Anderson walked out of the café.

I was very surprised to see Zhu Yuan leading people to rush towards the person who delivered the telegram.

"Zhang, what are you doing?"

"Captain Zhu is arresting the Japanese."

"Telegram, Japanese?"

"Yes!"

"Really?"

Anderson was visibly skeptical.

Zhang Yong nodded. Representation is true. But it was not explained.

At this time, the messenger also seemed to sense the danger. Park now. Throw the bike away, then turn around and run.

"Chase!"

"Quick!"

Zhu Yuan and the others immediately caught up.

Anderson stopped talking.

Something seems to have happened?

"Is he really Japanese?"

"You'll know when you get it back."

"Are there any other Japanese?"

"Yes."

"Grab them all!"

"Mr. Minister, don't be impatient."

Zhang Yong turned around and entered the café.

Sit down.

Keep drinking coffee.

He doesn't really like to drink bitter things.

But......

Who told me that this was personally adjusted by Mei Lu?

No matter how bitter it is, you have to pretend to be delicious.

Catch the Japanese spy, don't be in a hurry. With so many Japanese spies, where can they go?

Within the map monitoring range alone, there are more than a dozen. With so many Japanese spies gathered together, maybe they wanted to take some violent action?

If only that were the case. Clean sweep......

It's a pity that when they saw the patrol arresting the one who sent the telegram, the other Japanese spies dispersed one after another.

Zhang Yong did not catch up.

Again, that's the same sentence. Catch Japanese spies. There is no hurry.

There is still a long way to go until August 15, 1945. I can't finish it.

Even after the surrender of the Japanese invaders, there were still a large number of Japanese spies disguised as Chinese who continued to lurk. The Japanese secret services completely destroyed their files.

As long as they themselves are not exposed, no one knows that they are Japanese spies.

Therefore, in a few decades, some fields, some people, may simply be the descendants of these Japanese spies......

"Grab them all! Their assets, all yours. Anderson said.

"Thank you!" Zhang Yong nodded calmly, "But, Mr. Anderson, I have one thing that I must make clear to you. Will you be able to withstand the pressure of the Japanese? ”

"Of course!"

"Please forgive my confession. I'm worried that when the time comes, you'll be pressured by the Japanese and you'll have to let them go. ”

"I swear to God that if I listen to the Japanese, I will never be able to return home."

"Uh......"

"I'd rather not be this minister, and I won't let the Japanese go! When the time comes, I'll leave them all at your disposal! ”

"In that case, then I'm relieved."

Zhang Yong nodded.

He judged that Anderson would most likely compromise in the end.

Because of Shanghai's public concession, the Ministry of Industry and the Bureau have already compromised. A Japanese assistant to the Commissioner of Police was arranged.

It was this assistant to the police commissioner who caused a lot of trouble for the Renaissance Society.

Zhu Yuan, the backbone of the patrol and arrest who was originally related to the Fuxing Society, was monitored by the Japanese, and it was no longer convenient for them to do things.

Previously, agents of the Renaissance Society were free to inject into the concession. After the Japanese came, it was no longer possible.

Now, Zhu Yuan has been transferred to Tianjin Weilai. Avoided the Japanese. It should be a lot easier.

However, if the Japanese put pressure on them, it would still be a troublesome matter.

"Zhang, I won't compromise."

"Understood."

Zhang Yong nodded.

There is a little hope. It's not big, though.

Some Britons have a backbone. You can't kill them all with a stick.

Let's hope Anderson is an anomaly.

In other words, as long as Anderson does not give in, the Japanese will not dare to come hard.

The British were beyond the reach of the whip. But the Americans can the Japanese! As long as the beautiful country launches economic sanctions, it will actually be very fatal to the Japanese.

Once the important strategic resources of oil, rubber, and scrap steel are restricted, the Japanese war machine will suffer a fatal impact.

Not a serious impact.

is a fatal effect.

War, in the final analysis, is a competition for resources.

Population is also a resource.

China is an agrarian country and is very backward. But the dependence on industrial resources is also less severe.

It can be supported by population resources.

Japan is a semi-industrial country. Dependence on oil, rubber, coal, iron ore and the like is severe. And they are homegrown, and there is a serious lack of these resources. So, it can't last. Once these resources are limited, the entire country collapses.

"Smack!"

Just then, a gunshot rang out.

Anderson stood up a little agitated.

Zhang Yong's expression did not move.

Continue to sit.

Keep drinking coffee.

Gunshots?

It's been numb for a long time.

When was there no gunfire in Tianjin Wei?

It wasn't his people who shot. It should be Zhu Yuan.

