"That's the radio station!"

"He's really a spy!"

"yes!"

"I really didn't expect..."

With the discovery of the radio station, the crowd of onlookers no longer had any doubts.

How could an ordinary person carry a radio?

They also know that this thing is very rare. Only the army has it.

Ruan Qingtong's eyes sparkled.

This man is truly amazing!

How did he identify a spy? Does he have a sharp eye?

There were so many people in the caravan, and three spies were captured accurately without making any mistakes. It is simply incredible!

No wonder Liao Panxi strongly recommended him, saying that he was the most suitable man for her. She must win him no matter what the temptation.

really……

You have chosen the right person.

Suddenly, I found Aman shaking his hand quietly.

She didn't look back. She whispered: "Don't you know how to cast a spell? Cast a spell and let him sleep with you..."

"Is it really okay?" Ah Man asked very expectantly.

"OK."

"How about, sister, next time you sleep with him, join me..."

"good."

Zhang Yong suddenly turned around.

He vaguely heard the two women muttering something.

It seems like there is some conspiracy against me?

Forget it. Never mind.

He only has eyes for spies now.

Finding the radio station is just the first step. And...

"Commissioner!"

"Commissioner!"

Discoveries were made one after another.

It was actually bundles of legal currency. The amount was quite astonishing.

They are all wrapped in cotton cloth and stuffed directly inside the package.

Zhang Yong turned to look at the caravan leader.

Honest man!

There are so many legal currencies, but none of them have been found.

The leader of the caravan was stunned.

He really doesn't know. If he knew, maybe...

Money moves people's hearts.

So many fiat currencies are enough to drive people crazy.

One pack…

Two packs…

Three guarantees...

Fully four packages of French currency were found.

Three people, three horses, six packages. Two of them are radio stations. Two of them are legal tender.

Zhang Yong went over and grabbed a bunch of French coins. He found that the printing quality was very good. Apparently they were pirated by the Japanese invaders themselves and then sent to the southwest rear area.

The face value is 10 yuan or 20 yuan. One package is worth about 100,000 yuan. Four packages is worth 400,000 yuan.

Something feels wrong...

Four hundred thousand French currency, transported here like this?

It’s also sloppy…

It doesn’t seem like a spy’s style…

Come to the spy who is qualified to hold a shell gun.

Among the three spies, this guy is definitely the mastermind.

"name?"

"idiot!"

"scold me?"

"idiot!"

That spy was indeed very irritable.

He scolded Zhang Yong when he saw him, but he didn't bite his tongue and commit suicide.

Zhang Yong took out the three-edged thorn.

A casual poke.

"ah!"

The spy screamed.

Zhang Yong let go of his hand and stepped back coldly.

Go ahead and scold, keep scolding, I will let you scold...

The three-pointed thorn pierced the Japanese invader's thigh. Blood flowed profusely. A large pool of blood soon gathered on the ground.

Zhang Yong came to the second spy with an expressionless face.

"name."

"I……"

The Japanese spy murmured and tried to resist.

Zhang Yong took out a Kabbah saber and stabbed the former spy's thigh.

Did not say?

That’s torture!

My punishment is so simple and brutal.

"ah!"

The spy screamed.

Kaba's saber also pierced the thigh.

The tip of the knife came out from behind. Blood beads on it fell in strings.

Zhang Yong is a bit strong now.

No matter what kind of sharp weapon it is, it can pierce the thigh directly.

Not talking? That’s the kind of treatment.

What? Someone might die? It doesn't matter. It's better if you die. If you catch him, you still have to take care of his food.

Looking at the third spy.

The spy finally collapsed.

"I said……"

"name."

"Morioka..."

"What are you doing here?"

"delivery……"

"What goods should be delivered?"
To be continued...