Chapter 708: The Fisherman

is a fisherman.

He is supposed to be delivering fish. He is just passing through the back corridor.

At first glance, he can't see his face clearly. But he feels a sense of familiarity.

It's strange.

Why does he feel familiar?

Is he disguised?

When the fisherman appeared, the bartender also walked out. He was holding two large glasses in his hands. I don't know if he was going to fill them with something.

The two men met in the back hallway. Then they parted.

Afterwards, the fisherman disappeared. He went to the kitchen in the back. The bartender also returned. The two large glasses in his hands were filled with ice.

Oh, so he went to the back to get ice. Sure enough. No trace was left.

Impressive. They are both masters!

In that split second, the exchange of information may have already been completed.

Zhang Yong subconsciously wanted to mark the bartender or the fisherman. However, the system prompted that no marking was allowed. The yellow dot refused any marking.

This...

It seems that the system also has special protection!

Perhaps the copy of Republic of Glory is too powerful, so the yellow dot is being specially treated?

Never mind, if you can't mark it, you can't mark it.

At this time, Jin Bufan came over. He sat down next to MacFarland.

It was clear that this guy had a very good relationship with those Americans. His main focus should still be on the Americans. Trying to obtain intelligence from the Americans.

'You guys are having a lively conversation. What are you talking about?'

'Actually, it's nothing.'

'We're talking about some light weapons. But I'm not really interested. When I was in Shanghai, I heard about a type of battleship called an aircraft carrier. Do you know anything about it?'

'I know,'

Jin Bufan replied with a smile.

Zhang Yong looked curious. Waiting for his explanation.

This kind of reaction was in line with his persona: not much systematic cultural knowledge, but a jumble of random facts.

For example, he had heard of aircraft carriers, but had not delved deeper.

'They are actually flat-roofed ships. Their main function is to provide take-off and landing facilities for carrier-based aircraft. Their main combat weapon is carrier-based aircraft.'

'Are there many American ones?'

'There should be quite a few.'

'What about the Japanese ones?'

'There should be quite a few of those too.'

'I thought battleships were the most powerful. Why didn't they build any?'

'Battleships still exist. Aircraft carriers are a new thing.'

'Are they good?'

'I don't know. I've never been on one. I don't know how aircraft carriers fight.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

He pondered for a moment, as if considering something. Then he continued the conversation slowly.

He was about to bring up Project Zeus.

But he wasn't sure if Jin Bufan would bite.

'If we build the world's most powerful battleship, can we then dominate the world?'

'That's a bit of a generalisation. What do you mean by the world's most powerful battleship? There are many parameters for a battleship. For example, displacement, main gun calibre, armour protection, speed, and so on.'

'What if it's the biggest of all?'

'Impossible. No battleship can be perfect in every way. Unless it's super-massive.'

'70,000 tonnes, is that possible?'

'Impossible,'

Jin Bufan shook his head.

Zhang Yong noticed that McFarland's eyes were also flashing.

He was secretly curious. Does this guy also know about battleships? Isn't he selling light weapons? Could it be that he wants to sell battleships as well?

You're joking.

Even if he wanted to sell them, no one could afford them.

Whether it's building a battleship or using it on a daily basis, battleships are huge money-guzzlers. They consume huge amounts of money every minute.

'Why?'

'There are no battleships with a displacement of more than 50,000 tons.'

'Really?'

'Team Leader Zhang, why do you have such strange ideas?'

'I was catching Japanese spies. One of them revealed that the Japanese were implementing a project called Zeus, preparing to build the world's most powerful battleship with a displacement of more than 70,000 tons...'

'Impossible. That Japanese spy must be talking nonsense.'

'I agree.'

'If there really was such a plan, it would be highly confidential. How could an ordinary Japanese spy know about it?'

'I thought so too. But the Japanese spy said that after the 226 Incident in their country, some people were seriously injured. Some big shots. This caused them to become very disappointed with the country. So they leaked the plan. They wanted to make some money and then go far away.'

'Really?'

'It's probably nonsense too,'

Zhang Yong answered resentfully. Then he ended the topic.

Just touching on it.

For the rest of the time, let this Project Zeus slowly ferment.

In order to increase credibility, he specifically mentioned the impact of the 226 incident in his earlier statement.

He also specifically pointed out that it was a big shot who leaked it.

