Zhang Yong knew he had caught a big fish.
The identity of a spy who knows his own name will not be too simple.
If it were a small soldier or something like that, I wouldn't even know who Zhang Yong is. All of them are very stubborn.
The result was probably that he was directly beaten to death by Zhang Yong. Went to the Jingguo Sacred Toilet.
"It seems that we are acquaintances..."
"no……"
"At least, you know my name. It's not easy!"
"I heard it, I heard it..."
"so what?"
"What?"
The spy plays dumb.
It's the only thing he can do.
He didn't know how much Zhang Yong already knew. Therefore, it is often wrong to say too much.
Remaining silent is the way to go.
"You live here?"
"no……"
"This house doesn't belong to you?"
"no……"
"Okay. Let me ask. Whose house is it? Maybe pull out the carrot and bring out the mud..."
"It's mine. It's mine. It's mine..."
The spy quickly changed his story.
Then I realized something was wrong.
If I say so, it means that there is absolutely no three hundred taels of silver here!
Oops……
It finally came out.
Once Zhang Yong goes to track down the owner of this villa, something will definitely happen.
He never thought that he would be caught in this villa. Logically speaking, he should be very safe hiding here.
How safe is it?
No one knows he's here except himself.
Especially since he just came back. I came back very secretly. No one else knows. How did Zhang Yong get involved?
I just returned. Just lie down. Then it was surrounded. This is the time to master...
If someone leaks the secret. Of course it makes sense.
However, it is impossible for anyone to leak the secret! He could tell.
Zhang Yong narrowed his eyes and stared at the spy.
Do you think I'm stupid? Ha ha.
Turn around.
Get ready to make a call.
Zhu Yuan is not in the concession here. But Li Yuanqing is here!
Zhang Yong decided to stick with Li Yuanqing. As long as it is useful, he will not be polite. Li Yuanqing owed him a favor.
The Japanese spy stopped talking.
Seems to want to talk.
Zhang Yong waved his hand and asked someone to gag him.
Don't make a sound.
I don't want to hear any noise now.
Call up.
Find Li Yuanqing.
It took a long time for Li Yuanqing to answer the phone.
"What's up?"
"Captain Li doesn't seem to want to hear me speak?"
"You have something to say. I'm busy."
"Look up an address for me. No. 19 Robertson Road. Who is the registrant?"
"It can't be found in the books."
"Then help me find the person behind it. I need exact information."
"19 Robertson Road?"
"right."
"Sure?"
"Sure."
"That's Zhang Xiaolin's house."
"oh?"
Zhang Yong's expression changed.
Then understand. Some things have formed a closed loop.
Zhang Xiaolin defected to the Japanese invaders. Use the support of the Japanese invaders to strengthen yourself. The Japanese invaders then used him as a cover. Conduct espionage.
Li Yuanqing told him clearly that the registrant of the house was not Zhang Xiaolin. However, the actual owner is Zhang Xiaolin. Therefore, Li Yuanqing's position is very important. Most of the information in the concession can be obtained from him.
"Thanks!"
"Need not."
Li Yuanqing hung up the phone neatly. I was afraid that Zhang Yong would say something else.
Zhang Yong held the microphone. The corners of the mouth are slightly raised.
Haha, do you think you can avoid my harassment like this? Innocent!
I, Zhang Yong, also have a nickname, called Niubi Tang!
What's the meaning? Just very clingy.
As long as someone is stuck to me, no matter if they are male or female, they can't escape.
Look at Shi Bingdao...
He is the big boss of the Red Party. I am also glued to it.
hey-hey.
We don't succeed enough and fail more than we should. We dare to fail in anyone’s business!
return.
Lower your head. Thinking about the spy.
Do you want……
"I killed the man."
"I killed the person."
Suddenly, the spy spoke one after another. The voice was very excited.
Zhang Yong looked up. frown. Confuse.
who? Who did you kill?
"I killed all the people in the Songhu Security Command." the spy repeated.
Zhang Yong still stared at the other party suspiciously.
Did you kill him? Is there any evidence? Don't pretend to be false.
We don't let a bad guy go. Nor does it wrong a good man. Even if you are a spy.
Of course, there is a need to frame someone else's fault.
you……
one person……
Killed more than thirty officers...
Frankly speaking, Zhang Yong didn't believe it.
You are not Yan Shuangying. Not that spider-faced Japanese invader.
Not even close to the Miyamoto family.
Judging from the arrest just now, this spy does have some abilities. However, it is only limited to a few.
Compared with the agents around him, the level of Japanese espionage is almost the same.
In a one-on-one fight, he couldn't beat Lu Hai.
"I, I can take you to find the body." The spy paused and then said.
