Chapter 759: What is real becomes false, and what is false becomes real

"I'll immediately send someone to investigate!'

Tang Shengming was convinced that if Luo Zhongxuan had really died, it would be a new clue.

Although it had not been confirmed for the time being. However, since Luo Zhongxuan's gun had appeared in the data building, it meant that he himself was definitely in grave danger.

As a result, the investigation surrounding Luo Zhongxuan immediately began. Soon, a shocking fact was discovered.

Luo Zhongxuan's wife was not his wife at all. She was fake.

He had rented her back with money. The marriage certificate was also fake. It was forged by a repeat offender.

Upon learning that Luo Zhongxuan might be dead, his 'wife' hastily admitted that she was fake.

'This...'

Zhang Yong felt that the situation seemed to be spiralling out of control.

Even the fake wife came out. It seems that the enemy knows this trick too. It's not just the underground party's patent.

Then they discovered another very deadly fact. It was that many people came to Luo Zhongxuan's fake wife asking Luo Zhongxuan for money. They said that Luo Zhongxuan had lent them a lot of money. But because it was a fake wife, she didn't dare say anything. She didn't dare ask where Luo Zhongxuan had gone.

'Where is his hometown?'

'Xiangnan.'

'That far?'

'Precisely because the journey is so long, we've given him three months' holiday. We're raising slackers here anyway, so it doesn't matter whether they work or not.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

How envious. This is the ultimate goal in life. Raising slackers. It doesn't matter whether they work or not. Pay them on time.

It's nothing like here at the Fuxing Society Secret Service, where everyone is exhausted.

Everyone is running around.

The head of the department went to Guangzhou. Li Boqi returned to Jinling from Tianjin.

And he himself flew from Shanghai to Jinling. He hasn't slept since getting off the plane. He's so sleepy.

If he looks at his face in the mirror, he might as well not wear any makeup and just pass for a zombie...

'Shaolong.'

As he spoke, Song Ziyu came out.

Accompanying her was Tang Shengming's wife. Let's call her the Third Mistress for now.

'I'm busy with some important business,' Zhang Yong said with a stern face.

'Oh, okay,' Song Ziyu responded obediently.

'But if you're not afraid of getting tired, you can come along!' Zhang Yong suddenly changed his mind.

But he was reminded of Li Boqi's words.

He didn't know what Li Boqi really meant. But it was obviously inappropriate to leave Song Ziyu behind.

At least, he still had to bring Song Ziyu with him today.

She had behaved so obediently...

'I'm not afraid of hard work,' Song Ziyu said hurriedly. "I'm a journalist, and I often travel around.'

'Good," Zhang Yong nodded. "Just follow me. But don't take any pictures. If you want to take pictures, you can only take pictures of other people, not our people. Especially don't take pictures of faces. Understand?'

'I understand. I understand," Song Ziyu replied as if she were pecking at rice.

'Then let's go!' Zhang Yong nodded.

Song Ziyu then bid farewell to the third young mistress. Then she followed Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong ignored her. He busied himself with his own affairs. Since Luo Zhongxuan had jumped out, there might be others.

The Military Senate was becoming more and more like a sieve. The plans stored here were not safe.

If possible, it would be best not to store combat plans here. Or they could be archived after they were implemented.

However, the president of the Military Senate is Tang Shengming's brother, and a first-class general. He is also a major player. If he doesn't even show me a single combat plan...

It seems very unreasonable. It will also cause serious suspicion among the other local warlords.

Alas, there is really no solution...

Suddenly, a red dot cut into the edge of the map.

There was no weapon. But there was a gold emblem. It seems to have arrived by car?

Zhang Yong's expression changed.

Is the Japanese spy just passing through?

Song Ziyu noticed immediately. But she was smart and didn't say anything.

Zhang Yong waved at Lu Keming.

Lu Keming was self-taught and understood immediately. He drew his gun immediately. He also summoned Lin Nansheng, Huang Chu and the others. They gathered around Zhang Yong and waited for his orders.

Song Ziyu stood aside. She happened to hear Zhang Yong's words. But she didn't bother them.

'Get ready to catch the Japanese spy,' Zhang Yong said concisely.

He added, 'The target should be unarmed. There's no need to be nervous. Try to capture him alive. If the situation is not right, you can shoot him on the spot.'

'Yes,' Lu Keming and the others understood. They were a little nervous. And a little excited.

They were going to capture a Japanese spy.

They had just left the training base, and now they were going to work on a big project!

Zhang Yong waved his hand. Signaling to set off.