Perhaps, this statement will be able to convince Jin Bufan. And then report it.

During the 226 Incident, the Japanese Navy's top echelons had indeed suffered huge losses. It was not surprising that someone would want to sell information.

'Let's go!'

'You go first.'

'Okay.'

Zhang Ping said goodbye and left.

The negotiations with McFarland were private.

The two sides did not reach a basic agreement. This meant that it was impossible to purchase the Garands.

At least, it was impossible from the official side of the Air Supply Department. Unless McFarland made significant concessions.

However, this was basically impossible.

One thousand Garand semi-automatic rifles was indeed a very small quantity. It was not cost-effective to ship them from the other side of the ocean. From a purely commercial perspective, at least 5,000 or more would be required.

One million rounds of ammunition was also too small a quantity. At least ten million rounds would be required. Even with this quantity, it would not be enough for a ship.

The Springfield Armory hoped that it would be possible to fill a ship.

'Your suggestion is very good. I will convey it,' Michael Flann said to Zhang Yong.

'Thank you,' Zhang Yong nodded. He didn't take it seriously.

The American was just saying it casually.

It was strange that this kind of thing could be conveyed.

He didn't even know when he would return to China. By the time he returned, it would all be over.

Besides, this was advice from an Oriental, a yellow man, an Asian, so how could the bigwigs at the Springfield Armory take it seriously.

So it was pointless to say it. No one would care. If Zhang Yong was bothered by this matter, then there would be a problem. This was not his area of expertise.

His specialty is still catching Japanese spies.

It so happens that it is nighttime. The Japanese spies are holed up in their homes, making them very easy to catch.

It so happens that he is leading three small teams. There is enough strength.

If not now, when?

He immediately set off with his team.

The first target he locked on was a red dot 300 metres away.

Once he was within observation distance, Zhang Yong raised his binoculars and discovered that the other party was hiding inside a small Western-style building. He did not know the specific identity. He could not see anyone either.

The map shows a weapon symbol. This is a bit of a problem. If the spy has a gun, there could be an exchange of fire.

He pondered how to lure the target out and then knock him out...

Suddenly, a white dot appeared at the edge of the map. It had a weapon symbol and a gold symbol as well.

Huh?

Zhang Yong's eyes lit up.

This is a fat lamb that has come to the door! It's much easier to deal with than the Japanese spy.

With weapons and gold, it's likely to be someone close to Sun Dingyuan?

Arrange to capture him immediately.

No need to capture him alive. Just shoot him.

Of course, before shooting, you need to take a look. Just in case you kill the wrong person.

Move.

Circumvent to the front of the target.

Choose a place to ambush. Then raise the binoculars and wait for the target to appear.

Two minutes later, the target appears.

It's a sneaky guy wearing a thick cotton coat and a dogskin hat.

Zhang Yong waves his hand.

The men quietly approach from all sides.

The target immediately senses something is wrong. He draws his gun subconsciously.

The result...

'Pop!'

'Pop!'

The rifle fires.

The target falls on his back. Without a sound.

The Springfield M1903 is extremely lethal. A single shot is fatal. There is no chance to struggle.

The white dot disappears.

Zhang Yong comes forward. He feels the body.

He finds two small gold bars and some silver notes.

The weapon is a revolver. It looks half new. Doesn't feel like Sun Dingyuan's man?

If it's a bandit close to Sun Dingyuan, the weapon is definitely the best, not to mention anything else. The revolvers they use are all of excellent quality. But the one in front of him is of average quality, like a domestically produced imitation. A closer look at the rifling shows that it is also relatively rough.

The biggest technical difficulty with domestically produced imitation weapons is the rifling. Because the quality of the steel is not good, the rifling drawn is rough and prone to wear. This greatly reduces accuracy and durability. Both the old套筒 and the Hanyangzao have this problem. The rifling can easily wear flat.

However, the rifling on the imported Mosin-Nagant rifles is still relatively clear even after being used for more than ten years. If you want to talk about which rifle is the most durable, it has to be the Mosin-Nagant. It is also highly accurate. Later, the submachine gun used the barrel of the Mosin-Nagant, which was cut in half to make two barrels. Therefore, the barrel of the submachine gun is also very durable. It is also extremely accurate. It can hit the target wherever you point it.

Recover your thoughts.

Tell someone to dispose of the body.

