Chapter 676: Tai Gong Pork

Zhang Yong was unmoved.

The more Jiang Guohu roared, the more comfortable he felt.

To base one's happiness on the suffering of one's enemy. It really is very happy.

'You can't die yet.'

'Why?'

'You haven't told me everything about your money.'

'Puff!'

Jiang Guohu spat blood on the spot.

His own deer job was over. It was useless.

And he met a strange person like Zhang Yong again. He didn't care about his life, but he wanted money. The purpose of keeping him was to take all the money he earned.

So pitiful...

Jiang Guohu felt that he was so unlucky.

He was a professional spy! He had been in hiding for so long and had made such great achievements.

But he was caught by Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong knew nothing. He didn't understand the professional skills of a spy at all.

He has no idea how the other party managed to catch him. Jiang Guohu has reviewed the situation dozens of times, but has never been able to find the real reason.

However, this is the harsh reality. He has indeed been caught.

A very professional spy has been caught by a very unprofessional, part-time rookie.

Pathetic.

Sad.

What if you refuse to accept it?

You have become fish on someone else's chopping board, and you can only be slaughtered at will.

'Do you want to live?'

'No.'

'Help me catch Sun Dingyuan. Hand over all your money and I'll let you go.'

'Do you think I'll believe you?'

'Yes.'

Zhang Yong nodded.

Whether you believe me or not doesn't matter. You have no choice.

As long as you don't want to die. You will definitely agree.

In fact, you don't want to die.

Otherwise, you would have killed yourself long ago.

During Jiang Guohu's imprisonment, there were no restrictions on him committing suicide.

'You're wrong.'

'You don't want to die.'

'You're wrong.'

'If you wanted to die, you would have died long ago.'

'You...'

Jiang Guohu was at a loss for words. There was silence.

He realised that his trump card had been seen through. Just like Hong Chengchou.

Indeed. He didn't want to die.

Otherwise, he would have committed suicide long ago. He didn't have to wait until now.

What a tragedy. The other party had grasped his Achilles heel. He couldn't even deny it. Although he was extremely reluctant to admit it.

'It's only natural to be afraid of death.'

'Arresting Sun Dingyuan will do you no harm. He has already absconded. He is already useless. Am I right?'

'Sort of...'

Jiang Guohu didn't want to admit it, but...

it was true. From the moment Sun Dingyuan absconded, Lu's mission had failed. It didn't matter whether Sun Dingyuan lived or died.

If he wanted to take revenge, the best result would be to catch Sun Dingyuan.

If it doesn't work, then die. Since Sun Dingyuan is no longer of any use, then let him die!

'There's one more question,' Zhang Yong suddenly changed the subject, 'Why did Ding Furong arrange for someone to get the artillery deployment map? Is he on the same side as you?'

'What?' Jiang Guohu was taken aback, 'What artillery deployment map? Ding Furong?'

'Yes!' Zhang Yong told him the details, and finally said, 'What he did was very unprofessional.'

'Baka...' Jiang Guohu's face was very ugly. It turned green and white.

He suddenly understood. Why would Lu Zuoxian fail. Why would Sun Dingyuan suddenly abscond. It turned out that someone had made an unforgivable elementary mistake.

Originally, he had arranged it very well. Even if he, Naoto Shioka, was arrested, Lu Zuoxian could continue to advance. However, someone unexpectedly jumped out and made trouble.

The result was self-disarray...

'Shōtani Shūichirō and I are not on the same page.' Jiang Guohu betrayed Ding Furong.

After all, Ding Furong had already been exposed.

Since Zhang Yong knew the defence plan and was Ding Furong's subordinate, where else could Ding Furong run to?

'You have a common superior?'

'Yes. The Consulate General in Shanghai.'

'So, it was your superior who noticed that you were out of contact and arranged for Shōtani Shūichirō to follow up?'

'I don't know.'

Jiang Guohu answered angrily. In fact, that was the answer.

He had been arrested for too long. He had been out of contact for a long time. His superiors naturally suspected something. They judged that something had happened to him. So they made a change of deployment.

Unexpectedly, this change led to the leak of the defence map. Ding Furong and Sun Dingyuan were both exposed. Sun Dingyuan was so scared that he fled directly.

This was probably the cause and effect.

The root cause was Jiang Guohu's arrest. As a result, there was a change in the work of the deer.

'Huh? Ding Furong!'

Zhang Yong suddenly thought of something.

Since Sun Dingyuan had absconded,

'Qin Lishan!'