Zhang Yong raised his wrist and looked at his watch.
Tangled...
This damn spy.
It's obvious that you didn't kill the person, yet you still have to pretend to admit it.
I believe you!
I have something to do tonight. I won’t make any noise with you.
"real!"
"I can give you all the bodies. No one left."
"If there is one less, you can chop me up on the spot. I have no complaints."
The spy reiterated.
His expression was very strange. As if afraid that Zhang Yong wouldn't believe it.
He also speaks very strangely. It seems like he doesn't want to be controlled.
Zhang Yong rolled his eyes.
Damn it, do you have any brains?
If you really killed more than 30 national army officers, do you still want to live?
Even if I don't chop you up right there. The security headquarters will also cut you into pieces. Or Ling Chi's one hundred and eight thousand swords. If I chop you with a knife, it will be easier for you, okay?
The issue is……
This guy might actually know the whereabouts of all the bodies.
Otherwise, he wouldn't dare bite it so hard.
Moreover, Zhang Yong also thought of a little bit. This is what this spy is trying to cover up.
There must be something more important than killing the national army officer.
Otherwise, he wouldn't use this as a shield.
What's the use of a shield?
Divert attention? of course not. It's delaying time.
As long as Zhang Yong takes this spy to find the body, he may waste a lot of time, and then...
There is no time to do other things.
Or other spies will have enough time to deal with the situation. Even evacuate. Run far away.
All of them are human beings. Very cunning.
Tangled...
Forget about Gu Xiaoru for the moment.
The current situation is: should we continue to look for corpses, or should we continue to torture and extort confessions?
The purpose of this spy is to delay time. It is estimated that no valuable clues can be found in a short period of time. He will definitely hold on.
If he died, he wouldn't even be able to find his body.
Tangled...
Countless brain cells died.
Finally decided to do the first thing first. For the rest, let it happen.
"Bang!"
Give the Japanese spy a hard kick.
Mad, this bastard, is delaying my good deeds!
I thought I could do it at night...
"Bang!"
Another kick.
So angry. All good things have been disturbed.
The most disgusting thing about a spy is his complete disregard for other people's time arrangements. Even the best plans were disrupted.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Kicked twice again. Then he went to make a phone call angrily.
Yin Mansion has a telephone. There has been no downtime. It is estimated that the telecommunications bureau is not worried about the phone bill at all.
Indeed, as long as the name Yin Taixi exists, there is no need to worry about money.
Call Citibank. Find Gu Xiaoru.
After a while, Gu Xiaoru came to answer the phone. It was discovered that it was Zhang Yong.
"I haven't gotten off work yet. Don't worry!"
"Sorry, I have something to do tonight. I can't wait until you get off work."
"But, I'm not off work now..."
"I mean, I'll come see you next time..."
"But, I think..."
Gu Xiaoru's voice was weak and filled with resentment. Full of longing.
Zhang Yong:......
I wish I could kick the Japanese spy again.
This bastard!
Sooner or later he will be chopped off!
"That's it. I'll come see you again when I have time."
Zhang Yong hung up the phone cruelly.
return. Kick the Japanese spy fiercely. I almost kicked this guy to death.
As a result, the spy appears to be a masochist. After being kicked several times in succession, he weakly began to confess.
"I still have a little money..."
"where?"
"The secret room of the dining table..."
"oh?"
Zhang Yong reluctantly cheered up.
All right. No womanizing. Then I have to use money to make up for it.
Go to a restaurant.
Take out the hammer. The dining table was smashed directly.
irritable.
The dining table is very thick. Solid wood. I don’t know what kind of wood it is. Very strong. Zhang Yong smashed it several times but failed to break it open.
Substitute. Keep smashing.
"Bang bang bang..."
"Bang bang bang..."
After some earth-shattering violence, it finally broke open.
Sure enough, I found a stack of banknotes in the mezzanine of the dining table. not much. Only three thousand silver dollars. They are all from Hong Kong Bank.
That's fine. Mosquito meat is also meat. It can barely make up for the mental loss.
"that……"
The spy's face was full of flattery.
It can be seen that he really wants to curry favor with Zhang Yong.
The purpose of the flattery was to let Zhang Yong go find the body. Then there is no time for him to care.
Zhang Yong:......
Whatever. Get one thing done after another.
"Where?"
"I'll take you there."
"Walk!"
Zhang Yong escorted the spy into the car.
The car driven by the Japanese spy was also driven away. From then on, the car’s surname was Zhang.
There was no way Zhang Yong was willing to pay for vehicles, weapons, etc. The only option is to rely on seizure. I hope I can save some money bit by bit.
"where?"
"Bolan Street."
"so far?"
"Not far. Not far. Not far..."
