Chapter 621: New Year's Day
Zhang Yong returned to the Huaqiao Hotel.
He entered Li Jingqian's room.
Divide the spoils.
You get one piece, I get one piece.
You get one piece, I get one piece.
Divide the dollars and pounds equally. He and Li Jingqian each got half.
'For me?' Li Jingqian's expression is intriguing.
'Yes,' Zhang Yong nods.
'I don't know how to use this thing...'
'Then I'll help you!'
Zhang Yong quickly puts the other copy away. Hide it.
Li Jingqian: ...
Bites her lips hard.
I really want to beat this guy up. Bite him again.
'Zhang Shaolong!'
'What?'
'How dare you be more hypocritical.'
'You said you didn't want it.'
'I said I didn't know how to use it. I didn't say I didn't want it.'
'It's the same thing.'
'I give up. How thick is your skin?'
'As thick as you think it is.'
'If I wasn't hurt, I would beat the living daylights out of you.'
'But you are hurt...'
'You!'
Li Jingqian was completely speechless.
She was truly impressed by such a scoundrel.
She had been with the organisation since she was a child. No one was like him. It was a real treat.
But, strangely, she felt relaxed.
Perhaps this guy could give her a sense of security? Make her less nervous?
"Give me a US dollar and a British pound.'
'You won't be able to use them.'
'I've never seen one before. Show me.'
'Okay.'
So Zhang Yong took out a US dollar. Ten dollars face value. And a British pound, five dollars face value.
She said: Just two. Not one more. Just to study.
Anyway, he already paid for all her food, clothing, and housing. He also reimbursed her for all medical expenses.
The key point is that he used two boxes of amoxicillin capsules on her.
Without this medicine, it is absolutely unknown whether she would be alive now. Once infected, she would be dead.
The consequences of grenade fragments are often more serious than the warhead. This is because grenade fragments are often dirty and carry contaminants. They can easily cause infection.
Given his level of wound management, her mortality rate is 1000%...
'Get out!'
'Okay!'
Zhang Yong happily left.
Yang Lichu happened to be passing by outside and took a look at him.
Natasha didn't know what she was doing out. She happened to be passing by as well. She took a look at him too. Then she looked inside the room.
She happened to see Li Jingqian pondering over a dollar and a pound.
'Zhang, do you always pay?'
'What?'
'You really are a degenerate bourgeois. Life is so decadent.'
'What?'
Zhang Yong looked confused.
What decadent? And bourgeois?
I'm so poor now. And bourgeois? Super proletarian!
No point in explaining.
He went back to his room. He found some paper and a pen.
He tried to reconstruct the photo he had just seen, as well as the map. He didn't want his memory to fade.
He didn't have an excellent memory. He could only use a stupid method.
First, he roughly drew a contour map based on his memory. As a result, he found that he only remembered roughly.
He had mostly forgotten the specific numerical elevations.
Fortunately, the final product could barely be seen as a contour map. He comforted himself: It wasn't bad. At least it wasn't a target.
The airport photo was mainly the angle from which the photo was taken. He needed to go on a field trip to see from which angle the spy had taken the photo.
Gradually, his thoughts returned to the Japanese spy who had sent the money to Akagi Takatoshi.
Who could this guy be?
Could it be Gong Ruitang? It was probably him.
Who else could have come up with so much money?
It definitely wasn't Wang Jichang.
Wang Jichang's money was sent to Wang Jingwei.
Fortunately, Zhang Yong had marked the spot when the Japanese spy left.
If this guy showed up again next time, they could find him in time.
Gradually, he became happier.
Looking back on the past year, it seems that I've made a good income...
Although I'm just a small fry. But luck seems to be on my side. I've made quite a lot from the gold bars.
Thank you, God, for feeding me...
That's it for this year. It's over. I hope next year will be a better start.
There's something big going on, but let's talk about it after the New Year.
Sure enough, nothing happened.
