Chapter 317, Kill! Kill! Kill!

'You tricked me?'

Zhang Yong choked Akita Ichiro's neck.

You want to die, right? Why didn't you say Goose Town?

'Huang Silang...' Akita Ichiro rolled his eyes and gasped for breath with difficulty, 'his code name is Huang Silang...'

'If it were my real name, I'd be damned.' Zhang Yong was furious.

He had been tricked by this guy.

Luckily, he had been sent to Sicily. Otherwise, sending him to Brazil would have been a huge loss.

'You're going to strangle him,' Tang Shengming said.

Zhang Yong let go of him.

Akita Ichiro coughed desperately. His face was pale.

If Tang Shengming hadn't spoken, Zhang Yong really would have strangled him. Strangling a Japanese spy was nothing.

'What else do you know?'

'He was turned by the Tans. I heard it from the Tans too.'

'Get lost!'

Tang Shengming waved his hand.

In the end, he let the Japanese spy go.

If it had been Zhang Yong, he would have thrown the spy into the sea to feed the fish.

After all that, you just gave a code name?

What's the point of a code name?

The Creeper listened for a long time. Who knows which one it is.

In fact, it's not even clear whether there is a Creeper. And this Huang Silang is also... It's possible that it's all a diversion.

It was all for nothing.

We have to start our investigation all over again.

The only thing we've achieved is to confirm that there is a traitor.

And he's in the Military Senate.

I'm not happy.

I glare at Akita Ichiro.

I want to kill him.

'I, I have some more information, but I don't know if it's true...'

'Speak!'

'In Desheng Road, there is a safe house in the Juguang Agency. It stores a lot of valuable things.'

'Are you sure?'

'I heard it in passing once. The other person was drunk...'

'What's the address?'

'There are two dragon eyes opposite...'

'What do you mean?'

'That's what the other person said. I didn't know what it meant either...'

'Get lost!'

Zhang Yong let the other person go.

Tek Shing Road? Safe house? Valuable things?

It sounded like there was something going on.

His mind was completely twisted now.

If there was no benefit, he would have no motivation to do anything.

But if there was a benefit, he would be as excited as if he had been given a shot of adrenaline.

This is pathological. It needs to be cured.

But it really feels good to get rich!

Even if you don't spend a penny, it's still great to watch your wealth skyrocket in your personal space.

There doesn't seem to be much gold bars, US dollars, British pounds, or silver notes in the personal space.

It's not enough.

There's still a lot, a lot, a lot more...

'Tang Gongzi...'

'You go to Desheng Road. I'll go back and investigate Huang Silang. If I find anything, I'll let you know.'

'Thank you!'

'We'll keep in touch by phone.'

'Good!'

The two men parted ways. Tang Shengming returned to Jinling.

The Military Senate was in Jinling. The traitor codenamed Huang Silang must also be in Jinling.

He led his troops to Desheng Road.

'Chrysanthemum Agency?'

Zhang Yong pondered in silence. This was the name of a newly emerged agency.

Coming from the future, he had heard of the four major secret agencies: plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum. However, after arriving in this era, this was the first time he had heard the name Chrysanthemum Agency.

Previously, the Orchid Bureau had already appeared. I wonder if the Plum and Bamboo Bureaus have already been established?

The Japanese invaders are ruthless and bloodthirsty, but they like to be artsy. They even like to use poetic words for the names of their secret agent bureaus.

'Captain, Desheng Road is here.'

'Good. Drive slowly.'

'Yes.'

Yang Zhi ordered the convoy to slow down.

Zhang Yong also brought his thoughts back to the present. He searched carefully for any Japanese spies in the vicinity.

Desheng Road is one of the main roads in the urban area of Songhu. There are many commercial shops on both sides. Each has its own characteristics.

At night, Desheng Road is also full of people. People come and go. Endless.

A red dot is spotted. It's a Japanese.

Oh, it's not hiding its identity. Never mind. He is not the target.

Keep going.

Many red dots are spotted one after another.

Unfortunately, they are all Japanese with open identities. They are not the targets he wants to capture.

'Dragon eye...'

'What Longyan?'

Zhang Yong looked around suspiciously, searching for any information related to Longyan.

Unfortunately, looking left and right, up and down, he didn't find anything related to Longyan. There were no people selling Longyan on the street either. That was the level of Lingnan, not Songhu.

Logistics and transportation in those days were far less developed than in later generations. Fruits could not be transported over long distances. Even apples were difficult.

Therefore, fruits like Longyan could only be grown, sold and consumed in Lingnan.

Since longans are not fruits, then what are they?

'Report!'

Suddenly, someone hurriedly came.

It was Zhong Yang. He was also accompanied by his own squad. They also came by car.

'Yes?'

'Captain, headquarters wants you to call back.'

'I know.'

Zhang Yong frowned inwardly. It can't be Song Wanchun's business, can it?

Damn it. Is he really going to make me clean up the mess? Damn it. The devils are hateful! They definitely mean to make me negotiate on my own!

Then, during the negotiations, they will arrange a banquet and try to get rid of me.

He immediately went to find the phone.

He first called Mao Renfeng.

He said it was a call from headquarters, so it must be Mao Renfeng.

Sure enough, after Mao Renfeng answered the phone, he said directly, 'Shaolong, the Japanese have kidnapped Song Wanchun.'

'Have they made any demands?' Zhang Yong pretended to be stupid.

'They want to exchange him for Takekawa Kumazo.'

'What does the Minister think?'

'According to the instructions of the Commissioner, Wu Chuan Xiong San will be publicly executed tomorrow at Yuhuatai. An hour ago, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs notified the Japanese Consulate.'