'Here!'

'Gather the team and get ready to work!'

'Yes!'

Qin Lishan hurriedly gathered the team.

There were exactly three teams. They were all conserving their energy. Ready to go at any time.

Shi Hu and the others happened to stay at the base to rest.

There are six teams, which can be rotated. For Zhang Yong, this is enough.

There are 100 people in the secret investigation team. 50 people in the third intelligence department. All together, there are no more than 200 people. Anyone would feel at ease. The chairman would also be satisfied.

Er...

It seems that we are closer to Gongdelin...

'Go!'

He hurriedly set off with the team. He rushed to Dingpu.

According to intelligence, Ding Furong's home is a large mansion. Outsiders call it Ding Mansion. It's not fashionable to call it Ding Residence.

Nowadays, families with a bit of status and status all have a residence. It looks fashionable. It's in line with the world. A major feature.

Will Ding Furong run away? I don't know. It's very likely.

Sun Dingyuan's escape has implicated Ding Furong. Ding Furong has no choice but to run.

This just confirms what they say: 'It's not the gods you have to fear, it's the pigs.' Jiang Guohu is blind.

He actually chose Sun Dingyuan as the target for his plot. But Sun Dingyuan is such a disgrace.

I wonder how the 66th Division of the Sichuan Army is doing.

It's near Dingbao...

Sure enough, it's a mess here.

It's obvious that something's happened. Ding Furong has indeed run away.

It's noisy...

chaotic...

There were people running around in a panic, carrying big and small objects. They had obviously come in to loot.

Zhang Yong took out his pistol.

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

He fired three shots in quick succession.

The chaotic crowd immediately calmed down. Gradually, the scene became silent.

Qin Lishan took the opportunity to lead his men to control all the entrances and the high places. The dark muzzles of the guns were pointed at everyone. Everyone was scared and silent. They trembled with fear.

'Put down your things!'

'Get lost!'

'Otherwise, you'll be executed where you stand! Do you hear me?'

Zhang Yong yelled in a deep voice.

Everyone hurriedly put down the things in their hands and then scattered like birds and beasts.

In a while, everyone inside Dingpu had run away. The large courtyard became empty. No one was there. The ground was in a mess.

They had all run away.

They didn't just run away now.

They probably fled last night. Probably with Sun Dingyuan.

Zhang Yong put away the shotgun.

He tilted his head.

He couldn't figure it out.

Why were they so impatient?

If they fled, not only would they lose a division, they would also lose a wealthy merchant.

The Japanese spy ring would know and probably vomit blood.

The loss would be extraordinary. How much effort had been put in before!

But!

Serves them right!

They have reaped what they have sown!

Zhang Yong didn't even have to lift a finger, the traitor blew himself up.

Haha!

After a quick tour of Dingfu's residence, nothing was left. Everything of value had been emptied. Not even a single copper coin was left.

So, the question is...

Where is the money? Where is my money? Where did it all go?

Ding Furong was a well-known wealthy merchant. His assets were not just millions. He must have had hundreds of thousands.

After all, he was supported by the Japanese. With the help of the Japanese, the profits of the Changrong Trading Company were quite good. When he ran away, he couldn't have not taken his money with him.

So, the question again is...

Where is the money?

It couldn't all be silver notes. There must be some real money. Or gold or something.

So...

My money, my money, my money...

'Pop!'

He suddenly hit his hand.

Let's be sensible.

How can I only think about money? Ding Furong still has a lot of property!

Many of these properties are like hens that lay golden eggs. As long as he controls these properties, the profits will keep coming.

However...

He can only think about it.

This is Hangzhou. It is Xuan Tiewu's territory.

He confiscated the property of the Japanese spies here, but in the end, he couldn't keep it. So, it is better to have real money.

Farming is a slow way to make money. It is not suitable for him, Zhang Yong.

He can only make quick money.

By robbing...

No. By confiscating. Confiscating. Confiscating...

Confiscating the assets of the Japanese spies. Take the cash. Leave the property. This is called sharing the spoils, so that everyone gets a share.

Once the Japanese occupy Hangzhou, all the property will fall into the hands of the Japanese again.

Find a place to sit down.

You need to think about it.

Ding Furong...

Sun Dingyuan...

Right now they're like two gold ingots walking around the streets!

Sun Dingyuan has absconded, and it is impossible to say that he is not taking his ill-gotten gains with him. He was previously a division commander. A second-rate division commander.

