"That's better. It will be easier to implement the revenge plan."

"Zhang, once our plan is implemented, you must fully cooperate with us."

"certainly."

Zhang Yong agreed wholeheartedly.

The Japanese fighter planes at Taiyuan Airport were so arrogant.

It's time to take the time to teach them a harsh lesson. Break their legs first.

Of course, before that, you need to do some things in advance.

I want to give the Japanese fighter planes at Jinling, Hangzhou, and Taiwan Songshan airports a hard lesson so that they will not dare to dispatch easily.

For example, tonight...

However, this kind of thing can only be done quietly.

Obviously, the channel for intelligence leakage is not on the ground floor of the airport. It is on the exchange of telegrams.

If the telegrams were deciphered, it should be these telegrams.

If it's a traitor, it should be someone high up who has access to the telegram.

Every time Zhang Yong went out, he never reported it. Therefore, the Japanese invaders never knew about it.

This good tradition must be continued!

"Zhang, it's settled." Dubuyev stood up and prepared to leave.

"Okay." Zhang Yong stood up and sent the other party away with a gift.

Then went back to the conference room.

Continue to sit next to Commander Qian and lie back.

Oh, I’m so tired!

Feels like a robot. Almost never stops.

Those who are able work harder, and those who are able get more. In the end, the hard work is hard, but it seems that there is not much.

If you have time, look for opportunities and make more money for those who can...

It's fishing.

Not Lao...

"Young dragon..."

"Commander, you say."

"The press conference has been temporarily canceled."

"Why?"

"The Soviets were not very happy..."

"Understood."

Zhang Yong nodded.

This is probably what Chiang Kai-shek meant.

If foreigners are unhappy, they themselves cannot be happy either.

Next, we had to rely on the Soviets for assistance.

It was all going well and we could hold a celebration party. But as a result, something like this happened.

A bomber group! Almost the entire army was wiped out.

Zhang Yong also felt heartbroken.

"So, you can rest this afternoon!"

"good."

Zhang Yong dragged his cheeks and fell into deep thought.

It looks like he is closing his eyes and concentrating, but he is actually thinking about how to make some extra money.

There is no doubt that catching Japanese spies is the fastest.

There are a lot of red spots in Hankou now. There should be a little oil and water.

Stand up. Say goodbye and leave.

Go out.

"Duchamp Dragon!"

"arrive!"

"Take twenty or thirty people with me!"

"yes."

Dushanlong hurriedly gathered his team.

Soon, Zhang Yong personally drove the big truck and set off.

They are all large trucks of the Air Force. Behind them are soldiers from the special service company. They are fully armed and have M2 heavy machine guns set up.

In fact, it's completely unnecessary. It's just to capture a few spies. Why is such a big battle needed?

However, he just likes to show off! He likes dimension reduction attacks...

Arriving at the door of a foreign company.

parking.

get off.

Enter the store directly with a Thompson submachine gun.

The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man wearing glasses. He looked at him in astonishment without any panic in his eyes.

"Sir..."

He also came up to say hello to Zhang Yong.

As a result, Zhang Yong pushed him away and continued to rush inside.

Once inside, stop and look around.

"Tear down this wall!"

"yes!"

Others immediately came up to take action.

The shop owner immediately realized something was wrong and quietly moved outside.

Zhang Yong seemed to have eyes behind his back and made a gesture. The shop owner was immediately held down firmly and then tied up.

"Bang! Bang!"

"Crash..."

Here, the wall was quickly demolished.

A bunch of messy things fell out of it.

There are pistols, bullets, and some banknotes. There are all kinds of them.

"It was smashed here too!"

"yes!"

Keep smashing the wall.

A radio station was found inside.

The shopkeeper, who was tightly tied up, finally closed his eyes helplessly when he saw it.

It's over...

It's all over...

The other party is really a ghost!

He actually knows everything he has hidden!

There are weapons and radios, so it's useless to deny it.

Zhang Yong came to the spy and spoke only two words: "Where's the money?"

Spy:???

What?

What did you say? Money?
To be continued...