Chapter 782: The committee first disagreed

The car moved slowly forward.

A red dot appeared at the edge of the map. But there was no annotation.

Zhang Yong frowned inwardly. Who is this? It must not be the kidnapper. Because all the kidnappers, he had made temporary annotations.

The reason why he was able to quickly locate the two kidnappers, the Japanese invaders, just now was because there were annotations.

He continued to get closer. Then he felt that the surrounding scene was a bit familiar.

Then, he saw the sign for Jinling Girls' High School again.

Oh, it should be Fang Muyu.

The first beautiful Japanese spy he victimised. Very impressive.

Her disguise was that of a teacher at Jinling Girls' High School. Previously, the tagging function had not been activated in the system. Therefore, she was not tagged.

He immediately tagged her. In the future, as long as she appears at the edge of the map, he will be able to detect her immediately.

I suddenly thought of something. Has her mission been cancelled?

Logically speaking, she is now unable to carry out her mission of seduction. It can't continue.

At the same time, due to the influence of the February 26th Incident, the entire Special High School seems to have been temporarily placed under house arrest. Including Lin Xiaoyan.

Fang Muyu should also be affected. I wonder what will happen in the future?

If the Special High School is annexed by the military, these female spies who originally belonged to the Special High School will definitely be abandoned.

The military and the Special High Police have a grudge against each other. Of course, they won't let it go.

Right now, including Lin Xiaoyan, Tenri Keiko and others, they are in a difficult situation.

If the Special High Police destroy Fang Muyu's file before it is annexed, then there may not be many people on the Japanese side who know her identity.

The same goes for the others.

I wonder if they will eliminate their own files? Or hide them?

If they were targeted by the Japanese military, how would they react?

Could they be used?

Anyway, I can offer them a big pie!

After the defeat of the Japanese military, the Metropolitan Police Department was re-established, and they could continue to monitor the military.

By then, the military's power would have been swept away, and there would still be a US military presence in the country. The military's power would be severely curbed. The Metropolitan Police Department would be able to hold its head high.

Hehe. This big pie is really beautiful. I wonder if they'll want to eat it.

I'll have a chat with them sometime...

Suddenly, I spotted the target.

There's a red dot marked with kidnappers.

I've captured another one.

Immediately approach.

Seven kidnappers were killed four. Now there are three. Zhang Yong is ready to capture alive.

Raise the binoculars and observe carefully.

Found the target is busy in a bakery. Busy all over with sweat.

Damn! Being a spy is also so active.

He just escaped and is back to work. What a fucking model worker!

Does he think he can fool us?

Haha. He's dreaming!

The target has no weapon sign. However, about 30 metres away from him, in a rice shop selling rice, there is a weapon sign.

It is likely that the Japanese spy hid the weapon nearby. He is crafty.

Underneath the rice bags in the rice shop, no one would normally stir them.

If things got out of hand, the Japanese spy would go to the neighbouring rice shop, reach under the rice bags and take out the pistol.

If a weapon was found during a search, it would be the rice shop's problem. It would have nothing to do with the Japanese spy.

This Japanese spy is not only cunning, but also deliberately trying to frame someone else.

Damn, if we catch him, we'll make him taste the ten tortures of the Manchurian Qing dynasty.

Look around. There's nothing unusual.

Zhang Yong discusses the situation with Lu Keming. He decides to go over there first. He will control the target.

Lu Keming can't do it. Neither can the others.

The Japanese spy is very vigilant. He might recognise them.

Only Zhang Yong doesn't look like an agent.

What if the other person recognises Zhang Yong? Then there's no choice.

He'll have to take out his gun immediately and shoot the target dead.

The other person doesn't have a gun, so Zhang Yong is still confident that he can deal with it.

They have come to an agreement.

Zhang Yong walked out of the alley and walked straight over.

He didn't walk behind the Japanese spy. Because he needed to be able to shoot at any time. The angle wasn't right. He might hit someone else.

So Zhang Yong walked at an angle. He could shoot.

The Japanese spy saw Zhang Yong. But he didn't care.

Zhang Yong really didn't look like an agent.

Zhang Yong walked towards the Japanese spy.

He came to the front of the bakery and looked in.

The Japanese spy asked, 'What do you want?'

'What fillings do you have?' Zhang Yong looks at the buns.

'Meat buns, vegetable buns, we have them all.'

'What fillings do the ones behind you have?'

'The same. Vegetable buns, meat buns.'

'How much are they?'

'20 cents for a meat bun. 10 cents for a vegetable bun.'

'Give me two meat buns.'

Zhang Yong takes out a 50-cent note. It's not legal tender. It's the old currency from before.

Although the French currency had already been introduced, the old currency could still be used in general transactions. Large coins were more popular.

The Japanese spy took the banknote and turned to get the buns.