This guy, catch a postman, and shoot too? Despise him......

"What's going on?"

"We'll find out in a minute."

Sure enough, ten minutes later, Zhu Yuan escorted people back.

In late autumn weather, Zhu Yuan was actually sweating. It can be seen that in order to capture this Japanese spy, he also fought hard. The same goes for everyone else.

Zhang Yong was a little surprised. This Japanese spy is so difficult to catch? Do you have to use a gun in the end?

I took a casual look. It was discovered that the Japanese spy had been shot in the ass. Didn't hit the nail on the head.

After being caught, the Japanese spy was still very fierce. Several patrols didn't hold it down. It feels like the handcuffs don't work at all.

The Japanese spy has a lot of strength. It's as if you want to break free from the handcuffs.

In the end, Yang Zhi brought people up, directly tied up the Japanese spy, and beat him up again. Specializing in the waist. The Japanese spy is finally honest.

Professional people do professional things.

Zhu Yuan: They are patrolling. Frankly speaking, it is unprofessional to catch Japanese spies.

When the Japanese spy saw Yang Zhi and others making a move, he immediately couldn't be fierce. He also realized that he had met an opponent.

It's all in this business. It's useless to struggle. It will only make yourself miserable.

Why do you specialize in waist? Because my back hurts, I can't exert myself.

Moreover, a waist injury will not be fatal. will only lose the ability to resist.

"This turtle grandson can really run! Fly the cornices and walk the wall! Zhu Yuan said stupidly, "If we don't use our guns, we won't be able to catch him at all!" ”

"Really?" Zhang Yong nodded. Reach out and pat the Japanese spy on the shoulder.

Very friendly. A smile on his face.

Then look at the wound on his back again. Well, not fatal.

"You may be seated!"

"Who are you?"

"I'm your captor."

"Why are you arresting me?"

"Sit down and talk. Let's talk calmly. ”

Zhang Yong smiled slightly, calm, "Since I can catch you, it means that I have your information." Otherwise, what am I going to do with you? There is no point in your denial. I'm not going to force you to confess. Acknowledging your identity shouldn't be considered a betrayal of your organization! ”

"Who the hell are you?"

"Zhang Yong. Ever heard of it? Caught a lot of Japanese spies. ”

"It's you!"

"Look. You know my name. It shows that we are peers. Isn't it much easier to talk next? Rest assured, I won't ask you about confidential situations. Won't embarrass you. ”

"I ......"

The Japanese spy hesitated.

Reason told him that he shouldn't trust Zhang Yong.

However, if the other party just wants to know his name. It doesn't seem like an overly demanding.

Ultimately......

"Ma Chuan Yoshinori."

"How many years have you been lurking?"

"I refuse to answer."

"Okay!"

Zhang Yong did not continue to ask.

It is enough to be sure that the other party is a Japanese spy. The rest will come later,

Anderson only needs him to catch the Japanese spy. But it was not said how to interrogate. With such a small role, it is estimated that there is no valuable information.

Let.

Leave it to Zhu Yuan to deal with.

"Shet! He's really Japanese. "Anderson's face was very ugly.

He felt that he had estimated the situation too slightly.

Even the staff of the telegraph office in the concession were disguised by the Japanese. And what about the others?

It turned out that five hundred places were prepared, which may not be enough.

Fack! These damn Japanese. They all had to be caught one by one.

He wanted to purge all the Japanese in the British Concession.

Not a single one is left.

All clear!

"Zhang, you're amazing!"

"Prize!"

"Then I'll leave it to you."

"Mr. Anderson, I take the liberty of asking, is there any gain for me to do this?"

"I don't have any money. But I have weapons and ammunition. ”

"Okay, deal."

Zhang Yong nodded.

This Anderson is also a cunning lord.

Give yourself a temptation that you can't refuse right away. Weapons and ammunition!

At this moment, weapons and ammunition are worth more than gold.

Gold also needs to be converted into weapons and ammunition through other channels. Time-consuming and labor-intensive.

Of course, if it's personal consumption, that's another story.

However, when Zhang Yong's personal space was full of gold bars, he felt that the blind arrogance and lasciviousness seemed to be too small.

The point is that he alone can't spend much no matter how much he tosses.

Buy weapons. There are few channels. It takes a long time.

In the middle, someone else may take a large amount of money. Less than 30% of them may end up.

The British gave weapons and ammunition directly, eliminating the middlemen. It's actually a good deal.

"Take it away!"

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

Zhu Yuan then took the depressed Japanese spy away.

Kicked twice hard.

"Holy shit, it was so fierce just now!"

"Fuck you!"

