Chapter 230: Kill the hostage first

Once the Japanese spy was taken away, Zhang Yong would be fine.

Writing the action report was Yang Zhi's business. He was in charge of the writing.

Yang Zhi would figure out how to write it.

It was just a matter of writing a report.

He took Song Ziyu back to the new office area. She had strongly requested a 'one-on-one interview'.

'Oh? You've moved?'

'The old place was too small. There weren't enough seats for all the people.'

'So there are more and more people in the Restoration Society?'

'It's because there are more and more Japanese spies. It's like they're in their own world.'

'That's right. The Japanese have been getting more and more arrogant lately. They made the Ho-Mei Agreement, and now they want to make Yunnan independent.'

'Is that true? The Japanese have their hands in Yunnan?'

Zhang Yong couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

But then he felt relieved. China was so big, where didn't the Japanese have their influence?

The incident in Guangdong and Guangxi next year was obviously planned by the Japanese.

The southwest bordered the French colony, and it was not surprising that the Japanese wanted to seize the French interests and stir up trouble.

The Japanese were indeed very aggressive these days. They dared to defy anyone. They saw enemies everywhere. They were extremely arrogant.

'Who told you that?'

'I don't remember. I heard it from someone anyway.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

Since Song Ziyu said so, it must be true. He thought of the Sichuan-West China Club.

The Japanese claws had also reached the Sichuan-Chongqing area.

He had to say, the Japanese were really crazy.

His thoughts returned to reality. How could he lure Kintaro Nogata out?

'Please!'

The two of them enter the office.

Zhang Yong invites her to sit down and makes tea. There is still a programme to be made.

The interview, after all, has to reveal some information.

'Ring ring ring!'

'Ring ring ring!'

Suddenly, the phone rings.

Doubt. Who could be calling? Pick up the receiver.

'Shaolong, it's me!'

'Oh, it's Director Yang!'

'Congratulations!'

'Same to you.'

Zhang Yong responds with a smile. It turns out to be Yang Shanfu calling.

He must have heard that Kumazo Takekawa had been arrested. So he called to congratulate him. This Yang was a real man of the world.

His nephew Yang Zhi must have been in the limelight this time.

With his good looks, he would definitely become the subject of much gossip after appearing in the newspaper.

'Shaolong, thank you.

'We're all family. You're too polite.'

'Please take care of Yang Zhi!'

'He's doing a good job. I'm very satisfied. Really.'

'Then you should give him a good training. Hit him if you want, scold him if you want, I guarantee he won't complain.'

'No, I can't do that. How can I hit and scold someone who is so good?'

'By the way, what should we do with the Japanese spy? Have you heard?'

'The Commander-in-Chief has ordered that we identify him, publicly execute him and announce it.'

'Then, Shao Long, you should be careful in the future.'

'I will.'

'If you don't have to, you'd better not appear around Yuhuatai.'

'Why?'

'The Japanese invaders are not communists. I'm afraid they will retaliate.'

'Understood!'

Zhang Yong nodded.

In fact, he had thought of this too.

Publicly executing a Japanese spy would indeed be satisfying.

However, the Japanese are expected to go crazy.

In addition to diplomatic pressure, various Japanese spies will probably also move at the sound of the news and flock to the scene.

In particular, the Japanese secret service, the Nan Kuan Jiguan, is specialised in sabotage and assassination and is very good at carrying out operations. Now that Kumazo Takegawa has been arrested, how can they remain indifferent?

I expect that they will soon launch various retaliatory operations. In particular, they will target the Fuxing Society. And they will target Zhang Yong.

The Japanese spies should be able to find out that it was Zhang Yong who arrested him.

Therefore, for his own safety, he must definitely be on his guard.

In short, in the short term, he must never act alone.

If you get separated from the group, you're dead.

When you're out and about, you should take at least one squad with you. Take a dozen people with you for protection.

'Thank you!'

'Shaolong, be careful!'

'Thank you!'

Zhang Yong sincerely thanked him.

Yang Shanfang's repeated emphasis showed that this matter could not be taken lightly. The slightest negligence would be irreparable.

He slowly put down the receiver after Yang Shanfang hung up.

'Are you in danger?' Song Ziyu sensed something was wrong.

'We've caught a big Japanese spy. The Japanese may want to retaliate,' Zhang Yong admitted frankly.

'Then, you must never go out alone.'

'I know.'

'The Japanese are insane and capable of anything.'

'I understand!'

Zhang Yong nodded.

He would definitely not go out and get killed.

Since the situation was so volatile, he would just bide his time. That was survival wisdom.

'You be careful too.'

'Me?'

'Yes.'

'I'm a journalist. It's no big deal.'

'No. I'm afraid the Japanese spy will link you to me. If they can't touch me, they'll go after you. That would be bad.'

'You mean, the Japanese will use me to blackmail you?'

'It's not impossible...'

'If that happens, what will you do?'

'I...'

Zhang Yong paused.

What could he do? Of course he would shoot.

Either the Japanese spy dies.

Or the hostage dies.

Anyway, it's like in those spy dramas: it's absolutely impossible to put down your gun.

If the situation is not right, he will directly call in the machine gun. And the hostage will be killed along with the Japanese spy. If the hostage dies, there will be no more hostages.

It's very cold.

It's very cruel.

But, this is his choice.

Therefore, he doesn't want to have any relatives. Even family members should stay away.

Someone like Song Ziyu. Of course he didn't want her to get too close to him. Otherwise, if that day ever came, she would surely perish.

Suddenly, he understood why the Chief had later forbidden the military intelligence officers to get married.

