Chapter 95: Rookies pecking each other

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So, here comes the question...

Why did Ding Mochuan have to take this train?

There must be a reason for this.

If you just go to Nanjing, it is not difficult to wait for the next train.

If there is nothing urgent, who would want to take the same train as Fuxingshe.

unless……

There's someone on the train they want to arrest.

That is, the Red Party.

"Zhong Yang."

"Liu Qi."

"Check weapons and ammunition. Loaded."

Zhang Yong ordered in a low voice.

It is impossible to stop the CCP from arresting people head-on. But it’s okay to cause trouble.

It is easy to destroy but difficult to build. As long as there is chaos, members of the Red Party will have a chance to escape. Then he would think of a way to put a shit basin on Ye Wansheng's head.

What kind of shit basin are you detaining?

Of course he's a spy.

There are so many Japanese spies, it would be a shame not to use them.

"good!"

Zhong Yang and Wu Liuqi whispered orders.

Yang Shanfu looked at Zhang Yong doubtfully.

"There are Japanese spies in the car." Zhang Yong explained calmly.

Actually no...

Totally an excuse.

Anyway, he has the final say in this matter. hey-hey.

"Is there a spy?"

"right."

"Where?"

"exist……"

Zhang Yong was about to point out a few suspicious people. Suddenly, a red dot appeared in the distance.

A black Cadillac drove directly into the station. Park. People in the car get out. There are four people in total. He raised his binoculars and saw three men and one woman.

The one shown by the red dot is actually the woman.

She is tall, beautiful, well-dressed, and elegant...

Oops!

Another Lin Xiaoyan!

How many of the Fruit Party cadres can withstand the test of using such female spies?

Mud...

I have to admit, beauty is really a powerful tool.

As long as it is a man, it is estimated that few can resist it. Even though you know it's poison, you may still be attracted by moths to the flame.

Japanese beauties, even in later generations, are extremely lethal.

Who will be her target?

It must be some big shot.

"Where is the spy?" Yang Shanfu asked.

"Wait a moment." Zhang Yong replied slowly, "I'm not completely sure yet. Further screening is needed."

"Be careful. Don't make a mistake." Yang Shanfu reminded.

"Understood." Zhang Yong nodded.

Pretend to raise the telescope and observe everywhere quietly.

In fact, this is all an excuse.

Zhang Yong gradually felt that he needed to lower his "magical aura".

You need to weaken your special abilities a little bit. Something is wrong.

Otherwise, there will be no way to exploit loopholes in the future.

Everyone must know that, in fact, my special abilities are also limited.

Although I can identify hidden Japanese invaders. However, not everyone can identify it. It is normal to have one or two mistakes. I wonder who can be 100% accurate?

Therefore, it is normal to miss Wen Zhenping and Xu Sheng...

But the female spy in front of me cannot be missed. It was going to be used against Ding Mochuan.

Although she is indeed beautiful and elegant. However, when necessary, one has to resort to ruthless means.

It’s exciting to think about.

I am secretly fighting the future No. 76...

"Woooooooo..."

"Woooooooo..."

The train blew its whistle. ready to go.

Zhang Yong put the telescope. Close your eyes and rest your mind. Silently waiting for the female spy to get in the car.

Surprisingly, she actually sat among the group of female students.

This made Zhang Yong frown secretly. It’s not easy to do anything. It is easy to accidentally injure others.

It would be really difficult if she used a female student as a hostage. There was a hail of bullets, and the hostages might be killed directly.

She is no ordinary person.

She is a hidden spy!

"Bang bang..."

"Bang bang..."

The train gradually accelerated. Exit the station.

Zhang Yong also stood up. Walk out along the aisle. Pretending to be passing by.

Soon, I came among the group of female students. Pretending to be casual, he glanced at the female spy. She noticed it too.

She responded with a smile.

Zhang Yong nodded.

He is indeed a well-trained spy, not a coward at all!

Without the red dot reminder, Zhang Yong would never have believed that she was actually a hidden Japanese. how can that be possible?

How could such a beautiful and young girl be a spy?

"Teacher Fang."

Suddenly someone called.

The one who happened to be called was the female spy.

"Why!"

The female spy responded crisply.

Zhang Yong then remembered her name: Teacher Fang.

She is actually the teacher of these female students. What is the relationship between the other three people?

Pretend to be passing by.

Continuing to walk forward, I suddenly saw Ye Wansheng.

Ye Wansheng also walked along the train aisle. Probably here to check information about the Red Party's targets.

Okay, let's start the fight.

Zhang Yong immediately raised his middle finger towards the opponent.

Ye Wansheng actually didn't quite understand what this action meant. But looking at Zhang Yong's expression, you can tell it's not a good thing.

Zhang Yong opened his mouth and mouthed Ye Wansheng.

This time, Ye Wansheng completely understood. Zhang Yong is greeting his family.

He suddenly couldn't calm down.

"asshole!"

Ye Wansheng was furious. Rush down the aisle. He collided directly with Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong had already prepared. Seeing the opponent's movements, he immediately rushed forward.

If it were anyone else, Zhang Yong would definitely not dare to confront him head-on.

He is absolutely no match for others.

But it just so happened that Ye Wansheng's physical fitness wasn't that good either.

He was able to get the position of captain just because he was Ye Xiufeng's nephew. It's not something that was trained in the military.

Compared with Zhang Yong, the two of them are basically the same. Rookies peck each other.

Immediately, the two men struggled fiercely.

"Made, the secret service headquarters is amazing!"

"It's amazing to catch the red party!"

Zhang Yong shouted while beating.

Just in time to hold Ye Wansheng's hair with one hand. Then he took out his crotch.

"ah……"

Ye Wansheng screamed.

But the vital parts of his lower body were tightly grasped. It hurts beyond belief.

The people around me couldn't stand it anymore.

Who are these two? Are you still shameless? Fight in public! He also took out his crotch!

"Zhang Yong!"

"Zhang Yong!"

Yang Shanfu and others rushed over.

Over there, Ding Mochuan also came with people.

The two groups of people finally separated the two.

In the end, Ye Wansheng still suffered a loss.

Zhang Yong's physical fitness is incomparable to others. But it's still better than Ye Wansheng.

The key is that Zhang Yong came up with all kinds of underhanded tricks.

What? Shameful? Have no idea!

Can’t beat it through formal channels. It can only be this way.

If he had the ability of Yan Shuangying, he would have taken off long ago.

Isn’t that true?…

"Son of a bitch……"

"Son of a bitch……"

Ye Wansheng kept gasping in pain.

Zhang Yong clapped his hands. Very disgusted. All right. That's exactly what it is. dirty. Grabbing someone else's balls.

"I'm not done with you..."

"Okay, see you in Nanjing."

"You, ah, ah..."

Ye Wansheng kept sucking in the cold air in pain. It's not easy to speak.

I don’t know who it was, but suddenly let go of his hand. Zhang Yong took the opportunity to break free. Go up and give Ye Wansheng another kick.

He and Ye Wansheng were definitely not as simple as a fight between two secret service departments. There are also deep personal vendettas.

The last time Wang Defa was arrested, Zhang Yong was almost killed.

Now that I have the opportunity to take revenge, how can I let it go?

Even if the lawsuit went to heaven, he would still have to fight Ye Wansheng to the end. It’s not even easy for Boss Dai to come!

"stop!"

"stop!"

Yang Shanfu shouted loudly. But there was no interception.

He was also in a happy mood when he saw the people at the secret service headquarters suffering a loss.