The spy was all smiles.
Any idiot can see that he is wasting his time.
Deliberately choose the farthest location. The journey takes an hour. Then look back. And choose the farthest place. Another hour.
In other words, it takes an hour to find a place.
If it were a few more places, seven or eight hours would have passed. It was almost dark.
No, I haven’t had lunch yet. I can only deal with two people casually.
While eating, I called the 206 Logistics Warehouse. The phone has been installed over there.
It happened to be Shi Bingdao who answered the phone. So he asked him to inform Shi Hu to bring his team over.
"Go to Bowling Street."
"knew."
Shi Bingdao answered.
Zhang Yong subconsciously wanted to hang up the phone. Suddenly asked again.
"Is there nothing going on at home?"
"have."
"What's up?
"I'm really too busy. I don't have a lot of head and six arms..."
“You have to trust the organization.”
"What?"
Shi Bingdao was stunned.
Then, the phone hung up. Don't give him a chance to speak at all.
But……
Zhang Yong's words still lingered in his ears.
What is this guy talking about? Trust the organization? No, why did he say it so smoothly?
sluggish……
illusion……
"hey-hey."
Zhang Yong smiled proudly.
Did you just say that you have a nickname? Brown candy.
Li Yuanqing was stuck.
Sticking to Shi Bingdao.
Want to run?
hehe.
I will really complain to your superiors!
Put down the phone.
boarding.
keep going.
Leave the concession.
Keep heading west.
Finally, we arrived at Bolan Street.
It's a bit spooky here. The whole street is selling daily necessities.
Zhang Yong would not have dared to come here if he had not brought ten people with him. There are paper portraits everywhere, which is very scary.
"Where?"
"follow me."
The spy cooperated very flatteringly.
Take Zhang Yong to Yizhuang in the back. Open a coffin.
Zhang Yong:......
Finished.
It's actually true.
The spy movie turned into a thriller.
Inside the coffin, there really was a national army officer.
It looks a bit scary. It's people. Not human. It looks weird.
It's terrible...
Understand that this is not an easy matter.
Kill people, kill people. But it also brings people here. Very weird.
I always feel like there's something hidden behind it.
No time to think too much. Call the garrison headquarters first. Find Zhou Yang.
"Shaolong, is there any news?"
"Bad news."
"Say it. I know they won't survive."
"Come to Bolan Street. I found another one. Bring more people. Bring a man. I always feel that something is not right. I don't know what the Japanese invaders want to do behind the scenes."
"clear."
Zhou Yang hung up the phone.
Zhang Yong turned to look at the spy. The spy actually smiled at him. A flattering smile.
frown.
Think hard. No point.
Had to give up.
Wait silently.
At the same time, send someone to check around. See what clues there are.
A big living person couldn't have flown in. Someone must have brought it in. Or carry it in. I wonder if anyone has seen it?
In this era, there is no surveillance. It's very troublesome. It is simply impossible to completely restore the truth.
Everything can only rely on oral confession. There are also exhibits. The error is huge.
"Team leader!"
Finally, Shihu came.
Brought all the veterans of the 19th Route Army.
Zhang Yong asked Shi Hu and others to go up and have a look. Can you find any clues?
"This is a splitting of muscles and bones."
"What?"
"Split the tendons and cross the bones of the hand. It is commonly used by people in the world."
"you sure?"
"I'm sure, it's just a matter of splitting the muscles and breaking the bones."
Shi Hu answered affirmatively.
Zhang Yong:? ? ?
Something is wrong. Spy movies turned into martial arts movies.
Even the hand that split the muscles and bones came out.
Ask carefully.
Learning that it turned out to be a form of punishment.
It means using force to dislocate a person's bones or meridians. Causes great pain.
This is a very cruel method of extracting a confession. But not many people understand. Because there are other simpler and more crude methods of extracting confessions, there is absolutely no need to learn this.
Zhang Yong suddenly didn’t understand again.
Could it be that there are still people among Japanese spies who know how to divide their muscles and bones?
Do you want it to be so powerful...
Also, what exactly is the spy asking?
There were also signs of forced confessions found previously. There are now too. The explanation is not an exception.
Perhaps, killing people is just to silence them.
Extorting a confession is the goal.
The spy may want to know some secret information.
The issue is……
What can a lieutenant, or captain, know?
Zhou Yang said before that he had already investigated and found that the officers who were killed were in ordinary positions and had no access to secrets.
Since there are no secrets, why force a confession?
Can't figure it out.
"Didi!"
"Didi!"
There is a car horn honking outside.
It's Zhou Yang who's here.
Sure enough, he brought in "hundred million" more people.
It brought a whole battalion!
[To be continued]
(End of chapter)
