Chapter 776: Call your leader!

"Another grocery store?'

'The people inside are dead?'

Even Li Boqi felt a little strange. How could there be so many coincidences?

He definitely wouldn't believe in coincidences. Someone definitely did this on purpose. However, Zhang Yong would never be able to pull off such a neat job. Neither would anyone under him.

If it came to catching people and beating people up, Zhang Yong and his men were good at it. But doing dirty work, they really weren't good at it.

Especially after seeing the wounds on the grocery store owner.

'Masterful!'

'Yes. One cut to the throat. One strike to the death.'

Zhang Yong nodded in agreement.

If the surrounding furnishings hadn't changed, it would have been a carbon copy of the previous scene.

The same throat slit with a single stroke of the knife.

The murderer had also lingered for ten minutes. Probably using a radio.

Okay, let's start looking. They rummaged through the drawers and cupboards. Soon, they found a radio. And twelve code books.

Well, it really was exactly the same. It was like a mirror image.

Ling Yan: ???

Jiang Yiying: ???

They were a little confused too.

Why is there a radio here too? And so many codebooks?

What exactly were the Japanese invaders doing? Backing up?

Backing up two radios?

That doesn't seem right either...

They looked at Zhang Yong, intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhang Yong hurriedly shook his head to indicate that he really didn't know.

Just now, he was just guessing. It seemed like a plot from some spy drama.

In fact, he had no idea what was really going on.

What does he know? Dig, dig, dig!

He turned the whole grocery store upside down, looking for a cellar. He hoped to continue finding silver dollars in the cellar.

He hadn't counted the ones over there yet, but if he found another cellar, he swore he would really dance on graves and pee in a handstand...

'Boom!'

'Boom!'

Suddenly, a muffled sound came.

Zhang Yong's heart suddenly tightened.

Shit!

No way! Is there really a cellar?

He hurried over to take a look. Sure enough, there was a cellar.

But he couldn't see anything inside. It was dark. A strong sour smell was coming from inside. The people around him retreated.

Zhang Yong hurriedly backed away too. He backed outside the grocery store. He gasped for air.

Shit. How long has the cellar been there?

How long had it been since it was opened? Three years? Five years?

Li Jingzhi stood behind him and patted his back.

'Cough...

Cough...'

A loud coughing sound came from inside.

Finally, the sour stench dispersed a little.

Everyone lit a kerosene lamp. Covering their noses, they cautiously approached the cellar. Finally, they could see what was inside.

Fortunately, it wasn't the most disgusting thing Zhang Yong was afraid of.

It was opium.

The cellar was full of bags of it.

Due to the damp, some of the opium had probably rotted and was giving off a sour smell.

However, most of the opium was still well-packaged. It was covered in oiled paper. It was sealed. As long as there was no external force to break it, the opium could be stored for a long time.

Feeling sad...

Shaking one's head...

This is a drug that harms people!

However, in the chaotic Republic of China, it was money. It was capital. It was wealth.

When there is no money, it is money.

Some warlords even used opium to pay their troops.

To put it a bit exaggeratingly, for the same weight, opium can be worth more than silver dollars. Especially the high-purity opium imported from India, which is very expensive.

The opium previously owned by the Kong family in the Ministry of Finance was always worth a lot of money.

If he were Lin Zexu, he would definitely burn it all in one go. To prevent it from harming people. Unfortunately, he is not.

In fact, at this moment, it is not his turn to make decisions. Even Li Boqi cannot make decisions.

'Team leader...'

Zhang Yong suddenly called out.

But he saw Li Boqi jump in himself.

It turned out that Li Boqi wanted to personally inspect the opium. He quickly discovered the clues.

'It belongs to the Lu family.'

'What?'

'Lu Hualiang. An Anhui warlord. A subordinate of the Pigtail Army's Zhang Xun. After Zhang Xun stepped down, he became the boss. He was defeated during the Northern Expedition. He announced his resignation. He went to the Shanghai beach and became a resident. He lived in the concession.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

He wasn't sure who Lu Hualiang was. He didn't think he had left a name in history.

But Zhang Xun's restoration was written in history books. Zhang Xun, the pigtail army, went against the tide. He didn't seek to be remembered for a hundred years, but to be hated for a thousand years.

Although Zhang Xun was later expelled, he was still considered a big shot. Lu Hualiang, who replaced him, had no qualifications to be remembered in history.

At that time, there were warlords of all sizes in various parts of China. Armed with just a few hundred guns, they dared to raise a flag and declare themselves king. They ruled their own fiefdoms. A county was the territory of a small warlord. There were not many people like Lu Hualiang.

