Zhou Yang's face looked very bad.
When speculation turns into fact, no one is in a good mood.
Even if you are mentally prepared.
The examination results conducted by the police showed that the deceased had indeed suffered inhuman torture before his death.
All the bones in his body were almost broken. So, it looks weird now.
"Adjutant Zhou. This way."
"good."
Zhou Yang followed Zhang Yong to the side.
Zhang Yong took out the list of missing persons given to him by Zhou Yang last time.
"Is it true that no one has any secrets?"
"Really not. I have investigated again and again. Their level and position make it impossible for them to have access to any secrets."
"That's strange..."
"What information did the spy reveal?"
"The guy only wanted to tell me where the body was buried."
"This bastard..."
"How about that? I'll hand over the spy to you. You'll be responsible for following up?"
"No. It's not safe where we are."
"All right!"
Zhang Yong was disappointed.
He was just making wishful thinking.
I thought I could leave the rest to Zhou Yang. Then go and be cool yourself.
As a result, Zhou Yang rejected it with just one sentence.
Not safe. There is a traitor. This is a good reason.
In fact, if you take the spy back to the security headquarters, he might die again.
That damn traitor...
Zhang Yong has to do everything he does. No overtime pay is given. anger. Want to go on strike.
"I've always had a question..."
"you say."
"Why not dig a pit and bury it? Why must it be placed outside?"
"Yeah. I can't figure it out either."
"well……"
Zhou Yang also felt powerless.
I originally thought it was a simple murder. It was the Japanese invaders' revenge.
Now it seems that there are more and more doubts. torture. Intentionally exposed. It seemed to point them to some strange answer.
"Right. I want to go to the police station and transfer a few people."
"Go away!"
"Is it okay to use the identity of the attendant's room?"
"No. It's better to use your Secret Service identity. You'll scare them if you use your Secret Service identity."
"Okay. Then I'll go to the police station to transfer a few people. I'll continue to follow up later."
"Thank you. Please report any situation at any time."
"good."
Zhang Yong nodded.
Zhou Yang took the people back.
Facts have proved that the missing persons case has turned into a homicide case.
The remaining people have no chance of survival. But what the specific situation is, Zhang Yong needs to continue to follow up.
Since this matter is related to Japanese spies. Only Zhang Yong can control it.
Otherwise, it would be considered as handing over the spy to the security headquarters. It’s also a black eye. They are completely unprofessional in dealing with Japanese spies.
Zhang Yong went to find the phone again.
Call back to Shi Bingdao.
Get straight to the point, "I need a few people from the police department. What do you recommend?"
"What kind of person do you want?" Shi Bingdao replied tiredly.
"Those who are capable, but are marginalized." Zhang Yong said bluntly, "Those who are not doing well in the police station."
"Then forget it." Shi Bingdao said, "These people won't follow you."
"Why? I gave you the money." Zhang Yong said bitterly.
Feeling offended again.
It seems like I didn’t do anything wrong!
Why do you keep being misunderstood?
"Then you go to the police station and recruit people. They'll be jealous of the money."
"you……"
Zhang Yong had no choice but to hang up the phone.
It seems that capable people are nowhere to be found. never mind. No more.
Anyway, you can do as much as you can. This world is not your own. What are you doing so hard for?
Do as much as you have energy for.
For example, now we are looking for the bodies of the victims. Then don't worry about other things.
How many can I find today?
If you can't find it, continue tomorrow. If you are too busy tomorrow, then the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow...
There are still more than three thousand days between now and September 2, 1945. What's the rush?
"Walk!"
Take the spy and continue looking.
Sure enough, the second address provided by the spy was also very far away.
It also takes an hour to drive.
As the largest city in the Far East, Shanghai is quite big. After all, it is a big city with more than four million people!
Not in a hurry.
Take it easy.
Driving leisurely.
Thinking about how good it felt to lie flat. Maybe we can go see Gu Xiaoru again in the evening?
Anyway, it’s not working time at night…
Work is work.
Private life is private life.
I am not a model worker. There is no need to get involved with Mao Renfeng...
Arrive at your destination.
It's actually a huge warehouse.
The walls are very high. Very sturdy. It’s similar to the warehouse in Tianjin Wei.
Although the appearance is very old. There was no one stationed there either. However, it can be seen at a glance. The owner of this warehouse is definitely not simple.
Hey, the spy has bad intentions!
Actually burying people here. Is that going to cause civil unrest?
Find a phone number.
Call Li Yuanqing. Ask about the situation.
"you……"
"It's me. I have another address to ask you. It's not inside the concession, but outside."
"I don't know what's outside the concession. Don't ask."
"Hey, is this your work attitude? I'm going to complain to you! I'm going to file a complaint against you to the Ministry of Industry Bureau!"
"you!"
Li Yuanqing was convinced.
