Chapter 338: This is a conspiracy

Gao Yuanhang (Gao Zhihang) is from Liaoning Province.

He was originally a member of the artillery of the Northeast Army, but later joined the Air Force and went to France to study.

He returned after completing his studies. Unfortunately, the Mukden Incident happened. He later transferred to the Central Aviation Administration.

His skills are very good.

He invented the night takeoff technique.

Yang Junjian's night take-off technique was also taught by him.

Therefore...

It's a bit bad.

The connection with Yang Junjian is too close.

If the higher-ups want to track down Yang Junjian, they will definitely implicate Gao Yuanhang first.

'He has a foreign wife?'

'Yes.'

'Her name is Gloria?'

'Yes.'

'Russian?'

'Yes!'

'Currently her whereabouts are unknown. Could she be manipulated by the Japanese invaders?'

'Yes.

'Is there any evidence?'

'There is a suspicion.'

'Hm...'

Zhang Yong closed the folder.

All kinds of intelligence, it's very bad for Gao Yuanhang. What a hassle.

I don't know how Gao Yuanhang cleared the suspicion in the other dimension. Maybe there was no spy case in the other dimension?

'The point is his Russian wife.'

'Sigh...'

Zhang Yong sighed.

Originally, this was a beautiful story of transnational love.

When Gao Yuanhang was in the Northeast Army, he often trained flying on the Mongolian steppe and met a White Russian girl.

Her name was Gloria.

They got married.

They had two children.

However, the Central Aviation Administration stipulated that pilots could not marry foreign women.

So...

They divorced.

She left. Her whereabouts are unknown.

He married a new wife.

Originally, it was thought that everything was over.

However, someone has now dug it up.

They think he might be harbouring some resentment. Or maybe Gloria came back and tempted him again. And behind Gloria might be the Japanese.

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence?

With this motive, the coincidence is no longer a coincidence...

'Report!'

Suddenly, someone shouted outside.

Zhang Yong turned his head. He noticed it was a lieutenant. Very smart. Looks like a pilot?

"You are...'

'Reporting sir. My name is Chen Shanben.'

'What is it?'

'Sir, I'd like to ask when our instructor will be released from solitary confinement?'

'You're asking me?'

'The higher-ups say that this is a matter for Intelligence Section 3 to decide.'

'Come in!'

Zhang Yong waved him in.

Intelligence Section 3. That was his turf. It was up to him to decide?

Haha. Then there was no need to say anything. Just release the person.

But before that, there were a few routine questions. They were pretty simple.

'Yes!'

Chen Shanben walked in.

Zhang Yong inadvertently saw that there were still people outside bobbing their heads.

Well, they must be Gao Yuanhang's apprentices, all here to find out what was going on. Chen Shanben was elected as their representative.

'Do you know Gloria?'

'Yes.'

'Have you seen her recently?'

'No.'

'Have you noticed anything unusual about Captain Gao?'

'No.'

'Have you noticed anything unusual about Yang Junjian?'

'No.'

Chen Shanben replied helplessly.

They never imagined that Yang Junjian was actually the traitor!

Because of him, many people were implicated. Among them, the most serious was the instructor Gao Zhihang.

'Why did Captain Gao fill the plane with fuel at night?'

'Because he was going to teach night takeoffs!'

'Who was going to be taught that day?'

'Me.'

'Were you going to be taught to take off?'

'Yes.'

'Then Yang Junjian took the plane away.'

'Yes.'

'This is no coincidence. Yang Junjian knew that planes at the airport at night were filled with fuel.'

'Yes.'

'How much fuel was added?'

'70%.'

'Does it take this much fuel just to teach takeoffs?'

'At that time, Captain Gao also had a plan to try to fly the plane, take off from here, and head to Hangzhou's Jieqiao Airport to land. This was a night flight. Most people couldn't do it. He was worried about getting lost on the way, so he prepared more fuel. All of this is recorded in the aviation logbook. You can check it.'

'Do you dare vouch for Captain Gao?'

'Yes!'

'I warn you. If Captain Gao collaborates with the enemy, and you vouch for him, you will also be shot.'

'I believe that Captain Gao will never collaborate with the enemy. If it is true, I am willing to be shot.'

'Very well. There are a few other people, come in!'

'They…'

Chen Shanben hesitated for a moment.

He turned around and called everyone in.

Zhang Yong casually took out a piece of paper. And a pen. And some ink.

Soon, the other five men came in as well.

They were all young men. And all pilots. They all looked delicate.

They were the first generation of pilots before the War of Resistance.

After the outbreak of the War of Resistance, most of them would die for their country.

Only a very few would survive.

'Do any of you firmly believe that Captain Gao will not collaborate with the enemy? Sign and put your thumbprint on this.'

Zhang Yong spoke bluntly.

I don't want any evidence. I want to see if you dare vouch for Captain Gao.

If you dare, it means that Captain Gao is quite well liked.

If you don't dare...

'I'll do it!' Chen Shanben was the first to come forward.

He signed and put his thumbprint on the paper.

