Chapter 745: Reputation First

Catherine suddenly felt like biting Zhang Yong.

This bastard. He wants more money! He's always talking about money! He wants money for everything!

I'm so angry.

I want to bite him.

In the end, she angrily suppressed her anger.

If she was to be a good secret agent, she had to learn to control her emotions. She had to hide her anger and joy.

But she swore to herself that sooner or later, Zhang Yong would regret it!

This money-grubbing bastard!

She had never been so angry before. Really. She was so angry at him.

'How much do you want?'

'One hundred dollars.'

'Here you go,'

Catherine said, exasperated.

One hundred dollars was not a lot. She gave it to him.

After all, she had already given him $500, so another $100 was nothing.

'Thank you!'

'If I hadn't caught you in the act, I wouldn't have given you the money.'

'I do things for money. Reputation is everything.'

'You'd better be right,'

said Catherine slowly. She wasn't really worried.

This Zhang Yong still had his reputation. As long as he had the money, he could handle anything.

Strange...

Why did I have this illusion...

He's not a god. What do you mean he can handle anything?

Tell him to go to heaven, can he?

Hmph!

"Which room are you staying in?'

'I'm not.'

'I've opened a room in 406. You can go up there and rest.'

'Don't even think about taking advantage of me.'

'Asking you to go in and sleep in my room is like you taking advantage of me. I'm not even asking you to share half the room fee...'

'Hmph!'

'Or you can just keep an eye on Yuan Bin.'

'I don't want to.'

Catherine turned her head and left. She had paid the money.

Since she had paid the money, Zhang Yong had to be responsible for the rest. She didn't care.

If he couldn't do it, she wouldn't pay. It was as simple as that.

Zhang Yong just left her alone. He kept staring at the LV suitcase. Is he still in the room? He should be.

The Japanese spy probably didn't bring it down to the ballroom.

That's good.

Let's go check what's in the suitcase first.

Zhang Yong arrived at the door of Room 306 without being noticed. There was no one inside. But there was a 'Do Not Disturb' sign hanging on the door.

Haha. This Japanese spy knows how to play empty city. He's making things complicated.

There's obviously no one inside. But why 'Do Not Disturb'?

Take out the wire. Use technical skills to pick the lock.

Although he's not very good at other things, he has some talent for picking locks.

Unlocking doors is a basic skill for agents of the Fuxing Society. Apart from high-level anti-theft locks, which he cannot open, he can easily handle these ordinary door locks.

'Click...'

A slight sound came.

Zhang Yong successfully opened the door. He pushed the door in without making a sound.

Sure enough, at a glance, he saw the large dark red suitcase. The LV logo on it was very conspicuous. He wanted the whole world to see it.

He walked over. He studied it carefully. He noticed that there was no combination lock. It was simply held shut with a leather buckle.

It seems that this Japanese spy is very confident in his abilities.

Of course, it is also possible that there is nothing valuable in the suitcase. So it is not locked. That would be bad.

Take off the leather clasp.

Carefully open the suitcase.

The legendary hidden mechanism generally does not exist. That is fiction.

In fact, it is too difficult to install a hidden mechanism in a suitcase. Even the most dexterous craftsman would find it difficult to do so.

Moreover, there is no powerful weapon that can be installed in a suitcase.

A needle like Du Xiaoman's can only be produced by a skilled practitioner. But it cannot be installed inside a suitcase.

Disappointed...

It's full of books?

What Zhang Yong saw were all thick books.

The covers were all in English. He couldn't read any of them. He didn't know what they were about either.

One of them seemed to be The Count of Monte Cristo? Just a guess. Just looking at the covers.

Take out the books and look through them carefully. See if there are any false compartments or anything.

The result...

There was none...

There was nothing secreted inside any of the books.

This was a disappointment! It was beyond words. But Zhang Yong was still not giving up hope, and searched quickly and patiently.

The bottom of the suitcase, the false bottom...

Finally, he even took out the dagger and slashed the suitcase directly.

Finally, he found the false bottom inside the false bottom.

