Chapter 758: I really am not bragging
Zhang Yong rubbed his temples hard.
Rub hard. Rub hard. I really want to pass out. I feel like I'm in trouble again.
I secretly lamented inwardly, I really am not Conan!
I really don't want to be Conan...
How could a mortar gun suddenly appear out of nowhere!
Alas, the most deadly thing of all is the map. The red Xs on it...
For the first time, I felt that red Xs were so glaring. In my previous life, when I took exams, the papers full of Xs were not so eye-catching.
'I'll go make the call!'
Gu Bafeng was the first to react.
He was going to report it!
The Military Police Command also deserves credit for this matter.
After all, he was there!
He was there and he deserves credit! He definitely won't get away with it!
Before he finished speaking, he had already disappeared in a flash.
Zhang Yong: ...
Alas, this guy.
He's just waiting for trouble to happen. He can't wait to report it.
I wonder if the President will be able to sleep late at night.
Alas...
He turned to Yang Shanfang and smiled helplessly.
'Report it!'
'Alas...'
'Isn't Commander Li in charge at headquarters?'
'Alas...'
'Sooner or later, we'll have to face it.'
Yang Shanfang seemed to understand Zhang Yong's feelings.
This is a big deal.
He dares not not report it.
But if I report it, there will be chaos.
A Japanese spy tried to shell the Presidential Palace! How will the Commander-in-Chief react?
If someone is exaggerating, they might wake the Commander-in-Chief up in the middle of the night. Then we'll move to a safe place.
Who knows if there are any more mortars?
"Lu Keming!'
'Yes!'
'Come back to headquarters with me!'
'Yes.'
'Director Yang, I'll leave this to you.'
'Okay, you hurry up and go!'
'Go!'
Zhang Yong led the men away quickly.
They found a phone nearby and called back to the headquarters in Jiyu Lane.
'This is Zhang Yong!'
'Get Li Boqi!'
'No matter where he is, tell him to pick up the phone right away!'
'It's urgent!'
Zhang Yong yelled at the switchboard.
The other end hurriedly answered. Then they hurriedly transferred the call.
Fortunately, Li Boqi picked up quickly.
'What is it?'
'Chief, it's very serious...'
Zhang Yong told him about the mortar and the map. He dared not be negligent.
Gu Bafeng had already reported it. The Presidential Office would soon know. What would happen next, he didn't know.
'Where's the mortar?'
'With Director Yang.'
'And the map?'
'I have it.'
'Where are you?'
'I'll be right back.'
'No need to come back. Go straight to the Presidential Office.'
'Huh? What for?'
'Standby nearby.'
'Yes.'
'Bring the plans with you. Don't give them to anyone except people coming out of the Presidential Palace.'
'Yes.'
Zhang Yong didn't understand why. But since Li Boqi had said so, he did as he said.
He immediately took someone to the front door of the Presidential Palace.
This was also the first time he had been to the Presidential Palace.
Although he had wandered around Jinling many times, he had never come close to this place.
After all, in the past, he was just a nobody. The Presidential Palace was surrounded by high-ranking officials and powerful people. What was he doing here? Did he want to be yelled at?
Everyone who came in and out of here were big shots!
At least they were big shots at the ministerial level.
In fact, in the history textbooks of later generations, Zhang Yong had seen photos of the Presidential Palace.
Strictly speaking, it was the archway of the Presidential Palace. It was newly built in 1929.
In the photo, the top of the archway of the Presidential Palace is full of PLA soldiers. They liberated Nanjing. They occupied the Presidential Palace. They announced the official demise of the Chiang family dynasty. It was exactly 20 years from the time the archway of the Presidential Palace was built to the time it was occupied.
The past is like smoke...
Soon, a military policeman on guard duty came over and asked,
'Who are you?'
'Reporting. My name is Zhang Yong. I'm with the Secret Service of the Restoration Society.'
'What are you doing here?'
'We're on a mission.'
'What mission?'
'On standby.'
'On standby?'
'Yes. We're here on standby.'
'Don't go wandering off.'
'Understood.'
Zhang Yong answered obediently.
Li Boqi had told him to stay here on standby. He definitely wouldn't dare wander off!
And there were no mobile phones back then. If he wandered off and Li Boqi couldn't find him, it would cause delays.
Alas, how backward it was.
In an era without mobile phones, people are not free.
But then again, is everyone free in an era when everyone has a mobile phone?
It seems that they are even less free...
They can be summoned at any time. There is not even a minute of free time...
Standing still.
The people around them are both excited and nervous.
This is the Presidential Palace!
They have actually come to the front door of the Presidential Palace!
