Landed safely at Hankou Airport.

I found the atmosphere a bit heavy.

It is probably related to the SB-2 bomber attack.

After losing so many aircraft and so many pilots at once, the Soviets were of course going to be furious.

It is estimated that they want to hold people accountable and challenge the government. Chiang Kai-shek will be under pressure.

This matter does reveal a lot of weirdness.

The Japanese fighter planes made a long-distance attack. The route and time were accurately determined.

There is no doubt that the information was definitely leaked.

Either there is a traitor.

Either the secret message has been deciphered.

Otherwise, such a thing cannot happen.

"Commissioner!"

Dushanlong came running over.

At the same time, he waved and summoned a black car.

Zhang Yong nodded.

"Commissioner, Commander Qian asks you to go to conference room No. 3 immediately after you return."

"good."

Zhang Yong got on the bus.

It's probably the Soviets who have launched an attack.

Commander Qian also felt the pressure and told him to come over quickly.

No, even the car is ready. This shows that time is indeed very tight. Every second counts.

drive.

Sure enough, the driver stepped on the accelerator furiously.

It only took three minutes to arrive at the VIP building.

parking.

get off.

Someone immediately led Zhang Yong to conference room No. 3.

The radar map showed that there were seven people in the conference room, sitting on both sides of the conference table.

There was only Commander Qian on one side. On the other side, there were six people.

I heard a roar in Russian. It was indeed questioning.

It is obvious that all responsibilities should be placed on the head of the National Air Force.

Commander Qian always remained silent.

Push the door.

Walk in slowly.

The roaring Russian stopped immediately.

Quiet.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Zhang Yong.

"commander."

Zhang Yong stood at attention and saluted.

Commander Qian stood up with relief.

The cheeks that were originally very tight suddenly relaxed.

"Shaolong, sit over here."

"yes."

Zhang Yong walked over quickly.

I heard a low-pitched conversation in Russian on the other side.

"Is he Zhang Yong?"

"That's right. It's him. Zhang Yong. Also known as Shaolong."

"So young?"

"Yes! Too young. But it is indeed him."

"Let's see what explanation he can come up with."

Zhang Yong turned a deaf ear.

He went straight to Commander Qian and sat down.

The originally roaring Soviets became quiet. No one spoke.

They were all looking at Zhang Yong silently.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

Zhang Yong doesn't need to speak. Just appear and he can silence everyone.

Performance is everything.

If you don't agree, go ahead.

"Shaolong, let me introduce you. This is General Dubuyev."

"Hello."

Zhang Yong stood up politely and extended his hand.

Dubev also stood up and stretched out his hand.

Shake hands. Greet.

let go.

Zhang Yong continued to stretch out his hand.

Shake hands with other Soviet representatives one by one.

Then sit down.

"Now that the professionals are here, well," Dubuyev said slowly, "Zhang, what do you think about leaking secrets?"

"My opinion is very simple. There is no need to investigate for the time being. We will take advantage of the situation." Zhang Yong replied calmly.

"What? No need to pursue it? This is a very serious leak."

"I think revenge is more important."

"revenge?"

"Yes. We use leak channels to send false information, and then lure the Japanese fighter planes to take the bait and kill them!"

"you……"

Representative Su looked at each other. Then his eyes gradually brightened.

Obviously, Zhang Yong's opinion moved them all.

Chasing leaks.

Close the loopholes.

That's all an afterthought. It's also time-consuming and labor-intensive.

However, if we follow Zhang Yong's suggestion and use false intelligence to attract the Japanese fighter planes, and then annihilate them...

It was so in line with the style of a fighting nation. They couldn't wait to see it like this.

What kind of hatred can be relieved by catching a few spies? The best way to relieve hatred is by shooting down Japanese fighter planes.

"Zhang, are you ready to operate?"

"You can think of the specific method yourself. However, as long as the Japanese fighter planes take the bait, I can detect them in advance and then launch a counterattack."

"good."

Dubuyev and others discussed in low voices.

Everyone agreed with this approach. Revenge must be taken as soon as possible.

"The leakage channel may not be at Lanzhou Airport..."

"That's better. It will be easier to implement the revenge plan."

"Zhang, once our plan is implemented, you must fully cooperate with us."

"certainly."

Zhang Yong agreed wholeheartedly.

The Japanese fighter planes at Taiyuan Airport were so arrogant.

It's time to take the time to teach them a harsh lesson. Break their legs first.

Of course, before that, you need to do some things in advance.

I want to give the Japanese fighter planes at Jinling, Hangzhou, and Taiwan Songshan airports a hard lesson so that they will not dare to dispatch easily.

For example, tonight...

However, this kind of thing can only be done quietly.

Obviously, the channel for intelligence leakage is not on the ground floor of the airport. It is on the exchange of telegrams.

If the telegrams were deciphered, it should be these telegrams.

If it's a traitor, it should be someone high up who has access to the telegram.

Every time Zhang Yong went out, he never reported it. Therefore, the Japanese invaders never knew about it.

This good tradition must be continued!

"Zhang, it's settled." Dubuyev stood up and prepared to leave.

