Could it be that gold and silver jewels were found?

Zhang Yong shook his head. The map is not shown. So, don't think about gold.

Perhaps, some ocean or something......

That Japanese spy didn't look like a rich man either.

Outcome......

Here's a package.

A corner of the package has been unpacked. Reveal what's inside. It's all fiat currency.

Brand new, brand new. All are $20 denominations. There seems to be a scent of ink as well.

"Uh......"

Zhang Yong reacted quickly.

This is a counterfeit currency printed by the Japanese invaders. Haven't had time to spend it yet.

Pick up a stack of them.

I have to say, the quality is good!

There are an estimated 5,000 of such a full package. Is it 100,000 fiat?

"Anything else?" Zhang Yong asked below.

"That's a lot." The person below replied.

More packages were then delivered.

Zhang Yong took a look. I found that the face value is not 20 yuan. The maximum is $10. Most of them are $5 or $2.

Each package contains about 5,000 sheets. Because the face value is small, the total amount is not large.

Strange, why did the Japanese invaders have such a small denomination?

It seems that the printing cost of counterfeit money is the same.

Is it easy to spend?

In other words, if it is a counterfeit currency, it is indeed easier to spend the small denomination.

After all, if the face value is large, it is not easy to circulate. It is often intercepted by banks. If there is a problem, it will also be discovered by the bank. So a lot of $5 and $2?

Doubt......

What does this Japanese spy do?

Why are there so many counterfeit coins here? Was it shipped from within the Japanese invaders?

The factory that printed counterfeit money was probably in Japan. The quality will be so good.

Counterfeit money, do you want it?

Absolutely!

Outsiders don't know it's fake.

Its quality is even better than the real thing. Take it out and use it.

It's better than the poor quality of the ones that Lao Jiang secretly printed.

"Team leader, and the radio."

"Is there a codebook?"

"Nope."

"Oh......"

Zhang Yong frowned secretly.

Something didn't feel right.

Why are there only radio stations and no codebooks?

Don't the Japanese invaders need a codebook to receive and send telegrams? Or is the codebook right next to it?

Wait a minute......

Zhang Yong looked around.

Suddenly, I saw a copy of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" in the corner.

Hey?

Three kingdoms? Book?

There is such a book in the home of this Japanese spy?

Wrong......

How can ordinary people have books at home?

I don't know a word. How is it possible to read a book?

Ghosts......

Immediately pick up the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

Sure enough, it was found that there were some special symbols inside. Seems to be marking something.

Glad.

I'm sure this book must have something to do with passwords.

However, it is useless to simply have books. Because there may be a good layer of mathematical transformations in between.

When she slept with Li Jingzhi before, she once said that numbers are addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, and there are squares and squares. There are also equal difference series, proportional series, increasing series, decreasing series, and so on. There are also various functions. Listen to Zhang Yong's head wide. He used to be most afraid of math when he was studying.

Some of the symbols in this book may be numbers representing a certain interval and need to be changed in a certain way. The more advanced the password, the more ways it can change. One change may be followed by more changes. If outsiders want to use the exhaustive method to crack it, it will be impossible for eight lifetimes.

Shake one’s head.

The purely intelligent activity of deciphering codes is not suitable for him.

"Yang Zhi."

"Here."

"Send someone to send this Romance of the Three Kingdoms back to the Telecommunications Department and hand it over to Li Jingzhi."

"Yes."

Yang Zhi immediately arranged for someone to go.

Zhang Yong continued to search the house. I didn't find anything.

So the team was closed.

Count fiat currency. Then pack and take away.

All of them were sent back to the headquarters in Ji'e Lane. Give it to Chen Qingquan.

Fiat money should be spent as soon as possible. Otherwise, it will depreciate.

At this time, the target old beggar is still within the monitoring range of the map. But it never stopped.

Originally, Zhang Yong thought that the old beggar might hide in a safe house. Then he quietly approached. The water that surrounds it is impassable. Then dozens of grenades were concentrated and smashed into it, blowing it to pieces. Unexpectedly, the other party was always wandering.

What to do?

Stupid way. Keep chasing.

See if you can intercept from the front. Plug it head-on.

Just about to act......

Hey?

Suddenly, a red dot enters the edge of the map and heads straight for itself.

I thought it was the killer of the Japanese invaders. But it's not boring.