But then the second, the third, the fourth...

In the end, all six of them wrote their names and put their fingerprints down. They were still very determined.

Yang Lichu watched quietly from the side, frowning.

She felt that Zhang Yong was not really interested in screening them. It seemed that he wanted to release them directly.

However, she didn't say anything.

Anyway, no matter how it was handled, in the end, it was Zhang Yong who made the decision.

She, as the deputy director, was just a figurehead.

'Where is the solitary confinement room? Take me there!'

'Please follow me!'

Chen Shanben and the others hurriedly took Zhang Yong to the security office.

This is where Gao Yuanhang was being held.

His personal freedom was restricted. But his livelihood was guaranteed.

It wasn't exactly prison. It was simply confinement. Compared to the Fuxing Society, it was much more civilized.

After all, in the Air Force, all pilots were the pride of the nation. Not to mention a young, skilled instructor. Naturally, there would be no physical torture.

Zhang Yong surveyed the war hero + national hero without saying a word.

He looks very shy.

To be honest, he's not very handsome. He's not even as good-looking as I am!

In short, he's just plain. Maybe he's a bit introverted? Definitely not someone who jumps out at you.

'Captain Gao!'

'You are...'

'I am Zhang Yong.'

'Ah...'

Gao Yuanhang is surprised.

So he is Zhang Yong!

This is really unexpected. He is so young.

Of course he knows who Zhang Yong is.

Previously, it was Zhang Yong who investigated the incident of the memorandum and forced Yang Junjian to flee in a plane.

It was also Zhang Yong who recovered the lost memorandum.

'I have now been appointed as a staff officer of the Air Force General Staff Department's Intelligence Division 3. I am responsible for reviewing you.'

'I understand.'

'You are free to go.'

'Now?'

'Yes.'

'Did you catch Yang Junjian?'

'No.'

'Then...'

Gao Yuanhang hesitated.

The fact that he had not captured Yang Junjian was always a thorn in his side.

He really had not expected that Yang Junjian would be bribed by the Japanese spy. He had actually committed such an ugly act of treason by communicating with a foreign country.

He felt very remorseful.

He had taught Yang Junjian the skills, but had not expected such a result.

'Captain Gao, let's go!'

'I...'

'Air Force training is indispensable every day. For this kind of thing like capturing a Japanese spy, you'd better leave it to me.'

'Thank you!'

Gao Yuanhang walked out of the solitary confinement cell.

Zhang Yong went to the security office. He issued a certificate. He signed his name.

'It's done!'

Zhang Yong said to Gao Yuanhang.

The others hurried up and escorted Gao Yuanhang away.

Zhang Yong took out the blank piece of paper he had signed earlier. He tore it up and threw it away.

Yang Lichu frowned slightly. 'You believe him that much? It seems you don't have any evidence...'

'If anything happens, you'll have to execute the six pilots.'

'You...'

Yang Lichu immediately shut up.

She thought of the name and handprint on the blank piece of paper.

Although it had been torn up. However, someone must have known about this matter.

Okay, this is a conspiracy.

It was deliberately done to prevent the authorities from using excessive force. No one dares to question it.

Execute the six pilots?

You're kidding.

Absolutely impossible.

Therefore, it must be investigated to the end.

In this way, Zhang Yong could investigate slowly.

Since you asked me to investigate, it is also my responsibility to arrange for his release.

If you don't think it's right, don't ask me to investigate.

I don't want to waste my time here!

'Although the person has been released, he cannot fly until the matter is thoroughly investigated.'

'Teaching can also be done on the ground.'

'If the investigation drags on, the other five may not be able to fly either.'

'Understood. I will hurry up the investigation. By the way, does the Third Bureau of Intelligence have its own operational personnel?'

'No.'

'What if we want to catch a Japanese spy?'

'Aren't you bringing someone?'

'That's our Fuxing Society field agent. Not your Air Force one. Unless you reimburse all expenses...'

'No reimbursement.'

'Then we won't do it.'

'We can give them an extra salary. According to the rank of security staff officer. About two fiat currencies per person per month.'

'Really?'

'Really. The number of people is limited to 50.'

'That's fine!'

Zhang Yong nodded.

Since you are willing to pay, then there is no problem.

Right now, the French currency is just about to be put into circulation and is still very valuable. One French currency unit can be exchanged for one dollar.

In fact, two French currencies per person per month. Fifty people, one month is only one hundred French currencies. All together, one year is only 1200 French currencies. It is completely trivial.

The air force is a military branch that burns money. One thousand dollars is really nothing.

A pilot's monthly salary is tens of thousands of dollars. The cost of training is actually not small either. Fuel is also quite expensive.

It seems that China has not discovered any oil fields. And we can't refine our own oil. So all the fuel we need is imported. Mainly from the United States, because it has the largest fuel production.

Of course, if the currency depreciates in the future, that's a different matter.

'What is Director Zhang doing?'

'If necessary, we can also ask him to help coordinate.'

'Tell him to bring a platoon of guards with him, and we'll go out to the airport to catch Japanese spies.'

