Chapter 709: Natasha, you traitor!

So, the question is,

how can the radio be handed over to the Red Party?

The Red Party is in dire need of radios. That's for sure. They are trying every means to get their hands on radios. And they often pay a heavy price for it.

And Zhang Yong happens to have a radio in his hands.

The radios they seized before were almost useless.

The question is, how to give it to him?

Call the fisherman over, stuff the radio into his arms, and say, 'Here, this is my support for the Red Party...'

I'd probably be considered crazy. And I'd be getting the other person into trouble.

I need to think of a way...

A sale? A black market transaction?

Put the radio on the black market and buy it back with money...

and give the Red Party a banknote. The Red Party buys it back with the banknote...

'Sir...'

The fisherman hesitates as he looks at the banknote in his hands.

It feels so good. Hundreds of silver dollars! Who is this guy in front of me? A few fish are worth at most two silver dollars...

Weird.

'What? Not enough? Get out of here!' Zhang Yong pushes the other person away.

Don't dawdle. Hurry up and take it.

I'll get rich catching spies.

'Thank you, sir...'

'Thank you, sir...'

The fisherman, perplexed, took the banknote and left quickly.

After turning a corner, he slowed down and listened carefully. He didn't hear anything.

Apparently, this wasn't a long-term plan to catch a big fish.

This is really strange. What does that guy do for a living?

I've only heard of people buying and selling, and even robbing. I've never heard of someone forcing banknotes into someone's arms.

He held up the banknote in his hand and looked at it in the weak light, convinced that it was genuine. It was indeed a genuine banknote. But he would need to go to Shanghai to cash it. Because it was from the Citibank. And there was no Citibank in Hangzhou.

'Who on earth is he?'

The fisherman walked away quietly, full of questions.

Over here, Zhang Yong pushed the newly captured Japanese spy together with the previous one. So that the two could meet.

The two Japanese spies looked at each other in despair. They were silent.

Then Zhang Yong ordered that they be separated. This was the most basic interrogation strategy.

First, the wounded Japanese spy was interrogated.

'Name.'

'When did you start your infiltration?'

'What was your mission?'

'What is your relationship with him? What did you come to see him for?'

'What is his name?'

'Where is the code book? Who has it?'

A barrage of questions.

There were no answers.

The wounded Japanese spy was silent.

He had been shot in the leg. But the bleeding would not stop. He felt that he was going to die.

Since he was going to die anyway, he would definitely not confess.

Zhang Yong then ordered that torture be used.

Since he was going to die anyway, he would use the most severe torture.

He would let him enjoy life before he died. It would be a life well lived.

So...

the Japanese spy confessed.

'I, I, the code book is at my house...'

'Where is your house?'

'29 Tianguang Market...'

'Where is Tianguang Market?'

'I, I, I'll take you there...'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong immediately led two small teams to Tianguang Market.

He left one team nearby to see if there were any suspicious people approaching.

What if there was any unexpected gain? Haha.

Approaching Tianguang Market.

It was already early morning.

The temperature was very low. It felt like it was zero degrees. The Tian Guang Hui was very quiet.

However, there seemed to be some lights here. Although it was early in the morning, the visibility seemed to be quite good. It looked like preparations were being made for the market to open.

As the name Tian Guang Hui suggests, the market ends after dawn. Therefore, trading often starts at three or four in the morning.

Looking at his watch, it was still not even one in the morning. But there were already lights?

Zhang Yong suddenly felt that something was not right.

A red dot had entered the edge of the map. It was marked with weapons.

Huh?

A Japanese spy? And with a weapon?

He couldn't help but raise his guard. He hid behind a wall.

Quietly, he studied the map.

Then, he made an unexpected discovery: the Japanese spy was located in a position that allowed him to observe the Tian Guang market from a distance. There was almost nothing in the way.

Damn it...

It was very likely that it was another Japanese sniper.

If he appeared in the Tian Guang market, he would most likely fall into the Japanese sniper's shooting trap.

The lights in the Tian Guang market would illuminate him just right.

The Japanese are in the dark, he is in the light. It would be easy to be sniped.

Frown.

Did the Japanese spy lure him to the Tian Guang market to assassinate him?

This is indeed a pretty vicious trick. Using a code book as bait. Zhang Yong will definitely fall for it. He will definitely come in person.

