The identity of a spy who knows his own name will not be too simple.
If it was a small soldier or something like that, I wouldn't even know who Zhang Yong is. Everyone is very stubborn.
The result was probably that he was directly beaten to death by Zhang Yong and went to the Jingguo Sacred Toilet.
"It seems that we are acquaintances..."
"no……"
"At least, you know my name. It's not easy!"
"I heard it, I heard it..."
"so what?"
"What?"
The spy plays dumb.
This is the only thing he can do.
He didn't know how much Zhang Yong already knew. Therefore, it would be wrong to say too much.
Remaining silent is the way to go.
"You live here?"
"no……"
"This house doesn't belong to you?"
"no……"
"Well, let me ask whose house it is. Maybe I can pull out the carrot and bring out the mud..."
"It's mine. It's mine. It's mine..."
The spy quickly changed his story.
Then I realized something was wrong.
To put it this way, it means that there is absolutely no three hundred taels of silver here!
Oops……
It finally came out.
Once Zhang Yong goes to track down the owner of this villa, something will definitely happen.
He never thought that he would be caught in this villa. Logically speaking, he should be very safe hiding here.
How safe is it?
No one else knows he's here except himself.
Especially, he just came back. He came back very secretly. No one else knows. How did Zhang Yong get involved?
I had just returned. I had just laid down. Then I was surrounded. I knew the timing...
If someone leaks the secret, of course it makes sense.
However, it is impossible for anyone to leak the secret! He can be sure.
Zhang Yong narrowed his eyes and stared at the spy.
Do you think I'm stupid? Haha.
Turn around.
Get ready to make a phone call.
Zhu Yuan is not in the concession here, but Li Yuanqing is!
Zhang Yong decided to stick with Li Yuanqing. As long as it was useful, he would not be polite. Li Yuanqing owed him a favor.
The Japanese spy stopped talking.
He seems to want to talk.
Zhang Yong waved his hand and asked someone to gag him.
Don't make a sound.
I don't want to hear any noise now.
Call up.
Find Li Yuanqing.
It took a long time for Li Yuanqing to answer the phone.
"What's up?"
"Captain Li doesn't seem to want to hear me speak?"
"You have something to talk about. I'm very busy."
"Help me find an address. No. 19 Robertson Road. Who is the registrant?"
"It can't be found in the books."
"Then help me find the person behind it. I need exact information."
"19 Robertson Road?"
"right."
"Sure?"
"Sure."
"That's Zhang Xiaolin's house."
"oh?"
Zhang Yong's expression changed.
Then I understand that some things have formed a closed loop.
Zhang Xiaolin defected to the Japanese invaders and used the Japanese invaders' support to strengthen himself. Then, the Japanese invaders used him as a cover to conduct espionage activities.
Li Yuanqing told him clearly that the registrant of the house was not Zhang Xiaolin. However, the actual owner was Zhang Xiaolin. Therefore, Li Yuanqing's position was very important. Most of the information in the concession could be obtained from him.
"Thanks!"
"Need not."
Li Yuanqing hung up the phone neatly. He was afraid that Zhang Yong would say something else.
Zhang Yong held the microphone and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
Haha, you think you can avoid my harassment this way? How naive!
I, Zhang Yong, also have a nickname called Niubi Tang!
What does it mean? It means very clingy.
As long as someone is stuck to me, no matter if they are male or female, they can't escape.
Look at Shi Bingdao...
He is a big boss of the Red Party. He is also obsessed with me.
hey-hey.
If we are not successful enough, we are more than capable of failing. We dare to fail in anyone’s business!
return.
He lowered his head and thought about the spy.
Do you want……
"I killed the person."
"I killed the person."
Suddenly, the spy spoke continuously. His voice was very excited.
Zhang Yong raised his head, frowned, and wondered.
Who? Who did you kill?
"I killed all the people in the Songhu Security Command," the spy repeated.
Zhang Yong still stared at the other party suspiciously.
Did you kill him? Is there any evidence? Don't pretend to admit it.
We will not let a bad person go, nor will we wrongly accuse a good person, even if you are a spy.
Of course, there is a need to frame someone else's fault.
you……
one person……
Killed more than thirty officers...
Frankly speaking, Zhang Yong didn't believe it.
You are not Yan Shuangying. You are not that spider-faced Japanese invader.
Not even close to the Miyamoto family.
Judging from the situation of the arrest just now, this spy does have some abilities. However, it is only limited to a few abilities.
Compared with the agents around him, the level of Japanese espionage is almost the same.
In a one-on-one fight, he can't beat Lu Hai.
"I, I can take you to find the body." The spy paused and then said.
Zhang Yong raised his wrist and looked at his watch.
