Chapter 371: The traitor must die!

Miyamoto Shichiro was indeed very skilled in combat.

Facing numerous opponents, he acted very fiercely.

Several agents pounced on him together, but they were unable to hold him down. Instead, one of them had his shin broken by a kick.

Another was thrown to the ground by a heavy fall. He was unconscious on the spot.

Two agents tried to grab his arm, but he broke their arms with a reverse grip. There were screams of pain.

'So strong...'

Zhang Yong was secretly amazed. This guy is really sick.

His combat strength is probably above 95, right? What a bunch of monsters!

If it were a simple hand-to-hand combat, I don't think a hundred Zhang Yongs would be enough to defeat him in seconds.

Fortunately, there is American-style combat knife...

And grenades...

I really want to throw a grenade over there. Let's see if they're still so fierce. In the end, I held back. A scuffle. There are our people.

'Boom!'

Shichiro Miyamoto was kicked. Right in the middle of the waist.

This kick did a lot of damage to him. After all, the agents who dared to go up and fight were not ordinary people.

'Boom!'

Another punch to the head.

It really was a pot-sized fist. It smashed directly onto the back of his head.

'Ah...'

Miyamoto Shichiro let out a muffled groan. His face turned red.

He had been injured again. He was no longer so crazy. He desperately retreated. Trying to break through the crowd.

However, there were people all around.

Either police or military police. And there were also many secret agents.

The melee continued.

The battle raged on.

'Damn it!'

Liu Daowu personally got involved.

There were so many people, but they couldn't hold back a Japanese spy?

If this got out, it would be a disgrace.

'Go!'

'Go!'

Over there, Gu Bafeng couldn't hold his face either.

With so many military police present, if he couldn't capture the other party alive, he would be ashamed to death himself.

'Pop!'

'Bang!'

'Ah!'

All kinds of fighting.

All kinds of screams.

All kinds of falls.

Miyamoto Shichiro was finally subdued.

After defeating more than a dozen opponents, he finally couldn't withstand the madness of the others.

Liu Daowu and the others were also fighting like mad. They grabbed whatever weapons they could find and smashed them over Miyamoto Shichijo's head. In the end, Miyamoto Shichijo's head was bleeding and he could no longer hold on.

He was tied up in five different ways.

He was handcuffed and shackled.

A rag was stuffed in his mouth.

He was held down by several people. It was difficult for him to even move a finger, let alone struggle.

The only part of his body that could move was his eyes.

His eyes stared viciously at Zhang Yong.

Of all the people, he hated this guy the most. Or rather, the only person he hated was him.

If it wasn't for Zhang Yong, he would never have been captured in the first place.

Zhang Yong: ...

Blame me!

He shrugged and folded his arms.

Gongben Qisheng exploded. He almost broke free from the other people's restraints.

However, it was useless. He was quickly held down again. Pressed down hard.

'Take him away!'

The head of the department waved his hand. He wanted to interrogate him personally.

He was determined to take the credit for this.

And no one else was going to take it from him.

Zhang Yong had discovered the person.

It was Zhang Yong and Dai Yice who had trapped the target first.

But no one else was jealous. The matter was finally over. No one had to be scolded by the committee.

They could finally hand in their work.

As for credit and so on, that's something for later.

The so-called red-clad female ghost that caused a huge fuss was actually a Japanese spy stirring up trouble, so the rest was simple.

'Zhang Yong!'

'Here!'

'Keep searching!'

'Yes!'

Zhang Yong replied with awe.

The head of the department left Dai Yice and Liu Daowu to assist fully.

'Bafeng!'

'Here!'

Over there, Gu Zhenglun also ordered Gu Bafeng to bring someone to follow.

Even if they are not the main force, they can still assist from the sidelines. If they catch the Japanese spy, they will have contributed to the success. I think the Commander-in-Chief will be very happy to hear that.

As for the others, there is nothing else for them to do for the time being. They can all go home.

So the lively scene gradually cooled down.

