Chapter 83: The target has run away

Could the target be Hu Bin?

Zhang Yong couldn't tell. Really. He had no idea at all.

The information prompted by the system map was that there was a Japanese person at a certain location. Then there was no other information at all.

As for the identity of this Japanese person, it was entirely up to Zhang Yong to figure it out.

If it were a battle, it would actually be very useful.

You know the enemy is there. Just throw a grenade and you're done.

But he's trying to catch a Japanese spy!

You have to see the person.

You have to identify who the person really is.

You can't just throw a grenade.

You have to get as close as possible. And then try to catch them alive if possible.

'Hurry!'

The other people immediately became nervous when they saw Zhang Yong's movements, and they too took out their guns.

Zhang Yong gave a sign. He told Thomson to go in front with his submachine gun.

He was not very good at fighting, so he could not be the front runner. At most, he could just watch the fun from behind.

Of course, no one asked him to be the front runner. There were plenty of people suitable for the job.

For example, Wu Liuqi. He was very aggressive and brave.

Cao Mengqi was also like that.

They held submachine guns. They advanced in a staggered formation, covering each other.

Occasionally, they encountered some locals in the dark, and they were all immediately placed under house arrest. Their mouths were also gagged.

Zhang Yong followed behind the team, gesturing to indicate the direction of advance.

Little by little, they got closer to their target.

Eventually, they saw a dilapidated, grey courtyard.

From the outside, it looked like no one lived there. There were no signs of anyone entering or leaving. It had been deserted for a long time.

'Inside,'

Zhang Yong gestured.

Zhong Yang looked around doubtfully. Someone was inside?

Cao Mengqi, however, waved his hand.

Several agents immediately charged in with their submachine guns. They completely wrecked the courtyard.

There was only a beggar inside.

He was filthy, trembling all over, and staring at them blankly.

Zhang Yong walked slowly up to him.

'Hu Bin.'

But there was no response.

The beggar just looked at them blankly.

'Search him!'

Zhang Yong remained calm.

Zhong Yang and Wu Liuqi immediately rushed up.

Suddenly, the old beggar moved. It turned out that he still knew kung fu.

Without warning, Zhong Yang and Wu Liuqi were actually knocked flying.

The old beggar was very quick.

While knocking the two men flying, he rolled quickly.

The back of the courtyard had a more complicated terrain. There was a lot of debris. It was convenient for the old beggar to hide.

'Clatter...'

A pile of rotten wood fell.

Cao Mengqi, who tried to catch up, was suddenly hit in the eyes with a starburst of dust.

'Chase!'

'Surround him this way!'

'You go this way!'

Zhang Yong calmly commanded from behind.

No matter how the target ran or hid, as long as it was within 150 metres, there was no escape.

The situation on the scene was very complicated, with a lot of debris. The old beggar couldn't run fast either. A group of people surrounded him and were closing in. He should be unable to escape. But there was no way of knowing for sure if it was Hu Bin or not.

It must be admitted that the old beggar's disguise was very good. You couldn't tell from his appearance.

Lin Xiaoyan's disguise was also very good before.

'This way!'

Zhang Yong continued to give orders from behind.

No one else could see where the old beggar was. But Zhang Yong could.

He called back the agents who had gone the wrong way. Then he guided them to chase in the right direction.

It didn't matter if they couldn't catch up now. The target definitely couldn't escape.

Because Zhang Yong was also speeding up behind them. Moreover, they were on the road. It was faster.

'Pop...'

'Beep...'

Various miscellaneous sounds came.

It was the sound of the old beggar frantically crashing into various objects.

In the darkness, the old beggar could not see the road clearly in front of him. He could only dash for his life.

'Clatter...'

It was not clear what had been broken.

Zhang Yong suddenly frowned.

However, the target was getting closer and closer to the concession.

Obviously, the target wanted to escape into the concession. And the concession on this side was almost unguarded.

In the flickering light of the fire, Zhang Yong could see a few Indian constables armed with traditional clubs. Each one had a strange turban wrapped around their head. None of them were armed with guns.

'Bang!'

Zhang Yong decisively fired his gun into the air.

He hoped the sound of the gun would attract the attention of the constables and make them take precautions.

However, something strange happened.

After the gunshot, the few Indian constables who were loitering completely hid.

Damn, these cowards!

Hearing a gunshot, they actually hid. What a lack of guts.

So frustrating.

They watched as a dark figure stumbled and rushed into the concession.

It was the target they were after.

'Hurry!'

Cao Mengqi and the others hurriedly gave chase.

However, once the target had entered the concession, he immediately disappeared.

Meanwhile, inside the concession, a group of French soldiers appeared.

It was the heavily armed French army. There were about 50 of them. They were spreading out in a fan shape. Their guns were trained on the outside of the concession.

'Stop chasing!'

Zhang Yong shouted from behind.

They couldn't just charge in. Otherwise, the French army would really shoot.

At this time, the French still thought they were the strongest in mainland Europe. So, they were still very arrogant. There was no way to communicate.

It wasn't without its advantages when the Führer beat the French up. At least it made the French realise their own limitations. But it was still 1935. The Führer wasn't ready. And the French didn't realise the danger that was approaching. There were also Germans in the concession. The relationship between the two sides was relatively harmonious.

'Damn, he got away...'

'Who the hell is this guy? He's so good at fighting?'

Cao Mengqi was furious.

He had told Zhang Yong before that he was responsible for catching people.

If the man escapes, he is responsible.

This is what he promised with a firm handshake. He was also very confident.

Unexpectedly, an embarrassing scene unfolded.

The target of the arrest actually escaped. And he even ran into the concession!

"I don't know who he is either.'

'I only know that he is a Japanese spy. It should not be Hu Bin.'

Zhang Yong said slowly.

Does Hu Bin have such good skills? I don't think so.

Of course, this is all speculation.

'What now?'

'It's fine. Keep searching. Don't stop until you catch him.'

'Enter the concession?'

'I don't think the French will let us in.'

'Okay...'

Cao Mengqi was at his wits' end.

Looking at the sky, it was almost dawn.

It was summer. Days were long and nights were short. It was already slightly light at five o'clock.

Zhang Yong casually looked around. Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure. His eyes involuntarily sank slightly. He saw Shi Bingdao.

Strange...

What is Shi Bingdao doing here?

Shouldn't he be at the Social News Agency? Is he here to meet someone?

Without making a sound, he looks around.

This Shi Bingdao has secrets. It's probably what he suspects.

There's no evidence. It's purely a hunch.

Shi Bingdao is not on the Fruit Party side, nor is he a Japanese spy, yet he is engaged in secret activities. Which side do you think he's on?

However, it seems quite dangerous for him to do so! He could easily be targeted by people with ulterior motives.

No, I must warn this guy. If Ding Mochuan's side catches him, the situation will be very bad.

'I'll go find a phone.'

Say hello to Cao Mengqi. Zhang Yong acted alone.

He quietly came up to Shi Bingdao. He silently stepped out. He stopped him with one hand. At the same time, he pointed a gun at his chest.

'What are you doing here?'

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