Chapter 278: I'm counting on you to get rich

Haha!

Zhang Yong really wants to laugh. Really.

Damn it. Take me for an idiot.

And Comrade Creeper, the Party commands you to evacuate immediately.

Haha.

A late-night phone call. Straight to the point.

Not even a code word. You could at least say something like 'Your third aunt is seriously ill, come back quickly!'

Resist the urge to laugh.

Take a deep breath.

Act serious.

Okay. Answer you.

'Sorry, I'm not a creeper. I'm a pangolin.'

'...'

No response from the other side. I guess they're too dumb to get it.

Haha. Fucking pangolin. I'm a platypus. Wait. I'll come up with a bunch of codes for you right away.

You can slowly check against the codes. It'll blow your mind.

'Please be careful, Party organisation. I will immediately notify more than 300 comrades, including the owl, the rollercoaster, the woodpecker, the flame, the fisherman, the postman, the viper, the wasp, the cobra, the rattlesnake, the sparrow and the magpie, to evacuate. They are all undercover in the Fuxing Society. There are also more than 300 people undercover in the Party Affairs Investigation Department. Just a signal and they can all withdraw.'

'...'

The other party remained silent.

I guess he really has no idea what to say.

More than 300 people?

All in the Society for Restoration of the Republic?

And more than 300 people in the Party Affairs Investigation Office?

'DING DING DING!'

'DING DING DING!'

A busy tone came through. The other end of the line hung up.

Zhang Yong held the receiver. He rested his legs on the table. He tilted his head. He wondered who had called.

Was it the Party Affairs Investigation Office?

Or someone from within the Society for Restoration of the Republic?

Who was so stupid as to come up with such a childish screening method?

It definitely wasn't Mao Renfeng. He wasn't that stupid.

Such a test was useless. The only effect it would have was to alert the enemy.

Huh?

It seems like I've figured something out.

The other party's goal isn't actually to screen people. It's to alert the enemy.

Whether Li Boqi is really a real climber or not, if he receives such a phone call, he is likely to show abnormalities. He will reveal a little information.

Then, the real climber may be affected. And thus show abnormal behaviour.

Is that so? I don't know. My IQ is too low.

Forget it. Never mind. I'm not a member of the Red Party anyway. I don't think anyone suspects him of being a member of the Red Party for the time being.

He puts the receiver down.

Then he picks it up again.

'Operator?'

'Hello. This is Captain Zhang...'

'Is Team Leader Chen there?'

'Team Leader Chen has already left for the day. What can I do for you?'

'Where was the call to Team Leader Li's office just now routed from? Did you transfer it?'

'No. It came in directly from an outside line.'

'I see. Thanks!'

'You're welcome.'

Zhang Yong hung up the phone.

An outside line?

So it really was the Fuxing Society or the Party Affairs Department?

Only calls from within the system could come in directly. There was no need for the switchboard to transfer it. No. Even if it was a call from the Party Affairs Department, it would need to be transferred by the switchboard.

Because the Fuxing Society and the Party Affairs Department were not in the same system. The phones were set up separately.

In that case, it's an internal investigation by the Party Affairs Department.

No, Li Boqi couldn't sleep again. I haven't slept either. How can you sleep when you're in charge?

Without saying anything, they continued to call and shake Li Boqi.

'Ring, ring...'

'Ring, ring...'

After a long time, someone finally answered.

Li Boqi's voice sounded like a volcano about to erupt.

'Team leader, it's me!' Zhang Yong's mouth curled up in a smile.

'You'd better give me a good reason.' Li Boqi thought he wanted to kill him.

'Just now, a phone call came into your office, saying that the party organisation notified Comrade Creeper to evacuate quickly,' Zhang Yong lightly conveyed.

'You idiot!' Li Boqi scolded angrily, 'Who is so stupid?'

'I don't know. I asked the switchboard. It said it was an external dedicated line. They didn't transfer it.'

'Those people in Jige Lane are really bored!'

'Team leader, you'll lose your head if you say the wrong thing.'

'I'll kill you first!'

'Then I told them that the Party organisation had 300 people in the Fuxing Society and another 300 in the Special Agents Headquarters...'

'You...'

Li Boqi hung up the phone.

He didn't want to listen to the other person's nonsense. This little guy was definitely doing it on purpose.

He was deliberately not letting him take leave.

He was deliberately not letting him sleep at night.

This little guy is really getting out of line! But! Trying to interrupt my vacation is out of the question...

'Hey!'

'Hey!'

Zhang Yong grinned smugly over here.

Relying on the love and affection of his leaders, he can do whatever he wants.

Li Boqi is pretty good in every way except for the fact that he wears a deadpan expression all day long. Although he was once so scared that he peed his pants, he has long since forgotten about it.

Get up.

Stretch.

Let's go.

Get ready to go back to sleep.

I still have to keep busy tomorrow. I still have to catch the spy.

What a life...

Back at the dormitory entrance. The door is locked.

Oh, Li Jingzhi is already asleep. I guess the girl he brought back is in there too. He'd better find another place.

Find another dormitory and get by for the night. He'll get used to it.

Press the pistol under the pillow. Sleepily falls asleep. When he wakes up, it's already dawn.

He got up. He tidied his clothes. He washed his face with cold water. He brushed his teeth.

He went to have breakfast.

He was not yet fully in the mood.

But that was fine. He was the leader. In Li Boqi's absence, he was the biggest one.

The leader could be inconsiderate and unrestrained.

Suddenly he saw Kou Xingde.

The head of the operations team waved at him mysteriously.

