Chapter 242: Rensuke Isogai is furious

'Why are you here?'

'I heard there was excitement here, so I hurried over.'

'It is exciting. But it has nothing to do with us.'

'Come. Have some tea.'

'Come.'

Zhang Yong raised his glass and clinked it against Gu Bafeng.

Drinking doesn't really fit the mood here. It might offend the foreigners. Tea is fine.

They're having some intense negotiations over there. The British have sent their warships. I don't know what they'll do. It feels like they could start fighting at any moment. But here, it's all peace and quiet.

This guy, Gu Bafeng, has even had the tea table propped up. He's inviting Zhang Yong to drink tea.

The tea is definitely good. Authentic West Lake Longjing. Pre-rain tea.

It's just as well that Yang Lichu is here.

'Why are you here?' Zhang Yong was curious.

What did Yang Lichu have to do with what was going on here? She seemed to be in the technical department...

Rescuing hostages didn't seem to require the technical department.

'I'm implicated by you.'

'What?'

'Now if you make a little noise, everyone will think of me.'

'Why?'

'Why do you think?'

Yang Lichu had a stern face.

She wasn't angry, but she was a little depressed.

Earlier, at the entrance to the air force base, she had been embraced by Zhang Yong, and the affection they had shared had caused a lot of misunderstanding.

Many people had thought that she and Zhang Yong had an ambiguous relationship.

It had left her not knowing what to do.

Defend herself? The more she tried to explain, the worse it got.

Stay silent? It was a fait accompli.

What's more, Zhang Yong was still a popular rising star. Everyone praised him.

At least, Minister Min and Zhang Ping had a very good impression of Zhang Yong. It was said that his wife also had a very good impression of him. She felt that Zhang Yong was a capable young man.

So Yang Li had a lot of pent-up frustration, and didn't know whom to confide in.

Whenever anyone saw her, they thought of Zhang Yong. And they would look at her strangely.

For example, this time, someone had taken a hostage, but it had nothing to do with the Air Freight Department. But for some reason, Deputy Minister Min Gang suddenly said, 'It's possible that the dock needs an English interpreter. Yang, you go. It would be best to go find Zhang Yong. See what's going on. See if we can help.

After all, most of the people in the Air Ministry have studied abroad. The proportion of those who have been educated abroad is very high. If the British or Americans need help, they are happy to help. This will strengthen relations with the great powers. In the future, there will be more channels for buying aircraft or training pilots.

You see, it was an acquaintance who introduced Chen Nai-fu.

So Yang Lichu was sent here. She came to see Zhang Yong. As a result, they ended up having tea together.

There was nothing much to do anyway. Apart from drinking tea, there was nothing else to do.

Zhang Yong couldn't leave either.

He knew that Gu Xiaoru was still waiting for him at the Hotel de Paris.

The Minister had given him full authority. He definitely couldn't leave. Otherwise, he would be derelict in his duty.

It was boring. He had no choice but to drink tea. He asked Yang Lichu something in passing.

Otherwise, it would really be boring.

'Beauty, how many planes does your Air Force have?'

'Why do you ask?'

'Just curious.'

'A few hundred, I guess.'

'Three hundred is a few hundred, and nine hundred is a few hundred. How many is a few hundred?'

'Classified.'

'Hm...'

Zhang Yong had to give up.

Gu Bafeng suddenly frowned. He hesitated to speak.

'What's wrong?'

'Nothing.'

'Speak.'

'I'm saying, there are some things you shouldn't ask about. It's easy to get into trouble.'

'What kind of situation?'

'The year before last, there was a fire at Nanchang Airport, you probably don't know about it. A lot of data was lost.'

'Really?'

'Let me tell you, the Air Force is a very deep pool. You must never pry into their affairs. Otherwise, even the President can't protect you.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong was shocked.

Even the President can't protect you? That means...

Seeing Gu Bafeng's mysterious expression, it didn't seem like he was talking nonsense.

'Yang Yongtai is a fool.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong was even more surprised.

Gu Bafeng was actually badmouthing Yang Yongtai.

You see, Yang Yongtai is the brain behind the Prime Minister. He is very famous.

How could...

Gu Bafeng looked around, lowered his voice, and said seriously, 'In short, don't ask questions you shouldn't, otherwise, sooner or later, you will get into trouble. No exceptions.'

'Understood,' Zhang Yong suddenly remembered something. He suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He hurriedly agreed.

What had he remembered? He remembered the assassination of Yang Yongtai.

That's right. Yang Yongtai was assassinated. But he couldn't remember the time or place.

Anyway, it was a very suspicious death.

As a favourite of the warlord, he was assassinated. And no one knew who the killer was.

On Chinese soil, if the killer of an assassination cannot be found, it can basically be said with 99.99% certainty that the warlord ordered the hit. That's right. It was the military intelligence.

In other words, the KMT sent someone to kill Yang Yongtai.

So the question is, why did the KMT want to kill Yang Yongtai? And why didn't the Committee Chairman investigate?

It's obvious!

Damn, that was close.

Some things really shouldn't be asked.

No wonder the Committee Chairman couldn't protect himself. The Committee Chairman didn't want a fire in his backyard either.

'Tea!'

'Tea!'

and hastily lifted the teacup.