At the same time, he looked sideways at Song Ziyu. Worried that she might not be able to keep up.

In the end, she was able to keep up. She looked a little strained, but she was not a weakling.

Good. She is not Lin Daiyu.

She should not be a burden.

Zhang Yong led the team quietly to the street in front of them. He judged that the red dot would pass through here. Sure enough, two minutes later, the target appeared in the telescope.

It came by car. But it was not a private car. It was a tram. It was the previous No. 107 tram.

Sure enough, there was something fishy about this tram.

Before, there was a Japanese spy who was the driver. Now there is another Japanese spy on the tram.

After taking a closer look, Zhang Yong is even more surprised. It turns out that this Japanese spy is actually the tram conductor.

At that time, trams had conductors. It was considered an enviable profession.

Put simply, you had to have some connections to get this job.

A driver. A conductor. Both on tram 107. Obviously, this is a bit of a taboo.

It's like putting two eggs in the same basket.

If there's a danger, both eggs will break.

Unless this 107 route is very important, that's why the Japanese spy is using double insurance.

Obviously, there's nothing wrong with the 107 route itself. The problem is the people on the bus. Or the people along the 107 route. Or the people who deliberately get close.

In fact, normal operations should be to cast a long line and catch a big fish.

Send someone to patiently follow.

until they are sure who the Japanese spy is meeting.

One arrest leads to another.

However, Zhang Yong did not want to wait. He was not good at routine operations.

Besides, this Japanese spy had a gold emblem on his body. At least there was a gold bar. It was better to strike early. Otherwise, it would be gone.

'Li Keming!'

'Here!'

'It's the tram conductor. After we arrive at the station in a while, you and a few others get on the tram and force him off.'

'Yes.'

'The target is unlikely to have a gun. But he may have a knife. Or some other sharp object. Be careful.'

'Understood.'

Li Keming arranged immediately.

The target didn't have a gun, so naturally they were not under pressure.

The target may have a knife. But that's fine. They can still deal with a target with a knife.

'Ding-a-ling...'

'Ding-a-ling...'

The tram gradually drew closer.

Zhang Yong suddenly noticed that Song Ziyu seemed very nervous.

She was quietly pinching the corner of her shirt.

It was a very subtle movement. It quietly revealed her inner unease.

She only slowly let go of the corner of her shirt when she saw Zhang Yong noticing her.

Zhang Yong couldn't help but roll his eyes, 'You don't have to do it yourself, so what are you so afraid of?'

'I, I...' Song Ziyu bit her lip and didn't answer.

In fact, she had never experienced it before.

She had never experienced this kind of gripping situation up close.

But now she had seen it, witnessed the whole thing. Next time the Song family aunts asked, she would be able to describe the details.

Women, after all, sometimes really like to hear these kinds of nerve-wracking stories.

But many of them are fictional. Gradually, they lose interest.

Now, what she has seen and felt for herself is all first-hand information. And there is photographic evidence. They are guaranteed to like it.

'Ding-a-ling...'

'Ding-a-ling...'

The tram has arrived at the station.

Lu Keming was the first to rush up and grab the conductor.

This tram did not have doors. There was not even any window glass. At that time, glass was still quite expensive.

Several other people followed suit and, in a flash, pulled the conductor down.

Then, a black hood fell precisely on the conductor's head.

Everyone around was stunned.

What is this?

In broad daylight...

Zhang Yong stepped forward, glared at the others and shouted, 'Pay your debts, it's only natural! What are you looking at!'

The others immediately fell silent. They hurriedly averted their eyes.

The people nearby were afraid to get on the bus. The driver hurriedly drove away.

Zhang Yong reached out and pulled the black hood tight, saying coldly, 'Run! I'll see where you can run to!'

'I'm not, I'm not...' The Japanese spy suddenly panicked.

He didn't even have time to take a good look before everything went dark, and then he was arrested. He was extremely panicked inside.

He thought he had been exposed. He never imagined that the other party was actually arresting people for debt repayment. It was so unfair. It was really unfair! He really didn't owe any debts!

Zhang Yong came up and kicked. He kicked the Japanese spy over.

Song Ziyu: ...

hurriedly turned her face away.

This Zhang Yong is so fierce.

She dares not look. But she can't bear not to look. So she quietly covers her face and peeps through her fingers.

She can't not look! What if those aunts ask in the future and she can't tell them? Those aunts are all very astute. They can hear a gap in the story immediately.

Zhang Yong crouches down and searches the spy.

