the beggar have so many French coins?
It turns out they were buying information.
These documents are information.
The Japanese invaders are really good at using pirated legal currency to purchase genuine information!
A huge profit.
Just provide some ink and paper yourself.
There are so many documents, which means that there are no secrets in North China.
As long as it is a document from the Chaji Administrative Committee, the Japanese invaders probably have a copy. There may be more than one copy.
This is no longer a problem with the sieve. It’s basically just the crotch. Everything is exposed.
No wonder that in the subsequent battles, the Japanese invaders seemed to be in uninhabited territory. Except for a slight resistance at Nanyuan Airport, all other places fell easily.
The deaths of Tong Linge, Zhao Dengyu and others were simply betrayed by traitors. They died unjustly.
"Burn."
"yes."
Soon, a raging fire broke out.
Including those leaked documents, all were destroyed in the flames.
What?
Take it out as evidence?
What evidence does Zhang Yong need? Arrest No. 76...
No, he, Zhang Yong, arrests people. When does he need evidence? As long as it is a red dot, immediately...
Not to mention, just when the fire was raging, a red dot actually came closer. It looked uneasy and well-intentioned.
Zhang Yong immediately went over with a Somi submachine gun and saw a beggar.
Yes, Japanese spies are so professional.
It’s okay to pretend to be a rag collector, but also to pretend to be a beggar.
"Cry you Qiba!"
Zhang Yong greeted the other party with a smile. His Japanese was very pure.
At the same time, he raised his Somi submachine gun.
"Da da da..."
"Da da da..."
Just beat the opponent into a sieve.
Vaguely, I seemed to hear the other party's response: Kunichwa...
illusion.
illusion.
Put away the gun.
Turn around and leave.
The beggar has nothing on him.
In a hurry.
Get on the tram.
"Walk."
"Sir, the next stop is Yenching University..."
"Walk!"
Zhang Yong's face was expressionless.
I don’t care what university you go to! I only care about spies!
As long as there are red dots, it doesn’t matter what Beijing! Tianjing is all fake. Tokyo is the best...
The driver drove quickly.
Zhang Yong closed his eyes and rested his mind.
Within a radius of 1000 meters, there are many red dots.
However, they are all too far away from the main road. They are often two to three hundred meters away. Let them go for now.
Now, his task is to give priority to the areas within 150 meters on both sides of the main road.
Finally, another red dot appeared near the tram.
Next to the red dot, there is a yellow dot. The distance may be only more than ten meters.
The tram gradually approached and I could see clearly that there were two bookstores, right next to each other. The bookstore to the west had red dots, and the bookstore to the east had yellow dots.
coincide?
Intentional?
Too lazy to judge.
"parking!"
"Why……"
The driver stopped quickly.
Zhang Yong got out of the car with a Somi submachine gun.
By this time, it was already evening. The setting sun was hanging in the sky.
In both bookstores, there are more than a dozen students reading books, both male and female. It seems that the bookstore where the Japanese spy is located is more crowded.
He strode forward and suddenly saw an acquaintance in the corner of his eye.
Huh?
Qi Jiuding?
Turn your head and look carefully.
That's right. It's indeed him. It turns out the yellow dot is him.
Is he the owner of the bookstore? It seems not. He seems to be here to read books too.
Of course, it is also possible to meet someone.
Pretend not to know.
Qi Jiuding hasn't seen him yet.
I rushed directly into the bookstore next door and found the red dot. It was a fat middle-aged man.
Seeing Zhang Yong rushing in aggressively, the Japanese spy was confused and nervous.
"you……"
"Da da da..."
"Da da da..."
What greeted it was naturally a series of gunshots.
Zhang Yong fired more than 20 bullets in one breath. He was worried that the opponent would become fat and die.
As a result, a series of bullets knocked the spy down on his back.
"ah……"
"ah……"
The students next to me were all frightened.
I wanted to run, but I found that there were all soldiers with guns outside.
"My name is Zhang Yong!"
"What I killed was a Japanese spy!"
At this time, Zhang Yong's voice came. The sound shook everyone and was deafening.
Suddenly, all the exclamations were suppressed by him.
Zhang Yong:……
Sweat. I seem to have a built-in loudspeaker function?
Sure enough, communication basically relies on shouting.
"This bookstore owner is a Japanese invader in disguise!"
"If you have any clues about Japanese spies, you are welcome to report them! There will be rewards!"
Zhang Yong continued.
Then he waved his hands to signal the people behind him to get out of the way.
The frightened students hurriedly retreated. Only the bodies of the Japanese spies were left in the bookstore.
