Chapter 339: All Executions

'You don't seem to care about them?'

'They're all just small fries. No value...'

Zhang Yong shrugged contemptuously.

At a glance, these Japanese spies were just temporary fill-ins.

There were definitely no big shots.

You saw the one they caught earlier, when he was caught, he shouted 'baka!' and didn't care about revealing his identity at all.

Frankly speaking, catching these Japanese spies actually doesn't feel fulfilling.

It's like a routine task, without passion.

'Boom!'

'Clatter!'

Suddenly, something was smashed open.

It was Yang Zhi and the others searching. A rough movement.

They smashed the finished beds as well.

Yang Lichu: ...

These beasts from the Secret Service.

What beasts!

There are no such rude people in the Air Force.

Zhang Yong is not surprised.

When you're searching, you don't talk politely, do you? Dream on.

The stone lions at the entrance were dragged out and smashed. If there were any stone lions...

'Captain, there's a secret room!'

'What?'

Zhang Yong is very surprised.

Aren't they all just lowly soldiers? How can there be a secret room?

Ridiculous!

Could there be any treasures in the secret room?

Don't be ridiculous.

What treasures could these new Japanese spies have?

They probably don't even have a few coins on them.

So he didn't even bother to go and check.

Yang Zhi and the others could go and check for themselves. There's nothing good in there anyway.

It's a good opportunity to chat with Yang Lichu.

Does she like soft ones or hard ones...

'What are you looking at me for?'

'I suddenly remembered Gao Yuanhang's second wife...'

'Her name is Ye Xiaorong. She graduated from the Shanghai College of English. They've been married for more than three years.'

'Have you investigated her?'

'What's the point of investigating her? She's a woman who never leaves the house. She usually just plays mahjong...'

'What kind of mahjong?'

'Mahjong, I guess.'

'Do you know how to play?'

'Me?'

Yang Lizhu ignored her.

We're talking business. Why are you asking me that?

What do you care if I know how to play mahjong? It's a waste of time...

Zhang Yong was actually just asking casually.

Since they were investigating, they had to ask this and that, at least to make it look like they were doing their job...

'Captain, there's a radio!'

Suddenly, Yang Zhi's voice came again.

Zhang Yong: ...

Disdain. Haven't you seen a radio before? Why are you shouting so loudly?

It's not unusual for a Japanese spy to have a radio. What a fuss. Really. Calm down. Calm down.

'I'll go and have a look!' Yang Lizhu can't sit still.

'There's nothing to see,' Zhang Yong says, taking her by the arm. 'You've seen radios before.'

'Japanese spies with radios are all key personnel.'

'It's really no big deal...'

'Captain, there's another radio!'

'You see, there's really nothing of value...'

Zhang Yong says casually.

He felt that these Japanese spies were all newcomers and had been in hiding for a short time, so he didn't bother to investigate further.

A radio and a radio set were nothing new.

If there was a secret room with an ocean, that would be more like it. He would be as motivated as if he had been given a shot of adrenaline.

Soon, the radio and the radio set were removed.

Zhang Yong turned to look at the carpenter. He noticed that he didn't look in the least bit dispirited.

That was strange.

Was this Japanese spy not going to cry until he saw the coffin?

The radio was found. And he seems to be very calm? This psychological quality is really awesome.

Suddenly, he became interested.

He wanted to have a good talk with the other person.

These Japanese spies all spoke Chinese, so there was no barrier to communication.

'My name is Zhang Yong.'

'I'm from the Special Services Division of the Restoration Society.'

'I've captured many Japanese spies.'

'I killed Iwasaku Matuji, the former head of your Tongji Agency.'

'I also killed Moriguchi Muta, the head of the Nan Agency's secret service.'

'I could have killed your new head of the Kiri Agency, Takeo Kishida, but unfortunately he ran too fast for me to catch up...'

Zhang Yong said to the carpenter, slowly and deliberately.

The carpenter's expression finally slowly changed.

He felt the pressure.

This guy in front of him was completely a nemesis of the Japanese!

There were actually two heads of the secret service who died at his hands!

Damn it!

Outrage!

Why is this happening?

He couldn't figure it out.

He had only just infiltrated the organisation and was already caught?

He had perfect documentation. And proof. It was impossible to trace him from those aspects.

Something must have gone wrong.

'I know you won't surrender. So I won't persuade you to do so.'

'However, if you are willing to cooperate, I can let you die comfortably. Give you a quick death.'

'If you don't cooperate, I will cut you into a thousand pieces. Then I will pour black dog's blood over each piece and put two black donkey hooves on top...'