And then...

There will be no then.

As soon as the Japanese sniper pulls the trigger, Zhang Yong will probably lose his life.

A silent measurement shows that the distance from the Tian Guang market to the Japanese sniper's position is only about 350 metres in a straight line. This is a pretty ideal sniping distance.

With the help of a scope, any marksman can kill a target at a distance of 350 metres.

Even Zhang Yong, with the help of a scope, might be able to do it.

Fortunately, there is a map to remind him. Otherwise, Zhang Yong would really be in trouble.

Now...

Of course he won't go to the Tian Guang market.

The Japanese sniper is his target. He doesn't need the code book, but the Japanese sniper must be killed.

'Partridge.'

'Here.'

'Follow me.'

'Yes.'

Zhang Yong decides to take the sharpshooter Partridge with him.

The others continue escorting the Japanese spy to No. 26 Tian Guang market. The Japanese sniper will be led to believe that he is among them.

It was drizzling. Zhang Yong had someone find an umbrella. It was shot low. It just happened to cover his face. At a distance, it was impossible to distinguish the target.

As long as the Japanese sniper did not discover that Zhang Yong had left the team, it would be the end of the other party.

After a simple arrangement, Zhang Yong set off with Partridge.

Partridge was of course a nickname. It turned out to be from the 19th Route Army as well. A veteran. His marksmanship was good.

He had previously captured a scope for a Mosin-Nagant rifle. Zhang Yong immediately sent someone to find a Mosin-Nagant rifle.

Mosin-Nagant rifles were in very large numbers in China and could be found everywhere. It was easy to find one. With the scope attached, it was a very good sniper rifle. It was inherently very accurate. Even though it was a bit old, it was still in good working order. Zhang Yong couldn't guarantee a distance of 600 metres. Within 400 metres, he could definitely hit whatever he aimed at.

Moving forward quietly.

The Japanese spy didn't make a sound.

He probably didn't expect to be exposed.

When Zhang Yong finally found a good angle of observation, he saw the enemy lying on the roof of a three-storey building.

The target was clear.

He could see the person. He could also see the rifle.

However, when he looked closely at the rifle in the Japanese spy's hands, Zhang Yong frowned.

What he saw was also a Mosin-Nagant rifle. It wasn't the Japanese army-issue Type 38 rifle. He was confused. Is this another new sniper?

The Japanese spy sniper he encountered at the beginning definitely used a Type 38 rifle.

Could it be that he has changed his weapon?

Damn, having a weapon is great. They take turns using various weapons.

The partridge indicates the target.

The distance is also about 350 metres.

Haha, this is really using their own methods to deal with them.

The partridge gestures to indicate that he has seen it.

Zhang Yong nods.

Aim and shoot. After firing, hide.

'Pop!'

The gun went off.

The sound was crisp and clear.

It was like a drop of water hitting the ground.

Zhang Yong immediately got down on the ground. To prevent the Japanese sniper from counterattacking.

The partridge also followed suit.

The result...

No counterattack.

The map showed that the red dot had disappeared.

Oh, it was eliminated with one shot.

It wasn't difficult.

After all, it was a stationary target and the distance was close.

If you can't hit a target at 350 metres with the help of a scope, you don't deserve the title of marksman.

Zhang Yong looks around. He doesn't see anything unusual. He quickly goes over.

He inspects the scene. He finds a Mosin-Nagant rifle. It's in good condition. The scope is relatively new.

Good. He's collected some more equipment.

Now Zhang Yong has two Mosin-Nagant sniper rifles. Together with the Springfield M1903 he previously had, he has three sniper rifles.

This is his family fortune. The Director General can't take it away from him.

The team he is leading now belongs to the Intelligence Department of the Air Force General Staff. He has already cut ties with the Fuxing Society Special Services Department. Even if people like Qin Lishan came from the Fuxing Society Special Services Department, the Director General could not possibly transfer them away. Unless the Director General wants to make enemies with the Air Force. He doesn't want to get along with that lady.

I believe the Director General definitely won't.

Because, he has just been lectured by the Commissioner. He is now diligently studying the Complete Works of Zeng Wenzheng. He should benefit greatly...

Dismissed.

Go back to Tian Guang Market.

Qin Hai and the others have already found their destination.