He found a stack of drawings.

He took them out and looked at them, his eyes flashing.

It was actually a three-view drawing of a fighter. But he couldn't determine the model.

There are also some simple numerical annotations on it. And some Japanese. He can guess the meaning of some of it. But he doesn't understand it all.

He's pretty sure it's a single-wing fighter. It seems familiar.

Then he can't help but frown. And be surprised.

Could it be the Bf 109?

He's confused. He's forgotten the exact three-view drawing of the Bf 109.

He remembers that the model is a Bf 109, that's right. But what it actually looks like is a blur.

The only fighter that left a deep impression was the American P-38, because it had three fuselages. So it was particularly impressive. Almost all the other fighters looked the same...

Without thinking, he took all the drawings.

Luckily, they fit in the space on his person. There were about 30 drawings.

If it's true, that's amazing.

Did the Japanese really manage to get hold of the bf109 fighter's drawings?

It's unbelievable.

If these drawings were handed over to the Germans, I wonder how they would react?

Suddenly...

There seemed to be a flash of white light inside the pocket space.

What was going on?

Zhang Yong was puzzled.

He was afraid that something was wrong with the drawings. So he took them out.

His subconscious felt as if the drawings had been modified a little. But he couldn't say exactly where.

'Illusion...'

'Illusion...'

Zhang Yong patted his head.

It was late at night. He was sleepy. His eyes were dazzled. His consciousness was not normal.

Since there was nothing wrong with the drawings, he put them back. He would take them out again the next time he had the chance to deceive someone.

Thirty blueprints, each worth US$1,000, is not much, right?

Thirty blueprints, only worth US$30,000...

No. That's too little.

US$300,000?

That's too much...

I'm just rambling.

But it is strange. What is this Japanese spy doing here with a fighter jet blueprint? Giving it to another Japanese spy? Internal communication?

There's no reason for that! Unless this Japanese spy has just returned from abroad?

Wait...

I forgot to investigate this Japanese spy's cover identity.

This guy is carrying such a big suitcase, maybe he really has just come back from abroad.

He probably took the boat...

Suddenly, the map surveillance shows a marked red dot coming out of the ballroom.

Check it out, and you'll find it's the one carrying the LV suitcase.

Zhang Yong quickly tidies up the scene. Then quietly leaves.

The suitcase has been destroyed and cannot be restored. The Japanese invaders will definitely find it.

But it doesn't matter, there are so many people in this Hotel Matel, the Japanese spy will not suspect Zhang Yong.

It's best if the Japanese spy suspects everyone. Then he can launch his operation.

Other spies will follow suit. It's a complete mess. This gives Zhang Yong the opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

He leaves the hotel. He goes up the stairs to the fourth floor. He returns to his room 406. He pushes the door open. He finds that the door is locked from the inside. Well, Catherine is really in there. This woman, locking the door from the inside? Never mind, I'll ignore her. He gives up on knocking on the door. He continues down the stairs and goes back down to the first floor.

The Japanese spy had taken the elevator. Perfectly timed.

Zhang Yong returned to the lobby on the first floor.

It was late at night, almost morning. The guests on the first floor were gradually dispersing.

Aphrodite and Yurgena were also gone. Searching, he found them in the back of the hotel. Presumably the staff quarters?

He sat down in the corner of the lobby and closed his eyes to rest.

The map showed that the Japanese spy had returned to his room and was moving around inside.

Apparently, the other party has discovered something is wrong with the suitcase.

Haha. They must be anxious. It's best to be anxious. It's best to look like ants on a hot pan.

It's best to doubt everything.

It's best to launch an operation against the other spies in the hotel.

And then...

A lose-lose situation.

A mutual destruction.

At this time, the Japanese spy who was still inside the ballroom finally came out. He still looked very aloof.

He didn't notice Zhang Yong at all in the corner of the lobby. He probably didn't sense any threat either. He naturally ignored him. He went up to the fourth floor in the elevator by himself. He went back to Room 408. Then there was nothing unusual.

Zhang Yong continued to wait.