Zhang Yong is completely letting his hair down. What a load of nonsense.

Carpenter: ? ? ?

Other people: ? ? ?

Black dog's blood? Black donkey hooves? What is this?

It seems to be dealing with zombies, right?

Are you treating the Japanese spy like a zombie?

'That's not good. You'll never be able to enter the shrine. You'll never be able to see Amaterasu.'

'Even your emperor will reject you. You serve the emperor. But you're so dirty. The emperor won't want you either...'

'Uhhhh...'

Before he could finish, the carpenter started struggling desperately.

His face was covered in veins, and he was twisting and turning. He was clearly struggling with all his might. Unfortunately, it was useless.

The ropes binding him were as thick as a finger. They could hold even a bull. How much more so a man? Even if he had the strength of 800 catties, he could not break free. All he could do was make himself uncomfortable.

Sure enough, after a few moments of frantic struggling, the carpenter gave up. He was exhausted.

He could only pant through his nose.

Over there, Yang Zhi was studying the captured radio.

Yang Zhi turned the radio on. Strange words came out of it.

'Turn two degrees to the left, raise altitude...'

'Five degrees to the left, maintain altitude 2700...'

'Turn three degrees to the right, return to base...'

'Six degrees to the left, lower altitude to 3500...'

Zhang Yong's expression changed.

Huh?

It seems to be airport communications?

Yang Lizhu's expression suddenly changed. Hurriedly walking over.

Zhang Yong also reacted. The function of this radio is to monitor airport communications. Collect information about the takeoff and landing of aircraft.

In fact, this airport communication seems to be no secret channel if placed in the future. You can receive it nearby with a radio. Just watch 'The Captain' to know.

However, in this era, very few people own a radio. Even fewer people know how to monitor airport communications with a radio.

Perhaps, this Japanese spy has professional skills?

That's fine.

We've finally caught one that's useful.

He walked slowly over.

'I need to report this immediately!' Yang Lichu frowned.

'No rush,' Zhang Yong waved his hand calmly, 'we can go back right away. It's not too late to report it when we get back.'

'The Japanese are monitoring the airport. This has never happened before.'

'Captain, what's the hole and what's the turn?'

'The hole is 0, the turn is 7, and there's also a one, which is 1.'

'This is...'

'This is how communication calls sound.'

'Oh...'

Everyone around felt very fresh.

It was as if they had learned some strange knowledge.

However, it seemed that collecting this information was useless. None of it was classified.

The truly classified information was transmitted over the phone. Unless it was tapped. Or decoded on the radio...

'Captain, there's another secret room down there!'

'What?'

'There's another floor down there.'

'Then go down and have a look!'

Zhang Yong replied casually. Two secret rooms? That seems rare.

This Japanese spy is new here, and he's got two secret rooms. What's the point? Is it for storing potatoes? Or sweet potatoes?

'Captain, we found opium.'

'What?'

'There's opium down there. Dozens of catties.'

'Bring it up and let's have a look!'

Zhang Yong was puzzled. What was the Japanese spy doing with opium?

You're a carpenter, are you also trafficking opium? That's not how cross-industry business works!

It's strange...

Something doesn't feel right...

'Here they come!'

Soon, Yang Zhi and the others carried the tobacco up.

Zhang Yong gave it a quick inspection. He found that it was indeed tobacco. It was still high-grade foreign tobacco.

This is puzzling. What were the Japanese invaders doing with foreign tobacco?

Anyway, the price of this stuff is definitely not cheap. The average person cannot afford it.

If it was for sale, there were poor people all around, so how many people could afford it?

Wait!

Zhang Yong suddenly thought of something...

Could it be the pilots?

Oh no...

The Japanese spies might be targeting those pilots.

They are young, wealthy, and like to seek thrills. If they fall into the Japanese spies' trap...

Zhang Yong quietly pulled Yang Lichu aside.

'What?'

'I want to ask you something. You must answer truthfully. But don't tell anyone.'

'You...'

'Among the pilots, does anyone smoke opium?'

'No,'

Yang Lichu answered affirmatively.

Seeing Zhang Yong's serious eyes, she seemed to understand something.

'That's impossible.'

'If someone smoked opium, they would definitely be found out.'

'Pilots have to undergo medical examinations every month. They are all conducted by foreign doctors. Smoking opium would seriously affect their health, so they wouldn't do it,'

Yang Lichu hurriedly explained.

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully. Then he rejected his own judgment.