Under the guidance of the Japanese spy, they did find a code book.

Unfortunately, Zhang Yong couldn't read it. He doesn't know much about codes.

But it's okay, there is someone who might be able to read it. That is Natasha. She is a professional. And a workaholic.

So the team returned.

Unintentionally, they met Yang Lichu.

Yang Lichu didn't know what she was doing either, and she was still awake in the middle of the night.

It seemed like she was wandering around alone.

When she saw Zhang Yong return, Yang Lichu asked as if nothing had happened, 'Oh, you're a busy man, it's rare for you to come back, what new discoveries have you made?'

'Nothing much. I got a codebook. I'm going to give it to Natasha to study,' Zhang Yong answered honestly.

'Good. You can go straight to her room,' Yang Lichu said.

Zhang Yong felt that she was a bit strange.

But he couldn't quite put his finger on what was so strange about her.

After Yang Lichu had finished speaking, she walked away on her own. She didn't even say goodbye. And she was running really fast.

Zhang Yong then went straight to knock on Natasha's door.

After all, the other person was a workaholic who didn't need to rest. If she could disturb him at any time, why couldn't he do the same?

'Bang bang bang!'

'Bang bang bang!'

He banged on the door. Deliberately.

He wanted to wake Natasha up. And then he wanted to annoy her.

Sure enough, Natasha came to the door. She was wearing a thick dressing gown. Hmm, she actually had a dressing gown?

This was pure capitalism. This was serious...

He was about to speak when he noticed that Natasha's eyes looked a little red. That was a bit strange.

If this was a Chinese girl, Zhang Yong would definitely think that she had been crying quietly. And she had cried quite a lot.

But she is Natasha. She is a Soviet girl. She doesn't cry. She only works. She has no emotions. If she has no emotions, why is she crying?

So she must be sick. Pink eye. Or maybe she's just tired. Her eyes are red from staying up too late.

Suddenly, I can smell a strong smell of alcohol.

Strange...

No way...

The workaholic is actually drinking?

It seems to be strong alcohol?

Wow, she can actually drink? No wonder the fighting nation...

'Natasha, I've got a code book. It's Japanese,' Zhang Yong said bluntly, "and I'm handing it over to you now.'

'Give it to me," Natasha said, reaching out to take it. Then she looked at Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong noticed the strange look in her eyes.

What's going on?

Why do I feel...

Suddenly, Natasha reached out and gave him a strong hug.

Then she pulled him into the room...

Zhang Yong: ?

Who am I?

Where am I?

What do I want to do?

...

'Don't...'

'Don't say a word.'

...

In the morning, Zhang Yong got up. Sneaking out of Natasha's room like a thief.

Disappointed. He realised that he had completely guessed wrong. She was also a woman. A very strong woman. She had him completely under her control.

Defeated...

He had misjudged her.

He never imagined that she was the real problem.

Poor him, such a good young man...

Suddenly, he saw Yang Lichu.

Well, what a narrow escape. He was caught red-handed.

Even Zhang Yong, with his thick skin, couldn't help blushing. In the end, he decided to admit his mistake.

His ancestors had taught him that you should admit your mistakes.

Who knew that Yang Lichu would look so strange when she saw him.

'Go ahead and scold me...'

'Take Natasha away. Hide her somewhere.'

'What for?'

'Someone from her country is coming to take her back. Something's not right.'

'Huh?'

'I don't know what it is either. Everyone who went back has disappeared.'

'Huh?'

'We lost contact with Chief Instructor Androv after he returned to the motherland.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong was stunned for a moment, and then something terrible occurred to him.

It was 1936, and over there...

No wonder Natasha had reacted so strangely. Last night it seemed like the first time...

'Then...'

'Falsify the scene to make it look like she's dead.'

'Can it be done?'

'No one else can. But you can. If anyone asks, you just say that you killed her yourself and threw her body into the Qiantang River. I don't know where she is.'

'Okay,'

Zhang Yong agreed.

He really couldn't refuse this task.

If she were to go back, she would probably not be missing. It's just that... In the past two or three years, it was the worst time over there.

After a moment of thought, he immediately turned dark and waved at Qin Lishan.

He gave a simple order.

Then they moved.

He kicked open Natasha's door and shouted, 'Natasha, you traitor, you've been exposed!'