After they were defeated, they would often take their families, valuables and money and flee. They would usually go to the foreign concessions and become expatriates. They would do business. Invest in real estate and so on. Some did very well. I don't know the specific situation of Lu Hualiang.

Li Boqi didn't go into detail. Zhang Yong didn't ask any questions.

It was enough to know that the opium was Lu Hualiang's and that Lu Hualiang had been robbed.

'The concession?' Zhang Yong was slow to catch on.

The Japanese actually dared to go into the concession and rob? Not bad! Promising!

It is said that there is nothing in the world that Li Yunlong dares not do. Zhang Yong felt that the Japanese were even more daring than Li Yunlong.

Li Yunlong is just bold. He's willing to risk it all. He's not afraid to die. The Japanese, on the other hand, are full of fanaticism. They're crazy! They've lost their minds.

'The robbery should have taken place in Jinling,' said Li Boqi. "The Japanese invaders wouldn't transport it across the country.'

'You're right," agreed Zhang Yong. It's too much trouble.

They must have robbed it somewhere and stored it there.

Gold, jade, jadeite, jewellery and the like, which are small and expensive, should have been taken. The remaining silver dollars and opium must have been stored locally.

In the end, as they were stored, there may have been some subsequent changes, so they were never unearthed again.

Wu Yuanfu may have known a little about this, so he came out and cut the root?

Wait. Cut the root? Zhang Yong suddenly felt that this word was very appropriate. Wu Yuanfu may have wanted to cut the root of the Japanese spy agency.

If the opium, silver dollars and other things were kept hidden, sooner or later the Japanese spies would dig them up and use them. But if they were exposed and discovered, the Japanese spies would be unable to retrieve them. They would just have to watch as they were seized by the Chinese. They could no longer be used.

Wu Yuanfu killed those people to expose the opium and silver dollars.

He used the radio to send a message. It was probably similar to challenging his former boss: 'Come and get me, come and get me...'

What a guy!

He must be awarded a big medal!

He can redeem himself by doing good deeds, and maybe he can become one of the anti-fascist activists in the future.

A World War II version of The Bourne Identity is unfolding...

Nonsense.

Zhang Yong basically didn't need to get involved in the follow-up. Chen Qingquan arrived. He was in charge of counting the silver dollars.

However, there were so many silver dollars that they couldn't be cleaned up in a short period of time.

Someone hurriedly came. He reported to Li Boqi.

Li Boqi turned to Zhang Yong and said, 'Go to the empty treasury department.'

'Now?' Zhang Yong was surprised.

No, the silver dollars haven't even been counted yet! I don't even know the result yet!

Although, I can't just take it. But, after all, I seized it. I feel quite accomplished. Now you tell me to go, I can't bear to!

Really...

'Yang Lichu just called, you can ask her!'

'Okay.'

Zhang Yong then ran to make the call.

He quickly found Yang Lichu. He asked what was going on.

'Someone has leaked the information.'

'Oh?'

Zhang Yong immediately imagined countless new plots.

He was in trouble. He had to do the work himself again.

The empty space department was really a sieve! Information was being leaked every day.

Sooner or later, he would have to gag everyone and tie their hands to see who would still leak information.

Yang Lichu then continued, 'Clinsman knows about the drawings you submitted last time. We are forced to hand them over.'

'Then what?' Zhang Yong let out a sigh of relief. So that's what happened!

What kind of leak is this? The lady even sold them.

The drawings were copied by the technicians at Curtiss, so the Germans definitely knew about them!

If there was a leak, then the culprit was Madam.

'After Klinsmann obtained the drawings and verified them with the country, he discovered that they were the original design drawings for the bf109 fighter.'

'Then what?'

'Then he went directly to the committee and caused a scene. He wanted the committee to give him an explanation.'

'What explanation?'

'He wanted us to find out who stole the drawings.'

'The Japanese!'

'He wanted us to catch the Japanese.'

'Why?'

'I'm not sure exactly how the conversation went. You should come to the Air Supply Department now. Director Min will talk to you personally.'

'Okay,'

Zhang Yong agreed.

Since it was about the drawings, it would be fine.

It wasn't a problem.

So he came back and explained the situation to Li Boqi, and then led the way to the Air Supply Department.

Daxiaochang Airport was quite far away. It was in the southern suburbs of Nanjing. From Xiaguan Railway Station, it was almost like crossing the entire city.

On the way, Zhang Yong closed his eyes to rest.

The Germans are so anxious about the drawings, they should be willing to offer some benefits.

Equipment for five divisions?

Ten divisions?

Or two artillery regiments?

If there's no benefit at all, who will do his work for him!

If I see Klinsmann later, the most important thing is to ask the Germans for benefits...

Arrived at the Air Supply Department.

Yang Lichu was already waiting at the door.