Although there is no particular derogatory meaning attached to second-rate. However, Zhang Yong is certain that Sun Dingyuan, a second-rate division commander, usually spends most of his time making money. Otherwise, the Japanese would not have easily won him over. Why haven't the Japanese tried to win Chen Cheng over?

Because the 'young commander-in-chief' is indeed not very greedy. Although his military abilities are limited, his personal integrity is good.

How much money would Sun Dingyuan have? Just thinking about it makes my heart race...

Unfortunately, there is no clue.

I can only ask Jiang Guohu about it.

Suddenly, the map prompts that there is a large number of weapon symbols approaching. There are two or three hundred people.

Frown.

This is the strength of a battalion!

In Hangzhou, only Xuan Tiewu has this kind of strength. Not even the police department has it.

Haha. They're all cats that smell blood. I've only just set off, and here they are.

Never mind. Let's see who's here.

Maybe it's Liang Wenxiu? Haha. If it is him...

That would be interesting.

It turned out to be Liang Wenxiu indeed...

It really was Liang Wenxiu who had come with two hundred heavily armed soldiers...

Zhang Yong frowned.

Judging from Liang Wenxiu's appearance, it seemed like he was gloating a little?

It doesn't seem like he's here to loot. It's more like he's here to watch Zhang Yong's show?

Damn it. What are you looking at?

Keep looking and I'll pluck out your eyes! Keep looking!

But Zhang Yong went up to him.

'Lieutenant Liang.'

'Team Leader Zhang.'

'Lieutenant Liang, you're late. Ding Furong escaped last night.'

'Really?'

'Of course. We've searched the whole of Dingpu over and over again. We've confiscated all the valuables. There weren't many. We've only loaded them onto a dozen trucks.'

'I see.'

Zhang Yong's mouth turned grey. Inside, he cursed the whole Xuan Tiewu family.

Shit. No wonder there wasn't even a single painting left in the whole of Dingpu. Even the wall lamps had been taken. It was clear that the garrison headquarters had looted the place.

Who would have thought that they were such professionals. It turns out that they were all experts. They copied it so cleanly.

'Where is Ding Furong?'

'We couldn't find him.'

'What about his valuables?'

'We couldn't find them either.'

'You don't have any clues at all?'

'Not at the moment.'

'Lieutenant Liang, I'm not asking you to share the money. Can't you give us some information?'

'We really don't know. Ding Furong has three dens like a cunning rabbit. He must have been completely prepared.'

'Really?'

Zhang Yong frowned.

He was not willing to accept this.

Ding Furong had so much money, and he had not even got a single penny.

How could this be?

How could Zhang Yong miss out on digging up the earth?

However, Liang Wenxiu did not seem to be acting in a perfunctory manner. If there really was a clue, he would have jumped on it.

There was no time to waste talking nonsense with Zhang Yong. It was a complete waste of time.

Zhang Yong did not want to waste time.

He said goodbye.

He returned to the base.

Interrogate Jiang Guohu immediately.

'Shōtani? I don't know where he's hiding.'

'Of course he won't tell me his escape route. And I won't tell him mine.'

'In fact, we've never cooperated. Although, he knows I'm Japanese. And I know he's Japanese. But we've never interacted.'

Jiang Guohu shakes his head.

He really has no idea about Ding Furong's (Shōtani) situation.

The two have never crossed paths before.

The only thing that was certain was that Ding Furen must have a lot of money. Because he didn't have any special tasks. He didn't have to pay tribute regularly. He must have accumulated a huge amount of wealth. Since he had absconded, he must have taken this wealth with him.

'Okay...'

Zhang Yong had to give up Jiang Guohu.

He pondered silently, what other methods were there to dig up Ding Furen...

'Team leader.'

Suddenly someone came in to report.

They said Natasha was here.

Well, this is a female workaholic.

All she does is work. Every time he sees her, Zhang Yong feels a little guilty.

There's no other way to put it: her level of ideological awareness is far too low.

Everyone else works all day long. He just wants to goof off all day long.

Everyone else volunteers to make selfless contributions all day long and never complains about overtime. He thinks about making money every day. He feels ashamed. His level of ideological awareness is just too low...

But he can't run away.

With Natasha, you can't stall for time. Otherwise, it'll be trouble.

This beautiful woman thinks differently from most of us Chinese. It is commonly known that she has a problem with her brain. She is single-minded. If she has something to ask you, you must help her solve it. Otherwise, she will keep pursuing you. It is like a designated computer program. It must be executed completely. Otherwise, it will not terminate automatically.

