Chapter 786: Riding Face

The plane landed smoothly at Shanghai Longhua Airport.

Yang Lichu had been waiting here for a long time.

Beside Yang Lichu was Shen Ming. She followed like a little tail.

And she is very pretty. It is impossible to ignore her. She seems to be very keen to seek her own safety after surviving the disaster.

Alas, she really is a pitiful little girl!

Meanwhile, a little further away, there are also people like Chen Hai. This group of bald men in Zhongshan suits are very eye-catching. They give a very strong sense of security.

They have their own team as soon as they land. They are still not under the control of the Secret Service Department of the Restoration Society. It feels good.

This is Zhang Yong's own team! Most of them are loyal.

I can't guarantee that everyone is 100% loyal. But at least no one will stab me in the back.

That's enough.

After all, without a modifier, it's impossible to lock in everyone's loyalty...

'You're here just in time.'

'Is there something going on with the Air Force again?'

'Look at the uniform you're wearing. Aren't you in the Air Force?'

'Er...'

Zhang Yong was suddenly at a loss for words.

He was indeed wearing the uniform of an Air Force major.

After leaving the Presidential Palace, he didn't bother changing. He thought the uniform looked good.

In fact, the design of the national army's uniforms was quite good. The style wasn't bad either. The key was the workmanship. Naturally, the quality was different, and so was the image.

You can see that the uniforms of the main German armoured divisions use better fabrics and are well made. So, when officers and soldiers wear them, they all look particularly energetic. In contrast, the quality of the uniforms of other troops is quite mixed. They look shabby when worn, which damages the image.

Among all the military branches, the quality of the Air Force's uniforms is undoubtedly the best. Even if Zhang Yong's appearance is only 80, after he puts it on, it becomes 90. No wonder he doesn't want to take it off. But since he is about to go on a mission, he can't continue to wear the Air Force uniform.

'What's up?'

'The guest list.'

'Are you ready to go?'

'Almost.'

'Good.'

Zhang Yong nodded.

The so-called guest list is actually the Hangzhou Jieqiao Airport.

Chennault would eventually be responsible for training pilots at the airport. At that time, he might host a banquet for some local celebrities.

Zhang Yong's task was to screen these local celebrities.

However, Zhang Yong had arrested many Japanese spies there, so there were probably not many left.

Among the big names with names and surnames, there might still be Japanese spies. There shouldn't be anymore. But it's hard to say if there are any traitors.

'What time is it roughly?'

'No one said.'

'Then I'll talk to you after I've finished my personal business.'

'Okay.'

'Good.'

Zhang Yong mused. He should be able to finish his personal business at the Wusongkou dock in a few days.

After that, he could return to his official duties. That would be perfect.

'You're going to the dock?'

'How did you know?'

'These days, everyone has some personal business.'

'You too?'

'No, but I've heard about it. You have to be careful.'

'I know.'

'Catching spies is official business. But going to the docks means you're ruining people's lives. They'll fight back.'

'Thanks for the warning.'

Zhang Yong knew full well what was going on. So he took plenty of men and guns. He called for reinforcements at any time.

Where did the reinforcements come from? From the Songhu Garrison Command, of course. A phone call from Zhou Yang and an entire battalion of guards was immediately deployed. Heavily armed, too.

What was the excuse?

Simple. Secret investigation. Special assignment.

He still has the title of secret investigation team leader. Although the secret investigation never produced any results.

That's not true. He has just handed in ten very useful drawings. So his secret investigation team has never been disbanded. In fact, it has been upgraded. It now reports directly to the office of the assistant to the president. He can now speak to the deputy director of the office of the assistant to the president (executive) on the phone at any time.

In terms of rank alone, director Lin is now higher than boss Dai. I wonder how boss Dai feels about that, now that he's back from Guangzhou.

However, Zhang Yong's career path has always been inclined towards the Air Force. There is no direct conflict with Boss Dai. Zhang Yong himself will not seek higher authority within the Secret Service. He is the team leader and has reached the top. Most of the things he deals with in the future will also be related to the Air Force. The two sides should be able to coexist peacefully.

Set off with the team.

As for bringing more people and more guns, that's an absolute must.

Bring everyone.

Bring all the submachine guns.

Grenades, hand grenades, bring them all.

Rifles, scopes, bring them all.

Oh yes, and light machine guns...

In short, bring everything you can. This is a personal matter. You must give it your all.

You can slack off on official business. You can back out. But not on personal matters.

Just like the ginseng trees of the Zhenyuanzi, whoever dares to provoke you will be destroyed.

But just charging straight to the docks and going 'chug-chug-chug'?

Of course not.

There are rules for doing bad things.

Didn't you seize the warehouse at the dock?