Luckily, the reminder came quickly.

Yang Lichu frowned slightly. She wanted to speak but stopped.

Obviously, she didn't quite agree with Gu Bafeng's statement. She felt a bit insulted. But in the end, she didn't know what to say.

It was all a fight between big shots. They were all frogs at the bottom of the well, so why bother?

'Hey, Shaolong, what do you think, how will this matter be resolved in the end?' Gu Bafeng brought the conversation back to the Uranus cruise ship.

'I don't know,' Zhang Yong shook his head.

He was the one who started this mess. But he really had no idea how it would be resolved.

The British definitely wouldn't let the Japanese go. The hostages had to be rescued. But how? It was hard to say. The British probably didn't have enough firepower either.

Sinking the Uranus with gunfire was of course no problem at all. Two or three shells would do the trick.

The problem was that the hostages would be killed as well.

At this time, the British media was very well developed, and no one dared to do that.

Wester would never dare to order the killing of hostages. Otherwise, he would be the next one to be killed.

So what would happen in the end?

Negotiations? Verbal sparring?

Or would a commando unit be sent to the ship to rescue the hostages?

To be honest, in the UK, there might be a Special Air Service or something like that. But there was definitely none in the Far East.

Not in Jinling, not in Songhu. Not even in Singapore.

The British had no special forces in the Far East. They did have regular troops, though. The question was, would they be any use?

If they stormed the ship, they might kill the hostages.

If they were polar bears, it wouldn't matter. They didn't care about the hostages anyway.

But the British definitely couldn't do it. If they really killed a bunch of hostages, the Prime Minister might even have to apologise. Or even step down.

The British were now typical of people who couldn't fight others. But they were very good at fighting their own people.

Churchill is a typical example.

No matter how much credit he gets, he was eventually killed by his own people.

No solution.

In the end, the result is likely to be pressure on the Japanese to release the people.

But the Japanese are also in a difficult position.

If they agree, it will confirm that the hijackers are Japanese.

If they don't agree, the British will be even more annoyed. Perhaps the Ministry of Foreign Affairs will be targeted by the British in the future.

Anyway, the Japanese are in a difficult position.

In fact, that was exactly what happened.

Rensuke Isogai was at his wit's end. He was furious inside.

The Kusu Agency, these useless idiots, had no idea what trouble they were causing the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

'Where's Moriguchi?'

'Your Excellency, we can't get in touch with him for the time being.'

'Damn it!'

Rensuke Isogai was furious.

He thought Moriguchi was hiding.

In fact, that wasn't the case. Moriguchi was on his way to Nanking by boat.

He was on a ship, drifting on the sea, and of course he could not be contacted. So, as far as the situation was concerned, Moriguchi Muta knew nothing about it.

The other members of the Kusu Agency did not know what to do without the orders of Major General Moriguchi.

Without Moriguchi, there was no way to contact the Japanese spies on the ship.

A group of Japanese spies acting without authorization had created so many problems that no one could easily fix them.

'Hagah!'

Isogai Rensuke could only curse in secret.

There was nothing he could do. He could only use the stalling tactic. He said that he didn't know anything either. He needed to investigate.

However, the British didn't have that kind of patience.

A second British warship arrived at the scene in the evening. It completely blocked off the Titanic.

In the middle of the night, an American warship also arrived at the scene.

The French didn't have any warships arrive. However, 300 soldiers did. They arrived by train from the Shanghai concession.

Subsequently, British and American soldiers arrived one after the other.

The dock at Shimonoseki was full of soldiers.

Yang Lichu suddenly asked, 'Zhang Yong, if you were in charge, could you eliminate all the Japanese spies and safely rescue the hostages?'

'What?' Zhang Yong was taken aback. He looked at the other person sideways.

Us?

Kill the Japanese invaders?

Rescue the hostages?

'Yes,' Yang Lichu nodded and repeated, 'In case the foreigners fail in their operation and ask for help, do you have a plan?'

'I...' Zhang Yong paused. He didn't answer immediately.

This idea was novel.

It was possible. Although it was a bit risky.

After all, he had a very special three-dimensional map display function.

As long as he got close to the cruise ship, he would know exactly where each Japanese spy was. Then he could follow the map and kill them one by one.

The prerequisite was that there were no other hidden killers.

Only Japanese spies.

'Section Chief Yang, you're thinking too much,' Gu Bafeng shook his head.

'Hm,' Zhang Yong nodded.

Indeed, Yang Lichu was being whimsical. Daydreaming.

How could the British ask the Chinese to do it? Look at them, they've even deployed their battleship here, they must be going to do it themselves.

Unless they can't handle it themselves, they would never ask for help from anyone else.

Even if they did ask for help, they would ask the other powers for help. Like the United States, France. Even Germany. They would never consider China.

'I was just asking casually,' Yang Lichu didn't take it too seriously.

It was just an idea.

Just an idea.

She also knew that the British would never ask the Chinese for help.

Zhang Yong: ...

That's enough. It's almost time. Let's go.

It's all in the hands of the foreigners now. It's got nothing to do with us. It's late at night. I'd better go back to the Hotel de Paris.

Gu Xiaoru is waiting for me there. It's not good to keep her waiting.

So I walked away with style.

I went back to the Hotel de Paris.