As a result, the Japanese spies did not react.

and secretly despise them. Patrolling. What is it? Not professional at all?

What's the use of you spanking me? What's the use of pressing on my shoulder? To press must press the waist. Hold down the person's waist, and the person will not be able to struggle. I don't even understand this......

You see Zhang Yong's subordinates, they are very proficient in this. When he came up, he beat him in the waist.

Now, even if he has no handcuffs and no ropes, he can't actually struggle. Because my back hurts so badly. It's hard to even stand up straight. What else to talk about......

"Wait!"

Zhang Yong suddenly remembered one more thing.

The body stopped Zhu Yuan and the Japanese spy.

Turning to Anderson, he said, "Mr. Anderson, I have an additional request. ”

"Say it 1" Anderson was in a good mood.

"I'd like to get some people out of your concession prison. Some of them are strayers. Although I did something wrong. But the handiwork is very good. I need them to deal with the Japanese. ”

"Yes. If you catch a Japanese spy, you will take a person out of it. But murderers are excepted. ”

"It's not a trading condition."

"Of course. It's a verbal agreement. ”

"Good!"

Zhang Yong nodded.

The impression of Anderson has improved.

Of course, Anderson is definitely not a kind person, just a trade-off.

At present, the greatest threat to the British is the Japanese. On the contrary, the Chinese have become allies of the British. The British needed to use the strength of the Chinese against the Japanese.

The prisoners in the Concession Prison were of little value to the British. It's not as good as recycling.

"Captain Zhu!"

"It's coming!"

"You send someone to bring the Japanese spy back. We move on to catch the others. ”

"Good!"

Zhu Yuan was eager to try.

In Shanghai, he annoyed the Japanese.

It's a pity that the Ministry of Industry Bureau over there also has Japanese participation. Leads to passivity everywhere.

Looking for a relationship and transferring to Tianjin Wei, he finally got rid of the Japanese inside and could do a big job. He told himself that Zhang Yong was pointing wherever he was fighting. Whoever you say will be caught.

"I can't kill the Japanese!" Zhu Yuan said fiercely.

Zhang Yong: ......

All right. There is money. I appreciate it.

As long as you want to, the Japanese spy will never be caught. I can't make enough money.

Wave your hand and go.

The goal is right next to you. The distance is less than three hundred meters.

It's the people who wander around the neighborhood and seem to be spying on the café. I vaguely feel that this person is not simple.

The other party should not live here. Maybe you still have a telescope or something.

Sure enough, just after setting off, I found that the target began to move. They seem to have been noticed. So quickly detached.

Very alert.

Should be a professional.

It's hard to get started.

Drive in person. One foot on the throttle, accelerate.

Seeing that the target suddenly changed direction, it seemed that he wanted to get out of the concession. Immediately stop next to a phone booth.

"The Japanese spy wants to run. Go and make a phone call and close the concession exit. ”

"Good!"

Zhu Yuan immediately got out of the car and called.

Soon, all the entrances and exits of the concession were temporarily closed. All entrances and exits, the power of patrolling has also increased.

Most of the patrols began to be loaded with ammunition.

The Japanese spy apparently hadn't noticed a change in the situation. Continue towards the exit. When I got to the exit, I found that it was closed.

Hurriedly turned back. But it was too late. The car behind has arrived.

He is well-trained after all. Immediately flipped over his clothes, put on makeup as another person, and blended into the crowd.

It just so happened that near the entrance and exit of the concession, more and more people gathered.

Zhang Yong got out of the car slowly.

Zhu Yuan looked around suspiciously. I didn't find any of them as Japanese spies!

Nothing unusual seemed to anyone.

Zhang Yong took out a handful of beautiful mirror boxes and deliberately held them in his hands. Then he walked slowly towards the crowd.

Suddenly, someone pushed away the person next to him and fled desperately.

It's a young lad.

"Chase!"

Zhu Yuan hurriedly shouted.

He thought it was a Japanese spy.

Immediately lead someone to catch up. As a result, he was called back by Zhang Yong.

"It's not him!"

Zhang Yong shouted from behind.

Mistaken. Japanese spies are not this. The Japanese spy is still in the crowd.

Zhu Yuan: ???

No?

So what does he run?

Which is the Japanese spy? Didn't run?

Foolishly bring people back.

Zhang Yong stared at the direction in which the young man disappeared.

The lad was gone. But the white dots are still there.

It's not so easy to run a 350-meter straight.

Suddenly, Zhang Yong's mind moved.

However, it is a map hint that can be marked with a small white dot or a small red dot.

Directly displayed in numbers.

Then it will be tracked automatically.