As long as he doesn't go out and look for trouble. It's just peace and harmony outside.
'Popping...'
'Popping...'
The sound of firecrackers came from afar.
Zhang Yong also spent more than ten yuan to buy a bunch of firecrackers to celebrate.
Send the plague god away...
Send the plague god away...
New Year's Eve dinner...
Finally, New Year's Eve passed smoothly. The first day of the New Year arrived.
When they woke up in the morning, they were full of energy.
It was the first day of the year, so they definitely had to be full of energy. I wish you a good start to the year. Catch more Japanese spies. Make more money.
Give out red envelopes.
Everyone gets one.
They are all two yuan legal tender.
Since they don't like them, they can be used to give to others.
Unfortunately, there are no red, hundred-dollar bills, so it doesn't feel quite as festive.
Give one to Yang Lichu.
Give one to Natasha.
And finally, give one to Li Jingqian.
'Aren't you going out to work?'
'It's Chinese New Year. I'm taking a break.'
'Don't you need to call to wish people a happy new year?'
'Maybe I should!'
Zhang Yong is hesitant.
It seems like he should call to wish people a happy new year.
But he definitely couldn't go back to his own home. The consequences would be unimaginable if he were discovered.
The Japanese invaders would now hate to peel his skin, disassemble his bones and suck his blood. Anyone and everything connected to him was in danger. Especially his family.
For their safety, he could only sever all contact with them.
Pretend that he didn't exist.
The Japanese invaders would have no hesitation in shooting anyone else as a hostage.
But if it was a relative...
He didn't dare think about it.
He didn't want to think about it.
Zhu Zu is still in Tianjin. Li Boqi is there too.
Alas, these two men are also strangers in a foreign land, and every holiday makes them think of their loved ones even more!
The phone is not working. No need to call to wish each other a happy new year.
But Mao Renfeng is in Nanjing. OK, I'll give his office a call. Let's see if this curmudgeon is working on New Year's Day.
'DING...'
'DING...'
'DING...'
'Hello...'
After three rings, Mao Renfeng actually picked up the phone.
Zhang Yong was really impressed. This King of the Roll. He's so damn dedicated! He's still on duty on New Year's Day. How are the others supposed to live?
Really.
Li Boqi just wants to take a vacation all the time. He wants to slack off.
This Mao Renfeng, on the other hand, is at work 25 hours a day. He does the work of ten other people. He's really the King of the Roll!
I'm impressed!
I'm really impressed.
In the future, he must be denied any further promotion.
Otherwise, how will we all get by?
If everyone works as hard as him, we'll all die of sudden deaths within three years. No one will ever see the end of the war.
'Section chief, I'm Zhang Yong. I'm wishing you a happy new year!'
'Haha, it's you, Shaolong! You've worked hard. You're on your own out there, so be sure to be careful!'
'I know...'
Chatting with Mao Renfeng.
Of course, on New Year's Day, there's no way you can talk about serious business.
The main purpose is to get to know each other better. Mao Renfeng is still the head of Section 5.
What is the full name of Section 5? I think it's the Section for War against Japan? Damn it. I've even forgotten its name.
Fortunately, it doesn't matter if I don't remember. As long as someone else does.
After a while of small talk, he hangs up.
And then...
There is no then.
There is no one else to call.
Pei Lan and Pei Xue have already left Shanghai for Chengdu and Chongqing.
They're definitely not going to be answering the phone. They won't be able to be contacted until they've settled down.
Boring...
Should we go out and catch some Japanese spies to get the year off to a good start?
After all, catching Japanese spies on New Year's Day makes it look like you're working really hard, doesn't it? The Chairman and his wife saw what was going on and promptly rewarded us with a reward of a million or so...
Don't think about it too much.
In the future, Gongde Lin will have its own place...
'Ding-dong...'
'Ding-dong...'
Suddenly the phone rang.
Zhang Yong was in a good mood. He answered the phone cheerfully.
And then...
