Chapter 78: ATM

"Where is he?'

'Where is he?'

Liu Bo called anxiously.

He was carrying a gun and seemed to be in a hurry like an ant on a hot pan.

He must catch this Hu Bin as soon as possible. Otherwise, the situation will become increasingly unfavorable for Vice Commander Yang.

The problem is...

The target has disappeared.

The surrounding alleys are criss-crossed, winding and turning in every direction, where is there anyone?

More than a hundred soldiers were scattered in, and there was no sign of them.

What's more, those soldiers didn't even know Hu Bin. They couldn't catch him face-to-face.

Don't forget, the other party is good at changing their appearance. They can easily change their appearance.

Zhang Yong came up slowly from behind.

'He's gone,' Zhou Yang said with a frown, 'He's really fast.'

'Immediately seal off all the surrounding streets,' Liu Bo called anxiously.

'It's useless. He's a surgeon. He can change his appearance,' Zhang Yong said slowly. 'Now more than ten minutes have passed. He must have changed his appearance again.'

'What should we do then?' Liu Bo asked anxiously.

'What can we do?' Zhang Yong responded nonchalantly. 'Continue driving in circles!'

'Drive in circles again?'

'What else?'

'...'

Liu Bo was speechless.

There was nothing he could do. He had to get in the car. And continue driving in circles.

No red dot...

The target was indeed running fast. It had quickly run beyond the 150-metre range. The map could no longer monitor it.

However, Zhang Yong believed that Hu Bin would not go far. He would not run in a straight line.

If they continued driving in circles in the vicinity, they would definitely find him.

What was needed now was patience. And luck. They were completely at the mercy of the elements.

'I'll drive.'

'Good!'

Zhou Yang moves aside.

Zhang Yong gets into the driver's seat and drives in slow circles.

This is a matter of patience and skill, and there is no rush.

Sure enough, he doesn't see him.

The target seems to have run away.

After driving in circles for seven or eight times, the area has expanded by thousands of metres, but there is still no sign of him.

'Humph...'

Liu Bo is dissatisfied again.

He feels that Zhang Yong is wasting time. This is completely blind luck.

'If you're so good, you go!'

Zhang Yong simply shrugged his shoulders.

Liu Bo sulked and shut up.

He was no good. He couldn't go. Just now, he was to blame.

If he hadn't stopped Zhang Yong from getting out of the car, the target might have been caught. If he told anyone about this, he would definitely be severely punished by Vice-Commander Yang.

The cooked duck had flown away. Vice-Commander Yang, who was furious, might as well shoot him.

What would be the charge? Just say he was an accomplice of the Japanese spy!

Stopping Zhang Yong from getting out of the car to catch the Japanese spy. If he wasn't an accomplice to the Japanese spy, what was he?

Liu Bo's greatest hope now was to quickly find the target.

This time, he would never stop Zhang Yong again. He swore. There would never be any more obstacles.

Circling...

There was nothing to be found.

Suddenly, Zhang Yong slowly stopped the car.

'Found it?' Liu Bo was suddenly excited. His heart was full of hope.

'No. Let's eat dinner,' Zhang Yong replied.

It was already past 5:00 p.m., and soon it would be 6:00 p.m. It was just about dinner time.

He was hungry. Who would go with you to catch a Japanese spy!

Eating is important!

'You...'

Liu Bo shut up hard.

Zhang Yong got out of the car.

Together with Zhou Yang, he entered Fenglai Building.

The other soldiers were all around, on guard with guns. The atmosphere was very tense.

Liu Bo was also standing outside.

He had no appetite. He couldn't even eat dragon meat.

Zhang Yong and Zhou Yang sat down face to face. The guests around them all made way.

Something was amiss.

When the city gate catches fire, the fish in the pond suffer. No one wanted to be unlucky.

'I'll treat.'

'You really have a unique way of treating.'

'So are you going to eat?'

'Yes!'

Zhou Yang replied with a smile.

Seeing Liu Bo so anxious was like seeing ants on a hot pan, and he was in a good mood.

He and Liu Bo had never got along. He was naturally delighted to see Liu Bo make a fool of himself.

The hotel owner came up. He was beaming.

'Two gentlemen...'

'Good wine and food, come up!'

'Yes, yes.'