Dai Yice, Liu Daowu and Gu Bafeng surrounded Zhang Yong in the middle and waited quietly for orders.

Zhang Yong: ...

Shit, I feel like I'm stealing the limelight.

But it was really not his doing. He still had a good sense of his own abilities.

'I'm hungry. How about you?'

Zhang Yong spoke the truth. His tone was weak.

The three of them looked at each other.

They were also hungry. Very hungry.

Gu Bafeng's stomach started to rumble.

Well, just now everyone was too busy capturing the Japanese spy to notice. Now that it was over, everyone suddenly felt extremely hungry.

After all, everyone was soaked to the skin. It was very tiring in the rain.

'I'll treat everyone!' Gu Bafeng shouted, "What do you want to eat?'

'I want to go back and change," Zhang Yong sneezed again, "Why don't we each go back to our workplace and get changed. We'll meet here in three hours.'

'Good!" Everyone agreed.

It must be very uncomfortable to wear wet clothes.

Eating is important. Changing clothes is also important.

So everyone went their separate ways.

Zhang Yong went back to the headquarters on Goose Lane to change clothes first. Then he went out to eat.

The canteen was already ready. There was even a special extra meal.

The boss was very happy. An extra meal was a must. There were chicken legs and roast duck. The roast duck was big and fat, definitely top-notch.

He ate heartily. He was full.

Then he called Li Boqi. He explained the situation.

'Yang Shanfang just called me. I never expected it,' Li Boqi said with some emotion.

'Yes, the Japanese spies are really boring, pretending to be a red-clad female ghost,' Zhang Yong deliberately emphasised this detail. He didn't want the theft of the Miyamoto-tebukuro to be revealed.

It was unlikely that Miyamoto-tebukuro would reveal it himself. It was too embarrassing.

Within the Japanese spy organisation, one could use the thief as an excuse in internal reports. But if one's enemies knew about it, then it would be over.

'I said I didn't expect it. It's not that.'

'What else?'

'I didn't expect that you would be arrested less than five hours after landing, and the Red-Clad Female Ghost would be caught.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong thought, are you praising me? Or are you praising me?

You're not going to say that Jian is in the emperor's heart again, are you?

Shit, these words are sensitive!

"According to you, there is actually more than one Red-Clad Female Ghost?'

'Yes. I suspect that the whole Miyamoto clan has come. They are all first-class experts.'

'Then continue to arrest them.'

'It was hard to capture one alive today.'

'One has already been captured alive. The others may not need to be captured alive!'

'I understand.'

Zhang Yong was waiting for this sentence.

In fact, he really wanted to kill the Japanese spy to keep his mouth shut.

Only a dead person can keep his mouth shut.

However, if he killed the other person, he would not be able to make the other person confess to the Red-clad Female Ghost.

Now, the Japanese spies have admitted that they did it. As for the remaining people, whether they are dead or alive, the authorities actually no longer care. Knowing that the Japanese spies did it is enough.

'Keep a low profile,' Li Boqi added, "at this time, it is best to avoid high-profile actions.'

'Understood," Zhang Yong promised solemnly.

How dare he act high-profile?

In fact, he was very worried that Miyamoto Teguma would tell everything. Okay.

Although he had instructions from Madam to stall, he had after all stolen so much money from Miyamoto Teguma. Not a single penny had been given to the Fuxing Society...

So, keep a low profile...

He passed by the telecommunications team. He saw Ling Yan.

'Captain Zhang!' Ling Yan gave him a thumbs-up, "Great! You solved the case of the woman in red so quickly.'

'It was just a coincidence," Zhang Yong kept in mind Li Boqi's instructions:

keep a low profile.

Keep a low profile.

'I haven't been home for five days.'

'Why?'

'I'm afraid I'll run into the woman in red on the way.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong was stunned.

You're afraid of this too? Big Sis. You have a gun!

'Our telecommunications department would like to invite you to dinner sometime,' Ling Yan said with a smile, "many of us were really scared!'