Indeed, pilots should have little opportunity to come into contact with opium. Even if they did, they would not dare to smoke it. They should be aware of the harm it causes.

The medical examinations are conducted by foreign doctors, so they would not give them the opportunity to cheat.

So, what is opium for?

'Pull back!'

'Yes!'

Not long after, Wei Yong and the others caught the guy who was cooking the pancakes.

This Japanese spy was in a pretty bad shape. He was covered in bruises. He was truly battered and bruised. It seems that the resistance was fierce. Then he was beaten up.

The worst thing was that his mouth was full of teeth, as if they had all been pulled out. His mouth was bloody.

'Is anyone hurt?' Zhang Yong asked Wei Yong.

'Two people were bitten by him. That son of a bitch,' Wei Yong replied.

'I see,' Zhang Yong nodded.

No wonder the Japanese spy was beaten so badly. It turns out he was a tough guy.

There was nothing we could do. When it comes to people like this, the Fuxing Society's principle is basically to pull out his teeth. The more viciously you bite, the more viciously you pull.

Serves you right!

'Retreat!'

'Yes!'

and return to base with the team.

The airbase has no cells. What to do? Just lock them up outside on the flagpole.

Anyone who has never seen a Japanese spy can come and meet him.

'Baka!'

'Baka!'

The captured Japanese spy still spoke back.

But after being whipped with a whip, he finally became honest.

The Japanese spy, who had all his teeth pulled out, fainted directly.

Gao Yuanhang also came.

He asked eagerly, 'Any news of Yang Junjian?'

'No,' Zhang Yong shook his head, 'we haven't even started questioning him yet.'

'Sigh...' Gao Yuanhang was very disappointed.

Not having captured Yang Junjian was always a thorn in his side.

Zhang Yong took him aside.

'Captain Gao, be honest with me, do you still have contact with Gloria?'

'No. Really. I've tried to find her too. But I never could.'

'Has anyone mentioned her to you?'

'Ye... does my current wife count?'

'If it's an argument, then no.'

'Then no.'

'Then let me ask you a very personal question. Among the pilots' wives or girlfriends, does anyone secretly smoke opium?'

'What?'

'It's opium. Or you can call it "happiness and longevity" or something. Anyway, it's the same thing.'

'This...'

Gao Zhihang was silent for a moment.

Zhang Yong knew that it was bad.

He basically guessed what the Japanese spies were doing with the opium.

It was impossible for pilots to smoke opium.

However, their wives or girlfriends were bored and looking for thrills. And then they were tricked.

Pilots were the pride of the nation and almost all of them were rich. Their families were generally well-off. Their monthly salary was also very impressive. Therefore, their wives or girlfriends were generally very beautiful. Many of them are well-bred ladies, or secondary school or university students. They generally have a high level of education.

However, they also have a major drawback. They almost never go to work. They don't have to work. Because the pilot's salary is enough to support them. It's enough to hire a nanny to do the work. They themselves don't want to get their hands dirty at all. It can be said that they are completely idle. True young ladies.

If these young wives don't have children, they don't have to take care of them. They usually have nothing to do. When they are bored, they can only get together with a few people to play cards. Or go shopping. Their husbands don't have much time to spend with them. Life is actually very empty. They generally don't dare to cheat. However, they can't help looking for some excitement behind their backs. Such as smoking. Or smoking opium.

Smoking is okay. If it's opium, then it's troublesome.

If you are targeted by the Japanese spies and specifically lured into temptation with opium, then it's even more troublesome.

'Is there?'

'I'm not sure. Maybe.'

'I see.'

Zhang Yong did not pursue who it was.

It wasn't a question of one or two people.

There were so many young wives, and he couldn't investigate each one.

That would cause a huge storm. There could also be a scandal. That was the last thing that lady would want to see.

If the Air Force broke out in any scandals, even if he did his best, the Madam would not be satisfied.

Just quietly retrieve it, as in the last memo. Without anyone knowing. That would be best.

'Execute them all.'

'What?'

Yang Lichu was taken aback.

No interrogation? Just end it like that?

What were their names anyway. What were their missions. What information had they obtained. No questions asked?

"Execute them all,'

Zhang Yong repeated emphatically.

He didn't want this matter to be exposed.

The new spies were of little value for interrogation. They were executed. It would be a waste of food.

Yang Li was speechless.

'Yes!'

Yang Zhi and the others immediately carried out the order.

They dragged the three Japanese spies to the edge of the airport. They tied them to stakes.

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

A burst of gunfire. All were executed.