Chapter 790: Fu Bo

Frown.

Think.

Ignore Lin Xiaoyan.

Some things, once you get them, they're not so mysterious anymore.

It's that female Japanese spy Lin Xiaoyan sent before who might be the fresh one. If there's a chance, you can have an in-depth exchange...

Squeeze her face.

Stop daydreaming!

Earn money!

Earn money!

What are you thinking about?

Women are all a source of trouble. You might not be able to control yourself. But money will.

Lift up the coffee. Take a sip.

'100,000?'

'Yes.'

'Dollars?'

'Yes.'

'Cash?'

'Yes.'

'Why are you in such a hurry?'

'I don't think that's any of your business. You want money, right? We'll give it to you.'

'Okay. Here.'

'First, you have to deal with those seven people.'

'I already did.'

'No. At least one of them is still alive.'

'No.'

'The one in the bakery is still alive.'

'He's dead.'

Zhang Yong was lying with his eyes wide open.

What do you mean, he's still alive? I said he's dead. My word is final.

'Take a picture for me.'

'It seems that you still don't trust me.'

'It's not that I don't trust you. It's that the people paying don't trust you. They're afraid you'll go back on your word.'

'Ridiculous! When have I, Zhang Yong, gone back on my word?'

'You did before...'

Lin Xiaoyan paused, unable to say what she wanted to say.

In the end, she bit her lip and kept quiet.

Zhang Yong must have gone back on his word before. But she couldn't argue with him.

There was nothing she could do, she was the one asking for help.

Besides, there was no point in arguing with a scoundrel like Zhang Yong.

'Pay up.'

'Okay. Here you go. But you have to keep your word. Otherwise, in the future, we won't do business with you anymore.'

'Where's the money?'

'I'll go call someone to bring it over.'

'Okay.'

Zhang Yong nodded.

Lin Xiaoyan stood up and made the call.

The entire Western restaurant had been booked by her. There were no outsiders.

There weren't even any service staff. They had all been cleared out.

Nodding thoughtfully.

This woman is, after all, from the Special High Tech Section.

Although the Special High Tech Section at this time is not the Special High Tech Section of the future, it is still...

not someone to be trifled with!

If they were to be used against the anti-Japanese elements, the anti-Japanese forces would definitely suffer losses.

However, if they were to be used against the Japanese military, it would be best to let the Japanese kill each other. Both the military and the Special High Tech Section are not worth dying for.

A flicker of the eyes. An idea had already formed.

When Lin Xiaoyan returned from making the phone call and sat down again, Zhang Yong said, intentionally or unintentionally, 'How is Prince Chichibu Yoshinobu?'

Lin Xiaoyan immediately looked up sensitively, frowning, "What did you hear?'

'Nothing," Zhang Yong shook his head immediately.

He lowered his head and drank his coffee.

Lin Xiaoyan frowned. She didn't say anything.

It was quiet.

Everyone was thinking their own thoughts.

Zhang Yong was actually purely picking a fight.

He didn't know what Prince Chichibu Yoshinobu had done recently.

However, throughout the 5,000 years of Chinese history, whenever anyone threatened the throne, it was definitely no small matter.

It so happened that this Prince Chichibu Yoshinobu was someone who could threaten the throne.

During the last 226 Incident, he had already made a move. I guess many people know about it. His name has become very taboo.

The Tokugawa forces were actually very weak. The Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Metropolitan Police Department were no match for the Japanese military. Therefore, a head-on confrontation was not an option. The military could wipe them all out with the deployment of a single regiment. The bodies were all hung on lamp posts. However, the Japanese military also had their own weak points. That was Prince Chichibu Yōhito.

At least, a small number of officers wanted to push Prince Chichibu Yōhito to the top.

The Meiji Restoration carried out by the Japanese invaders was not complete. The remnants of feudalism were still very strong. Everyone knew the weight of this contribution to the throne. Since they were not happy with Hirohito, they decided to find a way to push Prince Asaka to the throne.

Historical records show that Yamashita had such intentions. During the 2.26 Incident, he secretly contacted Prince Asaka and invited him to Tokyo, taking the opportunity to seize power. Although he ultimately failed, he did not get caught. He was not the only one who got away with it.

Who was it?

Who wanted to replace Hirohito with Asaka?

Zhang Yong didn't know.

But it didn't matter. He could help fuel the fire.

Stirring up trouble, stirring up a storm, making something out of nothing, turning black into white, calling a stag a horse, fishing in troubled waters...

These are all skills he is good at.

Whether Yongren has plans to seize power or not. But he must make sure that he is in the right.

Find an opportunity to directly make a plan for Yongren to seize power. Put it together with other plans, true and false, real and fake, and let the Japanese have a headache.

Harming people, he is still very good at it...

