Chapter 706: The Gestapo is here

What is Zhang Yong doing here?

What is Li Shiqun doing here?

Feng Jiliang can guess with his knee that it's definitely not good.

These two are definitely here to laugh at the Special Agents Headquarters. They are all enemies of the Special Agents Headquarters.

In the past, it was Zhang Yong. Now it's Ding Meicun and Li Shiqun.

Especially the latter two. They've betrayed the Special Branch.

The Postal Inspection Department was separated from the Party Affairs Investigation Department. But Feng Jiliang didn't like the name Party Affairs Investigation Department.

They still preferred the domineering name Special Branch.

It was said that when the three departments were established, they also wanted to use the name Special Branch. In the end, it was rejected.

Zhang Yong had heard about this incident. Later, Ding Mucun and Li Shiqun betrayed the country and joined the enemy, forming the 76th Demon Cave. Its official name was also the Special Operations Headquarters. It can be seen that they still can't forget this name. Really. A stupid name is worth fighting over like this. Boring.

'Director Feng, we definitely didn't come here to watch a joke,' Zhang Yong said with a solemn expression.

'Thanks,' Feng Jiliang didn't believe him.

'Who exactly attacked you?' Li Shiqun asked knowingly.

'The Japanese,' Feng Jiliang answered angrily.

'How do you know?' Zhang Yong was a little surprised. It seemed that he had not told Feng Jiliang any information.

'It's the Japanese,' Feng Jiliang did not say the specific reason.

'Are you sure?' Zhang Yong frowned.

'Yes,' Feng Jiliang repeated emphatically, "it's the Japanese.'

'I see," Zhang Yong was relieved.

He had just thought that he would have to go to great lengths to prove that he had nothing to do with it.

Unexpectedly, Feng Jiliang was objective. He was convinced that it was the Japanese.

In fact, it was indeed the Japanese. At the moment, they were hiding in a building 300 metres away.

Although Zhang Yong had already used the 3D map to observe it, he did not know exactly where it was.

It didn't look like a residential building. But it also didn't look like a common building. He didn't know what it was.

3D maps were all very abstract. It was hard to make out.

'How did you guys...' The one speaking was Li Shiqun. Killing someone is like killing their heart. Pointing at the corpse on the ground,

'This Japanese guy is really something. But we also hit him,' Feng Jiliang said slowly. His face was very bad. But he did not deny it.

Indeed, this time one place was hit very badly.

I don't know where the Japanese came from. So perverted.

It is said that the Japanese are extremely strong in combat, and it is really rare to see. There were more than ten of them, but they couldn't beat one.

The Japanese invaders almost always killed with one blow!

The people who were killed were only shot once. Then they were silent.

How terrifying.

Feng Jiliang had definitely never encountered such a formidable enemy before.

Suddenly, he felt that Zhang Yong was quite capable.

This guy had captured so many Japanese spies, and yet he was still alive?

He couldn't help but take a second look at Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong immediately understood. So he turned around. He let Feng Jiliang see the wound on his back.

Feng Jiliang asked in puzzlement, 'What happened to you?'

'That Japanese soldier just hit me,' Zhang Yong explained angrily.

Feng Jiliang suddenly felt better.

So it turns out...

Zhang Yong has also been defeated!

Haha. This Japanese spy nemesis has also been injured.

It seems that there is nothing strange about the heavy casualties of the Party's Department of Investigation this time. Look, even Zhang Yong has been injured!

If Zhang Yong can be injured, then the Japanese spy who can do it must be extraordinary.

Okay, I'm relieved.

'You guys continue to pack up! I still have to continue to chase that bastard!'

Zhang Yong said angrily.

Feng Jiliang, of course, was more than happy to oblige. He hurriedly asked Zhang Yong to continue.

'Go!'

Zhang Yong led the team and gradually approached the Japanese invaders.

Finally, he could see the building clearly. It turned out to be an abandoned theatre. Overgrown with weeds.

The Japanese spies were amazing. They actually hid here.

Anyway, there were strips of cloth of various colours hanging inside the ruins of the theatre, and when the wind blew, it was eerie. It was unsettling. No one would dare to go near.

After confirming that the target was injured, Zhang Yong decided to storm the building.

He prepared grenades and other things to blow the Japanese invaders up. Grenades can be thrown tens of metres.

He led the team to quietly approach.

