Chapter 58: Undercover

Zhang Yong returned to Li Boqi's side.

The scene here had been cleaned up almost completely. Wang Defa's body had also been taken away. They still had to continue investigating the clues.

All the property had also been counted.

As for which was to be registered and submitted, which was to be kept privately, and which was not even in the records, it was not a matter that Zhang Yong cared about.

'Are the photos done?'

'No. The film wasn't used up. I didn't want to.'

'You...'

Li Boqi ignored him.

You didn't use up the film, so why did you go and have your photos developed!

You don't even have the common sense for that.

It's true that you haven't been to training, you don't have any foundation at all!

'Let's go!'

Pack up and go back to the office.

It turned out to be empty. It seemed that everyone in the fifth group was not there.

Doubt...

'They went back to Nanjing.'

'What?'

'Team 5 has gone back to Nanjing. We'll have to carry the load here again.'

'What are they doing back in Nanjing?'

'I don't know.'

Li Boqi didn't say anything more.

Zhang Yong immediately shut up. So it was a secret!

But it's normal for the action team to be transferred around. Boss Dai gives the orders, and everyone else has to run around. It's the norm.

'So...'

'All the Japanese spies are back in our hands.'

'This...'

Zhang Yong was at a loss for words.

They had come in a rage before, snatching people away. Now they had mysteriously disappeared and returned with the people.

What was this?

Playing house?

Forget it. That was Li Boqi's business.

He now had two tasks: first, to dig up the Japanese spies. Second, to kill the Central Government.

Everything else was a derivative task.

They arrived at the training ground.

They trained hard.

The previous battle was too dangerous. It left him with lingering fears.

This kind of situation must never happen again. Otherwise, it is likely that he will be the one killed. There are no miracles on the battlefield.

Being killed is being killed.

Dead is dead.

No matter how much money you have or how many women you have, death is the end.

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

Hold the gun in both hands. Keep moving.

Imitating the protagonist of 'The Foreigner', he tried to understand the tactical essentials.

In fact, Zhang Yong didn't know if this kind of training was right or not. However, Li Boqi did not arrange for someone to give him pointers, so he could only practice on his own.

He hoped to stay alive.

He grumbled inwardly. The system was not helpful at all...

As a result, the system suddenly popped up a prompt: This system will officially start on July 7, 1937...

Well, that was tantamount to completely dashing his hopes.

In other words, there were still two years left, so he should not expect the system to be of much help.

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

He buried his head in his work.

Before he knew it, five days had passed.

Li Boqi had not assigned him any tasks. He had trained and trained. He had done nothing else.

Li Jingzhi had been sent away. Li Boqi had arranged it. Where she had been sent, Zhang Yong did not know. He did not ask.

Concentrate on your practice.

Women will only affect your speed in drawing your gun.

Every day, you will be so exhausted that you will not even have the strength to eat, so naturally you will not think about women.

In the evening, he returned to the dormitory, took a shower, and went straight to bed.

It was a bit strange that he hadn't seen Cao Mengqi. He hadn't seen the guy for many days.

But he didn't really care. Maybe Li Boqi had assigned him some task.

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

Finally, he could hit the target from a distance of 50 metres.

For an action team field operative, this was just the beginning. No, it wasn't even the beginning. It was just a start.

Hard work and practice are after all useful.

Even without talent, one can improve one's tactical level by constantly feeding bullets.

Li Boqi finally sent someone to look for him.

'Sit.'

'No need. I'll just stand.'

'Sit.'

'Yes.'

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Zhang Yong sat down as he was told.

He felt that something big was about to happen.

Sure enough, Li Boqi said nonchalantly, 'Want to defect to the Japanese?'

Zhang Yong: ?

Defect to the Japanese?

What does that mean? Only a moron would ask that.

'I have an idea. I want you to make secret contact with the Japanese. Let them turn you.'

'That's not necessary, is it?'

Zhang Yong frowned. Isn't this redundant?

It seems like I've had a pretty good time catching Japanese spies. I've caught Japanese spies. I've made a fortune. It's been great.

Go make contact with the Japanese and let them turn you?

Is that necessary? It's not necessary at all...

'We want information about the Japanese.'

'Use torture!'

'It's useless. Basically, none of them confess. These Japanese spies are die-hard, and they won't say anything about core secrets. Now, we still know nothing about the Japanese spies in general. Boss Dai instructed that we change our approach. We have to find a way to contact the Japanese spies and get information from them.'

'The Japanese are not stupid. How can they tell me?'

'Nothing is impossible.'

'I've captured so many Japanese spies, the Japanese invaders hate me to the bone, so how can they come and turn me?'

'It's precisely because you've captured so many Japanese spies that the Japanese will pay attention to you. They will send someone to kill you. But if they find that they can't kill you, they will think of another way. If they can't beat you, they will join you. It's a very good way to get you on their side.'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong wanted to speak but stopped.

This was a sudden turn of events. He was not prepared for it at all.

In fact, subconsciously, he was very resistant. Even if it was a disguise, he was unwilling to come into contact with the Japanese invaders. For the Japanese invaders, he would find one and arrest one.

What? No confession? Then drag him out and shoot him. And then continue to arrest!

Besides...

'I don't speak Japanese at all!'

'It's better if you don't. Not speaking is more realistic. The Japanese won't suspect.'

'I don't know how to disguise myself either!'

'No need to disguise yourself.'

'I don't know how to go undercover either!'

'No one said you had to go undercover. Just do your job. When the Japanese come to contact you, just make your demands.'

'Then what's my reason for going over to the Japanese?'

'Money, sex.'

'What?'

'You're greedy and lustful. Greed and lust have blinded you.'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong was at a loss for words.

Was it really as bad as I said?

I've just made the same mistake as any man would. Besides, it wasn't my initiative...

You see, I've never done anything to Li Jingzhi!

'Team leader, let's find someone else. Look at me, the Japanese will never believe me.'

'No change. You're going. You don't have any traces of the Force for Good Society on you. The Japanese will be very interested in your every move. They'll also want to know how you caught them.'

'What if the Japanese ask me for information?'

'Make something up.'

'The Japanese can't be trusted!'

'You'll think of something.'

'I...'

Zhang Yong was at a loss for words.

As expected, nothing good comes from peace.

After a short period of peace, there is often a storm.

They were doing such a good job capturing the Japanese spy, and suddenly they were told to make contact with him.

In other spy novels, the spies are so well disguised that they can get away with anything. They speak Japanese better than the Japanese themselves. But he couldn't even speak Japanese, so how could he fool the Japanese?

That's not right either. I can say one Japanese sentence: Haga. Oh. And another: Yahatte.

'That's it!'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong is stunned.

That's it? It's that simple?

He's dismissed with just a few words? This is such a big deal, and he's not even going to study it carefully?

"Team leader, can I refuse?'

'You can.'

'Then I refuse.'

'I see.'

Li Boqi nods.

Zhang Yong: ...

Er, is that all?

Something's not right. I don't think it's that simple. There might be more to it.

'If...'

'Go on.'

'If I were to contact the Japanese, where should I start?'

'I've arranged an identity for you. You'll be Wang Defa's right-hand man. You'll be the one he develops his network through. You'll go to the Wang family and take over everything. Including all his assets.'

'The Japanese won't believe that, will they?'

'Of course they won't believe it. But they'll send someone to contact you. Isn't that the beginning?'

'...'

Zhang Yong was speechless.

What kind of arrangement was this? It was superfluous.

The point was, he didn't know anything about playing along. Sooner or later, he would be found out.