'That's an exaggeration," Zhang Yong hastily interrupted.

'No exaggeration. Why don't you ask Chief Zhou what happened the other day?' Ling Yan pointed behind Zhang Yong.

It turned out to be Zhou Weilong approaching.

In fact, Zhou Weilong is also a smiling tiger. He looks quite kind.

But if you were in his hands, it would be hard to say.

'It's true,' Zhou Weilong nodded seriously, "The situation was unclear at the time, and the director told everyone in the telecommunications team not to go out. To prevent the unexpected.'

'Now, we can finally go home," Ling Yan happily said as she took her leave.

Zhang Yong: ...

Sweat. Is it really that serious?

Everyone is a revolutionary soldier. There's no reason to be afraid of ghosts, right?

I can't help but think of some spy dramas from later generations. What about 'A Pair of Embroidered Shoes'? What about 'The Plum Blossom File'? The main selling point is a secretive atmosphere.

That said, if you watch it alone, it is indeed a bit scary...

'Shaolong, let's go to my office,' Zhou Weilong said, "I'll treat you to some fine Junshan Mao Jian.'

'Thank you, Section Chief Zhou," Zhang Yong lowered his voice deliberately, looking around, 'I dare not sit in the office and drink tea at this time. I'd rather hang out outside.'

Zhou Weilong laughed.

Then he nodded. He approved. Indeed. Hurry up and go make a show of it.

Having caught a Japanese spy, we can't relax. We have to keep catching them. Catch a few more and root out all the 'red-clad female ghosts'.

Today, the Special Branch of the Fuxing Society can be said to have made a big splash.

Everyone must admit one thing: When it comes to getting things done, our Special Branch is still the best.

You see, the so-called 'female ghost in red' has been caught!

'Just now, the head of the secret service called the president. The president ordered that they all be shot.'

'They deserve it. They got what they deserved.'

'Exactly!'

Zhou Weilong nodded.

He couldn't wait to personally execute these Japanese spies.

These past few days have been a real ordeal.

The military police headquarters has been overwhelmed. I guess they would be happy to execute these Japanese spies too.

The last time they publicly executed a Japanese spy, they thought it would deter the Japanese from being arrogant. But they never expected that the Japanese spy would turn out to be a female ghost in red. The whole city of Jinling was in a panic.

If Zhang Yong had not arrived in time and uncovered the truth about the female ghost in red, he would probably be scolded again at this time.

Suddenly someone rushed over and said to Zhang Yong, 'Captain Zhang, there's a phone call for you.'

'Well, Chief Zhou, I...'

'Go on, go on!'

'Yes!'

Zhang Yong went to answer the phone.

The call was to the duty room. A bit of a surprise.

Why was it directed to the duty room? Didn't the other person know where he was?

He picked up the receiver.

'Hello...'

'It's done.'

Tang Shengming's voice came over the line.

Zhang Yong: ?

What's done? Speak clearly!

Don't be cryptic.

I'm not smart enough to solve riddles.

However, Tang Shengming then changed the subject, 'In the next two days, keep a low profile as much as possible.'

'I haven't done anything!' Zhang Yong was full of doubts.

'Someone has already taken credit for you in front of the Central Committee. All you have to do now is keep quiet. In particular, don't say anything. It's better to say nothing than to say the wrong thing. It's best to keep your mouth sealed.'

'Understood. Thank you!'

'Good. I can finally go to Shanghai now. Son of a bitch.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong was taken aback.

The other person had been so gentle and refined. Then suddenly, the word 'damn' came out. This...

Could it be that Tang Da's activities had also been influenced by the red-clad female ghost? Nonsense...

'I have already arranged the documents you need,' said Tang Shengming. "They should arrive soon. In the future, you will be able to freely enter and leave the Military Senate. You can even meet my brother directly.'

'What?" Zhang Yong was taken aback again.

Your brother?

The Military Senate?

Wait!

I haven't even figured out what's going on yet!

"Traitor!'

'He must be investigated.'

'But quietly.'