Of course, you can let her force a shutdown (get rid of her)...

'Team leader.'

'Speak.'

Zhang Yong braced himself. He was fully prepared.

No matter what Natasha said, he had to keep up. Then he would figure out how to deal with it.

'That longwave radio station has appeared again.'

'Are you sure it's inside or outside the city? How far away is it exactly?'

'I can't be sure. Because it's longwave. I can't tell where it is. It could be anywhere in the Far East.'

'That...'

Zhang Yong was at a loss for words.

He was defeated. He didn't know what to say.

Anywhere in the Far East. Does that include Siberia? Does that include the whole of Eastern China?

How big is the Far East in the British concept?

'Wait a minute,' Zhang Yong suddenly had a brainstorm. He felt that he could not just sit around and wait for death, and could not be bothered by Natasha all day long. He had to take the initiative. Change from being passive to being active. Give Natasha something to do. Tell her not to bother him all day long.

'I once heard someone say that long waves are used to contact submarines, right?' Zhang Yong said slowly, 'Nowadays, when submarines need to receive information, they must surface. This is very fatal. Once there is an enemy destroyer nearby, or an aircraft, the submarine will be in danger. Is that right?'

'Yes,' Natasha said, a little surprised. 'Where did you hear that?'

'The British. The Americans.'

'Why did they tell you that?'

'Natasha, you forget what I do. I work in intelligence.'

'Oh...'

Natasha believed him.

Indeed, Zhang Yong worked in intelligence. He was a spy.

Technically, he wasn't a spy in hiding. He specialised in counter-intelligence. He was the enemy of spies.

'Is there any possibility...'

'What?'

'That the signal is coming from mainland Japan?'

'Mainland?'

Natasha frowned.

Foreigners can frown too. It's quite a good look.

Zhang Yong knew he could relax for a few days. Natasha would probably rack her brains.

Or verify.

What if it really was coming from mainland Japan?

After all, the Russians had never forgotten their defeat in the Russo-Japanese War. They were therefore very concerned about what was going on in Japan.

Technically speaking, at this moment in time, among the world powers, the one that is most concerned about the Japanese invaders is actually the Red Polar Bear. And then there is the Beautiful Country.

One is concerned from the land.

The other is concerned from the sea.

'I'll go check.' Sure enough, Natasha fell for it.

'Good!' Zhang Yong let out a sigh of relief.

Finally, he got rid of her.

Just as I said, how could a long-wave radio station be built in a foreign country?

There simply weren't enough raw materials. Only the Japanese mainland had the conditions. But did the Japanese really want to build a long-wave radio station?

It seemed that the Japanese submarine fleet didn't have a good track record. The Japanese themselves didn't take it seriously.

The top brass of the Japanese navy were all big gun and big ship fanatics. They had aircraft carriers, but didn't take them seriously.

Even after they suffered a big defeat at Midway, they didn't change their minds.

Perhaps the battleship Yamato was so expensive that the Japanese were forced to believe that it still had a major role to play?

Otherwise, it would have been a waste of money to build it only to find out that it was useless. I can't accept that emotionally. Without this spiritual pillar, the entire Japanese Navy would have collapsed.

Against this background, how could the Japanese Navy attach any importance to submarines?

It seems that most of the submarines were later used as transport ships. They travelled thousands of miles to Germany and brought back materials from there.

It was a waste of resources.

It was putting the cart before the horse.

It completely disabled the combat effectiveness of the submarines. It was like building a submarine force for nothing.

I don't know why Germany and Japan were so extreme. They went in opposite directions. One country attached great importance to submarines. The other completely ignored them.

But it seems that the Japanese submarines were quite good? There was also the oxygen torpedo...

Wait, the oxygen torpedo...

Can something be done about it?

Just rambling.

I don't know what plan I need to come up with to lure the other intelligence agencies into the trap.

The 226 plan was thrown out there. It also became a reality. But it didn't materialise! He, Zhang Yong, didn't get a single penny.

I can't do something so stupid next time. I can't keep working for nothing.

So, what exactly do I...

'Team leader!'

'Team leader!'

Shi Hu rushed over in a flurry.

Zhang Yong brought his thoughts back. He forced himself to perk up.

'What is it?'

'Someone is coming.'

'Who? What for?'

'Someone is sneaking up on the place where we hid the mortar before.'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong's eyes lit up.

Waiting for the right moment to strike has finally paid off.

Good, let's go see who it is.

Is there any profit...

No.

Is there any danger...