If they're not Sun Dingyuan's men, then who are they?

Suddenly, another white dot appears at the edge of the map. It also bears the gold emblem and weapon emblem.

Oh? Is this a kind of monster refresh? Endless?

Immediately set up an ambush.

Subsequently, two more targets of the same kind appeared.

Both bear the weapon emblem.

Both bear the gold emblem.

Moreover, the three targets are clearly in a group.

Be on your guard.

These three people may be the tough criminals around Sun Dingyuan. They are not easy to deal with.

It's too dangerous to hit someone with a club. Zhang Yong dares not act recklessly. If he misses and gets shot instead, that would be tragic.

Most tough criminals use shotguns. One shot is fatal.

Find a place and set up an ambush.

When the target is within sight, Zhang Yong raises his binoculars.

Sure enough, he sees the first target. The appearance is quite ordinary. But at a glance, he can tell that this person is definitely a hardened criminal.

From the way he walks and the way he looks around, you can tell that he is an old hand.

He often walks and suddenly stops, then listens carefully. I guess even the slightest sound around him will cause him to react.

At this moment, it is cold and windy at night. Basically, all the residents are holed up in their homes. If someone is walking nearby, it will indeed be very obvious.

Fortunately, Zhang Yong is a long way from his target. It's more than 150 metres in a straight line.

At this distance, only a rifle will do.

Close combat is dangerous.

Better to go long-range.

He doesn't want him alive anyway. He doesn't care how he kills him.

Set up the ambush.

'Bang!'

A shot rings out.

The target jerks. Then he collapses.

The white dot disappears.

One shot, one kill.

The other two targets hurry to take cover.

They don't run. They can't tell if there are any more ambushers around. They need to keep a close eye on the situation.

'Go!'

Zhang Yong leads the riflemen quickly around to the target.

He needs to find a firing angle. Even a crack will do.

Sure enough, he sees the second target.

'Bang!'

Another shot.

The target falls. The white dot disappears.

Good. Not bad shooting.

There is a third target. He is still in the same place.

I guess he can't judge what is going on around him, so he is taking a wait-and-see approach.

'Pop!'

The third shot rings out.

The target's body tilts. He falls to the ground.

It's done.

Zhang Yong breathes a sigh of relief.

All three bandits have been shot with the rifle.

As it turns out, the rifle is really a lethal weapon when you can observe the target.

If you have good marksmanship, you can definitely kill one with one shot.

He quickly approached the body. He started to feel around it.

Sure enough, he felt a large gold bar. There were also thousands of silver banknotes.

This was the real deal. They were the bandits next to Sun Dingyuan.

The high-quality revolvers they used were all in excellent condition. They were all mirror-finished.

Unfortunately, there was no sign of Sun Dingyuan.

If someone is killed, there is no way to interrogate for information. Do you want to capture them alive?

But in the end, Zhang Yong dismissed his own idea. It is not impossible to capture someone alive. But it is more dangerous.

If the target resists, there will definitely be casualties.

His psychological tolerance is relatively poor at the moment. He knows that the enemy is armed, but he still demands a live capture, which he really cannot do.

Continue to search for the target.

Go back to the first red dot just now.

Unexpectedly, this red dot has actually come out of the house.

Perhaps influenced by the gunfire in the vicinity, the Japanese spy made a wrong judgment. He came out alone. He was unarmed. His weapon was still at home.

The opportunity came.

Zhang Yong immediately arranged for the capture.

He waited until the target was a little further away from home before surrounding him.

As long as the target was unarmed, everything else could be ignored.

Without saying a word, they rushed over.

'What are you doing?'

'What are you doing?'

The Japanese spy was anxious and angry. He yelled in panic.

He put up a fierce fight, but it was useless. He was unarmed. Naturally, he was no match for a group of people. He was quickly bound up. Then a rag was stuffed in his mouth.

Zhang Yong didn't care about him. They entered the house and searched it. They found a Browning pistol. And two melon grenades. Then, in a secret compartment, they found a radio.

Huh?

A radio? Haven't seen one of those in a while.

I've been too busy digging for money lately to bother looking for a radio.

Well, a Japanese spy with a radio...

That's quite valuable.

Keep looking. But no code book was found.

It seems that this Japanese spy was simply guarding the radio. Someone else may have been transmitting. The code book was with someone else.