The voice of Gao Yuanhang came over the phone, 'Shaolong, come to the airport immediately.'
'Something happened?' Zhang Yong immediately realised that the problem was serious.
'A maintenance technician from Curtis Company is dead.'
'Dead?'
'Yes.'
'Inside the airport? Outside?'
'Outside.'
'How far?'
'On the way back from the Sea Devil Club.'
'Okay. I'll be there immediately.'
Zhang Yong hung up the phone silently.
What bad luck! Something happened on the first day of the year. And it's related to me.
Alas, did I inadvertently absorb the qualities of Detective Conan? Everywhere I go, people die.
The problem is, I don't have Conan's ability to solve cases!
I'm screwed...
'Luo Feng!'
'Here!'
'Assemble your team with Chen Yue and follow me to Jieqiao Airport.'
'Yes.'
The team quickly assembled.
Two teams. More than 30 people. They quickly headed to the airport.
However, on the way there, they encountered Gu Bafeng.
They were puzzled.
They didn't think they had notified Gu Bafeng.
What was going on?
Gu Bafeng walked over and whispered, 'Shaolong, the Garrison Command notified the higher-ups about this. It was reported directly to the adjutant's office.'
'Garrison Command?' Zhang Yong immediately realised that someone was targeting him.
He was clearly in Hangzhou. But the Garrison Command deliberately did not notify him. Instead, they reported the matter. It was obvious that they were trying to set him up!
Damn it, that bastard Xuan Tiewu. Sooner or later, I'll get him. Two-faced, honeyed words, but a sword in the belly. The ultimate scum.
He just said he wanted to ease relations, but immediately stabbed me in the back.
Reporting directly to the adjutant's office is like signing your own death warrant. It's the death warrant of the entire secret service.
Xuan Tiewu's opponent is still Boss Dai.
He's always wanted to replace Boss Dai. When he gets such a good opportunity, of course he can't let it go.
Unfortunately, Boss Dai is currently in Tianjin. He is far away and it is hard to get to him. Xuan Tiewu has taken advantage of this and attacked.
It will be difficult to get past this hurdle.
It all depends on Mao Renfeng, the king of intrigue, who is based in Nanjing, to see if he can resolve the situation.
'Who else is here?'
'Hangzhou Police Department. Chen Shiweng.'
'Who is he?'
'Li Shizhen's right-hand man. Chen Cheng's younger cousin.'
'What?'
Zhang Yong suddenly gasped.
Shit!
This is a buff overload!
This Chen Shiweng is actually Chen Cheng's younger brother!
I'm going to die!
Why did you bring up Chen Cheng!
You said Li Shizhen was okay. Bringing up Chen Cheng is the end.
What is Chen Cheng's nickname?
Little Chairman!
What does that mean?
It means that he has always been at the very centre of power.
Chiang Kai-shek has almost unlimited trust in him.
From beginning to end, he has never fallen out of favour. His position is supreme.
Frankly speaking, Dai Li is really no match for Chen Cheng. The two are completely different.
Holy cow!
Today is the first day of the year!
Why is the news so bad? I didn't forget to worship the gods last night!
I even dragged Li Jingqian along. The gods were so pleased...
'They have gone.'
'Who?'
'Liang Wenxiu and Chen Shiwu.'
'Good!'
Zhang Yong nodded.
Then he decided to lie down. Do whatever you want.
Since you're targeting me, just go ahead. There are already a lot of people trying to get rid of me, so a few more won't make a difference.
So he lazily led the group and slowly made his way to the airport.
He yawned continuously along the way.
In fact, he didn't sleep well last night. Too many people were setting off firecrackers. It was so noisy.
If it had been a different time, he would definitely have used the name of the Special Police Agency to threaten the whole city. No one should make a noise.
But last night was New Year's Eve!
Anyone who forbids the setting off of firecrackers on New Year's Eve is likely to be cursed for 10,000 years...
Sure enough, martial law had been declared at the airport.