Tangled...
This damn spy.
It's obvious that you didn't kill the person, yet you still pretend to admit it to death.
I believe you as a ghost!
I have something to do tonight. I won’t make any noise with you.
"real!"
"I can give you all the bodies. No one will be left."
"If one person is missing, you can chop me up on the spot. I have no complaints."
The spy reiterated.
His expression was very strange, as if he was afraid that Zhang Yong would not believe him.
He also speaks very strangely. He seems to be out of control.
Zhang Yong rolled his eyes.
Damn it, do you have any brains?
If you really killed more than 30 national army officers, do you still want to live?
Even if I don't chop you up on the spot, the security headquarters will cut you into pieces, or cost Ling Chi one hundred and eight thousand knives. If I chop you with one knife, it will be an advantage for you, okay?
The issue is……
This guy might actually know the whereabouts of all the bodies.
Otherwise, he wouldn't dare bite him so hard.
Moreover, Zhang Yong also thought of something. It was the spy who was trying to hide something.
There must be something more important than killing the national army officer.
Otherwise, he wouldn't use this as a shield.
What is the use of a shield?
Diverting attention? Of course not. Delaying time.
As long as Zhang Yong takes this spy to find the body, he may waste a lot of time, and then...
There is no time to do other things.
Or other spies will have enough time to deal with the situation, or even evacuate or run far away.
All of them are human beings. Very cunning.
Tangled...
Forget about Gu Xiaoru for the moment.
The current situation is: should we continue to look for corpses, or should we continue to torture and extort confessions?
The purpose of this spy is to delay time. It is estimated that he will not be able to extract any valuable clues in a short time. He will definitely hold on.
If he died, he wouldn't even be able to find his body.
Tangled...
Countless brain cells died.
In the end, I decided to do the first thing first, and let the rest happen as it happened.
"Bang!"
He gave the Japanese spy a hard kick.
Mad, this bastard, is delaying my good deeds!
I thought I could do it at night...
"Bang!"
Another kick.
I'm so angry. All good things have been messed up.
The most disgusting thing about a spy is that he completely ignores other people's time arrangements. Even the best plans can be disrupted.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
He kicked his feet twice more, and then he went to make a phone call angrily.
There is a telephone in Yin Mansion. It has never been shut down. It is probably because the telecommunications bureau is not worried about the phone bill at all.
Indeed, as long as the name Yin Tae-seok is around, there is no need to worry about money.
Call Citibank and ask for Gu Xiaoru.
After a while, Gu Xiaoru came to answer the phone and found that it was Zhang Yong.
"I haven't gotten off work yet. Don't worry!"
"Sorry, I have something to do tonight. I can't wait until you get off work."
"But, I'm not off work now..."
"I mean, I'll come see you next time..."
"But, I think..."
Gu Xiaoru's voice was weak, filled with resentment and longing.
Zhang Yong:……
I wish I could kick the Japanese spy again.
This bastard!
Sooner or later he will be chopped off!
"That's it. I'll come find you again when I have time."
Zhang Yong hung up the phone cruelly.
Come back and kick the Japanese spy hard. He almost kicked this guy to death.
As a result, the spy seemed to be a masochist. After being kicked several times in succession, he weakly began to confess.
"I still have a little money..."
"where?"
"The secret room of the dining table..."
"oh?"
Zhang Yong managed to cheer up.
Well, there is no female sex, so I have to use money to make up for it.
Go to a restaurant.
He took out a hammer and smashed the dining table directly.
irritable.
The dining table is very thick and made of solid wood. I don’t know what kind of wood it is. It is very strong. Zhang Yong smashed it several times, but it didn’t break open.
Substitute. Keep smashing.
"Bang bang bang..."
"Bang bang bang..."
After some earth-shattering violence, it was finally broken open.
Sure enough, in the mezzanine of the dining table, I found a stack of banknotes. Not much. Only three thousand silver dollars. They were all issued by Honghui Bank.
That's fine. Mosquito meat is also meat. It can barely make up for the mental loss.
"that……"
The spy's face was full of flattery.
It can be seen that he really wants to curry favor with Zhang Yong.
The purpose of the flattery was to let Zhang Yong go look for the body so that he would have no time to care about it.
Zhang Yong:……
Forget it. One thing after another.
"Where?"
"I'll take you there."
"Walk!"
Zhang Yong escorted the spy into the car.
The car driven by the Japanese spy was also driven away. From then on, the car was named Zhang.
There was no way, Zhang Yong was reluctant to pay for vehicles, weapons, etc. He could only rely on seizures. He hoped to save some wealth bit by bit.
"where?"
"Bolan Street."
"so far?"
