It’s okay to pretend to be a rag collector, but also to pretend to be a beggar.

"Cry you Qiba!"

Zhang Yong greeted the other party with a smile. His Japanese was very pure.

At the same time, he raised his Somi submachine gun.

"Da da da..."

"Da da da..."

Just beat the opponent into a sieve.

Vaguely, I seemed to hear the other party's response: Kunichwa...

illusion.

illusion.

Put away the gun.

Turn around and leave.

The beggar has nothing on him.

In a hurry.

Get on the tram.

"Walk."

"Sir, the next stop is Yenching University..."

"Walk!"

Zhang Yong's face was expressionless.

I don’t care what university you go to! I only care about spies!

As long as there are red dots, it doesn’t matter what Beijing! Tianjing is all fake. Tokyo is the best...

The driver drove quickly.

Zhang Yong closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Within a radius of 1000 meters, there are many red dots.

However, they are all too far away from the main road. They are often two to three hundred meters away. Let them go for now.

Now, his task is to give priority to the areas within 150 meters on both sides of the main road.

Finally, another red dot appeared near the tram.

Next to the red dot, there is a yellow dot. The distance may be only more than ten meters.

The tram gradually approached and I could see clearly that there were two bookstores, right next to each other. The bookstore to the west had red dots, and the bookstore to the east had yellow dots.

coincide?

Intentional?

Too lazy to judge.

"parking!"

"Why……"

The driver stopped quickly.

Zhang Yong got out of the car with a Somi submachine gun.

By this time, it was already evening. The setting sun was hanging in the sky.

In both bookstores, there are more than a dozen students reading books, both male and female. It seems that the bookstore where the Japanese spy is located is more crowded.

He strode forward and suddenly saw an acquaintance in the corner of his eye.

Huh?

Qi Jiuding?

Turn your head and look carefully.

That's right. It's indeed him. It turns out the yellow dot is him.

Is he the owner of the bookstore? It seems not. He seems to be here to read books too.

Of course, it is also possible to meet someone.

Pretend not to know.

Qi Jiuding hasn't seen him yet.

I rushed directly into the bookstore next door and found the red dot. It was a fat middle-aged man.

Seeing Zhang Yong rushing in aggressively, the Japanese spy was confused and nervous.

"you……"

"Da da da..."

"Da da da..."

What greeted it was naturally a series of gunshots.

Zhang Yong fired more than 20 bullets in one breath. He was worried that the opponent would become fat and die.

As a result, a series of bullets knocked the spy down on his back.

"ah……"

"ah……"

The students next to me were all frightened.

I wanted to run, but I found that there were all soldiers with guns outside.

"My name is Zhang Yong!"

"What I killed was a Japanese spy!"

At this time, Zhang Yong's voice came. The sound shook everyone and was deafening.

Suddenly, all the exclamations were suppressed by him.

Zhang Yong:……

Sweat. I seem to have a built-in loudspeaker function?

Sure enough, communication basically relies on shouting.

"This bookstore owner is a Japanese invader in disguise!"

"If you have any clues about Japanese spies, you are welcome to report them! There will be rewards!"

Zhang Yong continued.

Then he waved his hands to signal the people behind him to get out of the way.

The frightened students hurriedly retreated. Only the bodies of the Japanese spies were left in the bookstore.

Zhang Yong walked to the corner, reached out and pulled a bookshelf down.

He is very powerful now and works simply and roughly.

After the bookshelf was pulled down, a small door at the back was revealed. It turned out to be a trap.

Pulling the small door open, there is an entrance. It is dark.

The 3D map showed that there were hidden spaces inside. As expected.

"Chen Yan!"

"arrive!"

"Go in and take a look!"

"yes!"

Chen Yan immediately got in.

Two people followed behind.

After a while, Chen Yan took out a radio station from inside.

oh?

Is there a radio station?

The map doesn’t seem to be showing?

It's probably not powered on.

Just as he was about to speak, someone came out from behind carrying a radio.
To be continued...