Even Li Boqi felt a little strange. How could there be so many coincidences?
He would definitely not believe in coincidence. Someone definitely did it on purpose. However, Zhang Yong couldn't do such a beautiful job, and neither could his people.
When it comes to catching and beating people, Zhang Yong and his men are good at it. But they are really not good at dirty work.
Especially after seeing the grocery store owner's wounds.
"Master!"
"Yes. Seal the throat with one knife. Kill with one blow."
Zhang Yong nodded in agreement.
If it weren't for the changes in the surrounding furnishings, it would simply be a replica of the previous scene.
His throat was also cut with a knife.
The murderer also stayed for ten minutes, probably using the radio.
OK. Start looking. I rummage through the boxes. Soon, I find a radio station and twelve code books.
Yes, it's really exactly the same. It's almost a mirror image.
Ling Yan:???
Jiang Yiying:???
They were a little confused too.
Why is there a radio station here? And there are so many code books?
What on earth were the Japanese invaders doing? Backup?
Two radio backups?
It doesn’t seem right either…
Looking at Zhang Yong intentionally or unintentionally.
Zhang Yong shook his head hastily, saying that he really didn't know.
Just now, he was just guessing. It seemed like a plot from some spy drama.
In fact, he had no idea what was going on.
What does he know? Dig, dig, dig!
Search the entire grocery store and look for the cellar. Hope to find another cellar full of silver coins.
The statistics over there haven't been calculated yet. If he finds another cellar here, he swears, this time he will really dance on the grave and pee upside down...
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Suddenly, there was a muffled sound.
Zhang Yong suddenly felt nervous.
Grass!
No way? Is there really a cellar?
I rushed over to see what was going on and found that a cellar had actually been dug out.
However, I couldn't see clearly what was inside. It was dark. There was a strong sour smell coming out of it, which made the people around me retreat away.
Zhang Yong also hurriedly retreated to the outside of the grocery store, gasping for air.
Made. When was the cellar?
How long has it been since it was opened? Three years? Five years?
Li Jingzhi stood behind him and patted him on the back.
"Ahem..."
"Ahem..."
There was a violent coughing sound inside.
With great difficulty, the sour smell finally dissipated a little.
Everyone lit kerosene lamps, covered their noses, and cautiously approached the cellar. Finally, they could clearly see what was inside.
Fortunately, it is not the most disgusting thing that Zhang Yong is most afraid of.
It's smoke.
There are packs of cigarettes inside.
Because of the humidity, part of the tobacco soil may have rotted and deteriorated, giving off a sour smell.
However, the packaging of most cigarettes is still intact. The outside is covered with oil paper and sealed. As long as there is no external force to break it, the cigarettes can be stored for a long time.
Feeling...
Shaking his head...
These are all harmful drugs!
However, in the chaotic Republic of China, it was money. It was capital. It was goods.
When there is no money, it is money.
Some warlords even used smoke and soil to pay their wages.
To exaggerate, for the same weight, tobacco soil may be worth more than the ocean. Especially the high-purity foreign soil imported from India is very expensive.
The foreign land owned by the Kong family in the Ministry of Finance was already valuable.
If he were Lin Zexu, he would definitely burn him with a fire to avoid harming others. Unfortunately, he is not.
In fact, at this moment, it was no longer his turn to make the decision. Even Li Boqi couldn't make the decision.
"Team leader..."
Zhang Yong suddenly shouted.
But he saw Li Boqi jump down himself.
It turned out that Li Boqi wanted to inspect the smoke in person. He soon discovered the clues.
"It's from the Lu family."
"What?"
"Lu Hualiang, a warlord of the Anhui clique, a subordinate of Zhang Xun of the Braided Army. After Zhang Xun resigned, he became the boss. He was defeated during the Northern Expedition. He announced his resignation. He went to Shanghai to live in an apartment in the concession."
"oh……"
Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.
He didn't know who Lu Hualiang was. He probably didn't have a name in history.
But Zhang Xun's restoration is written in the history books. Zhang Xun, the braided soldier, went against the trend. He did not seek to be famous for centuries, but to be infamous for thousands of years.
Although Zhang Xun was later expelled, he was still considered the number one figure. If Lu Hualiang replaced him, he would not be qualified to leave his name in history.
At that time, China was full of warlords, large and small. They had hundreds of guns, and they dared to raise flags and establish themselves as kings. They governed their own country. A county was the territory of a small warlord. There should not be too many people like Lu Hualiang.
After they are defeated, they often take their families, young and old, and run away with their gold and silver. Usually they go to foreign concessions to work in apartments, do business, invest in real estate, etc. Some people even do very well.