'Out there?'

'Yes, out there. There are Japanese spies again.'

'Huh?'

Yang Lichu was taken aback.

They had just caught a few, and now there were more?

No way? Were the Japanese spies that rampant? Had they resurfaced so quickly?

Were they cutting leeks?

Leeks don't grow that fast.

'Good!'

Yang Lichu called.

Soon after, Zhang Ping really came.

'Director Zhang!'

'Captain Zhang!'

'Did you bring the security guard?'

'Yes.'

'Good. Let's go.'

Zhang Yong waved his hand. He led the team. They drove out of the air force base from the southwest corner.

There were many scattered residential areas on this side.

Since there could be no high-rise buildings around the air force base, they were all bungalows. In many places, they were shantytowns.

The people living there all depend on the airport for their livelihood.

Some are outsourced workers.

Some run small businesses.

Others do odd jobs.

In short, none of them are rich. They are all poor.

Objectively speaking, they serve the airport and the pilots. There are even prostitutes in some corners.

Soon, a red dot entered the scope of the map.

As it gradually approached, it was revealed to be a vagrant. Sitting in the sun scratching ticks.

Zhang Yong walked slowly over.

The loafer looked up and saw them. But he didn't panic.

'What are you doing?'

'I want to ask you something.'

'What is it?'

'Are you from the Tanshui Bureau? Or the Nanhua Bureau? Or some other bureau?'

'I don't know what you're talking about...'

'Don't pretend...'

Suddenly, the sound stopped abruptly.

But it was the loafer who quickly darted out. He darted inside the house in an instant.

Haha, that was fast! Well trained!

Unfortunately...

Zhang Yong was waiting for just that. The faster he ran, the better.

He deliberately gave his opponent the chance to escape.

He didn't bother to prove that the opponent was a Japanese spy.

Zhang Ping and Yang Li knew at first glance that the other person was up to no good. If there was no problem, why were you running? There was no doubt that he was a Japanese spy.

I really didn't expect that the Japanese spies would really come back.

'Boom...'

'Pop...'

There were all kinds of noises coming from inside.

It was the agents of the Fuxing Society fighting with the Japanese spy. They wanted to capture him alive.

Zhang Yong didn't have such a requirement. But Yang Zhi and the others felt that they could capture him alive. This Japanese spy should not be armed.

Sure enough, after a while of struggling, the Japanese spy was captured.

He was very dissatisfied.

'Which agency?'

'Baka!'

'Answer me when I ask you a question.'

'Baka!'

This Japanese spy is very irritable.

He doesn't hide his identity at all. He just swears at people.

Zhang Yong nods thoughtfully.

It seems that the Japanese invaders were a bit hasty this time when they were recruiting new staff!

After being caught, he doesn't even know how to keep quiet. Instead, he deliberately seeks death. Trying to provoke him.

These Japanese spies are really not afraid of death.

They think swearing at people will provoke him, and then they can shoot him.

Unfortunately...

Zhang Yong doesn't bother disposing of him.

Lock him up for now. Maybe a different person will work in the future?

'Let's go!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand. There are two more.

Soon, they arrived near the second Japanese spy. They found a pancake shop.

There was an owner. And a young man helping out.

The Japanese spy was the young man helping out.

The two were methodically making pancakes. They were very skilled. They worked in perfect harmony. One pancake after another was made, then coated with a dipping sauce, and then cut into small pieces.

'Yang, please shout something in Japanese.'

'What should I say?'

'Just shout, the Fuxing Society is here, they are after the Japanese, run!'

'Okay!'

Yang Lichu nodded. Then he shouted in Japanese.

The young helper subconsciously turned around. Then he saw a group of people standing nearby.

Hagah!

Exposed!

His first reaction was also to run.

He judged that he should be able to run. Because the enemy was quite far away.

So, he left everything behind and ran as fast as he could.

'Chase!'

Wei Yong and the others immediately gave chase.

Zhang Ping also led the guards to block the way.

Furious.

There were actually two Japanese spies!

They had caught so many before, but now two more had popped up!

"Go!'

'Go catch the third one!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

Soon, they arrived at the third red dot.

It turned out to be a carpenter. He was knocking and hammering away, as if he was making a Chinese-style bed.

Unexpectedly, the Japanese spy was actually good at this.

Looking at the finished and semi-finished products, they seemed very good! He had completely mastered the core technology.

He turned his head and looked at Yang Lichu.

'What?'

'Do you prefer to sleep on a Simmons or a Chinese-style bed?'

'What?'

Yang Lichu blushed.

This bastard! What's the point of asking this?

What Simmons!

What Chinese-style bed!

Who wants to sleep with you...

Suddenly, she saw a group of people rushing up and holding the carpenter down.

The carpenter was screaming, 'Ahhhhh!' He was fighting desperately, but was overpowered by the group of people. Then he was tied up.

She finally understood. It turned out that the carpenter was a Japanese spy.

Her cheeks turned even redder.

Bastard!

She got it wrong...