Zhang Yong immediately took out the hawthorn stick from his space and hit him on the back of the head.

It was clean and swift.

As quick as the wind.

Poof!

Japanese spy: !@#¥%...

Something felt wrong.

But it was already too late. The person was already unconscious.

Zhang Yong did not rush up to help immediately. He was afraid that the other party was cheating.

The Japanese spy collapsed limply on the ground.

The boss of the bakery: ?

What's going on?

He was about to scream when a group of people rushed up.

He was suddenly scared silly. He stayed there motionless.

The crowd immediately went up and arrested the Japanese spy, handcuffed him. Then they tied him up in five ways. A rag was stuffed in his mouth.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yong went to the nearby rice shop and found the weapon symbol, which was in a bag of old rice. The bag was quite big.

He directly called the boss over and turned the rice bag upside down. Sure enough, there was a bag inside. Zhang Yong took the bag out. Inside was indeed a pistol.

'You didn't see anything. You don't know anything. Understand?'

'Yes, yes, yes,'

the boss said hurriedly, his face pale.

Zhang Yong took the pistol away. He didn't make things difficult for the other person. The rice shop owner must not know anything.

He waved his hand. He took the Japanese spy away with him.

He couldn't take him back to the headquarters in Chicken and Goose Lane. He could only take him back to the new 026 logistics base.

But there, the equipment and facilities were not complete. It was not suitable for holding Japanese spies. The most critical thing was that there was no one like Shi Bingdao to help him manage the logistics.

He had money in his hands. But there were not enough logistics talents. There were quite a lot of people who could fight and kill.

But where can you find talent?

The best option is of course the Red Party. They have the most talent.

And they are organised. Even if one person can't do it, there will be others to help.

He scratches his nose. Which Red Party members are in Jinling?

Gu Mozhai...

Unfortunately, he has passed away.

The other Red Party members have only met him once. They don't know him well.

If you invite someone without thinking, and ask them to do things for you, they may not be willing. A forced relationship is not a happy one.

Suddenly, a thought occurs to him.

But just as he is about to speak, someone else arrives. A yellow dot appears on the edge of the map.

There is no symbol. It must be a newcomer. Or perhaps there was no time to make a symbol. Now that he has noticed it, it is a complete coincidence.

He remains calm. He doesn't think there is any connection. But then he realises that the other person seems to be heading his way.

It doesn't seem to be moving slowly. Is he travelling by car?

He raises his binoculars to take a closer look. He sees it's the No. 105 tram. Oh, so it's a tram!

The yellow dot is an old policeman. Well, it looks like it. He doesn't look young. Maybe he's 50 years old. There's no one around him. He's not carrying a gun either.

Zhang Yong thinks about it for a while and decides to go up and say hello. He wants to make an impression first. Maybe they'll meet again later.

The other person is probably from the police headquarters. They might be able to work together in the future.

As long as he doesn't reveal his identity, the other person probably won't notice.

He looked around. Perfect. There was a stop for the 105 tram nearby. So he waved his hand. He led the man over.

A little while later, the 105 tram arrived at the stop.

In fact, the driver had noticed something at the stop a long time ago. A bunch of Zhongshan suits. Suddenly, he became nervous.

Zhang Yong waved his hand. The driver hurriedly got off.

'It's nothing to do with you. Routine inspection,' Zhang Yong said loudly.

Then he led the man onto the tram.

He glanced at everyone. Including the old policeman.

'Everyone with ID, take it out. Routine check. Don't be nervous. I'm arresting a Japanese spy.'

After saying this, he pointed at the old policeman and said, 'Your ID, let me see.'

The old policeman stood up and took out his ID. He handed it to Zhang Yong doubtfully. Without saying a word,

Zhang Yong took it. He opened it and found that the name was Huang Benkuan.

Huh? It seems to ring a bell?

Did someone mention it before?

Oh, that person. When he was introduced to the criminal investigators, he mentioned this name.

At the time, a staff officer of the Military Senate was killed. The circumstances were suspicious. Zhang Yong was asked to investigate. Zhang Yong didn't know how to investigate on his own. So he sought outside help. That person introduced this name. But then it was missed. It was about to be forgotten. I didn't expect to encounter it here.

I didn't expect that the other person was a member of the Red Party.

Okay, Huang Benkuan.

I'll remember.

He handed the ID back to the other person, 'Please check everyone.'

'What are you checking for, sir?' Huang Benkuan took back his ID.

'Weapons,' Zhang Yong said, making up an excuse. 'If someone is concealing a weapon, they are highly suspicious.'

'Understood,' Huang Benkuan said, and began checking everyone one by one.

Zhang Yong took out his revolver. He held it in his hands. It was as if he was about to shoot at any moment.

Seeing this, the people around him also drew their guns without exception. Everyone was on high alert.

Suddenly, everyone on the tram became nervous.