On their first day of work at the Fuxing Society Secret Service, they have already come to the front door of the Presidential Palace to carry out their mission.
They never expected this...
Lu Keming's dark face seemed to be glowing...
Zhang Yong, however, felt a little sleepy.
It was the middle of the night!
Alas, early morning, when people are most sleepy.
'Zhang Yong!'
'Who's Zhang Yong?'
'Who's Zhang Yong?'
'I am!'
Zhang Yong tried to rouse himself.
He saw a group of people in Zhongshan suits coming out of the archway. They looked serious.
He didn't know what their identities were. He didn't dare to guess.
What do you think the identity of the people coming out of the Presidential Palace is?
"Where's the map?
'I have it.'
Zhang Yong presents the captured map.
A middle-aged man with glasses takes the map. He carefully puts it away.
'Thank you for your hard work.'
'It's an honour to serve the Party and the country.'
'Li Boqi wants you to return to the headquarters on Goose Lane.'
'Yes,'
Zhang Yong agreed.
Full of doubts. Why go back again?
Coming here means handing in the map? And then it's all over?
It's good to be done. It's best to be done.
I'm so sleepy. I want to go back to bed. I feel like falling asleep as soon as I lay my head down.
He returned with his team.
To his surprise, he saw an acquaintance.
Who?
Song Ziyu! She's actually here.
He subconsciously looked at his watch: 4am! It's not even dawn yet! What's she doing here?
Doesn't she need to sleep in the middle of the night?
"Click!'
'Click!'
Just as he was about to say hello, Song Ziyu already raised her compact camera and kept clicking the shutter, taking pictures of him.
There's no flash. Compact cameras from this era are really outdated.
If you want a flash, you have to get one of those big cameras. The kind with a tripod. The kind you have to carry around.
Zhang Yong: ...
What's going on?
It's the middle of the night, what are you taking pictures of?
Who told you to come?
To be honest, if it wasn't Song Ziyu, he would have already lost his temper. The gun was pointed directly at the other person's forehead.
'No, don't take pictures! I can't be in the newspaper!'
'It won't be in the newspaper! I'll keep it for myself.'
Song Ziyu replied with a smile.
Zhang Yong: ???
Not sure what the situation is. Don't bother asking.
Come and see Li Boqi.
When he arrives in the office, he finds Li Boqi has just put down the phone.
'Report!'
he shouts deliberately loudly.
Li Boqi sits down. He reaches up and rubs his temples.
Zhang Yong: ...
No. What are you rubbing your temples for? You're not the one who's tired. Pretending. Keep pretending.
Finally, Li Boqi looks up at him.
'Is it hard?'
'A little.'
'Can't sleep. Keep busy.'
'Yes,'
Zhang Yong agreed. Then he was dumbfounded.
Keep busy? Keep busy with what? Hey, you're the boss, give me some instructions!
However, Li Boqi didn't say anything, stood up, and walked away on his own. Zhang Yong was about to roll his eyes when he finally heard him say, 'Bring Miss Song!'
'Huh?' Zhang Yong was dumbfounded again.
Bring Song Ziyu?
What does that mean?
However, Li Boqi was already gone.
Zhang Yong: ?
Damn it! Everyone is a riddle! I hate riddles the most!
You told me not to sleep and to keep busy, I understand. I'll find something to do myself. But what does it mean to bring Song Ziyu?
She's a girl, she can't even catch a chicken. What's the point of bringing her?
If anything happens, I can't afford it! Who wants to do this thankless task?
However, this was Li Boqi's order.
He felt that Li Boqi would not have ordered him to do so for no reason.
In the end...
Okay. He went back to find Song Ziyu.
He found her sitting in the office, serious and studious, not running around at all.
Fortunately, she was not like the female protagonists in TV dramas. Running around everywhere, causing trouble indiscriminately and deliberately making things difficult for the protagonist.
In a 50-episode TV series, there are often 15 episodes where the protagonist has to clean up after the heroine. He definitely couldn't stand a woman like that. He really wanted to send the director a knife. Whenever she was in danger, he hoped she would be shot by the enemy and go offline as soon as possible...
'That...'
'Go ahead. I'll do whatever you say.'
'Well, I still have to keep working. Do you want to come with me?'
'Yes!'
Song Ziyu immediately agreed.
Then she became a little worried.
'Will I slow you down? Will I hold you back?'
'I don't think so...'
'Really?'
'I'm going to the Military Senate now, so it shouldn't be dangerous.'
'Okay then.'
Song Ziyu happily agreed.
Zhang Yong thought for a moment. It should be fine. It's just a trip to the Military Senate.
It's heavily guarded there, so there's no way there'll be any assassins or anything. If there were any Japanese spies hiding, he'd be able to spot them from afar.