'Your navy is designing and building a very large battleship...'

'I don't know.'

'Heisuke Yanagawa's brother has provided us with some information...'

'Who?'

Lin Xiaoyan frowned.

She didn't know what Zhang Yong was trying to say.

She also didn't know which words Zhang Yong was telling the truth and which words were lies. So she didn't dare respond lightly.

Heisuke Yanagawa was an important representative of the Imperial Way faction.

Even if he has been driven out of the mainland. However, there is still a group of diehard middle and lower-level officers. They can still stage a coup at any time.

The current situation in Tokyo is still highly tense.

To prevent any unforeseen circumstances, the 2nd and 6th divisions, which entered Tokyo to suppress the rebellion, have not been withdrawn.

The 1st division, which participated in the incident, has already been completely mobilised to Jiamusi. No one is allowed to stay behind. Even family members. They must all move to Jiamusi.

Next to Jiamusi, the 4th Division was also stationed. It was tasked with the important duty of 'surveillance'.

'MacArthur...'

'Who?'

'MacArthur...'

'Who?'

Lin Xiaoyan was puzzled.

Zhang Yong was also puzzled.

How could the other party not know MacArthur?

Could it be that the Toko Branch was not focusing on intelligence from the south at all? Were they only concerned about the north, about the red polar bear?

It was possible.

After all, the Philippines are so far away from the Japanese mainland that they pose no threat. There has never been any competition with the Japanese in history. Naturally, they would not be listed as a target.

And the distant Americans also seem to be outside the enemy sequence of the Special High Section. Later, for some reason, the Japanese navy actually launched a strike on Pearl Harbor.

It was like committing suicide.

As if they couldn't let go. Throwing away the broken pot?

Quiet.

No one spoke.

Zhang Yong closed his eyes to rest.

'...cannot let him know that Mori Usamaru is the person from Chichibu...'

Suddenly, Lin Xiaoyan spoke.

He subconsciously opened his eyes.

He noticed that Lin Xiaoyan was quietly stirring the coffee. The spoon was turning, but not a sound was made.

Huh? Did she just speak? But what did she say?

Mori? Chichibu? Pill?

He suddenly came to his senses. Was this mind control?

No. It's not at the level of mind control. It's probably just fragmentary telepathy.

The system energy is insufficient, so mind control and stuff can only be displayed occasionally. The function is also limited to 'hearing' other people's thoughts.

No wonder Lin Xiaoyan reacted a little strangely when she heard the name of Prince Chichibu Yōjin just now.

It turns out that she was secretly worried about something.

Wait a minute. Mouri Pills, no, Mouri What Rabbit, and who is that?

The Mori family, Zhang Yong knows. He played the game before. He knows Mori Motonari. Liu Xi killed someone from the Mori family before.

The Mori family is still the feudal lord of the Choshu Domain. It probably still is. The Choshu Domain is the core of the Japanese army. Most of the important senior army generals come from the Choshu Domain. So, the Japanese navy is mad and wants revenge, so they are directly targeting the Mori family. This Mori family seems to be a bit unlucky?

Continue to close your eyes and relax. I hope to hear more information.

However, the system never responded again. I guess it ran out of energy again. Sigh. This broken system. It doesn't say anything.

Even if you want to spend money, you should say something! It's not like I don't want to...

A red dot entered the edge of the map.

Judging from the speed, it seems to be driving a small car?

I couldn't help but think of the Japanese spy who dressed up as a man before. She was indeed very beautiful.

Anyway, they are all consumables in the shadow of war. It's better to take advantage of them than to let others do it. Just like Lin Xiaoyan...

'Your people are here?' Zhang Yong opened his eyes.

'Almost.' Lin Xiaoyan nodded. 'You haven't answered me.'

'Answer what?'

'Disposing of everyone.'

'I told you, they're all dead.'

'No. I want to see their bodies for myself.'

'The grenades exploded. They were all blown to pieces.'

'Then I want to go to the scene too.'

'Are you doubting me?'

'I'm responsible to the person who paid. I have to assure him that everyone is dead. Not a single one is alive.'

'So...'

Zhang Yong paused. He lifted his coffee cup.

An absurd thought flashed through his mind, but he didn't grasp it. Only a little impression remained.

Why did the Japanese want to execute the seven Japanese spies so desperately? And why did they have to be sure again and again? Was it just because of the kidnapping case? It didn't feel that simple.

For a simple kidnapping case, the meticulous Japanese would not have so readily thrown out 100,000 US dollars!

You have to understand, that was 100,000 US dollars! At the time, that was a very large sum. If you were to buy Italian cannons with that, you could buy an entire artillery regiment!

Really, an artillery regiment often consists of 24 cannons. 100,000 US dollars could really buy an artillery regiment.

