Chapter 370: I'll show you American-style combat

Everyone quickly entered the cloister.

The old man with the pipe seemed very calm. As if nothing had happened.

But after exchanging glances with Zhang Yong, he immediately turned and ran. He disappeared into the gap between the walls behind him. And then he vanished.

He knew he had been exposed.

Zhang Yong's gaze was full of insight!

'Chase!'

'Chase!'

Dai Yice hurriedly shouted.

This son of a bitch. He's really crafty. He's running like a thief.

Everyone immediately gave chase.

However, the surrounding houses were very messy. There was no road at all.

Between the houses, there were cracks in the walls. But there was no road. If someone unfamiliar with the area squeezed in, they might not be able to get out. It could be a dead end.

The worst thing is that the houses block the view, so you can't see where the spy is.

It's a real mess. You don't know which way to go.

'Follow me!'

Zhang Yong is very calm.

No one knows which way the spy is running. He knows.

The spy is darting between the houses. He's very agile. But the straight-line distance he's running is not very far.

The cracks in the walls are also winding. There is no straight road. The spy has no way to run.

Soon, Zhang Yong blocked the other person's path.

The spy had just poked his head out from between the cracks in the wall and immediately saw Zhang Yong and the others.

Dai Yice and the others did not shoot.

They wanted to capture him alive. A live one is useful. Only then can they interrogate him about the connection with the woman in red.

Due to the hype caused by the newspapers, Jinling is indeed in a state of panic. Dai Yice's own family is also very worried. They are afraid that the woman in red will come to the door. This shows how serious the situation is.

'Baka!'

the Japanese spy could not help but curse.

He could not figure out why the enemy happened to be right in front of him.

He was like running headlong into the enemy's encirclement. It was practically a death sentence!

Baka!

He hurriedly turned around and ran.

He continued to look for other escape routes.

Zhang Yong stood still.

Let the Japanese invader run first. He would see which direction he ran.

When the Japanese invader was almost gone, he would lead his men to encircle from the outside, just blocking him in front.

Anyway, Dai Yize has a car.

No matter how fast you run, you can't outrun a car.

It seemed that the heavens had finally opened their eyes. The rain gradually stopped.

Ten minutes...

Thirty minutes...

Sure enough, the Japanese spy tried to emerge from the southwest.

Zhang Yong immediately took someone and drove ahead to the southwest, just blocking the Japanese spy.

At this moment, the Japanese spy had changed his makeup.

He was no longer an old man. He had become a barefoot porter. It was very lifelike.

He tried to walk out from the path.

He was very calm.

When he saw Zhang Yong, he also looked calm.

Zhang Yong didn't say anything either, and only when the other person got close did he say with a smile, 'Nice disguise, teach me!'

Japanese spy: ...

Dizzy. He was discovered again.

How the hell did this son of a bitch discover him?

He hurriedly turned around and ran.

Dai Yice and the others still didn't shoot. They even felt like it was funny.

Because they discovered that this Japanese spy had been completely cornered by Zhang Yong. No matter where he went, he could not escape from Zhang Yong's grasp.

It seemed that they had never encountered anything so strange before.

They had previously chased after this Japanese spy for a long time. And they had let the other person escape.

At that time, they felt that this Japanese spy was also too cunning.

It was simply slippery and unstoppable.

No matter how they tried to catch him, they could not.

As a result, as soon as Zhang Yong arrived, the Japanese spy immediately became a dead man.

No matter how he tried to change his position, he ended up running headlong into Zhang Yong's arms. He couldn't get away.

It was unbelievable.

I couldn't believe it.

Even if I saw it with my own eyes, I still couldn't believe it.

How did Zhang Yong recognise the spy? And how did he know the spy would come out of there?

I was curious and asked...

The answer I got was that he could smell the Japanese.

Is that really true?

Dai Yice wasn't sure.

So he stayed put. Meanwhile, he sent someone to find the head of the department.

The Japanese spy hasn't gone anywhere else, he's here. Hurry up and come watch the show! Everyone, hurry over here!

If you're late, you might not get a chance.

This game of cat and mouse has never happened before.

It's a pity there are no reporters.

Otherwise, if there were some pretty reporters here to film the whole thing, it would be really interesting.

'Baka!'

'Baka!'

The Japanese spy scuttles around the house.

He's anxious and angry. At the same time, he's a little scared.

He couldn't understand why the other party could keep a close eye on him.

It seemed that every move he made was under the enemy's surveillance.

Damn it...

This was the first time that Miyamoto Shichiro had encountered such a situation.

As a member of the Miyamoto family, he was very confident in his own abilities. Although he could not compare to Miyamoto Teguma and the others, he was not too far behind.

He had also been involved in the previous disguise as the female ghost in red.

The female ghost was very successfully portrayed. Jinling was in a panic.

