Chapter 554: The Big Thunderstorm Plan

The well-dressed man looked a little confused.

What Sakata? Who's your Sakata?

What are you talking about?

"Sakata-kun, I'm Hanamichi Sakuragi!'

'You...'

'What? You've forgotten me? I'm Hanamichi Sakuragi from Kanagawa!'

'What Kanagawa?'

'Didn't you used to go to Shohoku High School?'

'I don't...'

'What do you mean you don't? You're from Shohoku High School. You were there with us, along with Mitsui Hisashi, Takamiya Nozomu, Mito Yohei, and Ookusu Yuji...'

'I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about.'

'What?'

Zhang Yong pretended to be very confused.

He looked at the Japanese spy and then at the two young and pretty girls. Suddenly, it seemed that he had a realization.

'Oh, Sakata-kun, I'm sorry. Sorry...'

'I'm not Japanese.'

'Hey, Sakata-kun, you traitor! How dare you betray the Great Japanese Empire! How dare you say you're not Japanese? Hah!'

Zhang Yong raised his hand and slapped him.

A hard slap on the other person's face.

Damn it. How dare you say you're not Japanese? Fine, I'll beat the living daylights out of you!

"Pat!'

The sound was very loud.

Five fingerprints immediately appeared on the spy's cheek.

Zhang Yong: ???

Eh? Has my strength increased?

Oh, it's been a long time since I've hit someone. The slap seems to have increased in strength.

'Ah!'

The spy screamed.

He was completely stunned by the slap. He was at a loss.

What's going on?

Why did I get hit?

Who is the other person?

Why did they hit me?

In his confusion, he felt Zhang Yong moving.

The other person was rummaging through his belongings. They even took his wallet.

No...

He subconsciously sensed that something was wrong.

His wallet contained some things that couldn't be seen in public...

He suddenly felt a chill run through his body. He reacted quickly. Instinctively, he reached out to grab his wallet back.

However...

Suddenly, his eyes went blank.

Instead, he saw Zhang Yong holding a pistol under the table, the muzzle pointing at his belly.

'Ah...'

The Japanese spy's mind went blank.

In the midst of extreme tension, he couldn't figure out what had happened to him.

Who was the other person? Why was there a gun?

Damn...

Was the other person here for him?

Were there any other enemies nearby?

He subconsciously looked around and indeed saw people standing around the door.

With his professional eye, he immediately judged that these people were no ordinary people. They were well-trained soldiers. They were all carrying weapons.

In an instant, the Japanese spy understood.

Other people were coming for him. Other people were coming to arrest him.

His identity had been exposed.

His heart suddenly fell to the bottom. It didn't feel good.

Zhang Yong opened his wallet.

This Japanese spy really had money, using a leather wallet. The quality was excellent.

There are quite a few treasures inside. There are more than ten US dollars, all of which are $5 bills. There are also more than ten British pounds, also $5 bills.

There are no large coins. There are no banknotes. Only US dollars and British pounds.

Oh, there are five more silver banknotes. They are all from Citibank. The face value is 100 silver dollars.

In addition, in the Japanese spy's wallet, there is also a note. It says an address. There is also a four-digit number.

The address is inside Dongjiaominxiang. I don't know what the four-digit number is.

Forget it for now. First, hide the US dollars and British pounds. Of course, I'll take the silver notes too.

Citibank and HSBC banknotes, the more the better.

This Japanese spy was actually carrying all these things. It seems that his fake identity is a bit high-level!

Stuffing the empty wallet back into the Japanese spy's arms, Zhang Yong said with a smile, 'Sakata-kun, it's rare that we meet again, so today, I'll treat!'

Japanese spy: !@#¥%...

angry. But he dares not move.

Someone else has a gun. And there are so many helpers outside.

If he resists...

He dares not think about it...

Zhang Yong's gaze turns to the two beautiful young girls, and he says with a lecherous smile, 'Your friends are also my friends!'

'You are...' one of the beautiful girls asks cautiously.

'Yes, there are many pretty girls. I am Japanese. My name is Hanamichi Sakuragi. This is my friend, His Excellency Noboru Sakata.' Zhang Yong smiled broadly and blurted out, "He is a senior secret agent of the Imperial Japanese Army's military police headquarters, and has a bright future...'

'Ah...'

The two girls were both shocked and looked at each other.

Obviously, what Zhang Yong said shocked them greatly. They never imagined that the other party was actually Japanese!

"You...'

One girl looked at the middle-aged man.

a little frightened.

A little nervous.

'Oh, don't get me wrong, he's an impostor.'

'Liar!'

The two girls stood up and left angrily.

The Japanese spy's face immediately turned dark.

'Hagakure! Who the hell are you?' The Japanese spy was anxious and angry.

