Of course Zhang Yong can think of it. These guys are definitely not good people. If they were ordinary people, how could they be attracted by Lin Xiaoyan and others and do such a thing?

That's all a head-on business!

"Or, you guys can continue to help me." Zhang Yong said slowly, "Responsible for walking the Yangtze River waterway?"

"Take the inland river?" Cheng Jushu seemed a little disdainful.

"Trace back to Chongqing."

"dislike."

"Mounting machine tools."

"Where does the shipment start?"

"right here."

"Then what's in it for us?"

"You can use the name of the Fuxing Society's Secret Service."

"oh?"

Cheng Jushu suddenly felt energetic.

He likes this identity. He is even a little obsessed with it.

After all, as pirates, what they look forward to most is to be "recruited" one day.

Transform into a uniformed being.

"how?"

"Okay, I'll follow you."

"What about the rest?"

"Definitely willing."

Cheng Jushu waved his hand without thinking.

As expected, others are also coveting it. Who doesn’t like joining the establishment?

Zhang Yong then set a task for them, which was to transport supplies from Wusongkou Wharf to Chongqing and hand them over to Li Boqi, who would receive them.

At the same time, they quickly requested a dozen field service certificates from Shanghai Station and filled in their names.

He is now temporarily in charge of the work of the entire Fuxing Society Secret Service and recruiting a dozen people temporarily, which is of course no problem.

What's more, I got a cargo ship for no reason!

Although it's dilapidated, it's still fine as long as you don't go out to the Pacific Ocean and walk along the Yangtze River Channel.

It can be said to be an unexpected surprise.

The transportation problem that I had no clue about before was solved in this way.

Got his own boat.

Ready to ship.

Beautiful...

His eyes turned to the German freighter next to him.

His eyes began to narrow.

The German submarine seemed to have stopped moving for the time being. So Paulus and the others began to pretend not to recognize themselves again.

Sure enough, no matter which country you are from, all interests come first. Any kind of friendship is bullshit.

It just so happened that I returned to Shanghai. I needed to make some money.

Come to the inspection team office.

First, call back to the Ji'e Lane headquarters. Li Jingzhi happened to answer the phone.

"It's you……"

"It's me. I have something to ask you."

"go ahead."

"Is there still the German submarine radio signal that I paid attention to before?"

"Yes. It is sent on time every day. But the number is very messy and we have no clue at all."

"It doesn't matter. You can study it slowly when you have time. How many signals are there?"

"Three. Every morning, three signals are sent out. But at other times, they are intermittent."

"I understand. Thank you."

Zhang Yong hung up the phone.

It seems that the German submarine did not escape too far.

Three signals. That's three submarines.

Maybe in the South China Sea?

They should be actively communicating with the Japanese to eliminate the misunderstanding. Once the misunderstanding is eliminated, they will launch the attack again.

That's no problem. You can go and extort money. It will make a banging sound.

"Yuan Zheng!"

"arrive."

"Send someone to inform the Germans that I have an emergency to tell them."

"yes."

Yuan Zheng immediately sent someone.

Soon after, a marked white spot came off the boat.

Sure enough, it was Paulus again.

The diplomat who remains unchanged for thousands of years.

The map shows that the gentleman in the wheelchair is still on the freighter.

"open."

Paulus came to Zhang Yong.

It can be seen that he is not too nervous. He probably feels that there is no danger for the time being.

"I have something to tell you."

"Please say."

"I also need a batch of Somi submachine guns."

"Why?"

"there is a need."

Zhang Yong didn't explain. He just said that he needed it.

Just tell me whether to give it or not.

Yes, we will continue to cooperate and continue to provide you with news in the future.

If you don't give it, then pull it down and scatter them in one shot.

Anyway, you are safe for now.

"Is there something going on?" Paulus was very alert.

"No." Zhang Yong denied.

"There must be something going on." Paulus was suspicious.

"Really not." Zhang Yong shook his head.

What's going on? You're overthinking it. I'm just ripping you off.

Now try to dig out all the supplies on the German freighter as much as possible. If it is really sunk, the loss will not be big.

It doesn't matter if a person dies. He doesn't need people. What he needs is materials.

"Zhang, if there is an emergency, you must help us." Paulus became anxious instead.

The more Zhang Yong denied it, the more he believed there was something fishy behind it.

They were also bystanders of what happened on the pier. There was a shootout here last night. Something must have happened.

"Really do not have……"

"One hundred somi."

"You Germans have a secret envoy who has arrived in Shanghai. He is having secret discussions with the Japanese Consul General in Shanghai, Akiyama Shigekui."
To be continued...