He ordered Qin Lishan to prepare the grenades.

There was no one else in the abandoned theatre. They could just blow it up.

Didn't someone say there might be something unholy inside? Physical exorcism is the most effective. A dozen grenades would shatter Sadako.

In secret, he gathered a dozen old soldiers with strong arms. Each of them was given a grenade.

These veterans could hurl a wooden-handled hand grenade over 50 metres.

So...

'Throw!'

Zhang Yong gave the decisive order.

A dozen grenades were thrown at once.

They fell like flowers scattered by a celestial maiden, landing in every corner of the abandoned theatre.

Full coverage.

No dead angles.

This was the effect Zhang Yong wanted.

There was no angle for the Japanese invader to escape.

'Boom!'

The grenades exploded.

The Japanese soldier inside suddenly felt bad.

He reacted very quickly. He quickly scurried out. Faster than a scared rabbit.

However, it was too late.

The indiscriminate attack of the grenades was definitely not something that agility could dodge.

Especially when a dozen grenades fell together. Blocking every corner of the theatre. No matter how he dodged and evaded, there was always a grenade exploding next to him.

'Baka...'

the Japanese invader let out an unwilling grunt.

Zhang Yong seemed to hear it. But then again, it seemed like he didn't. Who cares. What's the point of yelling 'baka'? It's no use yelling to the sun goddess Amaterasu.

'Continue!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

The second wave of grenades continued to be thrown.

'Boom...'

There was another explosion.

All around the theatre, there was a blaze. Smoke filled the air.

'Throw!

Zhang Yong continued to wave his hand.

The third wave of grenades fell in unison.

'Boom...'

There was another explosion.

Finally...

The red dot disappeared.

Zhang Yong let out a sigh of relief.

Very good. Finally, he had eliminated the opponent.

Pretty impressive, right?

I wasted dozens of my own grenades!

Damn it!

If you're so capable, fly away!

Isn't that pretty impressive? Fly away. Why aren't you flying?

Then...

Zhang Yong noticed that the space with him had become a little looser.

Before, it was so full that not even a banknote could fit in. Now it seemed to have expanded by ten centimetres?

It seemed so. It had expanded. But not much. It was still only able to store small items. The Thompson submachine gun wouldn't fit in. Only the pistol.

After all, that was a good thing.

Even if it was just an extra fistful of space, it was still a good thing.

He began to examine the scene.

The target was dead. Zhang Yong wasn't afraid.

It's just that the grenades have turned the cinema into a mess. You can't even tell what it looked like before.

After all, there were 50 grenades!

Although the power of a single grenade is not enough, a large number of them is very impressive.

I'm a bit worried, I don't know if the Japanese invaders will be blown to pieces.

I hope I can recognise their faces.

The result...

Finally found the bodies of the Japanese invaders.

Fortunately, they are basically still intact. They are just blackened.

You can't see their faces anymore. They're disfigured. So, it's impossible to tell which family of Japanese soldiers they belonged to.

Maybe they didn't belong to any family. They were just old Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese pursued a strategy of elite troops. Very few veterans were extremely elite. It's not surprising that the battle damage ratio was 100:1.

Therefore, the first two or three years of the full-scale war were the most difficult. The Japanese veterans were really psychopathic. The National Army relied entirely on attrition, gradually wearing down the Japanese elite. When the Pacific War broke out later, the most elite group of Japanese veterans no longer existed. Even so, with the ferocious firepower of the United States, the US military also suffered heavy casualties.

'Team leader, who is this?' Lu Hai asked quietly.

'I don't know,' Zhang Yong shook his head, 'but there should be many more elite Japanese soldiers like this.'

'Many more?'

'Yes. In the future, we will encounter more elite Japanese soldiers. So, everyone must be careful.'

'Understood,'

Lü Hai replied slowly. His face was grave.

Clearly, they all felt the heavy pressure. This Japanese soldier was super-perverted.

From the moment he escaped capture, this Japanese soldier had almost crushed his opponents.

If there were many more such enemies, it would indeed be difficult in the future.

Zhang Yong did not relieve their pressure.

Because from now on, they would have to get used to the heavy pressure.

As the Japanese invaded China in full force, the fighting would become even more brutal. There would be more enemies. And they would become even more crazy.

By then, it would not be the Japanese who would be surrounded and arrested, but them.

