Chapter 550: You looked really good smiling from the grave.

Why did it feel so familiar?

Zhang Yong didn't understand himself for a moment. It was just a sudden feeling.

At the same time, the two characters Gongben seemed to flash through his mind. But it was fleeting. He didn't catch it. Then he saw the other person grab two pistols from behind.

In an instant, Zhang Yong became incredibly calm. It was as if he were a mechanical life form.

The distance was 180 metres.

The effective range of a pistol was 50 metres. But...

he saw the target raise the pistol. It was aiming at Zhang Yong.

The other party recognised him!

Squinting, he saw Zhu Yuan running towards him. He was trying to knock him out of the way.

Then he saw Chen Gongpeng draw his pistol.

The scenes around him flashed past like a movie.

For a split second, it felt as if he had eight eyes, able to sense everything around him. But his body didn't react.

Finally, his mind returned to thinking.

Ah, it's a member of the Miyamoto family. That's the face of a member of the Miyamoto family.

No wonder it looks so familiar.

Oh no...

The other person is aiming at him.

Although the distance is 180 meters. But what if the bullet is still lethal?

He felt a sharp pain on his left side, and then his body was knocked down hard by Zhu Yuan.

Zhu Yuan was saving him.

Zhu Yuan reacted so quickly.

Zhang Yong never would have thought that this chubby guy could move so quickly.

And...

This guy has such strength?

Zhang Yong felt like his body was going to fly out after being knocked by Zhu Yuan.

It hurt...

But he was very grateful.

Zhu Yuan was risking his life to save him.

If the opponent knocked him down and he fell to the ground, the danger of being shot would be greatly reduced.

At this moment, the target has not yet fired.

The muzzle is moving upwards.

At the same time, Chen Gongpeng's muzzle is also moving upwards.

Strangely, the two muzzles, which are at completely different angles, actually overlap in front of Zhang Yong's eyes.

Then...

He felt his right shoulder touch the ground.

It hurts...

Damn...

The last gunshot wound was on his right shoulder.

It has barely recovered a little, and it hasn't actually healed yet, and now there is another violent impact...

I'm done for. I'm really going to become a sick man of the East.

Ah, I need to get stronger...

I need to become a Yan Shuangying!

I suddenly remembered the Yuri medicine. Should I try it?

Screw the side effects. I'll die after having a taste. After drinking it, my combat effectiveness might suddenly soar to the level of ten Yan Shuangyings...

Nonsense!

Suddenly, I saw the muzzle of a gun emitting flames...

The enemy's muzzle was emitting fire. Chen Gongpeng's muzzle was also emitting fire.

It was completely simultaneous.

Zhang Yong's eyes could not tell the difference.

The two men fired at the exact same time. Both were equally fast.

At the same time as the shot was fired, Chen Gongpeng went down on all fours.

The Japanese invader also went down on all fours.

'Da da da...'

'Da da da...'

At the same time, the sound of a machine gun came from the ear.

Then, Zhang Yong saw something hit the target, Miyamoto.

Huh?

What was it?

Was it a bullet?

He then saw Miyamoto frantically rolling on the ground, then staggering to his feet and crawling behind the nearby wall.

Ah, he's running...

Zhang Yong turned his head. Only then did he see clearly. It was the machine gunner.

It was the machine gun on the truck that decisively opened fire.

This machine gunner is also quite formidable. A short burst of fire, probably three rounds. There should have been at least one hit.

Unfortunately, it missed the vital spot.

Since Miyamoto was still able to roll, it means he wasn't killed instantly.

Otherwise, with the power of a 7.92 mm machine gun bullet, as long as it hits the vital spot, even ten Miyamoto would be dead. Even a ninja wouldn't be of any use.

Thud!

Zhang Yong fell heavily to the ground.

His right shoulder hit the ground first. Then his whole body slammed heavily onto the ground.

So tragic...

So painful...

But he had narrowly escaped death.

No abnormalities were found on his body. It seemed that he had not been hit by the bullet.

He turned his head to look at Zhu Yuan. Fortunately, he should be fine too. However, he had already firmly remembered the scene just now.

At the critical moment, it was Zhu Yuan who bravely saved his life.

'Chase!'

Chen Gongpeng led the men in pursuit.

Everyone around him immediately pounced after him.

Zhang Yong: ?

What's going on?

Are you leaving me behind?

Oh no!

He suddenly looked back.

Oh, there are two trucks of soldiers.

Although they are from the pistol regiment, they don't seem to be the most elite?

Chen Gongpeng is surrounded by a dozen elites. They have all caught up. However, the two trucks of soldiers behind them are still on alert.

Zhang Yong hurriedly looked for traces of Gongben's escape.

However, he could not tell which one was the target.