But he never imagined that today he would be the one seeing a ghost. He was being watched by someone.

That person was very young. Not particularly good-looking. And it didn't seem like they were particularly strong. But why was it that he could always anticipate his movements?

Ahhh...

I don't want to...

He fled frantically, continuing to look for a way out.

Soon, he darted out from between the gaps in the houses again. Fortunately, he didn't see anyone blocking his path.

But he still felt a strong sense of unease.

He turned his head.

He saw someone lurking behind him.

Damn it, it was the same group of people from before. They were lying in wait, waiting for him to come out.

The other person had a gun in his hand. But they didn't shoot.

This fully indicated that the other party was fearless. They wanted to capture him alive.

However, what made him feel most humiliated was not that. What made him feel most humiliated was that young man, who was actually eating.

When he saw him pop up, the young man actually raised the object in his hand, as if to say hello. Miyamoto Shichiro's state of mind suddenly became agitated. He was on the verge of a breakdown.

'Hagya!'

Miyamoto Shichiro roared angrily.

Zhang Yong heard him. But he didn't care. He was chewing on peanut candy with relish.

Just now, on the road, he had actually found an old shop that made peanut candy. It smelled delicious. He was overjoyed, so he got out of the car immediately and went to buy some.

Ah, that felt good.

Although he was still wet, he didn't care.

He chewed on the peanut candy while waiting for the Japanese spy to come out. It felt like a pretty comfortable little life.

The Japanese spy turned around and ran.

He was not willing to admit defeat. He felt that he could still struggle a little.

He chose the most hidden path.

Unless the other person was really a ghost, otherwise, it was impossible to predict his appearance.

Impossible...

Absolutely impossible...

Shichiro Miyamoto repeated to himself.

As a result...

When he squeezed through the gap...

he saw that there were several cars parked in the street outside. The young man was leaning against the car door.

Zhang Yong was still holding a bag of peanut brittle.

In those days, there was no plastic. Only paper packaging. The same was true for peanut brittle.

Seeing the Japanese spy squeeze through, Zhang Yong held up the peanut brittle in his hand and waved it around, meaning that he wanted some.

'Baka!'

Miyamoto Shichiroku's mind exploded.

Ahhh!

Ahhh!

He couldn't accept such a cruel reality.

No matter how hard he tried, he could never escape the other party's control.

What a desperate state of mind.

Even if he was arrested and tortured, Miyamoto Shichiroku would not be afraid.

However, at this moment, he was actually a little scared. Could it be that the Chinese really believe in ghosts and gods?

Apart from the strange ghosts and gods, who else could monitor him at any time and place?

With a resolute heart, Miyamoto turned around and walked away.

This was his last attempt. If he failed, he would give up completely.

He was very familiar with the area. Because there were safe houses nearby.

They were quietly preparing a lot of safe houses in Jinling. There were almost in every neighbourhood. It was very convenient for hiding.

Using the Chinese weakness of sympathy, they disguised themselves as pitiful beggars and easily avoided checkpoints, moving between different neighbourhoods. Then they would meet up. Then they would discuss how to move at night.

Everything was going perfectly. No one had recognised them.

But today, for some reason, someone suddenly came along and inexplicably blew their cover.

Who was this person? He wasn't sure.

He hadn't even noticed him before.

They fled.

Very quickly.

They were not only skilled swordsmen, but also highly skilled ninjas.

And they knew a lot of other skills too. They could be considered the best secret agents. So good that they were only subordinate to the military. They didn't belong to any secret service.

Even the heads of the various secret services 'invite' them to do things. They don't give orders.

They carry out various tasks, more as a challenge to themselves. Not as passive behaviour.

'This time it will definitely work.'

'This time it will definitely work.'

Miyamoto Shichiro kept encouraging himself. He believed that the goddess Amaterasu would definitely bless him.

Finally, he once again squeezed out of the narrow alley. He looked around quietly. There was no one. He didn't see the young man from earlier.

Good, he had successfully escaped.

Indeed, in the end, he was the one who laughed last. He was the true king.

Haha!

'Clatter...'

'Creak!'

At this moment, several cars arrived. They braked sharply nearby and came to a stop.

Miyamoto Shichiro's face suddenly changed.

Hagya!

The other party had appeared again. It was only a few seconds behind.

Damn it!

He was intercepted again.

The car door opened, and the young man who had made him panic got out.

He was still holding a bag of peanut brittle in his hand.

It wasn't that Zhang Yong was deliberately acting like a show-off, he really liked it. He couldn't put it down.

This time, he had gone a bit too far, so he was late.

Fortunately, he didn't give his target the chance to escape.

'What's your name?' Zhang Yong took the initiative to greet the Japanese spy.

It was obvious that the other party was in a state of collapse.

It's almost the same. He has run so many times already. There's no point in continuing to run.

What's the point of exhausting yourself?

