Chapter 214: The Explosion

Zhang Yong took Li Yunyang upstairs.

Let her walk around on her own. The main thing is to gain some knowledge.

She may not have been exposed to scenes like this before, so she needs to learn little by little...

She should be able to use the toilet.

Okay, I'll give a brief explanation first.

Also, the soft mattress, I don't know if you're used to sleeping on it?

This small Western-style building is actually habitable. The guest room and master bedroom are both empty. There are also bedding sets.

The kitchen is also empty. The utility room also has oil, salt, rice and flour.

If you don't have high expectations, it's perfectly habitable. The prerequisite is that you are brave enough.

Because there are many funeral offerings stacked outside. Although it has been airing all day, the smell is not very good. Most people would definitely not dare to live here.

At least, Zhang Yong himself would not dare.

He knows there are no ghosts. But he can't stop his imagination running away with him.

Besides, there's a haunted house across the road.

Once his mind starts to wander, he can't help feeling scared.

'Are you scared?'

'Why should I be?'

'Would you dare to stay here alone at night?'

'Yes.'

'Good. You'll be living here from now on.'

'Great!'

Li Yunya doesn't care.

This place is much better than the wilderness.

All those gods, demons and monsters are just figments of the imagination. But poisonous snakes can really kill you.

As summer approaches, poisonous snakes become more active in the wild. If you're not careful, you could get bitten. If you're unlucky, that could be the end of you.

At least there are no poisonous snakes here.

'Bang!'

Suddenly, a gunshot echoes from afar.

Li Yunya reacts quickly. He draws his gun immediately. He quickly hides behind a pillar.

Zhang Yong: ...

Not bad. Quick reaction. Sensitive to gunshots.

If you adapt to your environment, you should make a good killer.

'Pop!'

Another gunshot is heard.

Still from a distance.

The one in front should be a pistol. The one behind is a rifle.

Something must have happened. It's the middle of the night, and they're firing guns.

But these things have nothing to do with the Fuxing Society. Naturally, the military police and the police will handle it.

He waved his hand to indicate that everything was fine. But Li Yunyang still held onto her gun.

In this strange environment, only the gun was the most reliable. It could handle any danger.

Zhang Yong also didn't say anything else. She could do whatever she liked.

'Boom...'

Suddenly, an explosion was heard.

The sound of the explosion was quite loud. It was obviously very far away. Still, it was very shocking.

Zhang Yong: ???

What's going on?

Where did the explosion come from?

Judging by the sound, it must have been at least several dozen kilograms of TNT...

'Boom...'

Another explosion was heard.

Zhang Yong walked to the window. He looked in the direction from which the sound of the explosion came.

It was southwest. Towards Wuhu.

Strange, what are they doing over there? Fighting a war? The shells were not that loud!

He frowned.

He was not getting anywhere.

Fortunately, there were only two loud explosions. After that, there was no more noise. So he didn't worry about it.

So many things happened every day in Jinling City, how could he possibly keep track of them all.

He looked at the time. It was midnight. Time to go home.

'Zhongyang!'

'Yes!'

'Get ready to call it a day!'

'Yes!'

Zhongyang agreed, and told everyone to get ready to call it a day.

It had been a busy day, but they hadn't done anything. They had spent the whole day dealing with these antiques.

'Everyone, tomorrow is a holiday!'

'Yes!'

Zhongyang suddenly broke into a smile.

The others were also very happy.

Zhang Yong was giving them the opportunity to make some extra money.

It had been agreed before: each person could pick one antique from the scene and sell it tomorrow. The money would be exchanged for foreign currency. Then they would send it back home.

According to market estimates, even the cheapest antique was worth 200 to 300 yuan.

In other words, everyone could make a fortune again.

The team led by Zhang Yong was made up of police cadets selected from Hangzhou. Most of them came from average families. Naturally, they were overjoyed at such an opportunity to make extra money.

They packed their things.

Each one retreated.

'Ring ring ring...'

Just then, the phone in the lobby rang again.

Zhang Yong happened to be next to the phone. So he picked it up casually. He wondered who was calling.

It was the middle of the night, so he wondered who it was.

'Hello...'

'Secretary Mao.'

Zhang Yong recognized the voice.

It was actually Mao Renfeng's voice.

Heh heh, that's impressive. This king of corruption is still at work.

He even personally called the phone to this side of Wutong Road.

'Shaolong, you're still busy!'

'Secretary Mao, you're still at work too! It's almost morning.'

'Alas, there's a bit too much work. I can't get away.'

'I've almost finished here. I'm ready to leave.'

'That's good.'

'Secretary Mao, if there's anything you need, just say so. I can still work.'

'I wasn't going to ask you. But they specified that you had to go over there. They said if you didn't go, they'd find someone else to take your place. There's nothing I can do about it. You have a good reputation, so I'm sorry to have to trouble you.'