Perhaps it was also to avoid this cruel scene. Since he had chosen this line of work, he had to accept this cruel set-up.

'You said that I could accept it.'

'First, kill the hostage.'

'You...'

Song Ziyu was silent.

Zhang Yong was also silent.

There is no explanation. This is it.

So, Miss Song, think carefully. We are not on the same page.

We are both devils from hell.

'Ring, ring...'

'Ring, ring...'

Suddenly, the phone rang again.

He picked up the receiver. It was Mao Renfeng calling.

'Secretary Mao.'

'Shao Long, is Miss Song with you?'

'Yes. She is next to me.'

'That's good. I just wanted to remind you that you must never go out alone these days. Not even when you go home. When you go out on a mission, you must take at least ten people with you.'

'Thank you, Secretary Mao, I will.'

'The Japanese may retaliate furiously. Some Japanese people are desperate and fanatical. We must not underestimate them.'

'I know.'

'Good. Please be careful.'

'Understood,'

Zhang Yong replied respectfully.

Mao then hung up.

'It seems that everyone is very worried about you,' Song Ziyu said slowly.

'It feels like I've stirred up a hornet's nest?' Zhang Yong said with some self-deprecation.

Damn, it's just the capture of a Japanese spy, right?

Can the Japanese still directly provoke a war? It's not that crazy, right?

However, it is inevitable that various killers will be concentrated in Jinling to take revenge crazily.

The targets of revenge may not just be him, Zhang Yong.

They may include everyone in the Fuxing Society.

They may even include all the top-level officials of the Nationalist government.

At this time, the Japanese were already a little obsessed and absolutely crazy.

What does this mean?

It means that there will be more and more Japanese spies in Jinling.

From a certain perspective, there will also be more and more Japanese spies that you can catch...

Of course, it may not be that easy.

At this time, the Japanese spies who flocked to Nanjing should all be killers. They all have weapons. They are also good at blasting...

Damn, they are all talented!

'Are you scared?' Song Ziyu suddenly asked.

'A little,' Zhang Yong said honestly. 'I'm worried about being ambushed by Japanese spies. That would be terrible.'

'I thought you'd say you weren't afraid,'

'Nonsense. Who isn't afraid? I'm not a god. How could I not be afraid?'

'True,'

Song Ziyu mused.

Little did he know that Zhang Yong was truly not afraid.

He was a time traveler, after all, so what was there to be afraid of?

If he died, he would just go back to the 21st century. He might have regrets. But he definitely would not be afraid.

As long as he is not captured alive by the Japanese spies and tortured, he will be fine.

'By the way, let me tell you something personal.'

'Go ahead.'

'Last time you said you could help me buy stocks.'

'Yes. I did say that.'

'Okay. Help me buy some. But keep it a secret.'

'How much?'

'10,000 US dollars.'

'Okay. Pay up.'

'I have a 10,000 US dollar reward from Madam...'

'Cut the crap!'

Song Ziyu's face was weird.

So, in the end, he wanted to help him drum up support!

I thought he really had $10,000. It turns out he was thinking about the $10,000 reward that Madam had promised.

This guy! You really...

You were worried that Madam would renege on her promise!

"That...'

Zhang Yong looked a little embarrassed.

It is true that he was a little worried that Madam would renege on her promise. In case she doesn't honour it...

No. I might have to spend a little.

'How about this. You help me out and ask. We'll split the $10,000 fifty-fifty...'

'Really?'

Song Ziyu's eyes rolled.

Zhang Yong: ...

Oops. That was rash.

Why did I suggest splitting it 50-50?

Crap...

I'll lose $5,000 for no reason.

But if Madam really pretends to have forgotten, there's nothing he can do about it. And no one would dare to push. Not even the Director.

That would be tragic. In the end, I won't even get the $5,000.

Sigh, this is so difficult.

'Really,' Zhang Yong answered with a frown.

It was a huge loss. It hurt.

Losing $5,000 for no reason. It was even more difficult than death.

But...

You can't catch a wolf without giving up your children.

'Okay. I'll ask for you. If I find out anything, we'll buy stocks together. We'll split the profits.'

'Okay...'

'What stocks do you want to buy?'

'Coca-Cola, General Motors, Lockheed. Just these few!'

'Okay,'

Song Ziyu nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps outside. He looked up. It was Gu Bafeng.

Oh, it's the Military Police Headquarters.

'Chief Zhang!'

Gu Bafeng deliberately yelled.

Zhang Yong nodded. He waved his hand. He invited him to sit down.

Feel free to call me whatever you like.

'Your uncle is here?'

'Of course. For such an important matter, he definitely had to come in person. He had to see it for himself.'

'Right!'

'That's right. This is the guy. Damn, he caused such a big mess. He got the Military Arsenal and my uncle scolded by the Committee for half the night. Now that we've finally caught this son of a bitch, I'll set up the machine gun and send him a few hundred rounds. Son of a bitch!'

'There's just some intelligence that you may not know yet. The Japanese spies may retaliate furiously.'

'Retaliate? What the hell! Our military police...'

Gu Bafeng looked full of disdain.

They have five regiments of military police, nearly 10,000 people, and they're afraid of retaliation from the Japanese invaders?

What a joke!

'Ring ring ring...'

'Ring ring ring...'

The phone suddenly rang.

Zhang Yong picked up the receiver. He found that it was Mao Renfeng calling again.

'Secretary Mao.'

'Shaolong. The Japanese invaders have started retaliation. They blew up the train station in Shimonoseki.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong was stunned.

The Japanese invaders retaliated? So quickly?

Damn it. The Japanese invaders are really arrogant!

Fine! Wait! I'll be there soon!