Oh, maybe I'm here to get fiat.

The Japanese spies have stored a large amount of fiat currency here, which should be sent out.

After all, the spy profession needs financial support.

is like "Borrowed Gun", which is indeed too shabby. Everything has to be solved by yourself. Time and effort are wasted.

The Japanese are also semi-industrial, and they use counterfeit money as espionage funds, killing two birds with one stone.

It not only solves the problem of funding, but also hits the enemy's economy.

In fact, the use of spies to release a large amount of counterfeit money to cause inflation is also a common means in the struggle between friend and foe.

During World War II, the Germans had imitations of the pound sterling. The British also had copies of the mark.

It's just that the Japanese would definitely not have imagined that without them printing counterfeit money, the fiat currency would depreciate rapidly.

The speed at which counterfeit money is printed is far from keeping up with the rate at which fiat currency depreciates.

The Japanese secretly printed 1 million, and Lao Jiang had already printed 10 billion.

The Japanese spies are also worried that Indo's view may lead to a situation out of control. On the contrary, Lao Jiang's side is not worried at all. Start the printing press and print hard.

By the middle and late stages, the quality of the paper used for fiat currency was already quite poor. In particular, the water resistance is very poor. Once soaked in water, it quickly decays.

"Yang Zhi."

Zhang Yong gestured quietly.

It means that a Japanese spy has arrived. Order everyone to lay an ambush.

Soon, the Japanese spy came to the gate of the courtyard. The probe looked inside. Didn't see anyone.

Zhang Yong discovered that the Japanese spy was another rickshaw driver.

Good guys, kill two birds with one stone!

Rickshaws can pull goods and people. You can also run around.

Move the counterfeit money to the top of the rickshaw and you can deliver it everywhere. Japanese spies elsewhere will soon be able to get counterfeit money.

"Third uncle!"

"Third uncle!"

The Japanese spy shouted at the door.

No one answered. He immediately realized something was wrong.

Hurriedly turned around and ran.

Zhang Yong gestured.

Arrest!

The agents who were lying in ambush outside immediately swarmed up. Trying to hold the rickshaw driver down.

I thought it was an easy job. Unexpectedly, this rickshaw driver is actually very tenacious and has considerable strength. actually broke free from the round-up of three agents.

No way, they're all newbies. I'm not very familiar with actual combat. At the same time, it is not ruthless enough.

If it's a veteran, step on your ankles when you go up. Step on the calf. Or push your arms behind your back.

If the Japanese are struggling, they will directly break their calves. Or break the arm. So that if you don't die, you will be crippled.

Swish!

The Japanese drew their swords.

Zhang Yong's eyes sank. Oh, and knives?

Dagger. Pretty sharp.

But the map doesn't show up.

Obviously, the map doesn't prompt cold weapons.

So......

The Japanese wielded daggers, ready to put up a stubborn resistance.

Zhang Yong took out the shell gun.

"Smack!"

"Smack!

Raising your hand is two shots.

It was supposed to be a leg punch. Outcome......

Missed.

All of them were on the Japanese spies.

The Japanese spy fell on the spot. The body is twisted. Don't move.

The dagger in his hand was also loosened.

Zhang Yong: ???

He's dead?

No way? Hit the nail on the head?

Alas, my marksmanship is still a bit terrible! Seems to be the other way around?

I see......

The next time you want to hit the leg, you have to aim for the body.

If it's going to be deadly, aim for his legs.

Well, remember......

But the map says the red dot is still there. It shows that the Japanese spy has not yet lost his breath.

That......

Zhang Yong went up with a barge gun.

It was discovered that the Japanese spy was indeed shot in the body and was dying.

Never mind. Too lazy to save.

Raise the muzzle. To the head of the Japanese spy.

Syllable!

Syllable!

Syllable!

Pull the trigger continuously.

Still out of breath? Then I'll send you a few more bullets.

Finally......

The Japanese spy was breathless.

The red dots displayed on the map have also disappeared.

Get.

Call it a day.

Others dismantled all the rickshaws. Didn't find it. So he gave it up.

"Let's go!"

Take the team and continue to catch the old beggar.

The map shows that it is still more than three hundred meters away. Still moving.

It stands to reason that the old beggar should be able to hear the gunshots. However, this old fellow did not go far.