"Okay." Zhang Yong stood up and sent the other party away with a gift.

Then went back to the conference room.

Continue to sit next to Commander Qian and lie back.

Oh, I’m so tired!

Feels like a robot. Almost never stops.

Those who are able work harder, and those who are able get more. In the end, the hard work is hard, but it seems that there is not much.

If you have time, look for opportunities and make more money for those who can...

It's fishing.

Not Lao...

"Young dragon..."

"Commander, you say."

"The press conference has been temporarily canceled."

"Why?"

"The Soviets were not very happy..."

"Understood."

Zhang Yong nodded.

This is probably what Chiang Kai-shek meant.

If foreigners are unhappy, they themselves cannot be happy either.

Next, we had to rely on the Soviets for assistance.

It was all going well and we could hold a celebration party. But as a result, something like this happened.

A bomber group! Almost the entire army was wiped out.

Zhang Yong also felt heartbroken.

"So, you can rest this afternoon!"

"good."

Zhang Yong dragged his cheeks and fell into deep thought.

It looks like he is closing his eyes and concentrating, but he is actually thinking about how to make some extra money.

There is no doubt that catching Japanese spies is the fastest.

There are a lot of red spots in Hankou now. There should be a little oil and water.

Stand up. Say goodbye and leave.

Go out.

"Duchamp Dragon!"

"arrive!"

"Take twenty or thirty people with me!"

"yes."

Dushanlong hurriedly gathered his team.

Soon, Zhang Yong personally drove the big truck and set off.

They are all large trucks of the Air Force. Behind them are soldiers from the special service company. They are fully armed and have M2 heavy machine guns set up.

In fact, it's completely unnecessary. It's just to capture a few spies. Why is such a big battle needed?

However, he just likes to show off! He likes dimension reduction attacks...

Arriving at the door of a foreign company.

parking.

get off.

Enter the store directly with a Thompson submachine gun.

The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man wearing glasses. He looked at him in astonishment without any panic in his eyes.

"Sir..."

He also came up to say hello to Zhang Yong.

As a result, Zhang Yong pushed him away and continued to rush inside.

Once inside, stop and look around.

"Tear down this wall!"

"yes!"

Others immediately came up to take action.

The shop owner immediately realized something was wrong and quietly moved outside.

Zhang Yong seemed to have eyes behind his back and made a gesture. The shop owner was immediately held down firmly and then tied up.

"Bang! Bang!"

"Crash..."

Here, the wall was quickly demolished.

A bunch of messy things fell out of it.

There are pistols, bullets, and some banknotes. There are all kinds of them.

"It was smashed here too!"

"yes!"

Keep smashing the wall.

A radio station was found inside.

The shopkeeper, who was tightly tied up, finally closed his eyes helplessly when he saw it.

It's over...

It's all over...

The other party is really a ghost!

He actually knows everything he has hidden!

There are weapons and radios, so it's useless to deny it.

Zhang Yong came to the spy and spoke only two words: "Where's the money?"

Spy:???

What?

What did you say? Money?

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Got two big slaps in the face.

His cheeks became red and swollen on the spot, and his teeth were almost knocked out.

"money!"

"money!"

"money!"

Zhang Yong grabbed the Japanese spy by the collar and roared like Ma Jingtao!

Damn it. Don't pretend to be stupid with me. I'm in a very bad mood. I urgently need millions of dollars to comfort me.

At this time, even the most beautiful women are not easy to use because they have to sweat and exert their own strength.

Only the white ocean can inspire the spirit.

Of course, gold bars, US dollars, pounds, etc. are also acceptable...

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

He slapped the spy a few more times.

Mad, I hate this kind of ignorant spy the most!

Not conscious at all.

Where have all the self-conscious spies gone?

"money!"

This was the last time he reminded the other party.

If the other party is still not enlightened, then he will have to be sent to the underworld for further interrogation.

"Here, next door, next door..."

"Next door, next door..."

Fortunately, at the last moment, the spy finally came to his senses.

It turns out this guy wants money!

You didn't tell me earlier!

If you tell me earlier, you won't have to be beaten so badly.

By the way, what kind of pervert is the other party? I feel like I can knock myself out with just one slap...

"Specific location."

"I'll take you there. I'll take you there."

The spy spoke hurriedly, fearing that the other party would slap him again if he disagreed.

He hurriedly found the place where he hid the money.

Others started digging immediately.

Soon, bags after bags of ocean were dug out.

There are five bags in total. Each bag is about 3,000 coins. The total is 15,000. Not too much.

But there is legal currency. It is still real. It was not pirated by the Japanese invaders themselves. There are about 50,000 more.

Scrape them all away.

Leave nothing behind.

"What else?"

"No more. No more..."

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Got two more slaps.

What bothers me the most is trying to muddle through.

Do you think you can safely pass the customs by handing over the legal currency and the ocean? Just kidding...

Do you think I, Zhang Yong, have never caught a Japanese spy?

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Keep fighting.

The main goal is to beat the spy until he confesses.

Sure enough, after a while, the spy finally confessed again.

Find some dollars.

Found some pounds.

But there are no gold bars.

