Chapter 760: Come to the Presidential Palace immediately

Sigh, a headache.

Zhang Yong began to rub his temples again.

He never used to have this habit. It's just that his brain has been hurting a lot lately.

Strategic deception!

What level of skill is required? What level of intelligence?

How can he be qualified?

But looking around, who else but him could do the job?

In terms of pure knowledge, the 50 police cadets he is currently training together do not have as much as him.

Really. Not boasting.

After all, he lived in an era of knowledge explosion in his previous life, and even if he did not capture it consciously, a large amount of knowledge would normally be pumped into his mind. Pumped in from the mobile phone. Pumped in from the computer. A lot of random stuff, and he really knows a lot. Historical development trends are also clear at a glance. He basically knows the important historical events.

Now it's the Second Guangdong Incident...

Next is the An Incident...

Next year it'll be the July 7th Incident...

Then there's the German invasion of Poland, the Battle of Nomonhan...

Then there's Germany's sweep through Europe, Dunkirk...

Then there's the German invasion of the Soviet Union...

Then there's Pearl Harbour...

Who else knows about these historical events?

Who else knows the general course of the Battle of Shanghai, the fall of Nanjing, and then the series of battles that followed?

In theory, he should have blended all these historical events into the intelligence and then distributed it in a targeted manner. Remind his own people and deceive the enemy. This is what a skilled secret agent should do. The problem is, he is not a skilled secret agent.

Alas...

In the final analysis, he is really just an ordinary person!

He has not received any professional training in espionage skills. Nor does he have any outstanding talent. It could even be said that he has no talent at all. His IQ is not high enough.

What good is it for a small person to know a lot of historical events?

'Who gave you this?'

'It's... it's...'

'Ah!'

The Japanese spy let out a scream.

Another beating. Don't want to talk? Then we'll beat you. Until you talk.

'It's Luo Zhongxuan...'

'Nonsense, it's obviously someone else! You're not telling the truth!'

'I'll tell you, I'll tell you, it's Zhou Zhiji...'

'It's not him. It's someone else! You're not telling the truth, are you?'

'Really. Really. It was Zhou Zhiji. Liao Yishu gave out different information. It wasn't about Tianjinwei.'

'Liao Yishu gave out information about the Battle of Shanghai, didn't he?'

'No. No.'

'You're still denying it. Do you want to die?'

'It's really not. Liao Yishu gave out information about the 88th Division.'

'88th Division?'

Zhang Yong's heart sank.

Shit! It seems like I've asked another stupid question.

Why did 88th Division come up? Is it the most elite 88th Division?

Oh no!

It's the top seed in the German army!

There's even a traitor who provides its intelligence to the Japanese spy! How can this be? Doesn't the Japanese spy know everything about 88th Division?

"Where's the intelligence?'

'It's been handed over. It's been taken away.'

'How?'

'In the car! I was carrying the information when someone got in the car. I gave it to him, he got out and left.'

'Who was the person?'

'I don't know. We only recognise the symbols, not the people.'

'Hm...'

Zhang Yong really wanted to ask more questions. But he held back.

He had already asked a lot. The Japanese spy had also said a lot. If he continued to ask, the other person might become suspicious.

So he changed the subject.

'What other valuable things do you have? Pay up quickly!'

'I don't owe you any money...'

'You still say you don't? Beat him!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

Someone immediately came up and continued to beat the Japanese spy.

'I do, I do...'

'I'll pay, I'll pay...'

The Japanese spy once again issued a pained plea. His voice was hoarse.

From beginning to end, he had not taken off his black hood. Therefore, he never knew exactly who Zhang Yong and the others were.

Perhaps he himself didn't want to think about it. Sometimes it was possible to escape by deceiving oneself.

The other party wanted money. If he wanted to survive, he had to pay.

'Now you remember?'

'I, I...'

'Pay up. Otherwise, I'm not finished with you!'

'I still have some money. Take it and stop beating me...'

'Okay. Where is it?'

'Food Street.'

'Take us there.'

'Yes...'

The Japanese spy obediently showed the way.

It was a bit far. They needed a car. But Zhang Yong didn't have a car.

The car was still parked over at the Military Senate. He had just said he had come by tram. It just so happened that they were taking tram 107.

What to do?

Simple. Keep riding the tram.

Jinling's tram system, like Shanghai's, was relatively well developed.

After all, it was the national capital. It had to look the part. There seemed to be more than 30 tram lines in the city? Not bad.

With the help of the Japanese spy's instructions, Zhang Yong and his team took tram 102, then tram 203, and finally tram 36, before finally reaching their destination.

Well, not bad. A brand new experience.

Along the way, they also spotted several red dots. They were all disguised Japanese spies.