And the Japanese in the early days of the war, even the most ordinary soldiers, were all very terrifying.

In a one-on-one fight, it was really hard to say whether Lu Hai and the others could defeat an ordinary Japanese soldier. But there were so many Japanese soldiers!

Therefore, Zhang Yong gradually no longer hoped for 7th July 1937 to arrive.

Even if there was systematic help, so what? The overwhelming superiority of the Japanese invaders could not be easily resolved.

He shook his head. He gathered his scattered thoughts.

However, Feng Jiliang came with his men. But Li Shiqun was nowhere to be seen. Oh, that guy left with his men.

Li Shiqun was still Li Shiqun, and had no interest in capturing Japanese spies at all.

In fact, this guy might still be a hidden pro-Japanese. Otherwise, he wouldn't have surrendered so easily later.

If he was forced to surrender under pressure and had no way out, that might be understandable. But the Wang Jingwei gang were completely different. They surrendered of their own accord. Without any external pressure, they took the initiative to betray their country and defect to the enemy. Absolutely unforgivable.

'Director Feng.'

'Where?'

'Over here.'

Zhang Yong pointed at the corpse of the Japanese invader.

Feng Jiliang came up with a Browning pistol in his hand and stared at the Japanese corpse. His eyes were red.

Suddenly, he raised his gun and pointed it at the Japanese corpse.

'Bang!'

He emptied the gun in one go.

Zhang Yong understood Feng Jiliang's feelings very well. This time, the Party's Investigation Department had suffered a huge loss.

They had inadvertently encountered a Japanese spy and suffered such a great loss.

Zhang Yong suddenly remembered something.

Oh no...

It's too late...

I didn't search him just now.

I thought the Japanese corpse was dark and worthless. But now that I think about it, it should have had a scope.

The Japanese soldier may have hidden the rifle somewhere else. But he would definitely have carried the scope with him.

After Feng Jiliang had finished reloading the rifle, Zhang Yong immediately bent down. He felt around the corpse.

Sure enough, he felt a scope.

Luckily, it was hanging near the thigh. It hadn't been hit by any bullets.

He took it out. He inspected it. He found that it was basically intact.

It was indeed a scope. It should be specially designed for the Type 38 rifle...

Huh?

No. It's not for the Type 38 rifle. It seems to be for the Mosin-Nagant rifle.

Strange. Could it be that the Japanese invaders were using Mosin-Nagant rifles?

No, that's not right! The one we captured last time was clearly a Type 38 rifle. It wasn't a Mosin-Nagant.

I feel like there's something wrong here...

He handed the scope to Qin Lishan. Let him take a look.

As it turned out, Qin Lishan was certain that it was for the Mosin-Nagant rifle. It wasn't for the Type 38 rifle.

'How can this be?'

Zhang Yong frowned. He decided to send someone to find a Mosin-Nagant rifle to verify.

The last Japanese sniper definitely used a Type 88 rifle. The scope must also be for a Type 88 rifle. However, this Japanese sniper used a Mosin-Nagant rifle. The scopes of the two are not interchangeable. Could it be that the Japanese carried two scopes with them?

It's unlikely.

Who would carry two different scopes?

Or, is this Japanese sniper not the same person as the last one? Could there be other Japanese snipers?

Shit...

Thinking like this immediately made things very dangerous.

Zhang Yong suddenly felt a chill in the air. It was as if there were Japanese snipers lurking around every corner.

Although the map monitoring radius is 500 metres. But what if the enemy is shooting from 500 metres away? The Mosin-Nagant rifle is very accurate and can shoot perfectly well within 600 metres. The same goes for the Mauser and Springfield. A skilled person can definitely shoot him dead from 500 metres away.

What should he do?

There is no way out. He can only take his chances.

There is no way to be 100% safe. Unless you hide inside a turtle shell and never come out.

He, Zhang Yong, is not cowardly enough to do that.

The basic principle is to find one and get rid of one.

'Director Feng, have you recently provoked the Japanese?' Zhang Yong asked, intentionally or not.

'No!' Feng Jiliang felt very frustrated.

'Have you arrested anyone?'

'Well...'

'Whoever it is, send them away quickly. Don't keep them here.'

'Well...'

'There may be more Japanese invaders returning. If there are a few more Japanese invaders of this level, you will suffer greatly.'

'Okay...'