'Hurry up! Or I'll blow your head off!'

'Bang!'

Zhang Yong took out a Browning pistol and smashed it directly onto the table.

The hotel owner's face twitched. Liu Bo outside couldn't help but turn around. Then pretended not to see.

He had seen many tricks like this of threatening the boss with a gun. He had done it himself many times. This Zhang Yong was no exception.

However, this Fenglailou was a very famous restaurant in the neighbourhood. The boss also had some power. He had befriended some important people. So, no one would dare to openly threaten him like this.

This showed that this Zhang Yong was definitely a rude person. He didn't even have the basic courtesy of being a human being.

'Boss. What's your name?'

'I'm Qiu Shuqing...'

'Bring the wine! Bring the food!'

'Yes, yes, yes!'

Qiu Shuqing hurriedly turned to greet them.

After a while, various rare dishes were hurriedly served.

Stewed grass carp head...

Braised tofu with Chinese yam...

Steamed chicken with Hua Diao wine...

It really was delicious.

'Please!'

The two started eating.

After all that walking, they were really hungry.

The soldiers only had dry rations to nibble on. Only they could feast. They buried their faces in their food.

Liu Bo could not resist in the end. He joined the meal.

'How does it taste?'

'Not bad.'

'How does it compare to other restaurants?'

'First-class.'

Zhou Yang and Liu Bo were both satisfied.

They had eaten and drunk their fill. Zhang Yong did not pay. He simply left.

What the hell.

This Qiu Shuqing is actually a hidden Japanese.

There is no doubt that he is definitely a Japanese spy in disguise. Unfortunately, it is not yet possible to determine which group he belongs to.

Zhang Yong did not expose Qiu Shuqing's identity. Naturally, he had selfish motives.

He wanted to arrest Hu Bin. What does it have to do with Qiu Shuqing? Keep Qiu Shuqing and deal with him yourself.

This Fenglai Building is not small in scale, and it is useful to keep it.

I will think of a way to turn this Qiu Shuqing into a spy and make him work for me...

I don't know Japanese. It's impossible to infiltrate the Japanese invaders. But you can let a Japanese spy infiltrate a Japanese spy! The main character is the spy among spies.

Wait...

How many spies are there?

'Bah...'

'Baka...'

Behind him, Qiu Shuqing cursed quietly.

These damned Chinese, they eat without paying, it's outrageous. Wait...

Suddenly, Zhang Yong strutted back.

He hurriedly squeezed out a smile.

'Boss...'

'Mr Qiu, lend me 20 silver dollars. I'm in a hurry.'

'Boss...'

'I'm short of cash recently. I want to borrow from you. I'll pay you back when I have the money. I won't charge you any interest.'

'Boss...'

'What? You don't want to?'

Zhang Yong reached for the pistol at his waist. He looked as if he was about to draw it at any moment.

It wasn't entirely for show. If Qiu Shuqing did anything crazy, he would really shoot. The other party was a Japanese spy, and anything could happen.

Fortunately, nothing did.

Qiu Shuqing's face changed continuously.

He looked angry, annoyed, frustrated, depressed, helpless, and resentful... and finally squeezed out a slight smile.

'Yes. Yes. Right away. Right away.'

'I'll go get it now. I'll go get it now. Just wait a moment. Just wait a moment.'

Qiu Shuqing turned around. He hurried off.

On the way, he didn't know how many times he cursed Zhang Yong's ancestors.

That bastard, actually blackmailing him to his face.

Really. Really. He was furious.

But getting angry was useless. He couldn't fight the other party.

He had a hidden identity. Fighting the other party would likely expose it. Then the loss would outweigh the gain.

In the end, he angrily handed over twenty silver dollars. Squeezing out a wan smile, he handed them to Zhang Yong.

'Thank you. See you again.'

'Goodbye. Goodbye,'

Qiu Shuqing thought to himself. You'd better not come back. I don't want to see you.

Zhang Yong, however, wore a smile on his face. He thought to himself: This seems to be working.

If I get twenty silver dollars this time, the next time it will be two hundred. The time after that, it will be two thousand...

In short, as long as Qiu Shuqing is caught with his hand in the cookie jar, he will not dare to resist violently.

Otherwise, his identity will be exposed.

Therefore...

The ATM is here!

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