'What exactly happened?'

'There was an explosion at the Ordnance Department. A gun barrel production line was destroyed. The damage is very heavy. The initial judgment is sabotage by Japanese spies.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong was a little surprised.

Japanese spies are really rampant! Dare to commit an explosion!

The Ordnance Department is actually the Jinling Ordnance Factory. It can produce weapons and ammunition.

What was destroyed was actually the gun barrel production line?

Although he doesn't know the specific situation, Zhang Yong also feels that the situation is serious.

'You go over there first! The director will be there soon.'

'Understood.'

Zhang Yong hangs up the phone.

Sure enough, when guns go off, nothing good happens. I have to work overtime again.

I promised to take tomorrow off, so I can't go back on my word, can I? Of course not. You should take your vacation when you're supposed to.

'Zhongyang!'

'Liuqi!'

'Here!'

The two came up.

They could tell from Zhang Yong's expression that they would not be able to go home.

Something must have gone seriously wrong.

Who knew, Zhang Yong said, 'You lead the team back. Unless there are special orders, tomorrow is a rest day.'

'Captain, are you sure we don't need to go?' Zhongyang was not at all reassured.

'I don't think so,' Zhang Yong said casually, 'There are a lot of military police at the scene, they will handle it.'

'Okay,' Zhong Yang and Wu Liuqi led the team back.

Zhang Yong waved at Li Yunya, 'I'm going on a mission. You stay here. Get used to it.'

Li Yunya wanted to say something but stopped.

Zhang Yong drove. He quickly headed southwest.

Jinling Arsenal was near Shuilin Bridge. Shuilin Bridge was a major transportation hub.

To enter the arsenal, one had to pass through Shuilin Bridge.

They gradually approach Shui Ling Bridge. They notice that there are already a lot of people gathered here. There are a large number of military police on site enforcing martial law.

In the distance, they see two people they dislike the most: Ye Wansheng and Li Shiqun.

They are confused.

Why is the secret service headquarters here?

Oh, they must be trying to blame the Red Party for the disaster. This will increase their influence.

Then they see Chun Yu Chi again.

Well, this guy is here too!

Damn, why is he here? Mao Renfeng's arrangement is really...

If he said Chun Yu Chi was here, Zhang Yong wouldn't want to come. He didn't know if other people would hold a grudge or not, but Zhang Yong definitely would.

'Creak!'

Suddenly, another car arrived.

It stopped. Someone got out. It was Kong Fansong from the Kong family. What a surprise. He was here too.

Strange, what does the military factory have to do with his Kong family?

Could it be that the Kong family is behind the military factory? Or even the Kong family's business?

Then another military vehicle arrived. It belonged to the military police headquarters.

It was Gu Bafeng.

'Shaolong!'

Gu Bafeng saw Zhang Yong at a glance.

Zhang Yong nodded. He walked over. It was good to have acquaintances. Acquaintances with whom you could chat. To gather more information.

'You came alone?'

'Yes.'

'Where are the others?'

'They're on holiday.'

'You're really fearless, not bringing anyone with you!'

'There are so many people around, who would dare to stick their heads out?'

'Damn, I don't know who did it either. So arrogant. When they're caught, they'll get beaten half to death.'

'We'll see about that!'

Zhang Yong leaned against the car and watched the fun.

Mao Renfeng told him to come, so he came. But he didn't know who to look for.

He was told that he was specifically requested. But he didn't see anyone greet him. Since there was no follow-up, he didn't bother to take the initiative to move forward.

He would wait until the seat was taken before doing anything.

The bird that shoots its head first often becomes a target for others.

Just be a member of the audience for now. Yawn.

Soon after, another big shot appeared. It was none other than Minister He of the Ministry of Military Affairs.

How exaggerated. Minister He is here too.

'What gun?' Zhang Yong asked Gu Bafeng quietly, 'Is it important?'

'The 75mm Krupp mountain gun production line that was just introduced from the Germans, do you think it's important?' Gu Bafeng whispered in reply.

'I understand.' Zhang Yong let out a gasp.

The Japanese spy's intelligence was very accurate.

The blow was also very deadly.

The production line that had just been introduced was destroyed. The purpose was self-evident.

'Shaolong!'

Suddenly, someone called out next to him.

It was the voice of Kong Fansong. He had to smile and greet the other person.

Alas, the two metal masters have actually been recovered. But I still feel that they can be put to some use. So I haven't handed them in yet.

'Shaolong...'

'I'll have something soon. I'll have the stuff by the day after tomorrow at the latest.'

'Good.

Kong Fansong was finally relieved.

Since Zhang Yong said so, he was sure of it.

Good.

Good. Finally, a worry was laid to rest.

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