Zhang Yong walked to the corner, reached out and pulled a bookshelf down.
He is very powerful now and works simply and roughly.
After the bookshelf was pulled down, a small door at the back was revealed. It turned out to be a trap.
Pulling the small door open, there is an entrance. It is dark.
The 3D map showed that there were hidden spaces inside. As expected.
"Chen Yan!"
"arrive!"
"Go in and take a look!"
"yes!"
Chen Yan immediately got in.
Two people followed behind.
After a while, Chen Yan took out a radio station from inside.
oh?
Is there a radio station?
The map doesn’t seem to be showing?
It's probably not powered on.
Just as he was about to speak, someone came out from behind carrying a radio.
Three people went in and actually brought out three radio stations. It seems that the identity of this Japanese spy is not simple!
It's a pity that he was beaten to death when they met.
But it doesn't matter. No matter what his identity is, the result is the same.
"There's more! There's more!" Chen Yan shouted excitedly.
"What else is there?" Zhang Yong asked.
"There's also a radio station inside."
"besides?"
Zhang Yong was stunned.
No, four? Four radio stations?
What is this Japanese spy doing hiding so many radio stations? Is he using them for food?
Keep moving!
Move out five radio stations.
Two old ones and three new ones. They haven't been opened yet.
Surprised.
Looking at the corpse of the Japanese spy on the ground.
It must have been a big fish! It’s a pity that it just died like this.
Shake his head.
"And more! And more! And more!"
"what else?"
"Silver, silver..."
"Yeah?"
Zhang Yong was dubious.
Could a spy be that stupid? Impossible, right?
Hidden five radio stations, and also hidden silver?
So stupid?
Lower your head and go in.
I lit the ignition fold. Sure enough, I saw a lot of silver.
They are all pieces of silver, with different shapes. Some are silver ingots, and some are gold ingots.
He picked up a piece casually and weighed it. It felt ok. He bit it with his mouth again. It seemed real? Unfortunately, he was not a professional and did not dare to make a conclusion.
However, so much silver, even if it is slightly less pure, is quite astonishing.
Where the Japanese spies came from is now unexplainable, but it is not important.
As long as it falls into the hands of Zhang Yong, it belongs to Zhang Yong.
Immediately ordered them all to move out.
Move them all back to Nanyuan Airport and then put them on the plane and take them away.
There is already a DC-3 transport plane waiting at the airport. It will be installed tonight and will take off early tomorrow morning. It will return to Jinling at noon.
Then it falls into the money bag of the short-term financing department...
"Walk!"
Wave your hands and lead the team to evacuate.
I glanced at the bookstore to the east and saw Qi Jiuding. The other party also saw him, but his expression remained unchanged.
Suddenly I want to play a prank and wink mysteriously at the other person.
Hehe. Take your time and guess.
Take your time and guess what I mean.
Wink!
Ha ha……
Leave happily.
There is another red dot approaching in front.
Riding a bicycle, he seems to be a teacher?
Japanese spy?
Impersonating a teacher?
Keep calm.
When the other party came to his side, he suddenly took out the gun.
This time I used Thomson.
Original 100 round drum magazine.
I'm tired of using Somi. I need to change my feel.
"Ta-ta-ta..."
"Ta-ta-ta..."
A series of bullets all hit the spy.
The spy was immediately beaten and fell backwards from the bicycle. However, the bicycle continued to move forward.
Zhang Yong sped up a few steps and came to the front of the spy.
At that moment, he saw the spy open his mouth.
Seems like he wants to speak?
So awesome...
Just like the anti-Japanese drama.
Even after being hit by Thomson, he could still speak.
"Zhang Yong..."
I clearly heard the spy say two words.
The Japanese spy still used his last strength to glare at him with ferocious eyes.
Obviously, the other party knew him Zhang Yong.
but……
Why not hide?
Why did you ride straight here?
Do you think you might not be able to identify it?
hehe.
Overestimating one's abilities...
Squat down.
Touch the corpse.
I found a telegram.
Huh?
telegraph?
Just take it out.
I found it written in Traditional Chinese:
Kill Zhang Yong quickly. No matter the cost.
oh……
It turns out he wants his own head!
I thought I had some great secret! It turned out that I wanted to kill myself.
Throw the telegram away.
I'm too lazy to tear it into pieces. Anyone who wants to see it can read it!
Whoever wants to kill me, Zhang Yong, just come over! I will follow them all.
However, you must bring some money with you!
Killing NPCs requires exploding gold coins to gain motivation. Otherwise, it's pointless to just spawn monsters.
