Chapter 197: Savior

Look at the time, 5am.

Almost time. Mao Renfeng can be woken up now.

No, that's not right.

He must already be up.

Mao Renfeng is a typical workaholic. He's incredibly dedicated. No one in the entire secret service can match him.

If you ask him to go out for a drink at six o'clock, he'll probably say he's not available. But if you ask him to come back to work overtime at six o'clock, he'll definitely be at his post at five o'clock.

The people who can win the favour of the boss are no ordinary people.

It takes a very special person to be this dedicated.

He makes the call.

'This is Zhang Yong.'

'I'd like to speak to Secretary Mao.'

The call is quickly transferred.

Zhang Yong silently calculates the time.

'Hello...'

Sure enough, Mao Renfeng picks up the phone very quickly.

He was in the secretary's office. He was at his desk. Including the time it took to switch the call, it was less than 30 seconds.

Amazing!

I'm convinced.

Just like a robot. No personal life at all.

The secret service is this guy's home. This guy's home is the secret service. No one can disagree.

'Secretary Mao, it's me. Chang Yong.'

'Oh? Shao Long, what's the emergency at this hour? Speak. If you need any support, I'll arrange it right away.'

'Secretary Mao, I think I've done something wrong...'

'Take your time.'

'I killed Matashiro Matashiro last night.'

'The head of the Japanese spy agency? Matashiro Matashiro? A colonel?'

'Yes. That's him.'

'You killed him? How?'

'Inside the Japanese consulate.'

'Oh? Tell me more.'

Mao Renfeng was a bit sleepy. But not after hearing this.

Zhang Yong actually killed Iwasaku Mataji?

Genius!

He killed a Japanese colonel!

That was a colonel! And the head of the secret service!

This is outrageous!

What a mistake!

This is a great achievement!

And he killed him in the Japanese consulate!

Well done!

This kind of spy, it's great to kill.

If it was any other Japanese, there might have been some diplomatic disputes.

But killing Iwasaku Mataji definitely won't.

Because Iwasaku Mataji was a spy himself. He was afraid to reveal his identity.

In fact, the Japanese side would never have made this public. Because this kind of thing is very embarrassing. They just covered it up.

'It was chaos in the Japanese consulate...'

'It was just chance, I never thought it would be him...'

'Luckily, there was a gun on the floor...'

'I shot him five times. And I hit him all five times.'

'His head was blown off...'

Zhang Yong was talking a bit incoherently, his words not making sense.

This was a completely made-up story. A whole bunch of information about the Dagger Society and the Mengde Society was left out.

Anyway, the situation at the time was just so chaotic. Then he took advantage of the chaos to kill someone. It was as simple as that.

'Shaolong, you're so lucky.'

'What?'

'You've done a meritorious deed.'

'Huh?'

'You've done a good deed. You killed a Japanese major general. But for the time being, we can't let the Japanese know about it. It would be bad for your safety if the Japanese get too excited. And you mustn't tell anyone else.'

'Yes.'

'We'll handle this quietly. I'll report to the head of the department.'

'I understand!'

Zhang Yong said he understood.

That's even better. It's best to handle this quietly.

Handling it quietly means no one will think about the details.

Indeed, Mao Renfeng didn't suspect anything.

Zhang Yong's description of the mess was normal. After all, this little guy was not good at action.

In the past, when capturing Japanese spies and the like, it was always others who charged into the fray. He could just watch from behind. Now, all of a sudden, he's killing people, and it would be strange if his memory was in order.

If Zhang Yong's account was watertight and methodical, he would instead suspect that it was a fabrication.

Obviously, Zhang Yong was not yet at that level.

Is this a meritorious deed?

Of course it is. It's still a very meritorious deed.

Because, in Mao Renfeng's view, with a little manipulation, good news will come.

The Tongji Agency has been completely destroyed!

Almost all the spies from the Tongji Agency have been captured, and now even their head of the secret service has been killed. Doesn't this mean that the Tongji Agency has been rooted out?

This is an achievement!

If the Fuxing Society doesn't make a move, it means they are not going to. But when they do make a move, it is a big one.

They dug up a Japanese spy agency. They wiped it out. Who else could have achieved such a feat?

Once the report is submitted, the Commander-in-Chief will be absolutely delighted.

He will naturally have more trust in the Division Commander.

The fifth division will be established soon, and he, Mao Renfeng, also needs good news.

Now it's good. Flawless!

...

After dawn, Zhang Yong quietly returned to the Hotel de Paris.

As soon as he got close to the hotel, he noticed a small red dot. He got closer and closer. He discovered that the red dot was inside the hotel.

He was secretly happy.