'Let's go!'
'Okay!'
Song Ziyu happily agreed.
Get in the car.
Zhang Yong drove.
There were only the two of them in the car.
When other people saw this, they were afraid to get in the same car!
Zhang Yong: ...
Forget it. Everyone knows what's going on, right?
Start the car.
The whole way to the Military Senate.
They found military police everywhere on the road. There were checks at all street corners.
There were also a large number of police carrying rifles. They were also heavily armed.
Show your ID. Let them through.
Suddenly, I saw Gu Bafeng in front of me.
This guy, he didn't sleep either? His eyes were bloodshot.
Well, everyone has to look good in front of the chairman! Even if you don't have any merit, you have to look like you've worked hard.
The harder you work, the better.
They're all smart people. Li Boqi is one of them.
Zhang Yong pulled over.
'Hey? Shaolong?' Gu Bafeng got in.
'You didn't sleep?' Zhang Yong rolled down the window. No matter how high-end the car, it still has a manual window.
'This is no time for sleeping! Who dares to sleep?' Gu Bafeng said with a smile, then saw Song Ziyu in the back of the car. Her face suddenly stiffened a little, but she quickly calmed down and said hello, "Miss Song.'
'You've worked hard," Song Ziyu said with restraint.
'It's only right. Where are you going?' Gu Bafeng's next sentence was directed at Zhang Yong.
'To the Military Senate.'
'What? You have news? I'll go with you.'
'It's not the same thing. I'm going to investigate the traitor in the Military Senate. It has nothing to do with the mortar.'
'Aren't you investigating the mortar?'
'Aren't you already investigating it? So many people are on it, I don't need to get involved. I have to go over there and clean up the loose ends. Otherwise, Third Master will complain that I don't finish what I start.'
'Okay, okay, go ahead!'
'Talk to you later!'
'Okay!'
Gu Bafeng ordered the vehicles to be let through.
The cars passed in an orderly manner. All the police academy students were very excited.
Wow!
What a scene.
What an exciting night.
Gu Bafeng shook his head. This Zhang Yong, he's not going to take credit for this big job? Really.
I can't figure it out...
'I have nothing to do with him,' Song Ziyu suddenly said.
'You mean Gu Bafeng?' Zhang Yong responded.
'He used to...'
'Oh. I know. He pursued you. But you didn't agree.'
'Mm.'
'He's already let it go.'
'Oh.'
'Has the money the third young master gave you arrived?'
'It arrived a long time ago. Then another sum was transferred, making a total of 270,000 US dollars. I haven't touched it yet!'
'Hey, American money is easy to earn. If I didn't do this job and went to the US, I'd be guaranteed to make a fortune.'
'You talk as if you know how to make money.'
'To be honest, I will make more money than Rockefeller in the next ten years. Unfortunately, I don't have enough capital. I can't do big business.'
'You're bragging.'
'Haha. Life is short. Have some fun.'
Zhang Yong laughed.
I'm bragging? Haha. I really am not bragging.
If I had enough capital, I could really make so much money that my mother wouldn't recognize me...
Arrived at the Military Senate.
Explained the reason for the visit to the guards. Was quickly let in.
Stop the car.
Get out.
Tang Shengming came out.
The guy looked at Zhang Yong and then Song Ziyu, and blurted out, 'Are you guys announcing your engagement?'
Zhang Yong: ...
Song Ziyu: ...
Zhang Yong had a thick skin and didn't react.
Song Ziyu didn't blush either. She just smiled modestly. Politely greeting, "Third young master.'
'Shaolong, are you here on business with her?" Tang Shengming was puzzled.
'She's a reporter from the Central Daily News.' Zhang Yong nodded, "Do you want to tidy yourself up a bit, so you look good on camera?'
'That's a must," Tang Shengming said with a smile, "Don't film now! I'll tell Xu Lai to tidy himself up first. Film him looking good.'
'Is your wife here too?" Song Ziyu said with a smile, 'You said you'd introduce me, but I haven't met your wife yet.'
'That's good. Go and talk to your wife. I'll talk to Shaolong.'
'Okay.'
'Shaolong...'
'I'll just wander around.'
'That's fine. I'll go and leave Ziyu with your sister-in-law.'
'Go!'
Zhang Yong nodded.
Tang Shengming then led Song Ziyu away.
Zhang Yong looked left and right, but didn't notice anything unusual. No red dots appeared.
Alas, it's really hard to find the traitor!
The traitor developed by the Japanese spy must be very cunning.
If the traitor is from the Guangdong and Guangxi region, it will be even more difficult. They are hiding even deeper.