"Walk!"
Continue on the tram.
Continue all the way west. You will soon reach the terminal.
"parking!"
Zhang Yong suddenly shouted.
The driver stopped quickly.
"get off!"
Zhang Yong got off the train with his team and changed to a tram.
This time I took a different route.
Soon, we are approaching the first target.
I took a look and pretended not to see it, but it was a young woman.
Pretty.
flirtatious.
Wearing an off-white cheongsam, which seemed to have turned white after being starched, she was teaching children in a small courtyard.
No need to look, it’s definitely a special high school course.
what to do?
Of course let her go.
Male spies and ugly female spies must die.
But the young and beautiful ones can be saved. They can be punished and make meritorious service. They can be influenced by themselves...
In short, the premise is to be young and beautiful...
"Walk!"
The tram starts.
keep going.
Soon we are approaching the second target.
The spy lived in a very humble house.
He had weapons on him. They were two Tokarev pistols. The pistols were loaded. They were very dangerous.
Although he didn't see what the target looked like, Zhang Yong was convinced that the other person was no ordinary person.
Therefore, don’t think about confronting someone head-on.
Must be plotted.
Quietly observe the nearby terrain.
I found a small western-style building five houses away. It was empty and no one was there.
The small foreign-style building has three floors. If you go up to the roof, maybe you can send a grenade to the Japanese spy from a high position?
There is a palm technique that falls from the sky...
No. It was a grenade falling from the sky.
Act now.
Quietly use technology to unlock the door and enter the small western-style building.
Going up to the roof, sure enough, you can clearly see the house where the spy is. The tiles are neat and there are no holes.
But it doesn't matter. Just take out the German M24 grenade.
The domestically produced charges were too small and the explosion power was insufficient. I was worried that the explosion would not kill the Japanese invaders.
The original one made in Germany does not have such a problem. It is equipped with 100 grams of TNT explosive. The explosion is very powerful.
Pull the string. Wait two seconds. Then throw it out.
The grenade landed accurately on the spy's head.
With the help of gravity and inertia, it smashes directly through the roof and falls into the house.
The map shows that the Japanese spies are moving. Apparently they have noticed something unusual.
Unfortunately, it was too late to escape.
"boom!"
The grenade exploded.
The shock wave completely blew open the roof.
The Japanese spy was also shaken from inside the house to the outside by the shock wave, but he did not die.
The red dot is still there.
I saw the Japanese invaders drawing their guns and trying to fight back.
Good guy. So powerful. He can draw a gun and fight back like this. He is really brave.
He bowed his head quickly.
Then keep throwing grenades.
If one doesn't work, use two. Standard operation.
strangeness……
Didn't hear the gunshot?
Didn’t the Japanese invaders already have their guns drawn?
Why didn't you shoot?
"boom!"
The second grenade exploded.
Then, the map showed that the red dot disappeared. The Japanese invaders were dead.
Um?
It feels a bit unsatisfactory.
I'm a little confused again. Why didn't the spy shoot?
After making sure that the Japanese invaders were dead, Zhang Yongcai came downstairs, slowly approached the Japanese invaders, squatted down, and touched the corpses.
It was found that the Japanese invader's arm had been blown off. No wonder he couldn't shoot.
It is also possible that he drew his gun with his last breath, but he no longer had the strength to fire.
Okay. This is the real battlefield.
The kind of person who can remain conscious after being exploded by a grenade at close range is basically a miracle.
Vaguely, he seemed to feel familiar with the spy in front of him.
It's not about physical features or anything like that.
It's its actions and reactions that remind it of the Miyamoto family.
In other words, I thought of those Japanese spy killers.
From some family.
To be sure, he is not an ordinary person. He definitely has an identity.
Keep touching the body.
No banknotes. No money whatsoever.
There was no other evidence on him.
Bare and alone.
strangeness……
Not reconciled.
stand up.
Enter the ruins and search.
After a lot of hard work, I finally found something valuable.
A copper key. The same as the one found on Kawashima Yoshiko.
strangeness……
What are these copper keys for?
After thinking about it, I couldn't figure it out, so I stopped thinking about it and kept fresh ideas to sell to the goblins later.
Close the team.
I didn't bother to move the body.
Buried directly in the ruins.
Suddenly, several red dots appeared on the edge of the map.
All have guns.
There are pistols. And rifles.
They were approaching him quietly, gradually becoming semi-surrounded.
It seems that the Japanese invaders have begun to carry out the contents of the telegram. They must kill Zhang Yong at all costs.