There were many red dots on the edge of the map. Obviously, there were a lot of Japanese on this side. Inside Dongjiaominxiang, there was also the Japanese Embassy.

There were also the Taisho Bank and the Chinkin Bank. There were a lot of Japanese on this side. Even if you added up all the other foreigners, there were not as many as the Japanese.

It was completely impossible to tell.

Alas...

Just lie on the ground.

This is a bad start. I actually let the Miyamoto family escape.

However, since the Miyamoto family was here, it seems that there is a clue to the shooting.

They did it.

99.9999%...

Zhu Yuan came over and reached out to pull Zhang Yong up.

Without saying a word, it was as if nothing had happened just now.

Zhang Yong also didn't say a word. Great kindness is not spoken of. He remembered the kindness that saved his life just now.

He turns his head. He looks at the machine gunner on the truck. This guy is good, he must be commended. Zhang Yong walks over to the truck and climbs in. He takes out a big silver coin and hands it to the machine gunner.

Sorry, we don't have anything else, just this silver coin. You can just take it!

Machine gunner: ?

'Kill a Japanese invader and be rewarded with ten silver coins.'

'Ah...'

'I said it. I'll talk to Chen Gongpeng later.'

'Thank...'

The machine gunner was both happy and confused as he accepted the money.

Kill a Japanese soldier and get ten dollars?

That's a generous reward...

'You too!'

'Kill a Japanese soldier and get ten dollars!'

'I'll do what I say. As long as you follow me on missions, I guarantee you'll all get real money!'

Zhang Yong swept his gaze over the others. Raising his voice.

We don't play games. Our reward is as simple as it is generous. Just big money.

One Japanese soldier, ten big money!

Kill them all! It doesn't matter if you kill the wrong one. All Japanese soldiers deserve to die!

Get out of the car.

Not bad, you're still pretty agile.

I see Chen Gongpeng has returned in a huff. Obviously he didn't catch anyone.

There were too many Japanese inside, and the others had hidden. There was nothing he could do. And he wasn't authorised to search either.

'Who is it?' Chen Gongpeng asked.

'Japanese invaders. Members of the Miyamoto family,' Zhang Yong replied casually.

'Miyamoto?'

'Yes.'

'They...'

Chen Gongpeng frowned. Obviously, he knew the name.

Although he was not very professional in his line of work, he definitely knew his opponents.

Since Chen Gongpeng knew about the tamarind, he must also know how difficult the Miyamoto family was.

He was a bit frustrated at first, but now he was gradually returning to normal.

Since it's the Miyamoto family, it's no surprise that they can't be caught.

'By the way, I've already spoken to your men. Ten silver dollars for each Japanese spy you catch.'

'You're rich.'

'If you work with me to catch Japanese spies, I guarantee you'll be rich too.'

'I will.'

'Now, let's go find the Germans...'

'Yes!'

Chen Gongpeng agreed.

The person who was killed was German. The person who expressed the strongest opinion was also German.

The murderer is most likely inside Dongjiaominxiang, and perhaps it is the Japanese. To catch this murderer, the Germans themselves must intervene.

Speak of the devil and he doth appear.

The map indicates the arrival of a group of small white dots.

It soon becomes clear. It is a group of Germans.

Zhu Yuan gives a brief introduction. These Germans who have arrived are the German vice-minister.

Of course, the vice-minister is a Chinese-style interpreter. What his exact name is, Zhang Yong is not quite sure. Anyway, he is just a number two or number three figure.

At the moment, the moustache has not completely torn up the agreement signed back then, and the German army is not too strong. So the Germans are still being reasonable.

The German vice-minister leading the way is called Edelmann. He is very tall, like a boxer.

'You go deal with the Germans.'

'Me?'

'Yes.'

Chen Gongpeng is not to be questioned.

Zhang Yong: ...

Okay. Another social phobia.

These guys are really good at fighting. But in terms of other abilities, they are really average.

That's fine. Zhang Yong really wasn't afraid of dealing with other people. He was thick-skinned anyway. He wasn't afraid of losing face. He also had the face of a dog, so he wasn't afraid of other people turning their faces away.

If someone hit him in the face, he would just pull out his gun and finish them off. Who was afraid of whom? Everyone would die together.

He immediately went up to Edman and communicated with him.

The female translator was probably not German. He didn't know where she was from. She was a bit arrogant.

'Mr. Edman wants to talk to your person in charge.'

'I am the person in charge.'

'You are too young to be in charge. Send someone else.'

'I am the person in charge. There is no one else.'

'Mr. Edmann will be very unhappy.'

'Just translate what I say.'

Zhang Yong was unhappy.

You are just a translator, do you need so much screen time?

So the female interpreter translated stiffly.

Sure enough, Edmann looked a little impatient. But he didn't snap at once.

He went on and on.

'Mr. Edmann says, who are you? What is your position?'