Haha!

I'm going to do the same thing to them.

I set up a checkpoint directly at the dock exit, just 30 metres away. Everyone is facing each other directly. The bayonets are at your neck.

At the sound of an order, the checkpoint is set up. There are stakes, deer fences, and guard posts.

Several secret agents, dressed in Mao suits and carrying submachine guns, stood solemnly. The atmosphere suddenly became gloomy.

Just then, a truck came out of the dock. It was stopped.

The driver looked at the people outside in confusion. He didn't know what to say.

Zhang Yong sauntered up.

The driver got out of the car.

Zhang Yong waved his hand. Immediately, someone climbed into the car. Inspection. It's all cigarettes. Boxes and boxes of imported cigarettes. There are both Hardmen and Lao Dao.

'Sir...' the driver said cautiously.

'Who is the head of the inspection team?' Zhang Yong asked. 'Get me a note.'

'Sir...' the driver's face darkened.

How could there be a note for something like this? It was written in black and white, absolutely impossible!

It was all about what could be understood but not expressed. It was all about the unspoken rules.

'Go back and find the head of the inspection team and ask him to give you a clearance note,' Zhang Yong said with great earnestness. 'Once you have the clearance note, I will let you go immediately.'

'But, sir...' the driver was at a loss.

'You can go back to the dock and make a phone call. Find someone. Explain the situation.'

'Then...'

The driver had no choice but to get back in the car. Backwards.

Naturally, all this was seen by the people inside the dock.

Soon, a middle-aged man appeared with a dozen subordinates. Walking towards the checkpoint.

Zhang Yong narrowed his eyes.

Huh, I guess this one is the new inspection team leader. I wonder if his surname is Wang?

The middle-aged man walked towards Zhang Yong. But he was stopped.

'I want to speak to your boss,' the middle-aged man said, frowning and speaking loudly.

However, no one paid any attention to him.

Zhang Yong certainly didn't bother to pay any attention to the other person. What's there to say? There's nothing to say!

Now I'm going to mess you up! How could I possibly give you the chance to speak? Take your time. There's no rush. Zhang Yong was best at doing bad things.

He had no experience with promoting positive energy. However, he had no teacher when it came to doing bad things.

When he doubted he had travelled back in time, he had clicked on the wrong skill tree.

'Zhang Yong, what do you want?' the middle-aged man raised his voice. He simply tore off his mask.

His voice was loud. It was also a bit aggressive.

Unfortunately, Zhang Yong didn't care.

Scream!

Scream your lungs out, no one will come to your aid!

I'd like to see who dares to call me! Haha. There's no phone around here either!

The middle-aged man opened his mouth and was about to swear. Suddenly, he saw Zhang Yong pull out a revolver and shoot at him. He was shocked. He quickly crouched down with his hands over his head.

'Pop!'

'Pop!'

Zhang Yong fired two shots in a row.

The bullets both hit near the middle-aged man.

His face suddenly changed.

He quickly turned around and ran.

Damn, Zhang Yong is crazy. He doesn't care about his life.

He actually fired a gun!

However, this was also a reminder that the other party was no good. It was directly aimed at him.

Or rather, it was directly aimed at the Wang family behind him.

Son of a bitch! He's gone completely mad.

The other people from the inspection team also started running back.

Some of them knew Zhang Yong. They knew that this guy was definitely crazy.

The previous team leader, Yuan Zheng, had a good relationship with Zhang Yong. Naturally, Zhang Yong also had a kind face. He didn't seem that bad. But now, this guy's true colours have come out, and he's immediately become fierce. He blocked the exit of the Wusongkou Wharf with a checkpoint, and as you can imagine, it will definitely not be removed easily.

After all this commotion, it is still unknown who will come out on top...

No. It must be Zhang Yong who wins.

That guy never fails. He destroys whoever he meets.

Those who had been Yuan Zheng's henchmen secretly hoped that the more trouble Zhang Yong caused, the better.

It would be best to get rid of the new team leader and have Yuan Zheng come back.

Someone was thinking about how to send Zhang Yong a message.

You have to hit the snake at the right spot...

'Team leader, I found out. The new inspection team leader is called Pan Laibin. His wife's surname is Wang.'

'I see.'

Zhang Yong nodded. So he is Wang's son-in-law.

No wonder he's so aggressive. Fine. He's the one I'm going to mess with.

Take your time.

There's no rush.

'Son of a bitch...'

Pan Laibin returned to his office, furious and impatient.

Damn it, Zhang Yong, you son of a bitch, you've actually barricaded yourself in the door. This is really too much.

Less than 30 metres from the door, there's a checkpoint, it's like rubbing salt in the wound. How dare he ride roughshod over me.

