Chapter 796: Dai Li, it really is not something!

The one from Tiananmen, take it.

The one from Gongdelin, absolutely not.

After putting Qi Jiuding down in the car, Zhang Yong went to trouble Dou Yishan with a smile on his face.

Before leaving, he also gave Qi Jiuding 500 francs. It was seized last time. It is very useful in the French concession. It is even more useful than the US dollar.

At this moment, the French were arrogant to an extreme. In the French concession, some goods or services were only charged in francs.

No US dollars.

No British pounds.

Not even gold or silver coins. Only francs.

If you don't have francs, the boss will look at you with condescending eyes. As if you were an inferior pariah.

Who would have thought that such arrogant people would be easily defeated by the Führer?

Indeed, pride makes people lag behind!

Arrived at Avenue Joffre.

The main roads in the French concession are named after French generals.

The names of the main roads in the French concession, such as Avenue Joffre, Avenue Pétain and Avenue Foch, are all those of famous French generals from World War I. It was they who led the French army to victory.

However, those who rested on their laurels soon discovered that there was someone called the Führer who had risen too quickly.

In the end, Pétain signed the surrender agreement on behalf of the French.

Thirty years ago, he was the victor.

Thirty years later, he was the loser.

The turn of history was so astonishing. It could not be measured by common sense.

Huh?

Suddenly, Zhang Yong saw a few blond foreigners.

Upon closer inspection, he realised that they were Klinsmann and the others. There were five of them in total. Three of them were carrying guns.

Judging from their appearance, it seemed that they were also heading towards Avenue Foch. However, they were walking.

That was strange. Did Germans like to walk?

He waved his hand quietly. Stop the car. Get out of the car.

Purely out of curiosity.

Zhang Yong wanted to know how the German Gestapo actually did its work.

When people talk about the Gestapo in later generations, they say that they committed countless crimes. But there is very little detailed information about how they did their work.

Did they all just go around with people like Klinsmann?

A dense group of weapons symbols appears at the edge of the map. They are arranged in neat rows.

Judging from the symbols, they are probably French soldiers.

This side uses Annamese policemen. In other words, they are Vietnamese. They don't have guns.

He raises his binoculars. He can see the end of Avenue Foch. A group of French soldiers is approaching. There must be about fifty of them. He doesn't know if they are on a routine patrol or just happened to be there.

Klinsmann and the others have also noticed the German soldiers. They stand on the street corner and watch silently.

The French soldiers walk past them.

Well, that was a harmonious scene.

It's the end of May 1936. There are still four years to go...

He nods thoughtfully.

The international situation is really changing rapidly in the next few years!

He mused darkly about what he could do to get some benefit for himself. How to maximise his interests...

Suddenly, a red dot appeared at the edge of the map. It had a weapon symbol.

Zhang Yong frowned. He waved his hand. He signalled for everyone to hide.

Japanese invaders.

Armed.

This is not simple.

Sure enough, the Japanese invader was getting closer and closer.

It was actually driving. No symbol. Probably a novice. Motive and intent unknown.

A small black car. No number plate. It is approaching from the east side of Avenue de Friedland and heading west. As it passes Klingsmann and the others, it suddenly slows down and then fires...

'Da-da-da...'

'Da-da-da...'

The gunfire is very intense.

In an instant, the unsuspecting Klingsmann and the others are felled.

Zhang Yong: ?

He is shocked.

This is...

The Japanese soldier is shooting at the Germans?

The Japanese want to assassinate the Germans?

That doesn't make sense!

How could they assassinate the Germans?

In the short time, Zhang Yong's mind flashed with countless thoughts, but he couldn't come to a conclusion.

Then, he quickly made a wise decision.

Get the team and get out of there.

He didn't want any more complications.

He already had a lot on his plate, and with this assassination, there would be even more.

It would be impossible to finish everything. It was simply impossible. It was better to avoid it.

As for the Japanese spy, he decisively threw away a sign.

What if he needs it in the future?

You can't predict the future. He's never in on the good stuff, but he's always in on the bad stuff.

Conan's physique...

As soon as the gunshot rang out, the French soldiers who had just passed by immediately ran back. They were pretty quick. They were professionals after all. The Japanese spy didn't expect to see French soldiers ahead, so he hurriedly changed direction and fled from the fork in the road. As a result, some of the French soldiers followed. There was a brief moment of chaos.

However, none of this had anything to do with Zhang Yong.

He led his team away from Avenue Foch. They needed to find somewhere to rest their feet.

He didn't reappear until Avenue Foch had returned to normal. He was secretly glad that he had avoided another problem.

However, another Japanese spy had appeared at the edge of the map. It was the same one that had been marked.

The guy who had assassinated Klinsmann had not run far. He was hiding nearby. He was very brave.

Although I don't really want to get involved in this matter, I still feel uncomfortable seeing a Japanese spy marked on the map. Should I arrest him first?

'Team leader, we've arrived.'

'Hm.'

Zhang Yong brought his thoughts back to the present.

The team did not go directly to the Paris Night Club by the Sea.

After all, this place was also a den of evil. There were a lot of gunmen inside. It was very dangerous.

The map showed that within the Paris Night Club by the Sea, there were densely packed weapons symbols. It was impossible to tell how many weapons were inside.

It is likely that there is one for each person. This is even more exaggerated than Bichiboluo's Club.

If you rush in recklessly, the consequences will be severe.

'Feng Yunshan.'

Zhang Yong waved his hand behind him.

This guy is hiding at the corner of the street behind him.

He and Dou Wanjiang are both Zhang Yong's protectors. But it is limited to Shanghai Beach.