'My name is Zhang Yong. I specialize in catching Japanese spies,' Zhang Yong answered with a smile, 'do you understand now?'

'What do you want?'

'Of course I want to know everything about you.'

'No way!'

'We Chinese have a saying: 'If you don't want to drink to your health, you'll drink to your punishment. Do you want to experience the ten tortures of the Qing dynasty?'

'Special agents of the Japanese Empire will never surrender.'

'Very well. We'll see.'

'What are you going to do?'

'I'll call someone to come and pull out all your fingernails, including your hands and feet. Then I'll pull out all your teeth...'

'You monster!'

'So, are you willing to tell me everything you know?'

'I...'

'One, two, three...'

'I'll talk.'

The Japanese spy finally gave in.

He knew very well that he had been exposed. And the result of being exposed was death.

If he could die a quick death, of course there would be no problem. The problem was, since someone had captured him, how could he die a quick death?

They would definitely torture him severely, repeatedly, to squeeze out everything he knew.

Could he really withstand the other person's torture? Frankly, he didn't have much confidence. He knew exactly how lethal the torture was.

Zhang Yong took out the small piece of paper.

Pointing to the address on it, he asked, 'What is this place?'

'It's...' The Japanese spy hesitated.

'Don't want to answer? Then what do these four numbers represent?'

'...'

The Japanese spy continued to refuse to answer.

Zhang Yong took out a dagger and plunged it into his thigh.

Forget it, no need to call someone else to torture him. I'll do it myself! Three cuts, six holes, simple and brutal.

'Ahhh...'

The Japanese spy let out a scream.

He was completely unprepared. The dagger had been plunged deep into his thigh.

The pain...

His teeth clenched...

His cheeks contorted...

'Now do you remember what this address is for?'

'I...'

'Do you need another stab to refresh your memory?'

'I said. I said. That's my meeting place. I'm going there to pick up some things.'

'What things?'

'Supplies.'

'What supplies?'

'Money, weapons, ammunition, and maybe a boat ticket...'

'Where are you going by boat?'

'America.'

'Oh. You're going to America! That's great! It's good to go to America!'

Zhang Yong said with a smile.

He really is a high-level spy. He can even go to America by boat.

That's easy.

Spies like this are often easier to deal with.

Zhang Yong has summed up his experience that the most difficult Japanese spies to deal with are often disguised as rickshaw pullers.

'What are these four numbers?'

'The password for the contact.'

'You need a password to get supplies?'

'No...'

'What is it?'

'It's the password for the contact after I get to the United States.'

'Oh...'

What a pity. It's not going to be useful for the time being.

America. He can't go there himself. Even if he went, it would be useless.

China is my base. I stay grounded and calm.

'Japanese name.'

'Kanayama Shinji.'

'Cover identity.'

'Second-level interpreter at the US Embassy.'

'How long have you been in hiding?'

'More than three years.'

'What are you going to do to the two little girls?'

'I...'

The Japanese spy hesitated.

Zhang Yong immediately sensed that something was amiss.

It seemed that this guy definitely wasn't trying to seduce them. If he was trying to seduce them, there would be no need to hesitate.

He is a Japanese spy. He even confessed his address and the password for meeting up. He has already told you everything. What is the big deal about sex? There must be something more serious than sex.

'Speak!'

'I, I, I...'

'Speak!'

'I was on a mission...'

'What mission?'

'It was to, to, lure some young people overseas to work...'

'Trafficking in labour?'

'No, no, no...'

The Japanese spy hurriedly denied it.

However, he soon understood. Denying it was useless.

Since someone else had mentioned the words 'labour trafficking', it meant that they already knew about it.

Sure enough, Zhang Yong's expression did not change.

He was very angry to hear about labour trafficking for the first time.

However, the more he knew, the more numb he became. This kind of thing happened in other places, and Beiping was no exception.

The only thing that was a bit novel was that this Japanese spy had actually come forward in the capacity of the US embassy, and was even prepared to lure two beautiful women into the water first, and then use them to attract other young students. This tactic was actually quite vicious. I guess the success rate was also quite high.

With the endorsement of the United States and the endorsement of beautiful women, even if it were placed in a later era, it would also be a sure-fire bait! I wonder how many people will fall for it.

Many people are scolding the beacon country online. But the feet are honest. They are rushing to the beacon country.

'Who's your handler?'

'His name is Gui Tou Shanwei, and he's hiding his identity as the principal of Puhua Middle School.'

'Oh? The principal?'

Zhang Yong's mind twitched.

The Japanese spy is amazing, he's even become the principal.

It can be imagined how dangerous this school will be with a Japanese spy as the principal.

However, Zhang Yong doesn't have time to deal with this Japanese spy for the time being. He needs to lay a trap. He needs to arrange a little foreshadowing for his plan.

'What do you know about the Tempest Project?'

'What?'

