Chapter 110: The sharpest knife

Zhang Yong first reported Fang Muyu's identity.

He wasn't sure about this matter himself. He was worried that he would backfire.

It was mainly because his acting skills were not up to par.

He was supposed to set up the other party, but if the other party countered the setup, that would be bad.

The other person was a highly trained female spy.

What was he?

A part-time student.

He knows nothing.

In terms of professional skills, he is 800 miles behind everyone else.

Moreover, he is not really in favour of the long-term approach. But it seems a pity to arrest someone now.

He is torn...

'Who else knows her identity?'

'I reported to Deputy Section Chief Yang and Secretary Mao.'

'I see.'

The department head reaches out and rings the bell.

Secretary Mao immediately enters. He stands with his hands by his sides. Waiting for instructions.

He is like a shadow.

The Director is always at his beck and call.

No wonder he was able to rise to such a high position. He really is good at what he does.

However, his abilities are based on the Director's authority. Without the Director, his abilities would come to an end. His abilities are not enough to convince people.

Compared to the past Military Intelligence, the future Secret Bureau is completely different.

Without the Director, the Military Intelligence would have no soul.

This is the reality.

'Qi Wu, have you told anyone else about Fang Muyu's identity?'

'No.'

'Don't tell anyone.'

'Yes.'

'Also, you can greet everyone and in the future, when you meet, you can call Zhang Yong Shaolong. This is the name I gave him.'

'Yes.'

Mao Renfeng obediently agreed.

He turned to look at Zhang Yong.

'Shaolong, congratulations.'

'It's all because of the Director's kindness.'

'I'll go first.'

'Please!'

Mao Renfeng turned and left.

Zhang Yong continued to stand tall and straight, waiting for orders. The main character was still in high spirits.

He recalled the conversation between Mao Renfeng and the Director just now.

Mao Renfeng's character Qi Wu?

Where did that come from?

Curious...

The Director picked up the phone and said, 'Call Yang Shanfu.'

Then he put the phone down.

Soon afterwards, Yang Shanfu came in.

'Director.'

'Have you told anyone about Fang Muyu's identity?'

'I haven't told anyone.'

'Good. Keep this confidential. Do not tell anyone else.'

'Understood.'

'Go!'

'Yes.'

Yang Shanfu turned and left.

From beginning to end, he was always proper and did not even glance at Zhang Yong.

The main point was to distinguish between public and private.

'Currently, only four people know her identity,' the department head said slowly, 'what do you think?'

'I want to create chaos within the Japanese spies,' Zhang Yong answered bluntly, 'so that they are on edge. They will be like a loose sand. This way, it will be much easier to obtain confessions after we catch them.'

'Why do you think so?'

'Mainly because the Japanese invaders before were very stubborn and would hardly reveal useful information. They would never confess. But then we discovered that they confessed information about other secret agencies very readily. They hated other secret agencies so much that they wanted to stamp them out. By extension, it may be the same for other people.'

'You want Fang Muyu to pass on false information?'

'Yes.'

'She may be someone from the Special High Court. She's very good. Don't underestimate her. She won't be fooled by just any old false information.'

'So what's true and what's false?'

'Do you have any real information to sell?'

'Not at the moment.'

'Real information is very important. If it's leaked, the consequences will be very serious.'

'I'll give her international intelligence.'

'What international intelligence?'

'I deduce that in the first half of next year, there may be a major change within the Japanese army.'

'What do you mean?'

'There may be a mutiny within the Japanese army.'

'Which unit?'

'The Imperial Guard Division.'

'Nonsense!'

The department head waved his hand.

The more he talked, the more ridiculous it became.

The Imperial Guard Division of the Japanese invaders is the garrison unit of the Japanese emperor. How could it possibly stage a mutiny?

And where did this guy hear about it?

It's ridiculous beyond description.

ADVERTISEMENT

'Yes. I was wrong,' Zhang Yong immediately bowed his head.

'This matter requires careful consideration,' the department head said slowly after a moment's thought, 'and we must not be hasty.'