No matter how I tried, the spies said no.

So we continued to fight until the Japanese invaders no longer had any breath.

The radar map shows that the red dot disappears.

Huh?

Just beat him to death?

No way? A slap in the face can kill someone? Ridiculous...

The system adds too much power.

It doesn't matter. If you die, you will die. Anyway, he is a spy. He deserves to die.

Close the team.

Continue to find other spies.

I can’t believe it, I couldn’t find any gold bars today…

Get in the car.

Set off.

Continue to find the next spy.

If caught, beat him.

Torture requires money.

Just keep beating. Keep beating. Beat until everything comes out.

It's a pity that I caught several spies in a row, but they didn't get much profit. I feel very unhappy. The spies are really getting poorer and poorer.

Mud, you are so poor and you are here to be a spy! You deserve to be beaten to death.

So he continued to beat him until he died.

Still very unhappy.

The more I fight, the more uncomfortable I become.

What the hell, they are all poor and have no money!

It's useless no matter how many people you kill...

"Report!"

Suddenly a military policeman came in a hurry.

I actually came here on a three-wheeled motorcycle. It’s a very familiar motorcycle.

Taking a closer look, Zhang Yong discovered that this was not a BMW motorcycle?

It seems that he extorted the German cargo ship at Wusongkou Pier and moved it off the cargo ship.

There were a total of 300 vehicles at that time. Some of them had been used before, but then they gradually disappeared.

There is no need for these three-wheeled motorcycles on the battlefield.

Unexpectedly, I saw it in Hankou. Many past events reappeared before my eyes.

"What's up?"

"Your Majesty the Reporting Commissioner, Commander Qian asks you to go to Kuixing Tower urgently to attend the press conference."

"Press conference?"

"Yes. If you have questions, please call this number."

"good!"

Zhang Yong asked someone to put the phone through.

A moment later, Commander Qian was on the other end of the phone.

Take the phone.

"Commander, it's me, Zhang Yong..."

"Shaolong, come to Kuixing Tower. The press conference has begun."

"It's not about canceling..."

"The committee later decided to hold the meeting as scheduled. Representatives from various countries were also invited to participate."

"oh……"

"Come here! Kuixing Tower!"

"good!"

Zhang Yong agreed.

Find Commander Qian's location on the radar map.

The result was not found. Mainly because there were too many white spots. They were layered one after another. They were quickly distinguished.

The radar map does not have a search function. It cannot search automatically.

Forget it, let’s talk about it when we get to Kuixing Tower.

Get in the car.

Set off.

Du Shanglong knows where Kuixing Tower is.

Walk through the streets and alleys.

Have a smooth journey.

Arrive near Kuixing Tower.

Check the radar map. No red dots found.

It seems that there are no hidden Japanese invaders attending the press conference. It is really rare.

But there are many people in Kuixing Tower. They are all densely packed with white spots.

There are also some armed white spots. They are probably military police.

Outside Kuixing Tower, there were military police standing guard. At the same time, agents from the military command were also seen.

By the way, who is the station commander of the Hankou Station of Military Command at this moment?

I am a bit ignorant. I actually don’t know who he is.

The car arrived at the entrance of Kuixing Tower.

Du Shanglong and others got out of the car first and were on alert around them.

Zhang Yong then slowly got out of the car.

The surroundings, which were noisy at first, suddenly became quiet.

"Who's coming?"

"Zhang Yong."

"Which Zhang Yong?"

"That's Zhang Yong."

"Which one?"

"that!"

Someone was heard whispering.

I ignored him and slowly entered Kuixing Tower.

Wherever he passed, the noisy crowd immediately fell silent. There were only whispers.

"Who's coming?"

"Zhang Yong..."

"he……"

Then there was no other sound.

Everyone kept their mouths shut and did not dare to speak easily.

This Zhang Yong is not a good person!

Super evil star.

Not only was he cruel to the Japanese invaders, he was also cruel to his own people.

In full view of the public, he dared to kill the backbone of the party. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was the number one murderer.

Needless to say, the ruthlessness of killing the Japanese invaders. One word, surrender!

Stand up straight. Look straight. Come to the podium and sit down. Right in the middle.

There is a nameplate in front of the seat with the two characters "Zhang Yong" written on it.

On the left is Commander Qian. On the right is Zhang Zhen.

Zhang Zhen is also from the Military Police Headquarters. He seems to be the Deputy Commander of the Military Police?

If the historical trajectory does not change, then after Gu Zhenglun is transferred, he will take over as the commander of the military police.

Quiet.

Dead silence.

There were four to five hundred people in the hall.

However, after Zhang Yong entered the hall, there was no more obvious sound.

Even the sound of breathing was deliberately suppressed.

"Commissioner Zhang..."

"Hello, uncle."

"Hey, hey..."

Zhang Zhen Machinery’s answer.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yong actually called him uncle.

My heart that was originally hanging gradually relaxed.

That's right. My surname is Zhang. Zhang Yong is also surnamed Zhang. We were in the same family five hundred years ago.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is Zhang Yong's uncle.

"Shaolong, let's start!"

"good."

[To be continued]
Chapter completed!