He waited for Yuan Bin to come out with the dead man in his arms.

Sure enough, at 1am, Yuan Bin and his gang made a move.

Zhang Yong immediately went to 406, outside his own room, and knocked on the door.

Katherine opened the door warily.

Zhang Yong gave a sign. It meant that the target had started moving.

The two hurriedly came down the stairs.

Sure enough, Yuan Bin and the others came down in the elevator. They still appeared as a group.

A different person was supporting Sun Dingyuan's mistress.

Zhang Yong nudged Catherine. It meant: 'Look. You see clearly. I'm not lying to you.'

Catherine nodded. It meant that she understood.

Sure enough, Yuan Bin and the others had a problem. They really did kill someone. Now they wanted to take the dead man outside the hotel to dispose of him.

Yuan Bin and his group passed by the hotel reception. One of them even said to the receptionist girl:

'We're taking him home.'

'Do you want me to bring you a midnight snack?'

The two night shift Belarusian girls both smiled and shook their heads. They indicated that they didn't want anything.

So Yuan Bin and his group walked out of the hotel, supporting the dead man. Outside, two black sedans were already waiting.

Katherine noticed in particular that, when getting into the car, someone took a towel from the dead man's chest. It was dark red.

Zhang Yong also saw it. He nodded thoughtfully.

It was indeed a knife wound in the chest. Then it was covered with a towel. Then it was covered with clothes.

It was a very simple cover-up. But it was well done.

At least, Katherine hadn't noticed it before.

'Help me catch them.'

'More money.'

'I'll get up with you.'

'No. 5,000 dollars.'

'Zhang Yong, you really dare to ask for that. What a big deal, and you want 5,000 dollars.'

'Please, miss, you were willing to pay 500 dollars to kill him. How much more would you pay to capture him alive? I believe that capturing the other party alive and catching him in the act is worth much more than killing him. Definitely more than ten times.'

'You're thinking too much.'

'Fine. You find another job. I've already done what you asked me to do. You give me 700 dollars. We're even.'

Zhang Yong shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands. It meant that he didn't care.

Catching people. It was what he was best at. However, if there was no profit in it, he would not bother doing it.

It had nothing to do with him at all!

His current task was to keep an eye on the two Japanese spies. And there was also Takatoshi Akagi, who had been hiding in the dark.

He had forgotten the original reason for coming to the Hotel Maderier, which was to investigate the man who had made the phone call. He would deal with whichever side was more profitable first.

Since Catherine is not willing to pay, she will go herself.

She can definitely defeat the other seven by herself. Haha. She is a professional!

She is from the British Secret Service. It is the predecessor of 007. She must be well trained. She can defeat twenty people by herself. What is seven?

"You...'

Catherine was stunned.

She gritted her teeth in anger.

This bastard. He is not tempted by her beauty?

What a money-grubber. Money before beauty. Is money that important? Not as important as me?

Anyway, it was the first time she had tried to seduce a man with her beauty!

And the result was that he didn't fall for it.

Ahhh, she was so angry with him.

She vowed that sooner or later she would conquer him. This was purely a personal grudge. Hmph.

If pushed, she would give him ten children to tire him out...

Seeing Yuan Bin and the others get into the car, the car start up and prepare to leave, Catherine became anxious.

If Yuan Bin disposes of the body, she won't be able to catch him red-handed. In this kind of situation, you have to catch him in the act. You have to leave evidence behind.

'I'll pay!'

She said, finally exasperated.

Zhang Yong didn't respond.

'I'll pay.'

'Five thousand dollars.'

'Not a penny less.'

Catherine repeated emphatically.

Zhang Yong nodded in satisfaction. Snapped his fingers.

Good boy. That's the right attitude for doing business!

You're all international spies. You're playing at the top level. You're all on the international stage. Is 5,000 US dollars a lot of money?

If you need any dirty work done in the future, just call me, I guarantee you'll get good value for your money...

He waves his hand behind his back. Dou Wanjiang and Feng Yunshan emerge from the darkness.