Know the specific situation of Lu Hualiang.
Li Boqi didn't elaborate. Zhang Yong didn't ask in detail either.
It is enough to know that the soot belongs to Lu Hualiang and that Lu Hualiang was robbed.
"Concession?" Zhang Yong realized later.
How dare the Japanese go to the concession to rob? Not bad! There is a future!
It is said that there is nothing in the world that Li Yunlong dare not do. Zhang Yong actually thinks that the Japanese are more courageous than Li Yunlong.
At best, Li Yunlong is courageous and dares to risk his life. The Japanese are full of fanaticism. They are crazy! They have lost their minds.
"The person who was robbed must have been in Jinling." Li Boqi said, "Japanese invaders don't know how to transport goods across borders."
"That's right." Zhang Yong agreed. It's too troublesome.
It must have been stored wherever it was robbed.
The gold, jade, jade, jewelry, etc., which were small in size and high in price, must have been taken away. The remaining silver coins, cigarettes, and soil must have been stored locally.
As a result, it was left alone, and maybe some changes occurred later, so it was never dug out again.
Maybe Wu Yuanfu knew a little bit, so he came out to cut off the roots?
Wait. Cut off the roots? Zhang Yong suddenly felt that this word was very appropriate. Wu Yuanfu may have wanted to cut off the roots of the Japanese spy agency.
If these soot, silver coins, etc. continue to be hidden, the spies will dig them out sooner or later and use them. However, if they are exposed and discovered, the spies will have no way to take them back. They can only watch them being seized by the Chinese.
.There is no way to use it anymore.
Wu Yuanfu killed people just to expose the smoke and silver coins.
Using the radio to send reports. It may be to challenge his former boss, similar to, you come to arrest me, come to arrest me...
Good guy!
He must be awarded a big medal!
If you atone for your sins, you might be able to become one of the anti-fascist activists in the future.
Stage a World War II version of the Bourne Supremacy...
have a bee in one's bonnet.
There is basically no need for Zhang Yong to intervene in the follow-up matters. Chen Qingquan is here and is responsible for counting the silver coins.
However, there is no way to clear out so many silver coins in a short time.
Someone came in a hurry to report to Li Boqi.
Li Boqi turned to look at Zhang Yong, "You should go to the Air Raid Department."
"Now?" Zhang Yong was surprised.
No, the oceans haven’t been counted yet! I don’t know the results yet!
Although I can't devour it, at any rate, I captured it. It feels like a sense of accomplishment. If you ask me to leave now, I won't be able to bear it!
real……
"Yang Lichu called, you should ask her!"
"good."
Zhang Yong then ran to make a phone call.
He quickly found Yang Lichu and asked what was going on.
"Someone leaked the secret."
"oh?"
Zhang Yong immediately imagined countless new plots.
That's it. I have work to do again.
The empty fund department is really a sieve! Secrets are leaked day by day.
Sooner or later, I will seal everyone's mouths and tie their hands to see who still leaks the secret.
As a result, Yang Lichu continued: "Klinsmann knew about the drawings you submitted last time and forced us to hand them over."
"Then what?" Zhang Yong breathed a sigh of relief. So that's what happened!
What kind of leak is this? Madam has already sold it for money.
The drawings were copied to the technical staff of Curtis Company. The Germans must know!
If we talk about leaking secrets, then the culprit is Madam.
"Klinsmann got the drawings and after verifying them domestically, he found that they were the original design drawings of the BF109 fighter jet."
"Then what?"
"Then he went directly to the commissioner to make a fuss. He asked the commissioner to give him an explanation."
"What explanation?"
"We need to find out who stole the blueprints."
"Japanese!"
"He wants us to capture the Japanese."
"Why?"
"I don't know exactly how we talked about it. You can come over here now. Minister Min will tell you personally."
"All right."
Zhang Yong agreed.
Since it's a matter of drawings, that's fine.
It's not considered a side issue.
So he came back and explained the situation to Li Boqi, and then took people to the air-raising department.
Daqiaochang Airport is relatively far away. It is in the southern suburbs of Jinling. From Xiaguan Railway Station, you have to cross almost the entire Jinling.
On the way, Zhang Yong closed his eyes and rested his mind.
The Germans are so nervous about the drawings, so they should be willing to give up some benefits.
Equipment for five divisions?
Ten divisions?
Or two artillery regiments?
If there is no benefit at all, who will do anything for him?
If you see Klinsmann soon, the most important thing to do is to ask the German for benefits...
Arrive at the empty funding department.
Yang Lichu was already waiting at the door.
Zhang Yong stopped the car, got off the car, and gave her a hug directly.