'You tell him, my name is Zhang Yong. He can call me Zhang. I don't have a position. I'm here to solve problems.'

'You...'

The female interpreter paused. Zhang Yong gave her a glare. In the end, she translated it.

Edelman's eyebrows visibly furrowed. He started to clench his fist. This action made Zhang Yong more and more convinced that the other party might really be a boxer turned detective.

Blah, blah, blah, another bunch of words.

'Mr. Edelman says, what is your solution to the problem?'

'Does finding the murderer count as a solution?'

'Mr. Matt says he will only give you three days.'

'I don't like time limits. Unless you are willing to pay extra.'

'What is extra?'

'One hundred dollars a day. I'll work faster.'

'No way!'

'Then we'll have to proceed as usual.'

'Mr Ederman is very angry...'

'Actually, we've just found the murderer. Unfortunately, he got away.'

'You must take responsibility for what you say.'

'Of course. We've just found the murderer. Unfortunately, he got away.'

'Who is the murderer?'

'We don't know yet. But we are confident that we will find him again. He is injured and cannot escape. The only thing we need to do is to seal off Dongjiaomin Lane immediately and forbid anyone from entering or leaving.'

'That's impossible.'

'Then there is nothing I can do. The murderer will take the opportunity to escape.'

'Wait!'

Edelman seemed to be in a deep dilemma.

He could not tell whether what Zhang Yong said was true or not. However, he definitely did not want to let the murderer go.

He had heard the gunshot just now.

Since a gun had been fired and no one else was in sight, it was very likely that the murderer had fled.

Only someone who was afraid of being exposed would quickly hide.

The problem was that he still needed a bit of evidence.

Zhang Yong was beginning to get impatient.

He couldn't let Miyamoto get away.

Whether the murderer was Miyamoto or not, he had to take care of the other person.

It was either you or me.

'Tell him that I have discovered a spy case targeting the Germans. They have stolen very confidential data.'

'What data?'

'Detailed data on the BF109 fighter.'

'What?'

Obviously, the female interpreter didn't know anything about it.

Zhang Yong nudged his lips. It means it's none of your business. You just translate it directly. Don't add any drama to yourself.

The female interpreter had no choice but to relay the information faithfully.

Edelman seemed to freeze for a moment. Then he frowned. He hesitated to speak.

He jabbered on and on with the female translator, who nodded repeatedly. She seemed very humble.

'Mr. Edmann wants you to write some convincing data.'

'Of course.'

Zhang Yong took out the information he had prepared long ago.

It was actually a blank piece of paper.

The data on the blank piece of paper was what he had recalled and compiled over the past period of time.

He was originally going to give it to Yang Lichu.

Giving it to Yang Lichu was the same as calling that lady.

He was indeed very willing to facilitate the bf109 fighter trade. This fighter is really very good. It is very suitable for China.

Although, this matter is very difficult. It seems that there is not even 1% chance of success.

However, he still wants to try.

What if it really works?

Zhang Yong knows a lot about the Bf 109. He has argued with people online before, and he is a master at it. He knows he is wrong, but he refuses to admit it. As a result, he is often repeatedly slapped in the face. After all this time, some of the data is still very deeply etched in his memory. The areas involved are also very extensive.

Of course, not all the data is accurate. Memories are bound to be biased and there are bound to be omissions.

But it doesn't matter, as long as some of the data is correct. The Germans will pay enough attention to it.

Then, he can pin the blame on the Japanese.

I won't solve the case. But I will frame someone! If I say the Japanese did it, then the Japanese did it.

Edelman took the blank sheet of paper and looked at it. The data on it was very confusing.

However, he was knowledgeable after all, and quickly understood that the data did indeed belong to a fighter plane.

It was extremely likely that it was Germany's own Bf 109 fighter plane.

Its secret data had been leaked?

This was a major incident.

He needed to contact the country immediately by long-distance telegraph. And verify the data.

If the data was all true. Or most of it was true. It meant that there really had been a leak. It could very well constitute a special incident. It needed to be dealt with extremely seriously.

He rambled on and said a lot more.

'Mr. Edmann said that he needs to verify the authenticity of the data. It will take time,'

'Of course. Remind him that he must use an encrypted channel. It would be a catastrophe if his telegram was intercepted.'

Zhang Yong responded lightly.

If I can't outsmart the Japanese, my name isn't Zhang. Sooner or later, Edmann will hate the Japanese.

Edmann turned and walked away.

Zhang Yong's mouth curled into a meaningful smile.

At this time, Chen Gongpeng came up. Curiously, he asked, 'What did you give the Germans?'

'A German plane. It's still classified,' Zhang Yong replied casually, 'but the Japanese have already obtained the detailed data.'

'The Japanese?'

'Yes.'

'The Japanese stole the data from the Germans?'