Zhang Yong suddenly had an idea. He thought that he should perhaps take the tram and 'sweep' both sides of the route. He would 'screen' all the areas within 500 metres of each tram route. Perhaps he would make a new discovery?

I have been away from Jinling for several months, and there may be many more Japanese spies planted here.

Not all Japanese spies have cars. Most of the time, their mode of transport may be the tram. This is because trams are the cheapest and can travel the furthest.

For just one dime of the old currency, you can travel from the south of the city to the north. If it were a rickshaw, it would cost at least two dollars (old currency). If it were the new currency, it would cost 50 cents. Fifty cents in the new currency is half a dollar. Quite expensive.

Then Zhang Yong discovered another serious problem. There were many military police and police along the way. There were many checkpoints. However, they did not inspect the trams going back and forth. Nor did they stop them. In other words, if the enemy was hiding among the passengers, they could easily avoid inspection.

He couldn't figure out why this was the case.

Were the people on the tram not suspicious? Such a big loophole...

It shouldn't be...

Suddenly, a red dot entered the edge of the map. Then another. And another...

Zhang Yong's mind flashed.

What's going on? There are seven red dots? And all of them have weapon symbols?

It seems that their positions are arranged in two rows? They just happen to surround a certain street. If you enter from this street, you will be ambushed.

'Where is the food street?' Zhang Yong asked the Japanese spy.

'It's just ahead. Ahead,' the Japanese spy replied, 'there are street signs. You can find the street signs yourself.'

Zhang Yong then arranged for someone to quietly go find it. Sure enough, they found it.

Very good. This is the street where the Japanese spies are waiting in ambush. If they go in, they will definitely be shot.

Although this is Jinling, the Japanese invaders are desperate. They are capable of anything. Some Japanese invaders are not afraid of dying together.

Damn it, this damned Japanese spy has secretly set a trap for himself.

Fortunately, there is a map to remind him. Otherwise, if he rushes in, he may be shot. He will die without knowing how.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, the nearby military police surrounded the area. The Japanese soldiers might also have been killed. However, there was also a chance of escape. They threw their guns away, disguised themselves as ordinary civilians, changed their clothes, washed their hands, and then smeared something with a smell on their bodies to cover the smell of gunpowder.

After crossing over to Japan for so long, Zhang Yong has not encountered any police dogs or anything. There are none at the secret service office. There are none at the police station. There are no German shepherds or anything like that. So trying to track someone down by their scent or relying solely on one's nose is extremely difficult. In a pinch, the Japanese spy puts some urine or faeces on himself, so that ordinary people can hardly detect the smell of gunpowder.

'Are you sure it's in the food street?'

'Yes.'

'What's there?'

'It's all in big bills. Maybe 10,000 or 20,000.'

'How do you know?'

'I put them there myself.'

'Where did you get the big bills? Why do you have so many?'

'I...'

'You're Japanese, an undercover Japanese, aren't you?'

'No, no...'

The Japanese spy hastily denied it.

Zhang Yong gave a cold smile. He didn't say anything. But he didn't move either.

Japanese spy: ?

What's going on?

The other person doesn't seem to care about his identity?

Could it be that the other person's goal is just money, not information? Or is it not to catch him as a spy?

'Lu Keming!'

'Here!'

'Get everyone to pay attention. Move quickly.'

'Yes.'

'Go to the street corner and pretend to be from the Fuxing Society's secret service, announcing that you are here to handle a case. Anyone not involved, get lost!'

'Huh?'

Lu Keming is confused.

Pretend? Do we need to pretend?

We seem to be the secret agents of the Fuxing Society! Why do we need to pretend?

My mind is not turning...

'What?' Zhang Yong nudged the Japanese spy, "Pretend to be the secret agents of the Fuxing Society, didn't you hear?'

Lu Keming was stunned for a moment, and finally reacted.

Oh, it's to deceive the Japanese spy.

After he woke up, he immediately understood without being taught, and hesitantly said, "But, will something go wrong?'

'What's going to happen?' Zhang Yong said dismissively, "The name of the Special Branch of the Restoration Society is so terrifying, who else would dare to ask questions? By the way, pretend to be that Zhang Yong! That Zhang Yong is a pain in the neck, no one dares to say a word when they hear his name.'

'I understand," Lu Keming replied seriously.

Turning his head, he felt absurd.

Pretend to be himself?

Pretend to be Zhang Yong?

It sounded quite interesting.

Arrangements were made immediately.

Everyone: ???

It felt strange. Pretending to be oneself. New.

'Behave yourselves!' Zhang Yong continued, "From now on, I am Zhang Yong! You are the people of the Fuxing Society's Secret Service Department!'

'Yes," Lu Keming replied loudly.

'Did you all hear that?' Zhang Yong raised his voice, 'Answer loudly.'

'Yes!' Everyone replied loudly at once.

The Japanese spy secretly smacked his lips. And secretly let out a sigh of relief.