The Japanese spy was stunned.

What Tempest Project?

What are you talking about?

Why can't you understand?

"The Tempest Project.'

'I've never heard of it.'

'A project to steal fighter jet core technology data from Germany and the United States.'

'I don't know...'

'No, you do. You're embedded in the US Embassy, you can't not know.'

'I don't know, really, I...'

'You know.'

Zhang Yong pulled out his pistol.

The Japanese spy's face fell.

I really don't know, you're forcing a good person to do evil!

"Let me tell you then.'

'Er...'

'The so-called Typhoon plan is...'

Zhang Yong suddenly stopped.

Shit...

It seems like a scene change. I said the wrong name.

I just made up a plan, Typhoon, which might involve polar bears.

Back when I was arguing with someone on a military forum, someone said that the Red Soviet Union had a plan called 'Thunderstorm' that was prepared to take action against the Germans first. But it's hard to tell whether it's true or not.

Zhang Yong himself doesn't believe it. He thinks it's nonsense. Most likely it's another attempt by the West to discredit the Soviet Union.

But now that he mentions the 'Thunderstorm' plan, he suddenly becomes a little worried. What if the Soviets really had this plan?

Wouldn't that be like lifting the lid in advance?

If the Soviets knew about it, would they investigate?

Frowning...

It's too late to change the name.

It's already been mentioned twice, so how can it be changed? If you mess around, the credibility will drop to zero.

What should I do?

Cool...

I can only hope that the Soviets haven't noticed...

He continued, 'You Japanese wanted to steal core data from the Germans, and the data has already been leaked. You say you don't know?'

'I...'

'You're lurking in the American Embassy, and you must be trying to steal American technical data, right?'

'I...'

The Japanese spy wanted to deny it. But he didn't dare.

On the contrary, he vaguely sensed that this might be his opportunity.

Zhang Yong had revealed a lot of information.

Something about a big thunderstorm. Something about the technical data of a fighter. And something about the technical data having been leaked.

All of this was extremely valuable.

If it was true, it meant that there was a traitor within the Japanese army. If it wasn't true, it meant that someone was targeting the Japanese army.

'Project Big Thunderstorm...'

The Japanese spy memorised the name.

Perhaps this name would be the turning point of his fate.

After reporting it, he might be rewarded.

'I won't arrest you now. I'll let you go back normally. After you go back, you will secretly help me. Your task is to help me investigate the extent to which the Dairenji plan has progressed and what results have been achieved.'

'I...'

'If you cooperate, nothing will change. You can still enjoy your wealth and power. You can still go to the United States. But if you don't cooperate, then you will die. Either I will kill you, or your own people will order you to commit hara-kiri. You choose!'

'I...'

The Japanese spy stammered. He didn't know how to answer.

He was terrified. But he also seemed to see a glimmer of hope. He needed time to process the complex information.

'Get out!'

Zhang Yong ordered the Japanese spy to leave.

Then he continued to sit there. He asked the waiter for a cup of coffee.

As he drank the bitter coffee, his mind raced.

He needed a little time to figure out his plan—the fake big thunderstorm.

Although Zhang Yong had never tried to deceive others with fake intelligence before, there were some things that could be learned without a teacher.

Letting him go find real intelligence might be hopeless.

But if it's fake intelligence, making things up, he really can give it a try.

Before the Normandy landings, the Allies also used a lot of fake intelligence to confuse the Germans.

What he has to do now is let the Japanese spies know the name of the Big Thunderstorm Project. And know that this project is to steal German core technology data.

Not just limited to fighter jets. It also includes heavy artillery, tanks, warships, and so on.

The motive is simple. It's about knowing yourself and your enemy. It's about targeting the Germans. And for that, they are willing to assassinate the relevant Germans.

The latter point is also very important. It's tantamount to nailing the Japanese murderer.

You see, the Japanese do have a motive. They are completely motivated to assassinate the Germans.

The two Germans who were murdered before most likely discovered some of the Japanese spies' activities and were assassinated.

Yes...

That's the motive.

I was hasty just now. I didn't think of it.

If I had thought of it earlier, I would have just told Edmann.

Fortunately, it doesn't matter if I tell him later. This will be more realistic. It will be more believable if we get it out of the Japanese spy.

Okay, that's it.

Zhang Yong calculated the cause and effect of the matter once and felt that there were no major problems.

The origin of everything was the Big Thunderstorm plan.

The Japanese wanted to steal the Germans' confidential data. But they were discovered. So they killed them to keep their mouths shut.

As for the details...

There is no need for details in this kind of thing.

As it turned out, all the details could be filled in by the imagination.

As long as the Germans believed that the Japanese had really done it, they didn't need to know anything else. They just had to wait for the Germans to react.

'Bang!'

The coffee was set down.

It was settled!

The Tempest Project was born!