'Yes. But the Japanese will never admit it.'

'That's for sure.'

Chen Gongpeng didn't ask any more questions.

His knowledge did not allow him to understand aircraft very well.

To him, airplanes were very high-end things. Ordinary people could not get in touch with them. He also did not have that kind of knowledge.

'What now?'

'Wait for news from the Germans.'

'Wait?'

'They are the ones who want to track down the murderer. Naturally, they will coordinate.'

'Okay!'

Chen Gongpeng did not have a better idea.

So, wait patiently.

The result...

Less than half an hour later, a large number of small red dots appeared.

Almost all of the small red dots had weapon symbols.

'The Japanese are here.'

'How many are there?'

'A lot.'

'Be on your guard!'

Chen Gongpeng is no pushover.

A lot of Japanese? He's not afraid. He's not afraid of anything when it comes to war.

Zhang Yong raises his hand to signal to everyone.

Kill a Japanese invader and you'll be rewarded with ten silver dollars. Work hard!

Soon afterwards, the Japanese invaders appear.

Good grief, there are two or three hundred of them. And they're all armed. They've got long and short guns.

What's this about? Are they going to start a big fight?

That's fine. We'll see what the other foreigners do.

Is Dongjiaominxiang the territory of all foreigners, or just the Japanese?

Zhu Yuan came up and whispered, 'The leader is Akagi Takasumi.'

'Him?' Zhang Yong was a little surprised.

He knew the name. But he had never met the person in person.

Back in Shanghai, this Akagi Takasumi was handled by the Commissioner of Police in the Public Concession. He was in charge of the police station.

Zhu Yuan was very unhappy about this guy's arrival, because he couldn't goof off anymore.

At that time, Zhang Yong arrested a Japanese spy called Aoki or something. I've forgotten the name. Anyway, it had something to do with Akagi Takasumi. At that time, the plan was to trade this Aoki for the traitor Yang Junjian. But then the situation changed, and Yang Junjian was captured in Tianjin and executed. The trade was put on hold indefinitely.

If nothing unexpected happened, Aoki would still be in prison. What was unexpected was that Takasumi Akagi had actually arrived in Beiping. And he was here.

'Akagi is here to deal with the train robbery.'

'Thank you!'

Zhang Yong nodded.

This Zhu Yuan had provided very important information.

It was indeed necessary to have acquaintances! Otherwise, he would not have known that the other person was Takasumi Akagi.

Since it was Takasumi Akagi, then it would be fine.

Crush him.

'You...'

'Fine, I'll deal with the Japanese,'

Zhang Yong answered directly.

I know you, Chen Gongpeng, are socially awkward, but that's fine. I'm best at this kind of thing.

I'm not good at shooting, I'm not good at martial arts, I'm not physically fit, I'm not observant. I'm not good at anything. It seems that the heavens have wasted all my skill points on my oratory skills.

Soon, a large group of Japanese people swarmed around him.

The tension was palpable.

They were ready to fire at any moment.

'It's you,'

Akagi Takasumi stared at Zhang Yong with a sinister tone of voice.

Apparently, he recognised Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong knew that he didn't need to disguise himself in the future. It was useless. The Japanese invaders all recognised him.

Ordinary disguises are just meant to fool innocent passers-by. If you want to fool professionals, you can forget it! On the contrary, the disguise made him feel very uncomfortable.

'Akagi Takasumi,'

Zhang Yong directly called the other party by his name.

What?

Polite talk?

Polite formalities?

No way.

If they weren't in Dongjiaominxiang, they would just go for it.

Akagi Takatoshi had brought two or three hundred people with him, and they all wanted to kill him, didn't they? Unfortunately, the Germans wouldn't allow it. Neither would the other powers.

And of course, Zhang Yong wouldn't allow it either.

Akagi Takatoshi didn't have a gun. But Zhang Yong did.

If they really did fight, he would definitely kill Akagi Takatoshi first. One for one. No loss.

'I have long admired your name, it is like thunder that pierces the ear.'

'You flatter me, I haven't done anything, just caught some rats.'

'Captain Zhang's words are really sharp!'

'I dare not. I dare not. I speak the truth. Don't mind me. If I die of anger, I can get a commendation later...'

'You have a big mouth. Trying to make me angry?'

'Misunderstanding. Misunderstanding. It is because you are narrow-minded and short-sighted that you can be made to die of anger!'

'You...'

'Akagi-san, you look so good smiling from the grave.'

'Baka!'

Akagi Takaharu suddenly became irritated and wanted to explode in place.

After just three sentences, he was already furious. Every word from the other party seemed to stab at his heart.

They brought up the wrong subjects. Every word was an embarrassment for the Japanese side.

Baka!

Son of a bitch!

Cheung Yung!

It really lives up to its reputation.