Perhaps, it was the sound of gunfire that made him curious?

That's what curiosity kills the cat.

Suddenly, the old beggar stopped going in circles, but moved to the southwest.

Zhang Yong immediately led someone to follow.

I vaguely felt that the nearby terrain was somewhat familiar. I seem to have been here.

Oh, remembered. It's the Ordnance Agency.

When I was a street walker before, I used to come here. But I didn't pay much attention to it.

The old beggar seemed to be heading towards the Ordnance Bureau.

The map shows that it actually came to the door of the Ordnance Department. It stayed for more than ten seconds.

It was these ten seconds that allowed Zhang Yong to shorten the distance to two hundred meters.

Ordnance enters the map range. A large number of weapon emblems appear.

Ignore.

That's from the Ordnance Agency. Weapons and ammunition, of course, are plentiful.

Most of the imported weapons and ammunition need to be sampled here. Confirm that there is no problem. And then it was distributed.

Take a closer look. There are no red dots in the Ordnance Department. It shows that there are no Japanese spies.

However, there are two yellow dots. Explain that there is an underground party.

Not bad. The vitality of the Red Party is really tenacious. At such a low ebb, you can still lurk undercover in the Ordnance Bureau.

Pretend not to know.

Prepare to pass through the gate of the Ordnance Department. Keep catching up.

The old beggar seemed to know that someone was chasing after him, and after leaving the Ordnance Bureau, he immediately accelerated his speed and absconded.

Suddenly, a weapon sign quickly rushed out of the Ordnance Bureau.

Hey? So fast? Is it a car?

Hurry to check. The discovery is the silhouette of a large truck. Blazing fast.

There was only one person in the car. It's the driver.

Eccentric......

What is he going to do?

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

I heard someone shouting.

It seems to be a sentry of the Ordnance Department. They tried to intercept the big trucks.

Something went wrong......

Zhang Yong reacted immediately.

However, instead of stopping, the big truck accelerated.

"Bang!"

"Boom la la ......"

There was a jumble of noises.

Zhang Yong saw with his own eyes that a large truck broke through the barricade at the entrance and rushed out of the Ordnance Bureau.

Blazing fast. It's as if the throttle is in the tank.

What's going on?

Zhang Yong's subconscious feeling was wrong.

This is......

Rushing to yourself?

It seems to be ......

The driver is clearly in the right direction......

Reflexively, immediately take refuge to the side. As a result, the big trucks still rushed up.

Made!

There is a case! Wrong!

Weapon signs on the car, probably explosives!

Damn!

A cart of explosives?

"Stop it!"

"Stop it!"

Zhang Yong hurriedly shouted.

Then it became clear that something was wrong.

How to stop it? That's a truck!

Probably still a fully loaded truck! That inertia, that mass, how to stop?

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

Without thinking, change the order immediately.

Made. Look for death!

I'll kill you first.

"Click......

"Click......

Everyone opened fire at once.

Dense bullets hit the front of the truck.

The white dot disappears instantly. Indicates that he has been killed. But the truck continued to rush forward.

The driver was killed and did not let go of the accelerator.

Wrong.

It should be that the throttle is stuck. Can't let go at all.

"Grass ......"

"Bad ......"

Zhang Yong suddenly realized a problem.

There were explosives on board!

In case of detonation......

However, it was already too late.

In the frenzied strafing fire, the big truck exploded.

There was a cloud of white light in front of him......

Zhang Yong hurriedly closed his eyes.

At the same time, it doesn't feel good.

Finished......

I'm too close......

A truckload of explosives exploded, and that got ......

Really......

The next moment, Zhang Yong felt that he had ascended to heaven.

It seems that some overwhelming force has knocked itself into the air. Volley tumbling. It's like defeat. Then hit the ground hard.

But consciousness is awake. I knew that I was blown away by the explosion wave.

Sure enough, the distance was too close, and that's it.

If there is a third perspective, it is definitely the same as in a Hollywood blockbuster.

was blown up directly into the air, and then the buttocks were backwards, the sand fell to the ground. Directly on the ground are smashed out of the big crater.

And then......

There is no then.

I feel like I'm on the ground. Critical hits.

Consciousness is rapidly blurred.

Yes......

Made......

Lao Tzu is going to die......

Plotted.