"Not far. Not far. Not far..."
The spy was all smiles.
Any idiot can see that he is wasting his time.
Deliberately choose the farthest place. It will take an hour on the way. Then turn around and choose the farthest place again. Another hour.
In other words, it takes an hour to find a place.
If there were a few more places, seven or eight hours would have passed and it would be almost dark.
No, I haven't had lunch yet. I can only deal with two bites casually.
While eating, I called the 206 Logistics Warehouse. The phone has been installed there.
It happened that Shi Bingdao answered the phone. So he asked him to inform Shi Hu to bring his team over.
"Go to Bowling Street."
"knew."
Shi Bingdao answered.
Zhang Yong subconsciously wanted to hang up the phone. Suddenly he asked again.
"Is there nothing going on at home?"
"have."
"What's up?
"I'm really too busy. I don't have a lot of skills..."
"You have to trust the organization."
"What?"
Shi Bingdao was stunned.
Then, the phone hung up, without giving him a chance to speak.
But……
Zhang Yong's words still linger in my ears.
What is this guy talking about? Believe in the organization? No, why did he say it so smoothly?
sluggish……
illusion……
"hey-hey."
Zhang Yong smiled proudly.
I just said that I have a nickname? Nougat.
Li Yuanqing was stuck.
Sticking to Shi Bingdao.
Want to run?
hehe.
I will really complain to your superiors!
Put down the phone.
boarding.
keep going.
Leave the concession.
Keep heading west.
Finally, we arrived at Bolan Street.
It's a bit spooky here. The whole street is selling casual items.
Zhang Yong would not have dared to come here if he had not brought ten people with him. There were paper portraits everywhere, which was very scary.
"Where?"
"follow me."
The spy cooperated very flatteringly.
He took Zhang Yong to Yizhuang in the back and opened a coffin.
Zhang Yong:……
Finished.
It's actually true.
The spy movie turned into a thriller.
Inside the coffin, there really was a national army officer.
It looks a little scary. It's a human, but it's not a human. It looks weird.
It's terrible...
Understand that this is not an easy matter.
Kill people, kill people. But bringing people here is very strange.
I always feel like there's something hidden behind it.
There was no time to think too much. First call the security headquarters and ask for Zhou Yang.
"Shaolong, is there any news?"
"Bad news."
"Say it. I know they won't survive."
"Come to Bolan Street. I found another one. Bring more people. Bring a couple. I always feel that something is not right. I don't know what the Japanese invaders want to do behind the scenes."
"clear."
Zhou Yang hung up the phone.
Zhang Yong turned to look at the spy. The spy actually smiled at him. A flattering smile.
frown.
Thinking hard, but can't figure it out.
Had to give up.
Wait silently.
At the same time, send someone to look around to see if there are any clues.
A big living person couldn't have flown in. Someone must have brought it in. Or maybe it was carried in. I wonder if anyone saw it?
In this era, without surveillance, it is very troublesome. It is impossible to completely restore the truth.
Everything can only rely on oral confessions and evidence. The error is huge.
"Team leader!"
Finally, Shihu arrived.
We brought all the veterans of the 19th Route Army.
Zhang Yong asked Shi Hu and others to go up and see if they could find any clues.
"This is a hand that separates muscles and bones."
"What?"
"Split the tendons and cross the bones of the hand. It is commonly used by people in the world."
"you sure?"
"I'm sure, it's just a matter of splitting the muscles and breaking the bones."
Shi Hu answered affirmatively.
Zhang Yong:???
Something is wrong. Spy movies have turned into martial arts movies.
Actually, even the hand that separated the tendons and bones came out.
Ask carefully.
I found out it was a punishment.
It means using force to dislocate a person's bones or meridians, causing great pain.
This is a very cruel method of coercing a confession. But not many people know it. Because there are other simpler and more brutal methods of coercing a confession, there is no need to learn this.
Zhang Yong suddenly didn’t understand again.
Could it be that among the Japanese spies, there are still people who know how to divide their muscles and bones?
Do you want it to be so powerful...
Also, what exactly is the spy asking?
There were traces of forced confessions discovered before. There are also traces of forced confessions now. This shows that this is not an isolated case.
Perhaps, killing people is just to silence them.
Extorting a confession is the goal.
The spy may want to know some secret information.
The issue is……
What can a lieutenant, or captain, know?
Zhou Yang said before that he had investigated and found that the officers who were killed were in ordinary positions and had no access to secrets.
Since there are no secrets, why force a confession?
Can't figure it out.
"Didi!"
"Didi!"
There is a car horn honking outside.
It's Zhou Yang who's here.
Sure enough, he brought in "hundred million" more people.