So Zhang Yong went over. Koechlin slipped him an envelope and whispered, 'Buddy, this is yours. We'll split it.'

'What is it?' Zhang Yong looked down and opened the envelope to find it was filled with bank notes.

Holy shit, they were all 100 yuan notes. From the Fenghui Bank. There were 20 of them. That's 2,000 yuan!

He looked at Koechlin in disbelief. The guy, he's rich?

'Your method worked well,' Koxinga grinned in satisfaction, "we received the first payment, a full 10,000 silver dollars!'

'Damn, the Japanese spies are really rich!" Zhang Yong couldn't help but exclaim.

Koxinga had definitely blackmailed the Nightingale.

The Nightingale was a Japanese spy. There was nothing she could do but resign herself to her fate.

10,000 silver dollars really wasn't much.

'Be careful of her retaliation,' Zhang Yong warned, 'she won't give in easily.'

'Understood,' said Koxingde, nodding. Looking around, he said mysteriously, 'I have a feeling that there may be a big fish behind her...'

'You're right. That Duan Tiansheng is also Japanese. Be careful, he may stab you in the back.'

'Oh? Duan Tiansheng is also Japanese?'

'That's right. He is.'

'No wonder. Hehe.'

Koxingde's mouth curled up in a sneer.

These people are experts at dirty work. They all have special skills.

If they didn't know that Duan Tiansheng was Japanese, they might have been attacked. But now that they knew, they were naturally on their guard. They focused on the task at hand.

'Let's go. Thanks to you. Remember to call on us again if you have a job like this next time.'

'Don't worry. There are a lot of Japanese spies.'

'Okay. We'll count on you to make a fortune. Haha!'

'See you!'

Zhang Yong nodded with a smile.

It was unlikely that they would make a fortune. They would just make a small fortune.

A hundred or two, three or four hundred each time. Oh, I'm talking about US dollars. If it's silver dollars, it'll be a thousand or two, three or four thousand each time...

'Captain!'

Someone suddenly called out. It was Luo Yiming's voice.

Oh, today I'll test this guy. I'll see how good his foundation really is.

'Eat breakfast first. Eat until you're full.'

'Yes!'

Luo Yiming sat down obediently.

Zhang Yong also sat down to eat.

Afterwards, they went to the training ground. It was just behind.

The first test was marksmanship.

Pistol shooting, from a distance of 30 metres. In the end, he barely passed.

Luo Yiming shot with a Browning M1903 pistol, 13 rounds, and scored a total of over 70 rings. It was passable.

Of course, this was a fixed target. It was stationary. In a real battle, no one would stand still. However, the Fuxing Society captured people. It has always relied on the strength of the crowd. No one would fight alone.

The assessment was over. Luo Yiming was officially processed.

Li Boqi was not there. He was responsible for all the signatures. Anyway, he was not afraid.

He told Luo Yiming to go to the logistics department to collect various application items. Zhang Yong stayed at the training ground.

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

Raising the gun and shooting.

Thirty metres away. Half of the bullets hit the target.

In terms of shooting results alone, it was not bad. However, target practice and actual combat were completely different.

At the shooting range, at a distance of ten metres, after some training, you can basically hit the target with two hands. Not to mention one hand.

But in a real firefight, when you suddenly encounter the enemy running around, you can only hold the gun in one hand. And even your stance is unstable. You stagger. You stumble. Your hit rate is basically negligible.

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

'Bang!' Change the magazine. Keep shooting.

It's basically pointless. The training time is too short. And there's no systematic arrangement.

At this moment, what he pays more attention to is still the close-range gunfight. That is, within ten metres. Or even within five metres. It's two shots to the torso. One shot to the head.

Strictly speaking, it's about who reacts faster. The melee is almost hand-to-hand combat. It's extremely dangerous.

A difference of 0.00001 seconds could mean the difference between life and death.

Yesterday, at the Wan Guo nightclub, he seemed to have done quite well. He was extremely fast with his gun.

The four men from the Tien Di Gang were all taken down before they could react. Although it was an ambush, it shows that his speed with the gun is quite good.

Of course, that was before he encountered a real master. He would kneel if he met a master.

'Report!'

Wu Liuqi suddenly arrived.

Zhang Yong nodded.

Wu Liuqi said, 'Captain, that Qiu Shuqing wants to see you.'

'Which one?' Zhang Yong didn't think of it for a moment.

'He is the boss of Fenglai Building.'

'Oh, him? What does he want with me?'

'He didn't say. He just said he wants to see you.'

'I see.'

Zhang Yong turned around and went to the prison cell.

There were many acquaintances in the prison cell. Most of them were captured by Zhang Yong.

However, Zhang Yong basically did not take part in the interrogations. Therefore, after being captured, Zhang Yong did not really understand the situation. He also did not ask too many questions.

He arrived at Qiu Shuqing's cell. His Japanese name was Akita Ichiro. After being captured, he had never spoken.

Now, for some reason, this old man suddenly wanted to cooperate?

Seeing Zhang Yong arrive, Akita Ichiro hurriedly stood up.

'Looking for me?'

'I have something to say to you.'

'Speak.'

'I'll only tell you.'

'Okay!'

Zhang Yong nodded.

Wu Liuqi stepped back.

'I, I...'

'Don't waste my time.'

'I know a high-ranking official who has been bought off. To provide us with strategic-level intelligence.'

'What level of high-ranking official?'

'Working in your military senate.'

'Really?'

'Really.'

'What's the name?'

'...'

Akita Ichiro remained silent.

Obviously, he wanted to make a condition.