This bastard. It's really sticky and can't be taken off.
Complain?
I'm afraid you'll complain?
All right. is a bit. I'm afraid this guy is stupid.
Others do things in a measured way. But Zhang Yong. It's hard to say. Li Yuanqing didn't dare to take risks.
"address."
"Next to Qingpu. No. 31 Baishan Road. A big warehouse."
"It belongs to Du Yuesheng."
"are you sure?"
"believe it or not!"
Li Yuanqing hung up the phone.
Angry Zhang Yong questioned his ability to work. He is a veritable living map.
Not only did he remember all the houses and buildings in the concession clearly. He has an impression of even the main buildings outside the concession.
"Thanks!"
Zhang Yong said to the empty topic.
No matter whether Li Yuanqing heard it or not. He expressed his gratitude.
I'll have to find him next time.
Difficulties. Find an organization. Although he is not from the organization. But the organization definitely can’t just ignore it!
What is the purpose of the red organization? It is to save the people from fire and water!
Zhang Yong is one of the ordinary people who are in dire straits!
hey-hey.
look up. Looking at the warehouse.
It's actually Du Yuesheng's warehouse? It has some background!
How did the spy get in? Is it collusion between inside and outside? Could it be that there are traitors among Du Yuesheng's men?
Not surprising.
This matter involves Du Yuesheng, so it may be a bit complicated.
but……
Zhang Yong is not afraid.
He had dared to kill Du Yuesheng's people before. What's the point of breaking into a warehouse?
Go in.
The warehouse was found to be empty. No supplies were stored. It seems to have been abandoned.
No wonder there is no one stationed there.
Daqing is nothing.
Follow the spy's instructions. Sure enough, the body of a national army lieutenant was found.
There are also scars from being tortured. very obvious. There were no fatal injuries. They are all compound injuries. It shows that he was tortured to death.
I had to wonder again. What information did the spy want to know?
It always feels strange...
"Bang!"
Kick the Japanese spy over with one kick.
Then he stepped hard with both feet. To vent the anger in my heart.
No more.
Zhang Yong couldn't stand it anymore.
Japanese spies are so cruel. If you don't show some kindness in return, how can you do that?
Horse-crossed...
It is rude to come and not reciprocate!
Arrests!
Hit someone!
Surveillance map. I found a little red dot nearby.
Okay, take people there immediately. Prepare to arrest him.
See the target.
Found out to be the owner of a clothing store. Specializing in selling all kinds of ready-made clothes.
At that time, ready-made clothing stores were relatively fashionable. Especially women's clothing stores. Very popular. Clothing is also mainly imported.
Arrange for arrest.
There are no weapons signs inside the store. It means there is no big danger.
Zhang Yong walked in first.
Waving two dollars in his hand. Used for cover.
"Boss..."
The clothing store owner immediately welcomed me with a smile on his face.
Zhang Yong sent the dollars to the other party.
"Boss, do you want to..."
"Catch you!"
"What?"
The clothing store owner was stunned.
Then he was held down by Shi Hu and others. Unable to move.
No twine was carried. But there are a lot of cloth strips in clothing stores. So he was tied up tightly with cloth strips.
"What are you doing?"
"What are you doing?"
The spy roared desperately.
Zhang Yong walked behind the counter in a leisurely manner. sit down. Pull the drawer.
I found there was no cash in it. Then he closed the drawer again. Then silently observe the surroundings. See where the money is hidden.
Where's the money? Where is my money? Where did my money go?
"You, you guys..."
The clothing store owner thought he had been robbed.
A big stone suddenly fell from my heart. His expression gradually returned to normal.
It turned out to be a robbery.
I thought it was exposed. Scared.
"Say something yourself." Zhang Yong was waning. Don't want to talk.
No money and no motivation.
Money and motivation.
It’s really not exciting to catch these useless spies.
Fortunately, the purpose of catching this spy was simply to torture him. Let the Japanese spies fully understand what torture is! What is life worse than death!
How many national army officers were killed?
More than thirty?
Then arrest more than thirty spies and interrogate them.
One for one. fair.
"I, I, I am willing to give, willing to give..."
"Bring it here."
"In, in, in the mezzanine of the door."
"Door crack?"
Zhang Yong was curious.
Someone else hid money in the crack of the door?
Later I discovered that the so-called door gap refers to the gap between the door frame and the wall.
Digging around inside, he took out a few banknotes. They are all in face value of 100 yuan. There are only four. That is 400 silver dollars. There is no more.
They are all from Bank of China. The Song family seems to be in charge of this bank now. Yes, the Song family.
In fact, both the Song family and the Kong family have shares in all major banks. more or less. Therefore, the relationship between them is very close.
Take the banknotes back to the counter and arrange them neatly. Still sitting. He looked at the spy with squinting eyes.
Spy:? ? ?
what's the situation?