If it was fully equipped with ammunition, Li Yunlong really dared to attack Taiyuan...

'You want to follow me?'

'I want to confirm the whereabouts of everyone.'

'What if someone is still alive?'

Zhang Yong decided to call the shots.

Damn it, I'm tired of going around in circles with the other side.

I'll just be blunt. Someone is still alive. What do you want?

You're not going to give me the $100,000?

Haha. You're not? Then it's going to be a lot of fun.

Lin Xiaoyan is silent.

Zhang Yong is also silent.

After a long time...

'Zhang Sang, Yosuke Yamaguchi must die.'

'Because he was the mastermind?'

'Yes, this whole thing was his idea. Therefore, he must die.'

'Understood. I promise you. He must die.'

'Zhang San, I am your woman. Don't hurt me. I can give you everything. My only request is that you please don't hurt me.'

'Understood,'

Zhang Yong nodded. It means that this sugar-coated cannonball is very sweet.

Deeply in love. Unswerving. Swearing an oath. As long as the sea dries up and the rocks crumble, they will never break their promise. It's a bit incongruous for them to appear in a spy drama.

Remember: This is a spy drama. Not a romance. Not a soap opera.

As long as you pay, you won't be harmed.

And we can even give you a good makeover!

Finally, a red dot appeared in the field of vision. It was indeed the Japanese spy dressed as a woman.

She's really busy! Every time, she sends money. Is she not afraid of being robbed?

The beautiful Japanese spy did indeed come in a small car. She parked in front of the Western restaurant. Then she got out of the car. She carried a suitcase and entered.

She places the suitcase at Zhang Yong's feet. Then she steps back. Standing to one side, she watches Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong casually opens the suitcase.

Inside are bundles of US dollars. All of them are $10 bills.

There are 100 bills in each bundle, which is $1,000. There are 100 bundles, which is $100,000. No wonder he needed a suitcase.

No wonder he needed a parcel, not an envelope, for the $10,000.

Now there's a slight problem. Zhang Yong can't fit all of the $100,000 into his carry-on luggage.

It takes up a bit too much space. There's not enough room.

Oh no...

What to do?

He can only find a place to store it.

The best place to do this is, of course, Citibank.

Gu Xiaoru works at Citibank.

But it's nighttime! Citibank is closed. What to do?

He can only wait until morning.

'Go ahead,' Lin Xiaoyan says.

'Yes,' the cross-dressing Japanese spy agreed, bending over and turning away.

Silence.

A long time passed.

Lin Xiaoyan whispered, 'Zhang Sang, I've booked a room, let's go up and rest...'

...

It was late at night.

Deep in a corner. A single lamp shone like a tiny bean.

This was a small grocery store. Hidden in a narrow corner.

It was late at night. The shopkeeper was about to close up.

'Ding dong!'

Suddenly, something drops in front of him.

The shopkeeper peers outside. He doesn't see anything. So he turns back inside.

'Ding dong...'

Suddenly, there's another noise outside.

The shopkeeper immediately becomes alert. Instead of peering outside, he turns around and walks back.

A moment later, there's a pistol at his waist. It's loaded. He's on full alert. However, it's quiet. There's no more noise.

'Ding dong...'

Suddenly, the sound came again.

The shopkeeper immediately took the gun in his hand and cautiously peeked out.

However, there was still nothing outside. It was dark in the distance. He couldn't see anything. It was a bit spooky.

'Ding dong...'

The sound continued.

At this time, the shopkeeper finally noticed something.

It turned out that a stone had rolled off the roof. It hit the ground and made a dull sound.

He became even more alert. Someone was doing this on purpose. Most likely, they were targeting him. He didn't know who it was. But it definitely wasn't a friendly visit. So he retreated, huddling in the corner. The gun pointed out the door.

'Ding dong...'

'Ding dong...'

The sound came intermittently.

Sometimes it was half an hour apart. Sometimes it was ten minutes. It was irregular.

Often, when you think it might be over, the sound continues. So the shopkeeper's spirit is always on high alert, never daring to let down his guard.

Ten o'clock...

Twelve o'clock...

Three o'clock...

The shopkeeper gradually becomes a little fuzzy.

Although he is also trained, being on high alert for such a long time will also make him collapse.

Unconsciously, his consciousness becomes a little fuzzy.

Suddenly, he feels something is wrong.

A figure appears in front of him.

He suddenly woke up. Then he saw the other person clearly. He was shocked.

Why was it him?

'Mori...'

The voice stopped abruptly.

He was cut across the throat with a knife.

The dark figure quickly searched for something and then left.

The night was quiet.

There was no more ding-dong, ding-dong sound...

When he woke up in the morning, he could still smell the fragrance.