'My brother has authorised you to investigate everyone in the Military Senate. Even the generals,'

Tang Shengming said succinctly.

Zhang Yong suddenly realised that Tang Shengming actually had a murderous aura about him.

He was also very efficient when getting things done. He later seemed to have served as the Changsha garrison commander?

'This...'

'The traitor must die! Dig him out and shoot him!'

'Yes!'

Zhang Yong responded solemnly.

Tang Shengming's last words were very serious.

I guess Tang Shengzhi asked him to convey these words. They represent Tang Shengzhi's meaning.

Yes, the traitor must die!

Tang Shengming hung up the phone. It marked that Jinling had returned to calm.

The higher-ups already know what happened. Naturally, they don't care. Slowly, social life will return to normal. People's lives will return to normal.

'Report!'

'Captain Zhang, someone is here to see you. They're from the Military Academy.'

Someone is here to report.

Zhang Yong hurriedly went to the door.

Sure enough, the person Tang Shengming had sent had already arrived.

A lieutenant colonel, accompanied by a platoon of soldiers, handed Zhang Yong a set of documents.

Major.

Staff officer.

Accept. Sign. Politely express thanks.

The lieutenant colonel and his soldiers left. Zhang Yong immediately turned back to find the director. This matter must be reported to the director.

The director was in the interrogation room. Inside was the prisoner Shichiro Miyamoto.

'Shaolong, come.'

'Director, I have something to report.'

'Speak.'

'Yes!'

Zhang Yong took out his documents.

The director read them, smiled rarely, and then nodded.

But he didn't say anything.

Zhang Yong: ? ?

What does it mean to just nod and not say anything?

I don't understand!

'Director...'

'This is President Tang's good intention. It will also make things easier for you.'

'But...'

'The Military Senate is very important. If there is a spy lurking around, it could leak all the combat plans. It cannot be underestimated.'

'But, Director, I'm not good at catching spies!'

'If you catch the Japanese spy, you've caught the spy.'

'This...'

'Without the Japanese spies, how can there be an internal spy?'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong thought about it. It seemed to be true.

The reasoning was indeed very simple. However, it seemed not that simple.

Because the Japanese spies he caught were all random. He didn't know which one could match the traitor in the Military Senate. Maybe catching a lot of them would not match.

Alas, he had to grasp at straws again.

'Baka!'

Suddenly, Miyamoto Shichiro roared.

But it was when he saw Zhang Yong come in that he suddenly flew into a rage. He went into a frenzy.

Zhang Yong walked over and picked up a red-hot iron and pressed it against the other person's chest. There was a sizzling sound, and a rich, smoky smell of burnt meat came from it. The iron had sunk right into the muscle.

'Let go!'

'Let go!'

Yan Guangkun shouted from the side.

This Zhang Yong, really. That's not how you use an iron.

You're not letting go. Are you trying to burn the other person to death? This is a live person, and we still need a confession.

Zhang Yong just wouldn't let go.

He wanted to burn the other person to death. And then silence him.

Unfortunately...

Yan Guangkun forcibly took the iron away from him.

If he didn't, Zhang Yong would really have burned the spy to death. This guy is really ruthless.

And then look at the spy...

He's unconscious.

No matter how rampant the Japanese spies were, they couldn't withstand Zhang Yong's scorching hot iron!

'That...'

The Chief paused.

Zhang Yong looked puzzled.

'Leave the torture to someone else,' the Chief finally said.

He was worried that Zhang Yong would kill the person directly.

Brutal and cold-hearted.

He didn't know when to stop.

'Yes,' Zhang Yong then took his leave.

It's a pity. He didn't burn the other person to death.

Alas, continue to catch Japanese spies.

No.

It's to kill the Japanese invaders.

Anyone related to the Miyamoto family cannot be spared.

Kill them on the spot.

No one will say anything.

The Japanese spy resisted arrest, so I used American-style kendo to finish him off. Is that reasonable?

Yes.

That's it.

When you meet someone, just use American-style kendo on them!