"Shet!"

Zhang Yong clearly heard Wiggins cursing.

I also know that the other person is not cursing me.

So I continued to act stupid.

Wiggins came to Zhang Yong's side and asked in a sharp voice, "Did the Japanese do it?"

"I don't know." Zhang Yong shook his head.

"The Japanese's clear telegrams have been sent out. Are they nine people?"

"It's nine. But..."

"It was the Japanese who did it."

"No evidence……"

"Others have admitted it themselves. What other evidence is needed?"

"It's impossible for the Japanese to invent the coded telegraph themselves? Shouldn't they tell everyone? This is too unscrupulous..."

"Yes. They are so unscrupulous. They think the Western Pacific belongs to them."

"this……"

Zhang Yong was about to speak but stopped.

I thought to myself, this Wiggins knows how to use the topic to his advantage!

The Americans had obviously received the clear telegram he had sent, and they were immediately connected to this matter.

After all, nine people are very coincidental. No. There is no coincidence.

Was it really made by the Japanese?

No evidence.

But Wiggins doesn't need evidence either.

What he needs is to use the excuse to retaliate against the Japanese and force Violet to show up.

That mysterious spy Violet makes all the espionage personnel in the beautiful country very uncomfortable. That guy seems to be everywhere, but there is never a trace.

By the way, that violet never came to the surface. It's really tolerable.

"please."

Wiggins suddenly gestured.

Zhang Yong:???

what's the situation?

What are you going to do?

His face was full of hostility just now, but now it’s cloudy and sunny?

"do what?"

"Morning exercise."

"What?"

"I like boxing. You come to be my sparring partner."

"Idiot!"

Zhang Yong cursed his mother secretly.

Just say, why did the system suddenly add points?

I bet it’s Wiggins, the smiling tiger, who wants to trick his father!

Mad, I am your father!

Want me to be a sparring partner? Or boxing?

Are you obviously looking for an excuse to beat me?

but……

"What? Don't you dare?"

"Of course not. I will sacrifice my life to accompany you."

"Okay. Let's go!"

Wiggins suddenly became happy.

The two of them entered the basement. There was an underground training ground here.

Because it was early in the morning, there was no one. It was empty. There were only various training equipment.

It must be admitted that the living standards of Americans are at least thirty years ahead.

While 9% of Chinese people have not yet solved the problem of food and clothing, Americans have begun to enjoy life.

Not only do we have TV, movies, and Coca-Cola, we even start watching the "Tom and Jerry" cartoon. The difference is really huge.

Get the gloves.

Enter the training ground.

Wear rubber gloves.

Wiggins punched him directly.

Zhang Yong raised his fist to block.

Block the opponent's fist forcefully.

"Huh?"

Wiggins was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, this Zhang Yong is quite powerful.

Although he didn't use all his strength, he used at least 80% of his strength. It was very powerful.

Zhang Yong looked calm.

There's nothing to show off. Don't even try to show off.

Dark Blue has added points. Can he still lose?

This Wiggins is not a professional boxer. At most, he is just a little stronger.

"Come again."

Wiggins was unwilling to give in.

Punch and continue the attack.

Zhang Yong still silently raised his fist to block.

You punch me, I block it.

If you hit me again, I will stop you.

In short, I just don’t give you a chance and leave you with nothing to do.

This saves energy and makes you less tired.

It’s so early in the morning, who are you crazy about?

I don’t even have a hundred dollar bet. I’m too lazy to play with you!

"no……"

"you……"

Sure enough, Wiggins quickly became discouraged.

His strength was almost exhausted.

Seeing that there was nothing he could do about it, Zhang Yong had no choice but to end the challenge angrily.

"We're going to compete in marksmanship."

"good."

Zhang Yong doesn't care.

So I went to the shooting range nearby.

All are pistols.

All Browning M1903, old guns. Use 9mm bullets.

"boom!"

"boom!"
To be continued...