Zhang Yong nudges his lips towards the two black cars. The two men understand and leave.

'I want to go with you,' says Catherine.

'Okay,' Zhang Yong nods.

'Wait here a minute. I'll get the camera.'

'Okay.'

Zhang Yong is extremely attentive.

After all, the other person is the one footing the bill. The one paying him $5,700!

These days, it's so hard to make money. 5,700 US dollars is enough to provide him with first-class VIP service. Hee hee. Get paid to do a job. Reputation first.

Catherine rushes off to get the camera. She doesn't know where she put it. Anyway, she'll be back soon.

By this time, Dou Wanjiang had arrived in the Cadillac. He was also not afraid of bad luck.

Get in.

Catherine wanted to sit in the passenger seat.

Zhang Yong said it didn't matter. He sat in the back.

Start the car.

Set off.

They were followed by Feng Yunshan and the others.

It was already past 1am, and the streets were already quite dark.

What? Street lamps? Nonexistent.

At this time of night on Shanghai Beach, not all places had street lamps. Even in the concession.

Most of the lighting comes from the neon signs of the shops on both sides of the street. If the neon signs go out, the street will look very dark. And it is late at night, which happens to be when most of the neon signs go out. The ones that remain provide very little light.

'Can we catch up?' Katherine can't help but feel a little worried.

'Miss, if you don't catch up, you'll save 5,000 US dollars,' Zhang Yong said slowly from the back seat.

Katherine frowned.

The reasoning was sound. But...

Well, she would rather pay the money. Five thousand dollars really wasn't a lot.

For her, for MI7, five thousand dollars was nothing. If she could keep this Yuan Bin under control, ten thousand dollars would be worth it.

Even if MI7 refused to pay, she could ask her family for the money.

Once she became a full MI7 agent, she would have plenty of money. As long as it could be solved with money, it would not be a problem...

'Turn left...'

'Turn right...'

Zhang Yong kept giving directions from the back.

Dou Wanjiang followed his instructions and took the main streets, not the alleys.

Soon, they arrived at the Zhabei exit.

Katherine became anxious again and couldn't help but say, 'They've left the concession.'

'Of course,' Zhang Yong said slowly. 'Do they want to dispose of the body inside the concession? If they get caught, it'll be trouble.'

'Then outside...'

'If it's outside the concession, even if they get caught, no one will care.'

'That...'

'As long as there's no victim, no one will report it.'

'He...'

Katherine paused.

She wanted to ask who Yuan Bin had killed, but she held back.

Feeling clever, she saved a hundred dollars...

Zhang Yong: ...

Well, this woman is really...

He was indeed going to sell it for $100. But she shut up.

There was no choice but to give it away for free.

'The person killed by Yuan Bin was the mistress of a man named Sun Dingyuan. Sun Dingyuan's whereabouts are currently unknown. He himself is a fugitive. I am also hunting him down. So, someone like this, just thrown outside the concession...'

Before he could finish, he saw the car in front of him come to a halt.

Zhang Yong: ?

Shit, no way? Just like that?

Fuck. This Yuan Bin. He really is fucking sloppy.

You should have gone further away.

There was no choice but to decisively go up and arrest them.

An order was issued immediately.

Dou Wanjiang reached out the car window and waved his hand behind him.

Feng Yunshan and the others immediately increased the throttle, overtook the car, and then aggressively encircled Yuan Bin and the others.

The map showed that Yuan Bin and the others were unarmed.

That was fine.

They quickly surrounded them.

Zhang Yong did not get out of the car.

There was no need to.

Catherine would naturally handle the rest.

Catherine got out of the car quickly. She picked up her camera. She took a lot of pictures. She wanted to preserve the evidence at the scene.

'Click!'

'Click!'

The flash kept going off.

Yuan Bin's face suddenly changed.

Damn it...

It's her...

It's MI7...

He's finished...

In the car, Zhang Yong leisurely started humming, 'First go to Xianyang...'

Then there was no sound.

Sorry, I don't remember the rest.

Sigh...