We are an old married couple, so we are used to it.
It also opens the eyes of others to know such a thing.
Yang Lichu dodged and reminded, "Be careful. That Klinsmann is quite domineering."
"Gestapo!" Zhang Yong nodded to express his understanding.
Fighting alone, he is no match for Klinsmann. But, he has a gun!
Under the leadership of Yang Lichu, Zhang Yong entered the office building of the Air Raising Department and came to a conference room.
The map shows that there are many people inside. They are divided into two sides.
Arrive at the door. The door is open.
Inside is a long conference table with clear lines on both sides.
On one side, there is a German. There is also a translator. There are also transcripts.
On the other side are Vice Minister Min and others.
It can be seen that the atmosphere between the two parties is not harmonious. The Gestapo is a little anxious.
"Report!"
"Come in!"
Zhang Yong then walked over.
Vice Minister Min motioned for him to sit next to him. A seat had already been vacated there.
"It's you?"
Klinsmann was a little surprised to see Zhang Yong appear.
Zhang Yong smiled and nodded as a greeting.
Sorry. I don't speak German.
But why not say hello in Chinese? Ah, I forgot...
"Shaolong, please introduce yourself."
"Okay. Mr. Klinsmann, my name is Zhang Yong, and I'm from the Fuxing Society's Secret Service..."
"Is it the blueprint you seized from the Japanese?"
"yes……"
"What evidence do you have that these are the drawings you seized? Not the drawings you stole?"
"Um?"
Zhang Yong's eyes narrowed.
This German doesn’t look like a good person!
You actually suspect that I stole it?
Haha. Okay. Since you are unreasonable, then I will fight with you.
Playing hooligan? Who is afraid of whom?
Call your head of state!
If you want to be unreasonable, I can defeat three of your heads of state by myself!
Really!
Playing hooligan?
Ha ha!
"Then what evidence do you have that I stole it?"
"I doubt you!"
"Safiya is selling more information about you Germans. Including fighter jets. Including battleships..."
"What did you say?"
Klinsmann's expression suddenly changed.
He was indeed anxious.
He found that the situation was more serious than he thought.
Those drawings have been verified to be very accurate. They are almost identical to the original drawings.
However, domestic investigations revealed that the original drawings were not lost. Therefore, the only possibility is that someone took pictures and then copied the drawings again.
This is more troublesome. In a short time, there is no way to find out who leaked the secret.
The most terrifying thing is that after these drawings were copied, they began to appear in the distant east.
Since even the farthest east has obtained these drawings, what about the French? What about the British? Have they obtained them too?
Why are the French silent?
Why are the British silent?
A dog that doesn't bark is the scariest thing.
"The information I tortured from Japanese spies is that you Germans are designing the latest type of battleship..."
"you shut up!"
"I don't know the specific model. But I know some data..."
"you shut up!"
"Safiya's price for this information is more than 100,000 US dollars..."
"Shut up!"
Klinsmann stood up anxiously.
Zhang Yong then slowly shut up. Then he sat upright, closed his eyes and rested his mind.
Too lazy to look at each other.
Marder, tarnish the name Klinsmann.
That was his idol all along! The golden bomber! The memory of a generation! Going over the wall to watch football in the middle of the night...
Quiet.
No one spoke.
There was only the sound of breathing.
Everyone else acted as if nothing had happened and was bored.
Only Klinsmann's face kept changing. His hands were sometimes loosened and sometimes clenched.
a long time……
"Zhang, I apologize to you." He said suddenly.
"Huh?" Zhang Yong opened his eyes in surprise.
Apologize? Germans apologize to themselves?
Haha. See you soon.
"I had no reason to doubt you. It was my mistake. I'm sorry."
"Ah, I accept your apology."
"Those drawings are very important. We urgently want to know who leaked them."
"Mr. Klinsmann, I only know how to catch Japanese spies. I don't know anything else. I found the blueprints from Japanese spies. I obtained them completely accidentally..."
"Where's the damn Japanese?"
"It's a pity that he was beaten to death by me."
"Why do you want to beat him to death?"
"Mr. Klinsmann, he is a spy. He has a gun. He arrested him. He resisted. If we don't kill him, I will die. Can you understand?"
"I...understand!"
Klinsmann held his hands angrily, obviously not believing it.
However, Zhang Yong insisted that the Japanese spy had been killed. He had no way to verify it. He did not have sufficient intelligence capabilities in the East. He had to rely on the power of the Chinese.
And the man in front of him named Zhang Yong is obviously a very important part of China's intelligence agency.
After thinking for a moment, Klinsmann made a bold decision.
"Zhang, our respected, supreme head of state has granted you a special power..."