'I understand.'

Zhang Yong let out a sigh of relief.

Wu Chuan Xiong San was finally going to die. Haha.

This son of a bitch.

I'll see what kind of tricks you can play tonight.

If you're capable, escape from prison.

'Tomorrow, the Japanese will hold negotiations at the Manchurian Xinxing Hotel. The Commissioner has instructed that you will still be in charge.'

'Understood,'

Zhang Yong promised. Immediately, the words 'the Banquet at Hongmen' came to mind.

No. That place is too dangerous.

The Japanese invaders must not be allowed to specify the time and place. It must be specified by oneself.

You want to negotiate? Fine. But there is a precondition. That is to listen to me.

Otherwise, I do not agree to negotiate.

You can kill Song Wanchun.

In retaliation, we will also execute more Japanese spies. We will execute them in the downtown area.

'Shaolong, do a good job,'

Mao Renfeng said encouragingly, before hanging up.

Zhang Yong took the receiver.

Executing Takekawa Kumazo showed that the Committee Chairman was not to be threatened.

It also showed that this Song Wanchun was probably just a figurehead in the Song family. He was not important.

Therefore, negotiations and such were just a distraction.

The real battle was still behind the negotiations.

If you can arrest Song Wanchun, then I'll go arrest a few more Japanese spies. If you arrest one, I'll arrest ten. Let's see who can laugh last...

He hangs up the phone.

Suddenly, a red dot appears on the map.

At first, he doesn't think much of it. But then he realises that it's not right.

The red dot is more than 100 metres away and starting to circle.

He feels a chill in his heart. Could it be an assassin?

It's possible.

He rushes to find somewhere to hide. At the same time, he gestures to Yang Zhi and Zhong Yang.

'What's wrong?'

'At ten o'clock, there's a Japanese soldier. It could be a killer.'

'I'll go check!'

Zhongyang was bored and immediately volunteered.

Yang Zhi also took his men and wanted to go straight up and catch the person.

'He might have a weapon.'

'Maybe a rifle.'

Zhang Yong couldn't see the target's exact situation. He could only judge the location based on the map.

Obviously, the red dot was looking for a commanding height.

Well, basically, it could be concluded that it was definitely a killer. Moreover, it should be carrying a rifle.

Or rather, he is carrying a Type 44 rifle.

That is the standard long-range weapon for Japanese killers.

'We'll flank them from the left and right!'

'Good!'

Yang Zhi and Zhong Yang both want to move.

They leave five people with Zhang Yong to protect him. All five are equipped with Thompson submachine guns.

There is also a barbed-wire gunner. He is responsible for carrying the rifle.

'Go!'

Zhang Yong waves his hand.

He is not afraid of enemies at close range. He is only afraid of snipers.

As long as the enemy is in sight, he can let Gangtou take the lead and shoot the opponent directly.

Behind him is a thick brick wall.

The brick wall may not be able to stop the penetration of bullets. But it can effectively block the enemy's line of sight.

Hiding behind the brick wall, the Japanese killer will not be able to find the target.

Wait patiently.

Yang Zhi and Zhong Yang are gradually approaching with their men.

They are also shown on the map. They are also shown as a series of white dots.

'No...'

Zhang Yong suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Zhong Yang, this guy, was greedy and impatient, and had run straight into the front.

That was the Japanese killer!

Exposed like this, he would definitely be killed by a single shot.

Oh no...

'Pang!'

Sure enough, the gun fired.

You could tell it was the sound of a Japanese Type 44 rifle.

On the map, a white dot disappeared.

It's over...

Someone really has been sacrificed.

The Japanese were really good shots. It was a really lethal shot.

'Pop!'

There was the sound of a rifle shot.

It was the sound of a Mauser 98K.

However, the red dot did not disappear immediately. This indicated that the shooting angle was not good.

'Pop!'

There was the sound of a Mosin-Nagant shot.

It was clean and decisive.

A moment later, the red dot disappeared.

Zhang Yong let out a sigh of relief. The target had been eliminated.

Fortunately.

This Japanese killer was operating alone and could easily be caught in the crossfire.

Soon after, Zhong Yang and Yang Zhi returned with the body of the Japanese killer. Judging by the body, it was that of a veteran Japanese soldier.

Unfortunately, Zhong Yang's team had also lost one of their own.

A young cadet. Only in his early twenties.

'It was me...'

Zhong Yang angrily pounded on the wall.

He was very annoyed. He had not chosen the right route. As a result, he had been exposed.

'This is just the beginning,'

'The invaders are rampant. More people may be sacrificed in the future.'

'If anyone feels that they are not up to the task, they can quietly leave a note for me. I agree with all of them.'

Zhang Yong said slowly.

A cruel struggle would gradually unfold.

The Japanese invaders began to retaliate furiously. We killed the Japanese invaders. The Japanese invaders killed us.

Casualties on both sides would continue to rise.

'I'm not leaving!'

'I'm not leaving!'

Yang Zhi and Zhong Yang said in unison.

The others looked at each other. They didn't say anything, but no one was backing down either.

Fear. Of course. It was only natural.

However, their comrades had been killed. Besides fear, there was also anger.

At this moment, they just wanted to kill more Japanese.

Whoever killed their comrades would have to die. Just like this Japanese killer. He was shot dead by Gangzi.

'Send someone to take the body back first,'

'We still have a mission.'

Zhang Yong tried to calm down.

Anger? Of course. Another one of his men had died.

But pure anger was useless.

Catching the Japanese spies and killing them all was the fundamental solution to the problem!

From now on, until 15 August 1945, this solution would never change. Unless he died.

So...

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!