Zhang Yong stopped the car. Got out. Gave her a hug straight away.

They're an old married couple, so this is nothing unusual.

It's also a sight for other people. They know what's going on.

Yang Lichu ducks away and warns, 'You be careful. That Klinsmann is pretty overbearing.'

'Gestapo!' Zhang Yong nods in understanding.

Alone, he's no match for Klinsmann. But he has a gun!

Led by Yang Lichu, Zhang Yong enters the Air Supply Department office building. They arrive in a conference room.

The map showed that there were many people inside. They were divided into two groups.

They arrived at the door. The door was open.

Inside was a long conference table. The two sides were clearly divided.

On one side were the Germans. There were also interpreters. And transcripts.

On the other side were Vice Minister Min and the others.

It was clear that the atmosphere between the two sides was not harmonious. The Gestapo was a little anxious.

'Report!'

'Enter!'

Zhang Yong then walked over.

Vice Minister Min indicated that he should sit next to him. A place had already been vacated there.

'You?'

Clinsmann was a little surprised to see Zhang Yong appear.

Zhang Yong nodded with a smile. It was a greeting.

'Sorry. I don't speak German.

But why don't you greet me in Chinese? Ah, I forgot...'

'Shaolong, introduce yourself.'

'Okay. Mr. Clinsmann, my name is Zhang Yong, I'm from the Secret Service of the Restoration Society...'

'You're the one who seized the drawings from the Japanese?'

'Yes...'

'What proof do you have that you seized the plans, and not that you stole them?'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong narrowed his eyes.

This German doesn't seem like a nice guy!

He actually suspects me of stealing?

Haha. Fine. Since you're not being reasonable, I'll play along.

Playing the bully? Who's afraid of you?

Call your Führer!

If it comes to being unreasonable, I alone can defeat all three of you!

Really!

Playing the bully?

Ha ha!

'So what evidence do you have to suggest that I stole them?'

'I suspect you!'

'Safiya is selling more information about you Germans. Including fighter planes. Including battleships...'

'What?'

Klinsmann's expression suddenly changed.

He was indeed very anxious.

He realised that the situation was more serious than he had thought.

The blueprints, after being verified, were very accurate. They were almost exactly the same as the original blueprints.

However, domestic investigations have shown that the original drawings have not been lost. Therefore, the only possibility is that someone took a photograph. And then reproduced the drawings.

This is more troublesome. In a short period of time, there is no way to find out who leaked the information.

The most frightening thing is that after these drawings were reproduced, they have already begun to appear in the Far East.

Since even the farthest East has obtained these drawings, what about the French? What about the British? Have they also obtained them?

Why are the French not saying anything?

Why didn't the British say anything?

The silent dog is the most terrifying.

'I have information from a Japanese spy that you Germans are designing the latest battleship...'

'Shut up!'

'I don't know the exact model. But I know some data...'

'Shut up!'

'This information is worth more than 100,000 US dollars in Safiya...'

'Shut up!'

Klingemann stood up anxiously.

Zhang Yong then slowly shut up. Then he sat up straight and closed his eyes to rest.

He didn't bother looking at the other person.

Damn, defiling the name Klinsmann.

That was his idol! The golden bomber! A memory of a generation! Going out to watch the game in the middle of the night...

Quiet.

No one spoke.

Only the sound of breathing.

Everyone else was as if nothing had happened, bored.

Only Klinsmann's face kept changing. His hands loosened and then clenched again.

After a long time...

'Zhang, I apologise,' he suddenly said.

'Huh?' Zhang Yong opened his eyes in surprise.

Apologise? A German apologising to him?

Haha. This is really something.

'I have no reason to doubt you. It was my mistake. I'm very sorry.'

'Ah, I accept your apology.'

'Those blueprints are very important. We urgently need to know who leaked them.'

'Mr. Klinsmann, I only know how to catch Japanese spies. I don't know anything else. I found the blueprints from a Japanese spy. I obtained them completely unintentionally...'

'Where is the damned Japanese?'

'Unfortunately, I killed him.'

'Why did you kill him?'

'Mr. Kleinsmann, he was a spy. He had a gun. He resisted arrest. If we hadn't shot him, I would have been killed. Do you understand?'

'I... understand!'

Kleinsmann clenched his hands in anger. He obviously didn't quite believe him.

However, Zhang Yong insisted that the Japanese spy had been killed. There was nothing he could do to verify this. He did not have sufficient intelligence capabilities in the East. He had to rely on the Chinese.

And the man in front of him, Zhang Yong, was obviously a very important part of the Chinese intelligence apparatus.

After a moment's contemplation, Klinsmann made a bold decision.

'Zhang, our esteemed and supreme leader has granted you a special power...'