Lin Xiaoyan had already gone. Last night was really intoxicating!

The tenderness of a beautiful spy can really melt anything.

Even though he knew that the Japanese would surrender unconditionally in 1945, he couldn't resist her tenderness.

Beautiful and charming...

Compliant...

Gentle and considerate...

Which hero could resist?

As the saying goes, even a hero can't resist a beautiful woman...

The beauty trap is the most brilliant because even though you know it's a trap, you're willing to fly into the fire.

Fortunately, Zhang Yong is no hero. He is scum. So, the sugar coating is eaten. The cannonball is thrown back.

No harm, no foul. He didn't hurt the other person.

Everything was consensual.

Hehe...

Get up.

Wash up.

Get dressed. Then start making phone calls.

Where to? To Citibank, of course. He has a bride-to-be working there.

'Hello, my name is Zhang Yong, I'm looking for Gu Xiaoru.'

'One moment.'

'Thank you!'

Zhang Yong waited patiently.

Soon, Gu Xiaoru picked up the phone.

'I'm at work!'

'I'm calling to deposit some money.'

'How much?'

'US$150,000.'

'That much?'

'It's very little.'

'Come over here! I'm at my post!'

'No. Deposit it into your account.'

'My account?'

'Yes. Yours.'

Zhang Yong repeated emphatically.

He couldn't deposit it into his account.

Someone might find out.

It was too much trouble to use a fake name.

And he didn't have time to deal with all those dollars.

And he couldn't hand them over to Song Ziyu either.

After all, she was a Song. What if she let something slip? That would be bad. Safety first.

That lady was as sharp as a tack when it came to money. Ten Song Ziyus couldn't resist her.

You can't put all your eggs in one basket...

'For me?'

'Not for you. For you to keep for me. Invest it for me.'

'Invest it?'

'If it makes money, it's yours. If it loses money, it's mine.'

'Really?'

'Of course. When have I ever lied to you?'

'Well, you've got me so excited, I can't wait to go with you after work.'

'In ten minutes, come out the door.'

'Okay,'

Gu Xiaoru agreed.

Zhang Yong hung up the phone. Then he began to organise his space.

He cleared out the extra US dollars. He put them in the suitcase. He gathered enough to make 150,000 yuan.

Then he took the suitcase and left the house.

He led his team to the entrance of Citibank. Sure enough, Gu Xiaoru was waiting for him on the steps in a little black suit.

Zhang Yong stopped the car. He got out. He handed her the suitcase. She immediately gave him a kiss.

'Thank you!' she said happily.

'Don't skimp,' Zhang Yong reminded her, 'Invest more in the military industry. It's a sure profit.'

'Okay. The military industry,' Gu Xiaoru replied sweetly.

Zhang Yong then took his leave.

He was willing but unable!

He had been drained by Lin Xiaoyan last night.

Leaving the concession.

He saw a yellow dot at the exit.

Well, is this guy Li Yuanqing always on duty?

I wonder how this guy is doing with the case of the seal of the Ministry of Public Works. He stands here on guard every day, doesn't he need to investigate the case?

I'm puzzled.

So I stopped the car. I got out. I walked towards Li Yuanqing.

Li Yuanqing naturally saw me. He remained indifferent. When Zhang Yong came up to him, he said slowly, 'Team Leader Zhang, are you feeling better?'

'No,' Zhang Yong shook his head, 'last night there was another shortfall of several hundred million. But I've let go of it.'

'It's rare to see you so carefree, Captain Zhang. It's a good thing.'

'It may not be a good thing. But, Captain Li, I'm curious, you've been standing here the whole time, not doing any work?'

'Thanks to you, Captain Zhang, the concession is calm now, nothing major is happening.'

'Oh? Why do you say it's thanks to me?'

'As long as you, Captain Zhang, don't come to the concession, there won't be anything major happening there.'

'...! @#¥%...'

Zhang Yong wanted to curse at him.

Really. Bullying me again.

Fine, you're the Reds, you're great. I can't provoke you.

But I can hide.

'By the way, let me ask you something,' Zhang Yong was determined to make things difficult for the other party, "do you know who Mori Usamaru is?'

'What do you want to know that for?" Kurimoto Seiji frowned. Then he looked around.

Zhang Yong immediately sensed that there was something going on.

He immediately put aside the displeasure in his heart.

This was his strength. As long as there was a benefit, he could temporarily forget about the grudges.

'Because I was calculating the I Ching last night, I accidentally calculated an odd name. But I've never heard of it...'

'Yosuke Yamaguchi.'

'What?'

'Yosuke Yamaguchi is Mori Usamaru.'

'What?'

Zhang Yong was suddenly stunned.

Kurimoto Se...

He actually knows everything!

Oh my!

How did he know?