Feng Jiliang's tone was a little strange.

His reason told him that he shouldn't listen to Zhang Yong. He was from the Party Investigation Department, so why should he listen to the secret agents from the Restoration Society?

However, Zhang Yong was also right. One Japanese soldier had already made them so injured, if several came at the same time, what would happen? How many of them would be left? They might even be wiped out. Even he, Feng Jiliang, might die a violent death.

'I'm leaving. Be careful.'

Zhang Yong didn't say anything else. There was no way to rescue the underground party member now.

Hopefully, the other party would continue to hold out. Without any sacrifices or defections, there was still a chance.

He led the team away.

Finally, they had killed a Japanese sniper. But there were still many Japanese spies to capture.

When they had been sweeping the streets earlier, they had found quite a few Japanese spies. Now, they would capture them one by one.

There were just too many to catch...

But they would take one down at a time. One less spy.

'Team leader!'

Someone suddenly rushed over.

It was Chen Hai. He had driven here. Seeing Zhang Yong, he felt relieved. He hurriedly got out of the car and reported:

'Team leader, Miss Yang wants you to go back to the base immediately.'

'I know,'

Zhang Yong nodded. He thought it was about his injury.

As there was nothing urgent, he brought the men back to the Jiabiao base. Sure enough, Yang Lichu was already waiting.

'I'm a good girl,' Zhang Yong volunteered, "as you can see, I've come right back. And the doctor? I'm sure she's fine.'

'We'll talk about your wound later. The Gestapo are here." Yang Lichu frowned.

'The Gestapo? So soon?'

'Yes. They crossed from the Soviet Union. They came by plane. We didn't know until we arrived in Tihwa.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong was very surprised.

The Germans had actually flown through the Soviet Union and arrived in Tihwa?

Tihwa was the capital of the future Tianshan Province, in the far northwest. It was still very remote from the interior.

'Are they still in Tihwa?'

'No. They've already arrived in Xian.'

'What's that got to do with me?'

'Just letting you know in advance so you can be prepared. The Germans may want to talk to you in person.'

'About what?'

'Of course, about Operation Thunderstorm.'

'But I don't know anything about it!'

'The Japanese spy you arrested may know.'

'This...'

Zhang Yong looked at Yang Lichu doubtfully.

This Miss Yang is a mouthpiece. Her words are not her words. They belong to someone else.

'It's Madam...'

'Anyway, try to satisfy the Germans. Promote cooperation on the bf109.'

'Understood.'

Zhang Yong understood.

He was more than willing to do this.

If he could help the Germans sell their bf109 fighters, that would be a great achievement.

Gao Yuanhang and Chen Shanben were both very brave pilots. They would fight bravely against the Japanese air force, staining the sky with their blood.

Although the Nationalist Air Force was young, it was still quite brave in battle.

Those pilots were all very young and talented. They sacrificed their precious lives in the sky.

Unfortunately, the fighters they flew were really poor in performance. They were no match for the enemy at all.

However, if there were 10 or 20 Bf 109s, they could make the Japanese air force pay a much heavier price. They would make the invaders bleed.

The early period was a time of suffering.

The main support came from the Soviet Union. The air force mainly had Yak series aircraft. Their performance was average.

They endured until the outbreak of the Pacific War. They waited for the arrival of American aid.

When fighters such as the P-38 and P-40 gradually appeared, they were able to draw the Japanese air force even.

When the P-47s and P-51s appeared, they were able to suppress the Japanese air force and pound them. It was the Kuomintang Air Force's turn to gain control of the skies. It was the Japanese army's turn to get bombed.

'So what do I do?'

'Gather as much information as possible about the thunderstorm.'

'Gestapo...'

Zhang Yong paused.

He wanted to say that the Gestapo didn't seem to be in charge of intelligence.

A bunch of guys who aren't in charge of intelligence seem to be unprofessional? Perfect. I'm not a professional either.

That's good. Everyone is an amateur. It's convenient to fool around.

So I feel relieved.

At the same time, I decided to find a group of dancers in advance on the Shanghai beach and learn a little German first.

When the time is right, I will arrange for the Germans to teach the dancers German. They went to teach the dancers German every other day. They quickly got used to the local customs.

Hehe...

laugh in secret...

Suddenly, Yang Lichu said,

"Don't get too happy, someone is telling tales behind your back.'

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