The Japanese spy was running on two legs, while he was travelling by car. He could keep playing this game forever.

'Baka!'

Of course Miyamoto Shichiro didn't answer.

He hated the young man. But there was nothing he could do.

What should he do?

What should he do?

Miyamoto Shichiro was in a difficult situation.

At that moment, he was at a loss, his mind in a whirl.

He had never encountered such a strange situation. All his actions were anticipated by the other party.

Keep running?

It's probably useless. The enemy has already sealed off the entire block.

He now has two options.

One, kill himself.

Two, charge forward and get killed.

There is no third way.

Oh, surrender...

Or get captured...

'Come here,' Zhang Yong waved at the Japanese spy.

Miyamoto Shichiro gritted his teeth and moved closer.

He wanted to know what the other party had to say. At the same time, he was looking for an opportunity to attack.

'My name is Zhang Yong,' Zhang Yong introduced himself.

'You?' Miyamoto Shichiro finally turned pale.

Damn it!

It's him! It's him!

Miyamoto Shichiro was certainly no stranger to this name. He had heard it many times.

Because various secret services had suffered heavy losses at the hands of this Zhang Yong. And a huge amount of money had been lost. All the Japanese spies hated this Zhang Yong to the bone.

Unexpectedly, the other party was actually such an ordinary young man.

Ordinary to the point that if he were thrown into the sea of people, he would not pay special attention to that kind.

'Yes, it's me,' Zhang Yong said with a smile, "are you still running? If you run, I'll have someone prepare a lunchbox first.'

'Baka!" Miyamoto Shichiro was furious, "Are you humiliating me?'

'Yes," Zhang Yong nodded frankly.

'Baka!' Miyamoto Shichiro suddenly felt lost.

The other party actually admitted it!

Admitting it was to humiliate him!

This made him...

Ahhh!

Ahhh...

Miyamoto Shichiro was furious and wanted to explode on the spot.

However, it was useless.

Nothing happened.

Nor did he get the chance to make a surprise attack.

There were a large number of dark muzzles around Zhang Yong.

Even if Miyamoto Shichiro was confident, he could not avoid being shot by so many muzzles.

'Are you from the Miyamoto family?'

'Heck no!'

'Is Miyamoto Teguma your father?'

'Heck no! What are you talking about? He's my uncle!'

'Oh, I thought you were your father!'

'Baka!'

Miyamoto Shichiro was furious.

His face was red with anger, his fingers white with rage. He looked like a furious beast.

However, Zhang Yong didn't care.

A beast? No fear. This is the age of guns and cannons.

No matter how fierce a beast is, it can't withstand the bombardment of guns and cannons. Not to mention a human? Coming up is death.

The 11.43 mm bullets can't kill you?

There's also a 7.92mm Mauser rifle behind you. You'll be satisfied.

'Clatter...'

'Clatter...'

At this time, a large number of cars arrived.

A large number of soldiers, or secret agents, jumped out of the cars. Surrounding the scene.

After a while, the Fuxing Society Special Branch, the Military Police Command, the Police Department, and the Party Affairs Investigation Department surrounded the area, making it impossible to get through.

The department head also appeared. He waved at Zhang Yong.

'Department head!'

'Don't be violent, try to make him crack up as much as possible.'

'Yes,'

Zhang Yong promised.

Then he became confused. How do I make him crack up?

I don't understand!

But in front of so many people, I'm embarrassed to ask.

Mainly because Ye Xiufeng is also there.

Maybe this guy will sneer. And I can't hit him in the face...

'Baka!'

'I want to duel with you!'

Suddenly, Miyamoto Shichiro roared angrily.

He knew that there was no turning back.

He vowed to fight to the death with the other person.

'Did you guys do the Red-Clad Female Ghost?' Zhang Yong asked deliberately.

He was mainly asking for the others to hear.

Because the others didn't know the reason.

'Yes. It was us.' Miyamoto Shichiro didn't hide it since he was willing to die.

Instantly, everyone around him let out a sigh of relief.

Gu Bafeng was even more grateful.

Damn it, finally it's been clarified. It turned out to be a Japanese spy stirring up trouble behind the scenes.

And I actually thought there was some kind of conspiracy. I never imagined it was the Japanese who were behind it all.

Anyway, are the Japanese really that bored? Running around Jinling pretending to be a female ghost in red to scare people? What kind of stupid operation is that? What are they doing with all their free time?

Gu Bafeng really couldn't figure it out.

'How many of you are there?' Zhang Yong continued to ask.

'You want to know? Come on! Come and duel me!' Miyamoto Shichiro yelled.

Zhang Yong: ...

Don't be like that, okay?

Dueling with you? That's stupid, okay.

Fine, I'll show you an American-style draw!

He drew his gun.

But he was overpowered by the police.

The others rushed in, trying to capture the Japanese spy alive.