Without thinking, Zhang Yong immediately marked the young man who ran away. In this way, you can judge at a glance the next time you meet him.

How much to mark?

1, of course. He can now mark five targets at the same time. Numbers from 1 to 5.

It's a lot easier.

The next time this young man appears nearby, the map will prompt, and he will know this number 1 at a glance, and he will know who it is.

In other words, you don't need to see the guy at all, you just need him to enter the map and know that he has reappeared.

Red dots are also available. But not for now.

The Japanese spy is in front of him. Very calm. also pretended to be curious and looked back at Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong came to his neighborhood. Raise your gun at him.

Zhu Yuan naturally understood immediately, and immediately led someone up and knocked the target down.

"Why did you arrest me?"

"Why did you arrest me?"

Subject yells angrily.

Zhang Yong stepped forward and patted him on the face, "What about the telescope?" ”

"What telescope? I don't know ......."

"I know you're using an eight-fold mirror. I could see it at a glance. ”

"Nonsense, it's obviously sixteen times ......"

"Sixteen times? Oh, I'm sorry, I looked away. ”

"You ......"

The Japanese spy is depressed.

Worst. It's been a cliché.

Unexpectedly, it was revealed like this.

"I'm not scolding you!" Zhang Yong continued to pat the other party's face, "I already knew that you were a Japanese spy." What about telescopes? ”

"I don't know." The Japanese spy is still hard-mouthed. It seems to be unyielding.

"Oh......" Zhang Yong waved his hand.

Two agents stepped forward, grabbed the Japanese spy, and pressed it to the exhaust pipe of the car.

An agent gets into the car. Start the car. Step on the gas.

"Boom ......"

Black smoke came out. Shroud the Japanese spy.

Zhu Yuan's eyes widened. Hardly dare to look more. The other patrols were also stunned.

Sky!

What kind of punishment is this?

Press the person against the exhaust pipe and block the exhaust pipe with the head?

That foot on the accelerator goes down......

Don't dare to think!

Don't dare to think!

Shudder. Hair on the back.

You can think of any vicious way. It's a human life!

"Ahem......"

"Ahem......"

Sure enough, the Japanese spy soon collapsed.

Stand.

I really can't stand it.

He felt like his head was going to be roasted.

"Are you willing to say it now?" Zhang Yong said lightly, "Since I can arrest you, it means that I have mastered your situation......"

I said. I say. I said...... "The Japanese spy is completely paralyzed.

It's miserable. Almost turned into a roast pig.

It's true. The whole person was blackened. The crash came unexpectedly.

I thought about resisting it before. He is not afraid of any tiger chair, chili water, or electric chair. But who would have thought that the exhaust pipe of a car would ......

"Okay, tell me, which secret service do you belong to?"

"Mayflower Group."

"What?"

"Mayflower Group."

"Uh......"

Zhang Yong wrote down the name.

Accidentally. Isn't it some secret service? I thought it was a Maochuan Mansion or something.

"Mission."

"We work exclusively for the British."

"Only for the British?"

"Yes."

"And which secret service do you belong to? Maochuan Mansion? Matsui Mansion? Tan Organ? Kiri's Organ? ”

"Neither. We are directly under the fifth class of the base camp. ”

"Base Camp Lesson 5?"

Zhang Yong remembered the name again. It seems to have a lot of origins.

Base camp. That is, it is not affiliated with any sending army? Even the Kwantung Army was under the jurisdiction of the base camp. The base camp was the highest command organ of the Japanese army.

Lesson 5......

Sort of somewhere?

"Who's your boss?"

"Hyakku Haruyoshi."

"Who?"

Zhang Yong was a little surprised.

This name, he has an impression. But the memory is not deep.

In the end, it seems that he did it as a lieutenant general?

"What else?"

"Our fifth lesson is dedicated to the British. Codename Flower. The sixth lesson is for Red Soviet Russia. Codename Bear. The seventh lesson is for the United States, codenamed Cow. Lesson 8......"

"Oh......"

Zhang Yong understood.

There are really a lot of spy agencies in Japan.

There are several special classes set up at the base camp alone. Even the Germans have it. Germany is the eighth lesson.

Judging from the arrangements of the spy organs, the ambitions of the Japanese invaders are not small.

Several of the world's major countries are included. Terrible. The human heart is not enough to swallow the elephant!

Mayflower, British, is kind of interesting.

The next time I see Minister Anderson, I may be able to increase the price again.

I've cracked a spy organization that targets you Britons. Can you British give a little more?

What are the benefits?

I'm also not very demanding. Let's have some Italian cannons!

(End of chapter)