Many people may feel strange. Why does a radio necessarily come with a code book? Why can't the operator remember all the codes? In fact, it's slightly different from spy dramas. There are many types of code books. There are different levels. The human brain cannot remember them all.

Natasha said earlier that she alone had more than 30 sets of codes. The human mind can only remember the highest-level emergency contact codes. For everything else, you need to consult the code book to translate it.

So, there must be other Japanese spies in possession of the code book...

Just as they were about to interrogate him, they suddenly noticed that another red dot had appeared.

The red dot was coming from the southwest. It was moving quickly, stopping and going. It was clearly surveying the area. I wonder if he heard the gunshot.

If he heard the gunshot and still came running, he was asking for trouble.

Without a doubt, arrange for an arrest.

Just as he was about to make a move, suddenly, another yellow dot entered the edge of the map.

A yellow dot?

Zhang Yong couldn't help but feel a little curious.

Who is this?

Because yellow dots cannot be marked, Zhang Yong really didn't know who the other party was.

However, as time passed, Zhang Yong gradually discovered that the other person seemed to be heading this way. He didn't know if it was intentional or not. He guessed it was the latter. It should be a coincidence. The underground party could not possibly know that he was on a mission here.

No one would know.

It was entirely his own idea. No one had been informed.

Observe in silence.

It was discovered that the yellow dot and the red dot were actually heading in opposite directions. It is very likely that the two will meet.

This...

What a coincidence!

An underground party and a Japanese spy, meeting unintentionally?

Keep watching.

Raise the binoculars. The yellow dot appears in the field of view.

It's the fisherman.

Yes, it's him.

I didn't think he'd show up here.

What a coincidence.

Absolutely.

But it's just in time.

The fisherman and the Japanese spy just happen to meet on the street.

'Arrest him!'

Zhang Yong waves his hand.

Everyone pounces at once.

'Don't move!'

'Don't move!'

shouted.

The fisherman's eyes flickered, then he stood still.

But the red dot was quick to react, and it moved to grab the fisherman.

Huh?

Taking a hostage?

Zhang Yong snickered. That's good.

Without thinking, he raised his gun and fired.

At this moment, the Japanese spy was facing away from Zhang Yong. In front of him was the fisherman.

If Zhang Yong fires, he will definitely hit the Japanese spy first. Unless the bullet passes through the Japanese spy, otherwise it will not hit the fisherman. He chose this angle just for the sake of firing.

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

He fired continuously.

Sure enough, the bullet hit the Japanese spy. The fisherman was unharmed.

After being shot, the Japanese spy, who had not captured the fisherman, fell limp. But he struggled desperately.

It turned out that Zhang Yong had aimed at the Japanese spy's back. But he missed. He shot the spy in the leg instead. It was a lucky shot.

'Don't move!'

'Don't move!'

The crowd rushed forward. They restrained the Japanese spy and the fisherman together.

The fisherman did not resist. He let himself be bound.

Zhang Yong came up and waved his hand, 'He's got nothing to do with it. Let him go.'

The crowd then let the fisherman go.

The fisherman looked at Zhang Yong suspiciously.

'We're from the Special Branch of the Restoration Society. We're arresting Japanese spies,' Zhang Yong said casually. "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?'

'I'm here to deliver fish to someone," the fisherman answered a little nervously.

'Where?'

'Up ahead. Stone Lane...'

'How much fish do you have left? Let me see.'

Zhang Yong leaned over.

The fisherman hurriedly opened the basket.

Zhang Yong peeked inside. Huh. It's not bad, there are quite a few big fish in there.

Awesome. It seems he really knows what he's doing. He can really catch fish. Judging by his appearance, he really does look like a fisherman, probably living on the Qiantang River all year round.

'What kind of fish is this?'

'Yangtuan.'

'What?'

'Longsnout catfish. Also known as long-tailed catfish.'

'Really?'

Zhang Yong said he had a vague impression. But not much.

In his previous life, he was an ordinary person. His family was from Lingnan. He really didn't know much about the cuisine of Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

'I'll take it.'

'Sir...'

'Here's your money!'

Zhang Yong grabbed a handful of banknotes and gave them to the other person.

There were five or six of them. Each was worth 100 silver dollars. Haha. This is considered aiding the communists, isn't it?

Ke Gong, you have to put this on the books. Haha...

A glare:

'Get out!'

'Get out of the way!'