These guys, they really don't care about their lives. How dare they impersonate the Fuxing Society Secret Service!

And who is this guy in front of me, how dare he impersonate Zhang Yong! That's a real pain in the ass!

'Go!'

'Just say that you're from the Fuxing Society Secret Service!'

Zhang Yong yelled.

He was deliberately scaring the rats. Giving the Japanese spies a chance to hide.

The most important thing was to separate the people from the weapons.

As long as the Japanese spies don't have weapons in their hands, they are lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Would the Japanese spies let go of the weapons they have?

Of course they would.

The Fuxing Society secret service is coming in a big way, dozens of people, all heavily armed. They must hide and pretend to be ordinary citizens. There is no way to fight against so many people!

'Yes!'

Lu Keming turned and went.

Soon, someone in front shouted.

'Get out of the way!'

'Make way!'

'The Special Branch of the Restoration Society is handling the case. All other people, stay back!'

'Make way!'

'Make way!'

After a while of shouting, there was a flurry of activity.

Map surveillance showed that the Japanese spies had indeed started moving around.

Subsequently, their people and weapons were indeed separated. It was obvious that the weapons had been hidden.

Haha. Not bad. They fell for it so easily.

Once all the spies and weapons had been separated, Zhang Yong led his team in.

'The address,' Zhang Yong asked the spy.

'It's, it's...' The spy stuttered.

Bang!

He was slapped immediately.

Then he was kicked. He was kicked hard and fell to the ground.

Not talking? Then die!

After a severe beating, the spy finally revealed the exact location.

Zhang Yong led his team into the food street.

There are all kinds of snacks for sale on both sides. No wonder it's called Food Street.

The first spy they see is a young man who works as an assistant. He's average looking. But he's very hardworking.

Haha. Just a moment. You'll be arrested in a moment.

They arrive at the middle of Food Street. They find an abandoned warehouse. This is the location provided by the spy.

However, the map doesn't show any gold symbols. This means there are no gold bars. I hope there really are a lot of dollars.

Dig!

Sure enough, they dig up five large wooden boxes.

Open them. Inside are indeed ocean dollars.

Each box contains about 2,000 to 3,000 ocean dollars. So they are very heavy. There are five boxes, so there are indeed more than 10,000.

'Click!'

'Click!'

Song Ziyu is taking pictures quietly.

Zhang Yong glances at her. He doesn't say anything. She should just quietly do her job.

He has more important things to do.

What?

Of course it is

arresting people!

Arresting the Japanese spies!

There were seven of them!

Just the thing to give those police academy graduates some practice!

...

Finally, the day was over.

Zhang Yong dragged his tired body through the gates of the Military Senate.

His eyelids felt heavy, as if he would faint at any moment. But he never did. Because his mind was still buzzing.

Seized one piece of intelligence...

Seized more than 10,000 silver dollars...

Captured seven Japanese spies alive...

No, that's not right. It was eight.

That was his day's achievements.

However, that is not the point. The point is that the seven Japanese spies who were later arrested in the food street actually belonged to the Japanese navy!

The Japanese spy who was arrested (the tram conductor) actually didn't know that there were other Japanese spies in the food street. It was a complete coincidence. This is because the intelligence systems of the Japanese army and navy are completely separate. There is almost no overlap. This time it was a fluke.

It is not yet clear why the seven Japanese navy spies gathered in the food street. They have not been interrogated yet.

It was getting dark. Zhang Yong decided to call it a day.

He was tired. Everyone else was tired too. Song Ziyu was tired too.

Everyone needed to rest.

Tang Shengming was shocked to see Zhang Yong's appearance.

'Shaolong, are you...'

'I'm fine...'

Zhang Yong's voice was hoarse. His eyes were bloodshot.

He handed Tang Shengming the complete plan. Then he didn't say anything else. He took his leave. He took the Japanese spies back to the headquarters in Jie'er Lane under guard.

The headquarters is the headquarters. There are plenty of cells. Just detain him.

The seized foreign currency was handed over to the finance department.

This was a substantial gesture to show that he and the department head had overcome their differences.

Finance manager Chen Qingquan was practically beaming with joy. He put his arms around Zhang Yong and almost broke into a breakdance right there and then.

'Shaolong, you are truly our god of wealth!'

'You're too kind, it was nothing!'

Zhang Yong was really very sleepy. No more pleasantries. He said goodbye. He went back to sleep.

Song Ziyu was also very tired. Zhang Yong called for a family member to pick her up.

Then, Zhang Yong returned to the dormitory by himself. He fell asleep.

He was dazed...

He was in a daze...

It seemed that he saw Li Boqi killing someone.

It wasn't a quick killing. It seemed like he was slowly torturing the other person.

He almost woke up...

But he didn't.

