Chapter 529: Code name 996? Code name 007?

Yuntaro Ita's cheeks gradually froze.

He looked at Zhang Yong with horror in his eyes. He couldn't believe it. It was unbelievable.

It was impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

At one point, he doubted that he had heard it wrong.

But the cruel reality told him that he had not heard wrong.

Zhang Yong did mention that sensitive name.

In other words, Zhang Yong actually knew who the traitor was.

This is fatal.

How did he know?

Why would he know?

No, absolutely not!

He didn't even tell his two trusted helpers.

'You...'

'Oh, wrong guess?'

'You...'

Yoshitaro Date understood that the other party was toying with him.

The other party knows. But he deliberately pretends not to know.

Damn it!

One can kill a person, but not insult him.

He is an excellent, outstanding spy!

He has been commended by Katsuji Katsuki!

He cannot accept such humiliation!

Silence.

Zhang Yong also does not speak.

Cheating. It is too much to show off.

After a long time...

'How did you know?'

'I guessed.'

'How did you know?'

'I guessed.'

'I asked you, how did you know!'

Yuntao Ita was getting anxious.

He couldn't help raising his voice. He shouted.

He was very concerned about this issue.

This issue made him lose his temper.

However...

Zhang Yong looked at him askew. It was as if he were looking at an idiot.

'How did you...'

'Idiot! Of course someone inside your organisation has ratted on you.'

'What?'

Yuntao Ita suddenly felt cold air rising from the top of his head.

Damn it!

Someone ratted? A traitor?

A traitor in the prison? That's terrible!

Zhang Yong actually knew such a secret. This means that the traitor must be quite high up the ranks.

At least on the same level as him, Ita Juntaro. Or even higher.

The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became. The more he thought about it, the more creepy it felt. He didn't even dare to continue thinking about it.

'Money!'

'You tell me who the traitor is, and I'll give you money.'

'Funny. I'm not retarded. How could I possibly tell you who the traitor is?'

'I'm in your hands now, so even if I knew, there's no way I could pass it on, is there?'

'What if?'

'If you don't tell me, I won't give you the money.'

'Forget it, I don't want your money.'

'120,000 silver notes. 9,000 US dollars. 7,000 British pounds. Do you want it?'

'You...'

Zhang Yong gritted his teeth.

Damn. That much? I can't resist!

Damn it!

He pinched his own hand quietly.

He had to control his desires! He mustn't be swayed by a few thousand dollars!

He had to be a noble person, a pure person, someone who had distanced himself from base interests...

However...

'US dollars, do you want them?'

'British pounds, do you want them?'

Yuntao Ita sneered deliberately. He was deliberately tempting him.

He could see it. Zhang Yong had a weakness. And it was a very fatal weakness.

When he was looking at the information before, he thought Zhang Yong was pretending. He was deliberately pretending to be lustful and greedy. A protective colouration.

In Chinese history, many people have done this.

Especially those great men who have achieved success and become too powerful for their masters, deliberately sully themselves in order to protect themselves. As a result, many of them were able to die a good death.

Zhang Yong has obviously learned from history and has been in disguise from the beginning.

But now, Yuta Ita has overturned his own opinion. He believes that Zhang Yong is not pretending. This guy is just greedy and lustful!

"Hmm...'

Sure enough, Zhang Yong's lips twitched slightly.

This little movement of his quietly revealed his inner desires.

Oh no...

There are even US dollars! And British pounds!

These are all his Achilles' heels!

As soon as these weapons are thrown out, he will immediately lose his ability to resist.

Alas...

Defeated by the enemy.

Indeed, the enemy has successfully grasped his weak points.

As long as there are enough US dollars, British pounds, gold bars, and so on, Zhang Yong suspects that he may give Yoda Yuntao a chance.

Suddenly, he remembered something and his eyes sparkled.

'Do you have any gold bars?'

'Yes, but they're in another place.'

'How many?'

'Fifteen big ones and eighty small ones.'