I've already given you money. Aren't you leaving yet?
Isn't it because you don't have enough money?
These bastards!
I've already given you four hundred silver dollars!
Not satisfied yet...
Lower your head.
Zhang Yong didn't speak either.
Since the spy wanted to stall for time, he was happy to kill time.
Another day of confusion. Hold Gu Xiaoru in her arms for a good sleep at night.
Beautiful...
20 minutes……
40 minutes……
Quiet.
No one spoke.
No guests came in either. Everyone took a detour.
Is there someone here with a gun looking for death? People who don't have good eyesight can't survive in Shanghai. It had been destroyed long ago.
Even the patrol police passing by looked at it from a distance and left wisely.
Dare you do such a thing in broad daylight. Or from a certain department. Or he was a subordinate of a certain gang leader. They can't afford to mess with them.
"Ahem..."
The spy finally couldn't bear it anymore.
He felt that if he continued to spend like this, he would be the one who would suffer in the end.
"Backyard, under the water tank..."
"Another point……"
The spy had to speak again.
Lose money and eliminate disaster. It is impossible to drive the opponent away without bleeding today.
Zhang Yong did not move.
Someone goes to the backyard. Empty the water tank. Move away.
This kind of house usually has a large water tank in the backyard. Fill with water. Used to prevent fire.
In case of fire. Immediately scoop water from the water tank. Nip fires in the bud.
This can be regarded as the wisdom of the ancient working people.
After moving the water tank, I did find an oil paper bag. Open. There are also some banknotes inside.
It also has a face value of 100 silver dollars. Five. Bank of Communications.
Zhang Yong took it. Continue to line up on the counter.
Yawn.
It's late afternoon. Feeling a little sleepy.
Spy:? ? ?
no. Aren't you leaving yet?
You gave me nine hundred oceans! Don't go too far...
result……
Zhang Yong suddenly leaned on the counter. Start sleeping.
Alas, that was sloppy. Why Citibank doesn’t have a lunch break. It's okay to take a two-hour lunch break. An hour is fine...
Spy:! @#￥%……
A little panicked.
It feels like the other party doesn't play according to the routine at all!
Do not hit. Don't scold. Don’t rush either. Just spend time with him slowly. On the contrary, he felt more and more hopeless inside.
Who is the other party? What to do?
Could it be...
The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became.
The more I think about it, I feel my heart sinking.
Finished...
Was it exposed?
Could it be that someone betrayed him and he was targeted?
"Who are you……"
"My name is Zhang Yong."
"you……"
The spy's expression suddenly changed.
The most terrifying suspicion has finally become a reality.
Zhang Yong!
It's him! He is Zhang Yong!
Incredible!
Unbelievable!
He is actually Zhang Yong! How can it be? So young!
He looked like he had just come out of school. He is actually the devil who makes all the Japanese spies change their minds after hearing this? No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like it!
But……
The reality is so cruel.
The other party is Zhang Yong. Zhang Yong had obviously figured out his identity.
In other words, he was exposed.
Therefore, no matter how much money he gave, it was useless. What others want is not banknotes...
He is Zhang Yong. How could it be possible to be bribed with a banknote...
"Ah sneeze!"
"Ah sneeze!"
Zhang Yong suddenly sneezed continuously.
strangeness.
No cold! Who is cursing himself behind his back?
frown.
never mind. There are too many enemies. Can't think of it.
Just sneeze. No one can die. He had rhinitis in his previous life. Sneezing often. got used to.
Keep dozing.
It's not pretending. I'm really sleepy.
The spies didn't speak. He didn't want to talk either. Just grind it like this.
result……
The spy gradually lost his temper.
He became suspicious. I wonder what Zhang Yong's operation is. Why is there such indifference.
Is this guy using himself to delay time?
Definitely.
Zhang Yong must have some conspiracy.
no. I can't let his conspiracy succeed. His attention must be drawn back.
"What do you want to know?" the spy took the initiative.
"I know you are a spy. But I don't know what you have done." Zhang Yong responded lazily.
The main thing is honesty.
That's it.
He really didn't know what this spy had done.
However……
The spy misunderstood.
He felt that Zhang Yong was still stalling for time.
In this case, it is better to confess on your own initiative.
"Your deputy minister of justice was assassinated by our organization." The Japanese spy said shockingly.
He thought that Zhang Yong would be shocked.
result……
Zhang Yong still had no reaction.
heard it. But indifferent. He didn't even bother to raise his eyelids.
Why?
He is no longer interested in this matter.
Too busy for now.
The taskbar is too long.
There are too many unfinished tasks. Already numb.
Spy:...
@@#￥%……
Hey, what do you mean?
I've already taken the initiative, why don't you respond.
result……
Zhang Yong started to snore.
He really fell asleep...
Spy:...
! @#￥%……
idiot!
[To be continued]
(End of chapter)