The Japanese spy used a truckload of explosives to plot against himself......

Lao Tzu is unwilling......

Die......

Utterly plunged into darkness......

……

Distance.

Roof.

A Japanese spy holds a telescope.

Seeing the flames rising from the explosion, he hurried downstairs and went to the neighborhood to make a phone call.

"Ando-kun, the rice balls have been delivered to the guests."

"Did he eat it?"

"I'll confirm it right away."

"Be quick!"

"Yes!"

……

Shanghai.

Wusongkou Wharf.

A freighter flying a plaster flag slowly approached the shore.

On the dockside, there are Japanese people dressed in black.

They moved the iron crates one by one from the freighter. Every iron box is heavy. It takes two people to lift.

Nearby, there is also a Japanese transport ship.

Those who disembarked from the ship were all fully armed Japanese soldiers.

They are Japanese marines. They were going back to the Hongkou Japanese Theater and were stationed.

Far away on the horizon, a Japanese destroyer cruised.

The plaster flag hanging from the mast was shocking......

……

Atlantic Ocean.

Location close to the Cape of Good Hope.

Five Italian-flagged freighters are sailing across the vast sea.

In the evening, the waves are sparkling and glittering with gold.

The freighter is loaded with parts and components of the aircraft.

"Twenty days to go......"

A captain estimates the trip. Looks pleasant.

This trip to the East is the itinerary of his dreams.

The shipping costs are very pleasing to the eye. He was satisfied.

Moreover, he is also interested in that mysterious eastern power.

After arriving at his destination, he must stay there for a while to enjoy the ......

Suddenly, the communicator rustled.

Immediately, someone's voice was heard—

"Captains, beware, there may be a storm at the Cape of Good Hope......"

"Captains, beware, there may be a storm at the Cape of Good Hope......"

……

Jinan, Quancheng.

Evening. Night falls. Heaven and earth are vast.

There is a person. Wear a caftan. Wear sunglasses. Carrying a box. Enter the city.

The lights are on. The faint light from behind stretched his shadow long, long......

……

Across the ocean. Detroit. Motor City.

An American stands on a tall building, looking through the glass at the dense crowd of cars outside.

Frown.

Distress.

These cars are in stock. Can't sell.

However, the production line could not be stopped. If the production line is stopped, the company will pay a greater price.

Alas......

Headache......

Cars are unsalable, please help us......

……

Hamburg, Germany.

"Tata Tower ......"

"Tata Tower ......"

The sound of neat footsteps came. Deafening.

The people on both sides of the road cheered. Active little ones even climbed up trees.

Their eyes were full of envy.

Everyone was excited. It was as if I saw the hope of rebirth.

It was a team of Wehrmacht performing a parade show.

They are heavily armed.

They are tall and burly.

They vowed to avenge their past failures.

They swore that they would give everything for the Führer!

……

England. Portsmouth.

This is the largest military port of the Royal Navy. The extravaganza is fading.

The warships that had been assembled before were being inspected by Admiral Winston Churchill and were leaving port one after another.

Among them, there was a refurbished, slender battle cruiser, which performed very well.

It was the Hood. It was praised by Churchill.

Although it is an old battleship. However, its appearance is still the best. The speed is also the fastest. The 381-mm gun was no slouch either.

If an enemy ship is spotted, the Hood remains a sharp sword.

It pierces through all enemies.

At least, that's what Churchill thought......

The Royal Navy is impossible to defeat......

……

Marseille, France.

A grand polo match is taking place here.

In the arena, there was a sea of people. The next day's newspaper mentioned that 30,000 people had watched the game.

Enthusiastic spectators, generously taking out francs, bet on their favorite teams.

According to reports, one of the most eye-catching matches was worth 3.5 million francs!

However, this is only Marseille.

Marseille, on the other hand, is not the largest city in France.

In Paris, in Lyon, there are even more blooming races. There are more people who bet.

The French people are fully enjoying singing and dancing.

They feel world peace.

Because, the French army is the most powerful in the world. Not one of them.

In Alsace and Lorraine, some rejoiced, others remained silent. Here, everything seems to be divided into two worlds.

In the Alps. It's summer though. It is still full of tourists.

They are enjoying life to the fullest.

Life......

Fine......

……

finally

Zhang Yong woke up......

[To be continued]

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