Searching the map in silence.
Suddenly, a few weapon symbols caught Zhang Yong's attention.
There were only weapon symbols. But there was no one there.
Strange. Who hid the weapons there? What is the purpose?
Seeing Tang Shengming return.
'Shaolong, what is your plan? Speak. I will cooperate fully.'
'Let me find out first. Apart from being stored centrally, are there any other places where the weapons of your Military Senate are stored?'
'Technically, they are all stored centrally. But as you know, there are many bigwigs who have been exiled to the Military Senate. They all have their own forces. Even if they have been relieved of their military powers, they still have many loyal followers. So, we can't control too much of the weapons and other things. Many people take them home.'
'Then would there be weapons in the building in front?'
'The building in front?'
'Yes.'
'Definitely not. This is the data room. How could there be weapons?'
'Can I go in and have a look?'
'Yes!'
Tang Shengming agreed. Someone was sent to open the door.
A little while later, Zhang Yong led Tang Shengming to the end of the corridor on the first floor.
There was a broken wall here.
Zhang Yong looked at the top of the broken wall. There were beams on it.
'What are you doing...'
'There are weapons on the beams.'
'What?'
'Send someone up to have a look.'
'Okay!'
Tang Shengming immediately arranged for a soldier with nimble hands and feet to go up.
Sure enough, above the crossbeam, where the naked eye could not see, a Browning pistol was found. The magazine was full.
The model was the most common Browning M1903, and the surface was very smooth. It was obviously quite old.
'You...' Tang Shengming looked at Zhang Yong in amazement.
He could not understand.
How did Zhang Yong know?
'I know a little bit about the I Ching. I can deduce the general location,' Zhang Yong explained calmly, "but it's not always accurate.'
'Is it that amazing?" Tang Shengming was awestruck.
'It's the ancestors who are amazing. I'm just picking up on their wisdom,' Zhang Yong said modestly.
Don't ask.
Asking is the I Ching.
If you don't believe it, research it yourself.
Guiguzi, Yuantiangang...
'Actually, it's not very useful,' Zhang Yong said, picking up the Browning pistol. "It's just a gun.'
'Well..." Tang Shengming thought about it for a moment, and it did seem that way.
A gun had been found. No one knew who had planted it. There were no markings on the gun.
There were so many people coming and going in the Military Senate. There was no strict investigation as a matter of course. It would be unaffordable.
Zhang Yong fully understood.
It looks like a fortress, but it's actually a sieve.
Some of the bigwigs are almost as powerful as his brother Tang Shengzhi. How can you investigate them?
Anyway, we're all idle, sitting on the sidelines, so why do you take it so seriously?
After being idle for a long time, naturally, your prestige will gradually disappear. By the end of next year, when you become the commander-in-chief of the Jinling Defence Force, naturally no one will listen to you.
Of course the Huangpu loyalists won't listen to you. When you're invisible, even the ragtag army has its own bosses behind it. Of course they won't listen to you. As commander-in-chief, not a single unit is obeying orders. How can this commander-in-chief continue? How can the battle continue?
The result is naturally a crushing defeat.
Sad...
Sigh...
'Let's go!'
Turn around and come out. Dispirited.
He had no desire to investigate the lone weapon emblems.
It was a mess everywhere, with traitors at every turn. How many could he catch? Could he catch them all?
His gaze swept the room. Suddenly, he saw a staff officer behind Tang Shengming who was hesitating to speak.
Zhang Yong's mind snapped into action. He pointed a finger at the man.
'You. Come out.'
The staff officer involuntarily flinched back.
However, Zhang Yong had already locked onto him. He walked directly up to him.
'You. You are the one. What do you want to say?'
Tang Shengming also noticed. Immediately, he shouted in a deep voice, 'Zhou Jie!'
'Present!' The staff member hurriedly stood at attention.
He no longer dared to hide.
But his expression was still a bit strange.
'What do you want to say?'
'Report, I...'
'Speak! If you don't speak, I'll take you in as a suspect!'
'No. I'll speak. I'll speak. Just now, that gun seemed to be Luo Zhongxuan's.'
'Who is Luo Zhongxuan?'
'A deputy director in the archives office. He took leave to visit his hometown... Wait!'
Tang Shengming said. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong.
His face suddenly turned gloomy. It seemed that he had thought of something.
'What's going on?'
'Luo Zhongxuan took leave to visit his hometown last month.'
'Then what?'
'If the pistol is his, something has probably gone wrong.'
'Oh?'
Zhang Yong frowned.
Something went wrong? Murdered to silence?
Okay, it's confirmed, I really am possessed by Conan...
Everywhere I go, there are dead bodies.