Did the Japanese spy agency send someone else to deliver the money?

Was it the same guy as before?

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He parked the car. He entered the hotel lobby. He went to the reception desk. He discovered that Chu Chu was already at work.

This woman. Truly amazing. She can change roles so easily.

Last night she was still a member of the thieves' gang. Today she is just a little receptionist.

If he hadn't talked to her in depth, he would never have believed that there were so many stories behind this gentle and obedient woman.

He arrived at the front desk. Chu Chu came up to greet him. Their eyes met. It was flawless.

'Good morning, Mr. Liu!'

'Good morning, Miss Chu Chu! Is Room 402 occupied? Do you know the guest?'

'No. I've never seen him before.'

'Are you sure?'

'Of course. I'm the one who checked him in. He just checked in an hour ago.'

'Oh, thank you.'

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

It seems that the Department of Justice has sent someone else. There are really a lot of devils.

I wonder how much silver he will bring this time?

Damn it. If there is not 30,000 silver taels, he will let Wu Liuqi tear up the ticket.

First chop off one hand...

Chu Chu suddenly reached out.

'What?' Zhang Yong pretended to be stupid.

'The thing,' Chu Chu bit her lip.

'Meet me in 306 after work.'

'Just this once.'

'Okay!'

Zhang Yong nodded.

Once is once. Once is a lot.

Once today. Once in the morning. Once in the evening. Once tomorrow morning. Once tomorrow evening...

Hey, that feels good!

"By the way, someone left an envelope for you.'

'Oh? Let me see.'

'Be careful, it's poisonous.'

'Thanks!'

Zhang Yong took the envelope.

He opened it carefully. Inside was a banknote.

Ten US dollars.

He tilted his head. He pondered. What did it mean?

Who had given him ten US dollars? What was the purpose of giving him ten US dollars? What was the hidden meaning?

He thought and thought, but could not come up with an answer.

So he gave up. First, he went up to the sixth floor. He greeted Zhongyang and the others.

'Captain!'

'You all go rest. I'll take charge.'

'Okay!'

Zhongyang and the others went with peace of mind.

Zhang Yong silently pondered the hotel map. He studied how to act alone.

Although he was still shaken from last night's battle, it had also given him some confidence. He felt that he could still carry out a sneak attack.

He could not defeat the enemy in a head-on battle, so he could only attack from behind. Although it was not glorious, as long as he won, it would be fine.

However, this Japanese spy would definitely not continue to fall for his tricks. It would be impossible to continue to use bricks to ambush him.

What should he do?

Zhang Yong decided to go down to the lobby on the first floor.

He liked sitting in the hotel lobby, watching the guests come and go.

Perhaps at some point, inspiration would come.

He took the elevator downstairs.

and arrives in the lobby. He finds a corner and sits down.

Cross-legged, he silently monitors the movements of the Japanese spy in Room 402.

However, the Japanese spy is simply moving around in the room. He has not left the room. He has probably learned his lesson.

The other party is likely still carrying weapons. For example, a gun. Or explosives.

If the sneak attack fails, he will be the one who dies. He really does not want to die right now.

He still has plans with Chu Chu this afternoon...

Suddenly, a red dot appears in the distance.

Zhang Yong took out his binoculars and looked carefully. His face suddenly turned very strange.

He saw an acquaintance.

Who?

Li Xueyi. Or Ma Donggui. His Japanese name was Kitakata Taro.

This guy had been hit by Zhang Yong twice in a row. Zhang Yong had thought that he would have left Jinling by now. But no, he was still here. And he was once again appearing in front of Zhang Yong.

For a moment, Zhang Yong couldn't describe what he felt.

He actually felt a little sympathy for the other guy.

But there was no way around it, so he immediately arranged for the third hit...

The first two times didn't kill the other person. Maybe the third time will kill him. There is a saying, 'There's no third time.'

He watched as Kitakata Taro walked in from the hotel entrance.

He didn't say anything.

He just quietly observed Kitakata Taro's movements.

However, it seemed that he sensed something, because Kitakata Taro suddenly turned his head.

Then he saw Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong: ...

Ah! What are you doing turning your head?

I'm not even going to meet you. Why did you turn your head?

It's over. We met again.

How should I greet the other person?

With a smile? Go up and hug the other person? Forget it. I really can't do it. After all, I've hit someone twice...

'Liu Sang!'

'Liu Sang!'

Suddenly, I heard Kitakata Kotaro exclaim in delight.

His expression of joy was beyond words.

Zhang Yong: ?

What's going on?

What's Kitakata Kotaro so happy about?

It's like a suffering person meeting a savior.

By the way, is this guy crazy?