This is intolerable!

Relying on being Wang's son-in-law, he didn't suffer much before coming to Shanghai.

Although the Wang family is not as prominent as the Chiang or Soong families, they can still compete with the Kung family.

This time, he came to the Wusongkou Wharf to serve as the head of the inspection team to show the strength of the Wang family.

Unexpectedly, just two days after taking office, he was blocked by Zhang Yong.

This is a slap in the Wang family's face!

The problem is that the other side has many people and guns, even machine guns. The inspection team is no match at all. If the two sides fight, the inspection team will definitely be wiped out.

Annoyed.

Call. For help.

He just doesn't believe it. He will fix the other side.

The phone quickly connects.

And then...

'Who did you say?'

'Zhang Yong! He's from the secret service. Damn it, how dare he...'

Then he realises that the phone has hung up.

Pan Laibin: ?

What's going on?

Hey, hey, hey, I haven't finished yet! Why did you hang up?

Listen to me, his name is Zhang Yong!

Thinking it was a line problem, he hurriedly redialed the number, but the result was...

'Dudu du...'

'Dudu du...'

It was a busy signal. The call could not be connected.

Pan Laibin frowned. Could it be that there was something wrong with the other person's phone?

Find someone else. Find someone else.

There are so many capable people in the world, who is this Zhang Yong?

He immediately dialed another number. The other party answered quickly.

'Who?'

'Zhang Yong! That bastard from the Special Branch of the Restoration Society! He's at my doorstep! How dare he...'

Suddenly, he realised something was wrong.

Huh? Did the line just go dead again? No way!

Could it be that there was a problem with his line?

No way!

He frowned.

Calling two people in a row had been a waste of time.

Luckily, there were plenty of people he could call. He thought for a moment. Then he dialed a third number.

And it connected quickly. There was nothing wrong with his line.

'Who did you say?'

'Zhang Yong. Zhang Yong from the Secret Service of the Restoration Society...'

'Pop!'

A muffled sound came.

Then there was a busy signal.

Pan Laibin: ?

What's going on?

Did the phone line there just go dead again?

No way. What kind of day is this? Is the phone always disconnected?

Forget it, better get on to the fourth person.

Luckily, the line on his end was still working.

The fourth person picked up the phone.

'You said Zhang Yong?'

'Yes, yes, yes, that son of a bitch...'

'The one from the Fuxing Society Secret Service?'

'Yes, yes, yes, that's him! That son of a bitch...'

'Pop!'

Another muffled sound came from the phone.

It seemed like the other person had hung up the phone directly?

But Pan Laizhu didn't believe that the other person would hang up on him.

They were having a good chat, so why would they hang up?

I'm a Wang family member!

Damn, it must be the line again. This damn phone line is so unreliable!

The problem is, after finding four people, they couldn't continue the conversation because of the phone line. Should they continue looking for a fifth person? What if the phone line goes out again?

So angry!

Cursing the guys at the telecommunications office in secret!

One after the other, they can't even get the phone line right! The line goes out after just a few words!

I'm annoyed. I want to swear. But I don't know who to swear at.

I take the phone and look out of the office window. I can just see the exit. I can see Zhang Yong's makeshift checkpoint. I suddenly feel even more suffocated.

Damn it. Why does the other party have the nerve to... to dare to block my way...

'Captain...'

Suddenly, someone calls out cautiously.

Pan Laibin turns his head angrily. I just want to swear. Then I realise it's one of my trusted subordinates.

So he temporarily suppressed his anger and replied, 'What is it?'

'Just now, Minister Yu's goods need your signature on a release form...'

'What is a release form?'

'The driver said that as long as you sign, Zhang Yong's checkpoint can pass. The other party recognises your release form.'

'I sign?'

'Yes. Mainly you sign. Minister Yu's goods can go out.'

'Okay. I'll sign.'

Pan Laizhen suddenly felt happy. He took the pen and signed.

He thought Zhang Yong was something special. In the end, he still had to let the goods through, didn't he?

I've signed the release form, so who dares to stop me!

Those are Minister Yu's goods!

Swish, swish, swish, he signed with a flourish. Very satisfied.

'Go!'

'Yes.'

The subordinate handed the release form to the driver.

The driver took the release form, restarted the car, and arrived at the checkpoint.

Sure enough, Zhang Yong took the pass and ordered the truck to be let through. The truck loaded with cigarettes drove out of the dock.

Haha!

Pan Laibin saw this from the window and burst out laughing.

This Zhang Yong is just a paper tiger! He has to let people through just because of a piece of paper!

Pfft, he thinks he's so awesome! It's not as good as having my own signature.

So he waved his hand and shouted,

'Bring the pass!'