There were heavily armed soldiers everywhere. And heavily armed policemen.
With the support of the little committee chairman behind him, Chen Shiweng, the police chief, was doing a great job! Every policeman had a gun in his hand!
Awesome!
It's great to have powerful people backing you up.
No one bothered to give us any notice. We just stood there watching the excitement. It felt like it had nothing to do with us.
Since Liang Wenxiu and Chen Shiweng were so enthusiastic, why did he bother?
He might as well do something personal.
He could go find the angle from which the photo was taken.
As it turned out...
Map suddenly noticed a weapon symbol.
Huh?
Strange, there's a weapon outside the airport?
What's going on?
Who put a weapon outside the airport?
"Luo Feng!'
'Present!'
'Follow me!'
'Yes.'
Zhang Yong led the team to the vicinity of the weapon marker.
They found that it was a wasteland. It was a bit far from the airport. It might be about 200-300 metres away. There was nothing special around.
It should have been a grassland. In winter, the grass withered. It became a wasteland.
Since there was a weapon, it must be buried underground.
'Dig!'
'Yes!'
The group immediately started digging.
The marker had a general area, not very precise.
Especially in this kind of wilderness. The accuracy is similar to the positioning of Baidu Maps in later generations. There is an error.
Dig!
Dig!
The ground is dug up in a mess.
Suddenly...
'Bang!'
Suddenly, a muffled sound came.
The group hurried over to check. They found a sack underground.
Pulled out the sack. Opened it.
Zhang Yong couldn't help but frown.
Mortar!
It's actually a mortar!
The sack was filled with mortar parts.
It was in a disassembled state.
But it could be quickly assembled. In just a few minutes.
My God!
Someone actually buried a mortar here!
It was 82 mm in calibre.
There were also 15 shells next to it. They were also 82 mm.
Amazing!
Who would use a mortar for what?
Bombing an airport?
Suddenly I understand the purpose of that photo.
Its purpose is not to mark the airport. It is to mark the location of this mortar.
From the angle of the photo, you can determine the hiding place of the mortar. When needed, take the photo and come here to find the mortar. And then put it to use.
This 82-mm mortar has a maximum range of over 1,500 meters. The explosive power is also quite large.
From this position, almost the entire airport is within the mortar's range. Fifteen rounds of firepower is enough to lay down a burst. The area covered is hundreds of metres in all directions.
If you want to eliminate a target with a mortar, the chances of success are still very high.
Zhang Yong immediately thought of Chen Nai-fu.
The target might be Chen Nai-fu. It could also be someone else.
For example, a big shot might come to inspect the airport. I think Madam is coming in a few days?
Damn it!
Then they found the mortar!
Damn it!
The Japanese spy immediately came to mind.
No one but a Japanese spy would be so crazy!
Take a deep breath.
Calm down.
Observe your surroundings in silence.
The mortar is hidden more than 200 metres from the airport.
By the time it's used, even if the airport is on high alert, it's impossible to push the security line this far. This is the Japanese spy's chance.
Just assemble the mortar. Then fire.
Whether it's Madame or Chen Dai, they will both be reduced to ashes.
Or, why not, both together...
When Chen Dai arrives, Madame will probably accompany him to the Kaiqiao Airport. At that time, it will be the best opportunity for the Japanese spies.
How sinister!
How ruthless!
This is going to wipe them all out!
Who on earth is it?
Who planned this ruthlessly?
The photo was on Takasugi Akagi's body, could it be him?
No.
It can't be him.
He can't possibly carry out the mission himself.
So, who could it be?
After thinking about it, he came to no conclusion. Using his brain was really not his strong point.
After thinking about it, Zhang Yong ordered that the area be restored as much as possible. The mortars were to be removed. But the Japanese spies might not know that. They might still show up.
Right now, Zhang Yong had two things to do:
First, he would immediately report to Mao Renfeng by phone.
Second, he would immediately arrest the grocery store owner.