Vaguely, it seemed to be the figure of Li Boqi. But I couldn't see clearly.

Then I fell into complete darkness.

When I woke up, I felt someone next to me.

I subconsciously drew my gun.

'It's me,' came the voice of Li Jingzhi.

Zhang Yong was relieved.

It turned out to be her! Then everything will be fine.

I tilted my head and fell asleep again.

Completely relieved...

It felt like only an instant had passed before I woke up again.

Once again, he sensed someone next to him. He reflexively drew his gun. As a result, Li Jingzhi's voice came, 'It's me, don't be afraid!'

'Oh...' Zhang Yong slowly opened his eyes.

It was indeed her.

She was sitting by the bed. She was holding his hand.

No wonder he sensed someone next to him as soon as he woke up. It turned out that someone was holding his hand!

He is really slow to react.

If she were the enemy, he would have died a hundred times.

'How long have I been asleep?'

'Two days and two nights.'

'Ah...'

Zhang Yongmu was stunned.

Two days and two nights. Alas...

Suddenly, he wanted to...

reach out and pull her into the covers...

Li Jingzhi bit her lip and finally agreed...

...

When he woke up in the morning,

he felt fresh and energetic.

He came to find Li Boqi. He found that Li Boqi was not there. The office was empty.

Well, if he's in charge of the headquarters, how come he's not here? What's the point of coming back? I might as well take charge, haha...

Sitting in Li Boqi's chair, he raises his legs and rests them on the desk.

Not bad, it seems like the scene in the Songhu office at the beginning. Alas, it's quite nostalgic...

'Ring ring ring...'

'Ring ring ring...'

Suddenly, the phone rings.

Zhang Yong picked it up casually. It was Li Boqi calling. He could take the call.

At most, he would get scolded later. He was used to it.

But it turned out that the call was actually from Gu Bafeng.

This guy, he's calling here?

"Director Gu, what's up?'

'Shaolong, come quickly to help! We're waiting for you!'

'What's wrong?'

'What do you think? We've all been scolded.'

'Who scolded you?'

'Director Lin.'

'Which Director Lin?'

'Lin Wei, Director Lin!'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong came to his senses.

It turned out to be Lin Wei! He is the deputy director of the attendant's office.

Qian Wanjun is the director. He is the deputy. However, Qian Wanjun has many part-time jobs, so Lin Wei is actually responsible for the daily work of the attendant's office.

There are three departments in the attendant's office. Lin Wei is also the director of the first department. This is all Zhang Yong knows. The emperor's close ministers are also relatively taboo.

Even the Secret Service Bureau of the Restoration Society dares not collect information on Lin Wei!

"What did Director Lin say?'

'We have five days to solve the case.'

'Isn't that five days?'

'Where? There's only one day left! The last day!'

'Really?'

Zhang Yong thought. Four days have passed already?

No, it can't be. But I don't bother to count. If it's the last day, then it's the last day. It's not my business anyway.

Director Lin gave you a deadline of five days. He didn't give me one.

The personal assistant's office didn't ask me to participate in the survey either. I slept for two days and two nights without being disturbed.

You see how good it is.

Fortunately, I didn't jump into it hastily before. Otherwise, I would have been given a deadline too.

In fact, it doesn't matter if there is no result after five days. Director Lin won't really punish you. At most, it will just leave a bad impression. Just get used to it.

After all, Zhang Yong doesn't want to get promoted, and he definitely doesn't want to get on Chiang's bad side, so it's best to avoid it.

'Hey, Shaolong, Shaolong...'

Gu Bafeng called anxiously. He noticed that the phone had already been hung up.

Zhang Yong put down the receiver. The phone suddenly rang again. He picked it up numbly. He vaguely felt that the other person's voice was a bit familiar.

'Are you Li Boqi?'

'No. He's not here.'

'Who is this?'

'I'm Zhang Yong.'

'You are Zhang Yong?'

'Yes.'

'I'm Lin Wei. From the Presidential Office.'

'Ah, Director Lin. Hello. What can I do for you?'

Zhang Yong was a little surprised.

Lin Wei had actually called him personally? What did she want?

"I was just about to look for you.'

'Look for me?'

'Yes.'

'You need to bring someone to the Presidential Palace right away.'

'Me? Right now?'

'Yes. Right now.'

'Am I...appropriate?'

'What?'

'I mean, Director Lin, am I appropriate for the Presidential Palace?'

'You already have a pass from the Presidential Office, so do you think it's appropriate or not? Hurry up! I'll wait for you here!'

'Yes! I'll be there soon!'

Zhang Yong hastily agreed.

Damn, what's going on. I have to go to the Presidential Office myself!

Hurry up and get some people!

Bring more people for safety.

In case...

Hey. Make a scene at the Presidential Office.

Fight your way out of the Presidential Office...