Sure enough, the spy really has gold bars on him. Five of them.

Five big gold bars!

Heh heh. Got rich!

He immediately swallowed them. The main one was quiet.

He stood up.

'Still not admitting it?' Zhang Yong waved his hand, 'Beat him up!'

The others came up and punched and kicked him.

The main one was just brutal.

Song Ziyu quietly took out her camera and secretly took a few photos.

Of course, she only took photos of the Japanese spy. She didn't capture the faces of the other people. She did whatever Zhang Yong told her to do.

'I'll talk, I'll talk...'

The Japanese spy was beaten up and bruised.

He felt that if he didn't confess, he would definitely be killed.

The other party was completely indiscriminate.

'Where is Luo Zhongxuan?'

'What?'

'Do you have Luo Zhongxuan?'

'No. No.'

'Nonsense. He was obviously with you.'

'Really not. Luo Zhongxuan also cheated me out of a sum of money, and then his whereabouts are unknown.'

'He can cheat you of money? Nonsense!'

'Really.'

'How much did you cheat?'

'500 taels of silver!'

'Why did you give him so much money?'

'I, I, I know him...'

'You are very good friends with him?'

'No...'

'So he sold you the information?'

'What? No, no!'

'Still saying no! If Luo Zhongxuan didn't sell you the information, would you lend him 500 taels of silver? Do you take me for an idiot? Tell me quickly where Luo Zhongxuan is. Otherwise, I'll beat you to death!'

'I, I, I really don't know...'

Then there was a scream.

Not talking? Sorry. Continue beating.

But no more fists and feet. It will kill him. Change to the whip.

A special whip, very soft, basically won't hurt the bones. But it can make the skin split open.

Even if it's through the clothes, it's useless. It will still make the person feel like their soul has left their body.

Sure enough, after only three lashes, the Japanese soldier couldn't hold on anymore.

In fact, the torture scenes in spy dramas are all edited. The real torture is indescribable...

Zhang Yong himself didn't dare to watch it too much. He would have nightmares in the middle of the night.

Out of ten thousand people, at most only one or two can hold out. The other 9998 will definitely crack.

'I'll tell you, I'll tell you!'

'Where is the information? Give it to me. I'll sell it for money!'

'I don't have it, I don't have it...'

The Japanese spy stuttered.

Zhang Yong waves his hand. So the beating continues.

There is no skill involved. Just beating. Until he speaks.

'I said, I said, the information is still at my house, at my house...'

'Nonsense! We've already been to your house and didn't find it!'

'I, I...'

'You won't talk, will you?'

'I said, I said, it's not at my house, it's under the tiles above the door of the house next door.'

'Hmph, if you're lying, you're dead!'

'I'm not...'

The Japanese spy was out of breath.

He was already out of breath.

'Go!'

The group picked him up.

When they arrived at the Japanese spy's home, sure enough, they found the information under the tiles above the door of the neighbouring brick house.

It was wrapped in oil paper. It was folded very neatly.

However...

After reading it, Zhang Yong's expression was strange.

This was not the battle plan for the Battle of Shanghai-Nanjing. It was for the Battle of Tianjin.

Well, the Japanese spies are fast, they've actually got the latest information. Fortunately, this isn't the real thing. Otherwise...

No, wait...

Zhang Yong suddenly closed his eyes to relax.

The Tianjin Battle Plan? It seems like he needs to sell it?

And the Songhu Battle Plan has already been leaked. It's irreparable. Unless the Japanese invaders make a judgment error.

The real intention of the National Army is to implement the Songhu Battle Plan.

But the Japanese must be made to believe that the Songhu Operation Plan is actually a cover-up. It is meant to conceal the real Tianjinwei Operation Plan.

Ah...

For a moment, I feel the pressure.

This is truly strategic deception! Can he manipulate the truth and falsehood, the real and the fake?

He wants to turn the real into the fake.

He wants to turn the fake into the real.

It's hard!

The Japanese are definitely not fools.

Most of the Japanese invaders are still very clever. To say that the Japanese invaders are fools is actually belittling China itself.

If others are fools, you were rubbed on the ground by others for 14 years?

How can you say that...

Headache.

My mind has gone through countless thoughts. But none of them feel feasible.

It's not easy to convince the Japanese invaders that the Songhu Operation Plan is fake. The Japanese invaders' marines are stationed there...

Wait...

Wait...

The army is stupid...

The navy is stupid...

The Japanese army and navy have always been at each other's throats, trying to outdo each other and wishing each other dead.

Maybe I can stir things up a bit?