'Ah...'

Zhang Yong felt impatient.

He never expected that he could bluff so much wealth just by making something up.

Judging from the look on Itagaki's face, he didn't seem to be lying.

This guy really wants to know who the traitor is. Otherwise, he will die with a bad conscience.

So he waved his hand. He told the others to step back a little.

Then, lowering his voice, Zhang Yong spoke mysteriously and solemnly: 'It was Kawashima Yoshiko...'

'Impossible!' Itagaki Yuntaro blurted out.

Liar!

Zhang Yong must be lying.

How could it be Kawashima Yoshiko? She doesn't know anything about this!

Yuntaro Date never trusted that woman. So there was no way that confidential information could have been passed on to Kawashima Yoshiko. She couldn't have known.

'Wait until I've finished.'

'You, go on.'

'What I'm saying is that there was someone close to Kawashima Yoshiko...'

'Impossible.'

'Wait until I've finished.'

'You, go on.'

'He was a hidden Japanese, just like you. He was lurking close to Kawashima Yoshiko, spying on that bitch.'

'Then he couldn't possibly know about Zhou Yukun's existence.'

'Oh, so the paid-off military officer you mentioned is called Zhou Yukun...'

'I...'

Yuntaro Date froze in his tracks.

His mind went blank.

What had he said?

Zhou Yukun?

He had actually said that name out loud?

Damn it!

How could he have said that name out loud?

It was over...

He had been stupid enough to admit it himself.

Damn it!

I am an excellent, outstanding, outstanding spy! How could I have made such a stupid mistake?

Ahhh...

I want to explode in place! I want to disembowel myself on the spot! I want to burrow my head into the ground. I have no face to show anyone.

'Okay, you should have said it.'

'What?'

'The money.'

Zhang Yong was concise and to the point.

There was a look of contempt in the corner of his eye. Unabashed.

The other person was despising him. He was also despising the other person. And he was being professional, cut it out. In the end, he came out on his own, didn't he?

"You still haven't told me who the traitor is.'

'I told you.'

'The name.'

'You didn't tell me the name either? Zhou Yukun. I guessed it.'

'You...'

'Forget it, you can play dumb. It's okay to play dumb.'

'I...'

Yuntao was silent.

His pride wouldn't allow him to play dumb. To lose is to lose.

Since he had lost the information, he had to tell where the money was hidden.

But he refused to accept it!

He really, really refused to accept it. Because Zhang Yong was just too professional.

There was not a hint of professionalism in the way he spoke, the tone of his voice, or the skill with which he questioned him.

'Answer me two questions.'

'Why?'

'Because I'll pay you!'

'Okay, ask away!'

Zhang Yong nodded sullenly.

He quietly smacked his own hand again. Why couldn't he control his hands?

Really. What does he need all that money for?

Oh, to buy a house, a plane, a cannon...

Although that lady might also pocket some of it. But she really can buy a plane...

'You really haven't had any professional training?'

'No,'

Zhang Yong answered honestly.

There was nothing to hide. He had only started out halfway through!

He knew nothing about professional skills.

The people he met were all experts. All professionals.

For example, this Yuntao Datayin in front of him is a very capable spy. He has even been decorated.

He was also awarded a pistol made in Germany, the same one used by the Führer.

'Why did the Fuxing Society accept you?'

'Maybe, perhaps, probably, it's because I have some special abilities.'

'What abilities?'

'I have a particularly strong desire for money. So I work especially hard. 996 is no longer enough for me, and I'm not even satisfied with 007...'

'What did you say?'

Yuntao Ita was at a loss for words. He thought very seriously.

What 996? What 007?

It sounded very official.

It didn't seem like he was just blabbing.

He was an excellent, outstanding, outstanding spy. He was thinking.

He thought every word Zhang Yong revealed was worth studying. Could 996 and 007 be the code names of the two traitors? Yes, it was possible!