'Yes,' Zhang Yong couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Hasty?

It hasn't even started yet.

'For the time being, you can maintain a proper relationship with her,' the director continued, "Her previous mission may have had other objectives. But your involvement may cause her to change her objectives. It's also a kind of strategy. At least, we'll keep her under control so that she can't approach anyone else. One less scourge.'

'What if she kills me?" Zhang Yong suddenly thought of something.

He wasn't afraid at other times. He was only afraid of the sage's time.

If he died on horseback...

'If you can't even handle a woman, you don't deserve to live.'

'Ah...yes!'

'This woman is not a threat for the time being. Tell me about the others.'

'Oh, there's also Zhou Chaoan. I'm going to release him. He refused to go back even when he was dying. He also confessed some useful information.'

'Tell me.'

'Okay.'

Zhang Yong then gave a briefing on Zhou Chaoan's situation.

This guy, taking the initiative to betray his own contacts. It's very rare. It shows that the best way to deal with the Japanese invaders is to use the Japanese invaders.

It's just like the Japanese invaders using No. 76 to deal with the Chinese. The people you trust the most are the ones who will betray you the most.

'He Sheng Yilong can be used,' the department head said quickly, "first arrest his contacts.'

'Good. I'll arrange it immediately." Zhang Yong began to get excited.

'No rush,' the department head waved his hand, 'what happened to the old beggar?'

'Oh dear, that son of a bitch!' Zhang Yong was furious when he mentioned the old guy.

It was the second time someone had punched him in the face.

He was too embarrassed to tell anyone.

'Why did you tell people not to report it?'

'It's so embarrassing. I was going to find someone to get rid of him and then report it.'

'Who were you going to get rid of him?'

'I...'

Zhang Yong froze.

Right. Who? It seemed like there were no experts around.

Yan Guangkun, Zhong Yang, Wu Liuqi, they've all been mobilised. Dozens of people hunting one person, and they all let the other person escape.

Damn it!

Next time, just throw a grenade.

Damn it!

You won't survive the explosion!

'Go to Tiger Bridge Prison!' the department head said, "Use your servant's pass.'

'Go for what?" Zhang Yong didn't react.

'Everyone in prison is talented. Go in and pick a few people who can be used. Bring them out for now.'

'Ah? Will that work?'

'Yes,'

the director said curtly.

Zhang Yong: ...

Shit, so I'm that good?

I can just take people out of prison. Doesn't that mean I can get my hands on some dirty money...

On second thought, forget it. There's no need for that kind of thing.

The surest way is to arrest a Japanese spy and embezzle his money. You'll feel good about it, both professionally and personally.

'Are there any that we can't mention?'

'No.'

'Political prisoners and prisoners sentenced to death...'

'There are no political prisoners in Tiger Bridge Prison. You can mention anything you can use from the prisoners sentenced to death.'

'Well...'

'Many of our Chinese talents are in prison. Don't worry. There must be someone in there who can deal with the old beggar.'

'I see.'

Zhang Yong couldn't help but rub his hands together.

This is great. It seems like he has a lot of power. He can even mention prisoners sentenced to death.

There is hope.

The Chief was right, everyone in prison is talented.

If I can pick a few useful ones, I'm sure I can get rid of that old beggar. What ninjas? Bullshit. I'll just make him a dead man.

'Go now! Hurry!'

'Yes.'

Zhang Yong stood at attention and saluted. He turned and left.

Soon after, Secretary Mao reappeared. Still standing with his hands by his side, he was waiting for orders.

'Send someone to Yangzhou to investigate Fang Muyu's family.'

'Yes.'

'Keep it confidential. Don't alert the enemy.'

'Understood.'

'How are Zhang Yong's family members?'

'Everything is normal. Just a woman with two young girls. The Pei sisters are now on edge.'

'That's good.'

The director is relieved.

This Zhang Yong's special abilities are indeed rare.

In due course, he will be the sharpest knife!

And the handle of the knife is in his hands.