As long as Zhang Yong is on Shanghai Beach, they will hide in the shadows and silently protect him. Preventing Zhang Yong from having any accidents.

However, if Zhang Yong takes a plane to go somewhere else, they won't be able to protect him.

They are human. Not birds. There is no way they can catch up with the plane.

Moreover, they are most familiar with Shanghai Beach. They are not familiar with other cities.

Soon, Feng Yunshan appeared.

Zhang Yong nudged towards the Paris Night Club at the sea not far away.

'Is there a way to sneak in?'

'Dou Yishan is not inside.'

'What?'

'I don't see Hu Sanba.'

'Hu Sanba, Dou Yishan's Uighur bodyguard.'

'What kind of people?'

'Uighurs.'

'Huh...'

Zhang Yong asked carefully.

It took a while to figure out that there were still Uighurs.

He had thought that this ethnic group had disappeared into the long river of history, or had changed its name. He never expected that it actually still existed.

Not only does it exist, but it also has a bit of a mercenary flavour. It's similar to the Qorgas. Husanba is a special term. Like the Manchu batulu, it means warrior. Those who can be awarded the title of Husanba are all highly skilled in individual combat. And Husanba is not just one person. It's a group of people.

'There are more than 50 of them. Dou Yishan personally recruited them back.'

'Oh? Aren't they here?'

'I haven't seen them. That's not normal.'

'Really?'

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

Since Feng Yunshan had said so, he should be right. He knew Dou Yishan best.

So where could Dou Yishan have gone?

Chongming Island?

He suddenly thought of Li Boqi.

It seemed that Li Boqi had been in Shanghai all along.

Maybe he knew something about Dou Yishan?

So he called back to the headquarters in Jige Lane. He was going to ask Li Boqi if he had returned.

Then the 167th Division should have finished their work.

'This is Zhang Yong...'

'Team Leader Zhang, Section Chief Chen is looking for you.'

'Who?'

'Section Chief Chen Qingquan.'

'Oh.'

'I'll connect you.'

'Okay.'

Soon, the phone was answered.

It was indeed Chen Qingquan's voice.

'Section Chief Chen, it's me, Zhang Yong. Zhang Shaolong...'

'Shaolong, I've finally found you. I'm telling you, something might have happened to your master.'

'Take your time. There's no rush.'

Zhang Yong was surprisingly calm. Something happened to Li Boqi?

What could have happened to him? He was a cunning and deadly guy. He was ruthless in his actions.

When I first met Li Boqi, I had a really bad first impression. Triangular eyes. A punch straight to the belly. He's no pushover.

The 167th Division was transferred from elsewhere and had no roots in Jinling. How could it cause trouble?

'Don't you believe it. I don't have a good sense of intuition.'

'Did the team leader call back?'

'Just that he didn't!'

'Did you call to ask?'

'I don't know the phone number!'

'Well...'

Zhang Yong wanted to say. It's not necessarily a problem!

Li Boqi is actually a very solitary person. I've never heard of him having any friends.

He hasn't called back. That's a good sign.

No news is the best news. Otherwise, someone would definitely have called back for help.

The 167th Division couldn't have killed everyone in the Special Services Agency of the Restoration Society. Unless all their officers wanted to die. Then they would really be chased to the ends of the earth. Boss Dai wouldn't be able to tolerate such a thing. The Chairman wouldn't be able to tolerate it either. It's the end of the world.

'Anyway, Shaolong, you have to be more careful.'

'I know.'

Zhang Yong nodded. He was about to hang up.

Well, I wanted to ask Li Boqi. Now I can't. And I worried for nothing.

Then suddenly he remembered something else. He asked,

"Where's Cao Mengqi?'

'...'

Chen Qingquan was silent.

Zhang Yong: ?

Something felt wrong.

He couldn't help but think of something bad.

'Something happened to Lao Cao?'

'No, not really...'

'Then...'

'He went to Fengtian on a mission.'

'Fengtian?'

Zhang Yong was momentarily stunned.

Fengtian, that's Shenyang! The headquarters of the Japanese Kwantung Army.

The previous Toiihara Kenji was in Fengtian!

Cao Mengqi went to Fengtian?

Oh my!

When did this happen?

Dai Li personally arranged it? Deliberately letting Cao Mengqi go to his death?

Good, sure enough, everything is a game of manipulation. Appearing to be friendly. But, he cut off his most capable assistant.

'Before...'

'That's it.'

Chen Qingquan hung up the phone.

Zhang Yong took the receiver. He felt a little angry.

He couldn't help starting to clench his fists.

Dai Li. Sure enough, he's not a good guy!

Before, he said that Cao Mengqi was going to Guangzhou. Who knew that he was actually going to Fengtian!

With Cao Mengqi's personality, if he went to Fengtian and ran into the Japanese invaders, he would be finished right there. That guy is okay at catching people. He's not at all suited to being undercover!

In Fengtian, there were Japanese invaders everywhere. As soon as the shooting started, the Japanese and their lackeys would swarm around like crazy. There was no way he could survive. Even if you had a few guns and an endless supply of bullets, you couldn't withstand the Japanese's crazy pursuit.

It's over...

I'm afraid Cao Mengqi is going to die a heroic death.

Zhang Yong doesn't stand a chance of saving him. There's really nothing he can do.

Then another thought occurred to him.

Did Li Boqi know that Cao Mengqi was going on a mission to Fengtian?

Dai Li couldn't have kept even Li Boqi in the dark.

If Li Boqi knew, did he try to stop it? Did he agree to it?

Frowning...