Zhang Yong was no professional! He wasn't that tight-lipped. He might have inadvertently let the cat out of the bag.

If he thinks about it carefully, he might be able to find a clue in these two sets of numbers.

'It's the house at the back.'

'Which one?'

'It's across the street from the backyard. It's right in front of it.'

'Thanks!'

Zhang Yong immediately sets off.

Yuntaro Itami wants to bang his head against the wall.

He has confessed again.

Unfortunately, there is nothing he can do. He is completely unable to move.

Ah, defeated by an amateur.

This is his shame!

Shame...

'Bang!'

Zhang Yong kicked the door open with one kick.

This was also a very small house. There was also only one bed.

There was no mosquito net on the bed. There was only a straw mat. There were cobwebs. Anyone could see that no one had lived here for a long time.

A lot of oiled paper packages were dug out from under the bed. Opened. They were full of banknotes.

US dollars! British pounds! Silver notes! All of them!

After carefully counting them, yes, it was correct: 9,000 US dollars. 7,000 British pounds. 120,000 silver notes.

Delighted.

Hides the dollars and pounds well.

Unfortunately, all the banknotes are from the Po Sang Bank. Otherwise, he would be even happier.

Alas, there is always a fly in the ointment!

Damn Po Sang Bank. Sooner or later, it will be destroyed...

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration hits him. Destroyed? It seems that the Po Sang Bank was not dissolved until 1946.

Even after the Japanese announced their unconditional surrender, it continued to exist for a few more months.

In other words, the banknotes issued by it could be used until 1946. In other words, there was still a full ten years to go. What was there to worry about? Just spend it slowly.

If you can't spend it all, give some to others. Ten years is a long time, and it will be used up before you know it.

Starting in 1938, the Eighth Route Army was flourishing all over North China, so there was no need to worry about not having anywhere to spend money.

Then everything would be fine.

Brace yourself.

He returned to the side of Yuntaro Date and

thumped him on the back.

Not bad. You're a good earner. I like it very much.

Watching the treasures he had collected being plundered by Zhang Yong, Yuntaro Date's mouth twitched.

'There's still one more.'

'What?'

'The one from Wanping City.'

'Hmph, don't you know already?'

'I know. I know. But I want you to say it yourself.'

'Forget it!'

Yuntaro Date flatly refused.

He had already raised his guard. He would never make the same elementary mistake again.

He would never, ever, say that name.

'Tian Fengmao...'

'Tian Fengmao...'

Suddenly, a disembodied voice came to Zhang Yong's ears.

Zhang Yong let out a sigh of relief.

Amazing.

The passive technique had been activated once again.

It had been proven that if you asked repeatedly, the other party would inevitably let the corresponding information surface.

The information had to be as simple as possible. Anything too complicated would be useless.

The easiest thing to 'eavesdrop' on is a person's name.

Yuntao Ita must have been thinking about this name.

However, this so-called Yuri's mind control is really too mysterious, and Zhang Yong does not dare to expect too much.

It would be best if it worked. If it doesn't, that's fine.

Relying solely on the map, his special ability is already powerful enough. He doesn't expect anything else.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't get the name of the traitor. At most, he will continue to investigate.

'So I start guessing again?'

'Guessing what?'

'The officer who surrendered and stopped the siege of the city, who you bribed.'

'You...'

'I'm guessing, he might be surnamed Li, surnamed Wang, or surnamed Tian?'

'You...'

Yuntao Ita immediately twitched at the corner of his mouth.

He immediately broke down again.

Damn it. The other party actually knew again.

The last word popped out, which meant that Zhang Yong already knew everything.

Otherwise, how could a Tian suddenly appear?

There is no way that Tian is related to Li and Wang! The other party is not guessing at all!

They are playing cat and mouse with me!

Damn it...

Why is this happening?

Why is this happening?

I am an outstanding, excellent, and exceptional spy!

But why have I been defeated by a layman!

I am not willing to accept this!

I don't understand!

Ahhh...