What was going on?

What if there really is a Japanese spy hiding...

Is he going to shoot everyone? Oh no!

If there's a random shooting, everyone will be finished!

Everyone is silent.

They are trembling.

Fortunately, nothing happened. No weapons were found.

This is for sure. If someone on the tram had a gun, Zhang Yong would not dare to get on! He doesn't want to die.

'Thank you!'

Zhang Yong says to Huang Benkuan.

Then he got out of the car. He waved to the driver, indicating that he could drive off.

The driver, as if he had been granted a pardon, hurriedly got into the car and started the engine. However, soon after driving off, the car suddenly came to a halt.

Zhang Yong: ???

What's going on?

I told you to go, but you didn't want to?

Then he saw the driver, with a sad face, get out of the car and check it out.

Oh, the car broke down.

It couldn't have broken down at a better time.

Zhang Yong didn't care. The car broke down. It's normal. Especially for this kind of public transport. It's weird if it doesn't break down.

At that time, the technology of automobiles was definitely not as advanced as in later generations. It was normal for some problems to occur. Things like breaking down halfway were still common in the 1980s and 1990s. Not to mention now? However, in this way, Huang Benkuan was unable to leave.

Sure enough, Huang Benkuan came down to have a smoke. I guess he's an old smoker too. I don't think there's anyone in criminal investigation who doesn't smoke. The young actors in TV dramas these days will become old smokers after a few years. There's no way around it, cigarettes really help to relieve anxiety and loneliness!

So I waved at Huang Benkuan, signaling for him to come over. Then I asked, 'Where are you going? Home?'

'No. I'm going to Qinghai Road,' Huang Benkuan replied.

Zhang Yong's mind ticked.

Qinghai Road? Huh? Just now...

Oh, just now Ye Wansheng and the others were there.

He himself was shooting at a long distance at Ye Wansheng, but unfortunately missed.

What was Huang Benkuan doing going to Qinghai Road?

Meeting someone? Looking for someone?

Observing the situation?

'Oh, you're going to help the Special Agents Headquarters there!' Zhang Yong said casually, 'They were all near Qinghai Road just now...'

He noticed a slight change in Huang Benkuan's eyes. But it quickly returned to normal.

Sure enough, he was going to meet someone at Qinghai Road or something.

He might have been targeted by the Secret Service Headquarters.

Or perhaps another member of the underground party had been targeted by the Secret Service Headquarters.

Although Ding Mucun and Li Shiqun had now gone independent and set up a Postal Inspection Office (3rd Office), the guys from the original Party Affairs Investigation Office were still very experienced when it came to catching red party members. Indeed, they were the ones in the ascendant.

'Don't go over there,' Zhang Yong said directly.

'But...' Huang Benkuan hesitated.

'You go help them over there, and you might as well help us at the Secret Service,' Zhang Yong said. 'My name is Zhang Yong. I'm from the Secret Service of the Fuxing Society. I don't get along well with them over there. Just now, I shot Ye Wansheng. Unfortunately, I missed. If you help them, you're my enemy.'

'This...' Huang Benkuan was at a loss for words.

Countless pieces of information flashed through his mind. He needed to process it all.

So it turns out that he is Zhang Yong!

This guy, he actually shot Ye Wansheng?

He really doesn't care about the consequences!

Ye Wansheng is Ye Xiufeng's nephew, and he dared to shoot him directly?

He doesn't care about the consequences...

But fortunately, this guy gave him a warning, otherwise, he might have been targeted by the secret agents.

He did go to Qinghai Road to meet someone. He originally thought it was safe. He didn't expect that someone was already watching him. I don't know how the comrade he was meeting is doing. Has he been arrested? Or...

'Did they arrest many people?'

'I don't know. I didn't see. I fired a shot from a distance. Ye Wansheng just ran away.'

Zhang Yong told the truth.

He really didn't know if anyone from the underground party had been arrested.

'Then I'm not going.'

'You...'

Zhang Yong was about to speak when he suddenly noticed a red dot appear at the edge of the map.

Huh? A mark? Check. It turned out to be Wu Yuanfu (Sakata Kazuo) again. He frowned inwardly. What on earth is this guy up to?

Soon, Wu Yuanfu disappeared from the map again. He was clearly just passing by.

'Follow me.'

'What for?'

'Come with me to catch the Japanese spy.'

'This...'

'I am now carrying out the orders of the Office of the Imperial Bodyguard. You must obey my deployment.'

'Yes,'

Huang Benkuan agreed.

He was secretly puzzled.

What did this guy want to pull himself into?

"Go!'

Zhang Yong told everyone to get in the car.

Seeing the damaged tram, Zhang Yong suddenly felt that he could get a bus.

Cars and the like were too small for transporting people. At most, five people. To send out fifty people, you would need a lot of cars. Where would you get so many cars?

Oh, there were no buses these days. However, there were trams. There were also coal-fired buses. Well, they were coal-fired. It seems that there were no petrol-fired ones. Compared to the future year 2024, there was no lack of backwardness. A lot of things were unfamiliar.

Or maybe a truck would work?

Trucks can also carry people...

Wait.

Suddenly, he sees a truck nearby.

No problem. Just go over there. Seize it. It turns out that there is no owner. He asks the people nearby, but no one knows whose truck it is.

Okay, an ownerless truck. That mediocre guy just drives away. Fortunately, he can drive a big truck.

Sure enough, he can load up the two small teams in one truck.

He drives the truck. Starts driving in circles.

The Japanese spy can't have gone far. He must be nearby.

Sure enough, after searching for a while, the fourth Japanese spy is finally found. He is having dinner in a café.

The map shows a mark. There is no doubt about it.

The Japanese spy is wearing a suit. He is wearing a tie. He is wearing leather shoes. He looks quite formal.

Look around. The Bank of Communications is right next to him. Could it be that this guy is actually an employee of the Bank of Communications?

The Bank of Communications is currently managed by the Kong family, right? Or is it the Song family?

Huh, I can't tell.

Anyway, it's their turn to be in charge.

Look at the time. Oh, it's night again.

Almost 5:30. No wonder the Japanese spy is already having dinner.

Amazing. He's actually hidden here.

He's even working at the Bank of Communications.

Damn, I've got you!

Suddenly, I see Kong Fansong. And Kong Zhiliang. They're just leaving the Bank of Communications.

Kong Fansong also sees Zhang Yong. He immediately comes over.

Zhang Yong had no choice but to go up to him.

This man on the other side was the real god of wealth!

The Kong and Song families took turns running the Ministry of Finance. They held Chiang Kai-shek's moneybags in their hands.

'Shaolong,' Kong Fansong said, greeting him first. He seemed very enthusiastic.

'Director Kong,' Zhang Yong said, hurrying a few steps.

There was no choice, after all, it was about money!

As long as Kong Fansong issued a few more tasks, he could make a little money again.

'Why are you here?'

'To arrest someone.'

'Who?'

'The one inside.'

Zhang Yong points Kong Fansong in the direction of the man.

After all, the man is an employee of the Bank of Communications. It is only right to say hello.

Kong Fansong sees him. Frowns. He doesn't know this man. No connection.

Kong Zhiliang also shakes his head. Indicating that he doesn't know him either.

'What crime did he commit?'

'He is a Japanese spy. Together with six other Japanese spies, he kidnapped the salesman of Springfield, USA, Michael Farland. The hostage has now been rescued. But he was badly tortured by the Japanese invaders. He is covered in bruises. He has been taken to the Elisabeth Hospital. Foreign journalists are reporting on the incident. It may trigger a public outcry. I have already reported to Director Lin of the Executive Office. Now we need to arrest the people involved and close the case.'

'Do you need any help?'

'I don't think so. I can do it myself.'

'Okay. Thanks for telling me the truth.'

'You should.'

Zhang Yong's face was full of sincerity.

Kong Fansong was the one footing the bill, so it didn't matter if he was told.

This matter could be big or small. He didn't want Kong Fansong to get involved. Although he wouldn't get involved.

The Kong family was the Kong family after all, and it was impossible for such a trivial matter to implicate him.

However, the officialdom was full of political opponents. It was right to be careful.

Sometimes, if you're not careful, your opponents may find something on you. And then you'll be in trouble. Take the Wang family, for example.

Kong Fansong took a cheque from his breast pocket and slipped it into Zhang Yong's hand.

Zhang Yong didn't look at it, but accepted it with a smile.

It was the right thing to do.

This was the advantage of reporting information. Everyone understood the rules of the underworld.

'Let's meet up sometime,'

'I appreciate the offer, but I can't. My current position doesn't allow me to associate with you openly,'

Zhang Yong remained honest.

Kong Fansong thought about it for a moment and nodded. He agreed.

Indeed.

The general situation is like this.

Zhang Yong is from the secret service. He belongs to a secret department.

If he gets too close to other people, he will definitely be a taboo. The committee chairman disagreed at the outset.

'If you need my help with something, that's fine.'

'Now that you mention it, I do have something to ask you. You go ahead. I'll talk to you after I'm done.'

'Okay.'

Zhang Yong's eyebrows opened wide with joy.

She was happy to help. It was good money.

She saw the two men off. Zhang Yong looked down at the cheque. It was very good. It was for 500 silver dollars.

It was a cheque from the Bank of Communications itself. It could be cashed at any time.

The god of wealth was the god of wealth indeed! He carried the cheque with him at all times. A message was worth 500 silver dollars.

He was very pleased. He was overjoyed.

He put it away carefully.

He led the way into the café.

Arrest them!