The Air Force is full of vitality and has many pilots. Most of the pilots have good family backgrounds.

It can be said that there are absolutely no illiterate pilots among them. Almost all of them have experience of studying abroad. How can those who can study abroad possibly come from a poor family?

Either a high official or a noble person.

Or landlords and gentry.

At worst, my family is relatively well-off.

He is young, has a good family background, and of course his personal life is very comfortable. Naturally, countless girls will jump on him.

Many people behind Yang Junjian's accident expressed their incomprehension. It seemed like he was in need of women. Normally, he definitely didn't need to solve it by himself. It was probably because serious girls didn't have enough tricks and weren't as charming as Tian Yuman. The result was that

That's it.

After all, Yang Lichu was thin-skinned and left first.

Zhang Yong waited for Zhang Ping to come over as if nothing had happened without blinking an eye.

"Shaolong."

"Zhang Chu."

"have time?"

"have."

"Then let's go talk to MacFarlane."

"Who is MacFarlane?"

"That salesman from Springfield Armory."

"good."

Zhang Yong remembered.

It turned out to be the American guy selling the Garand semi-automatic rifle.

By the way, he actually came to Hangzhou? Wasn't he in Shanghai before? So active? It seems that his sales performance is not good.

"where?"

"MGM Cabaret."

"good."

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

MGM Cabaret? That’s where Jin Bufan is? It’s interesting.

"For a private visit, just bring a few people with you."

"That won't work."

Zhang Yong shook his head and sailed carefully.

Jin Bufan is a spy. If the other party knew that he was only taking a few people with him, he would definitely use his brain.

These are definitely extraordinary times.

Zhang Yong became more and more convinced that the sniper he killed was not the same one as before.

The Japanese invaders most likely had multiple snipers. Their target was Zhang Yong. If Zhang Yong was a little careless, he might lose his life.

not kidding.

The wound on his back is still hurting.

Yang Lichu, this little goblin, used to be extremely concerned, but later found out that it wasn't serious, so she really didn't care.

Bring as many people as you can at any time. Safety first.

I didn’t say anything, so the three teams started walking directly.

Two teams were waiting outside. One team followed him in.

Zhang Ping:……

This guy is really afraid of death.

We are here to discuss business, not to fight. You are fully armed and ready to fight.

What, even carrying a grenade? That’s too much!

Who goes out with a grenade?

No one would be so cautious.

Others will laugh when they see it...

However, the Third Intelligence Branch operates independently and he has no control over it. It seems right to bring in more people.

Set off.

Come to the MGM Cabaret.

Compared with the MGM Dance Hall in Shanghai, the one in Hangzhou is much smaller.

Although it was evening, there were not many guests.

The cold wind and rain have seriously affected the travel of guests. It’s such a climate that it’s hard to drive dogs out! It’s freezing to death.

I saw a red dot in the distance. Then I saw a yellow dot.

Zhang Yong's energy suddenly rose. Yellow dot? Underground party?

Is there actually an underground party around Jin Bufan?

Wow! Awesome.

They say that for highly poisonous things, there must be an antidote within ten feet.

The underground party is the antidote. They are actually lurking around Japanese spies. Even Li Shiqun is around.

I want to see what kind of person he is, who can lurk under the eyes of Japanese spies. He must be a master among masters. Zhang Yong definitely admires him. Maybe, they really have the protagonist in a spy war drama.

So powerful?

Enter the MGM Cabaret.

The first thing I saw was Jin Bufan. This guy is very enthusiastic.

"Director Zhang, Team Leader Zhang, welcome, welcome." Jin Bufan, with a smile on his face, guided them to the private seats inside just right.

"Thank you. We would like to talk to Mr. MacFarlane." Zhang Ping got straight to the point.

"I'll inform him right away. Wait a moment."

"Thanks."

"Please take a seat."

Jin Bufan settled them down and went to find McFarlane.

Zhang Yong sat down first. He looked around and found the character represented by the yellow dot. He found that he was a bartender, concentrating on making cocktails.

A very young guy, he is very skilled in his skills, and he plays with each delicate and fragile glass to perfection. He is indeed a master.

If there were no yellow dots, Zhang Yong would never have imagined that he was actually an underground party member.

So unexpected and awesome.

Look back.

The waiter quickly brought lemonade.

Zhang Yong picked it up and tasted it. He found that Zhang Ping was not used to drinking it.

Haha. It seems that Zhang Ping is indeed not young anymore. Lemonade is still a rarity now.

Soon, MacFarlane arrived.

greeting.

sit down.

McFarland seemed to have a cold and kept sniffling.

It seems that this American is very unaccustomed to the weather in Hangzhou. It is cold and rainy. There is no heating yet. It is too hot in the summer and freezing in the winter.

"Mr. MacFarlane, we are very interested in your company's Garand semi-automatic..."

"That would be great. What are your intentions?"

"One thousand. Each one comes with 1,000 rounds of bullets. What price do you think you can give?"

"Too little. Too little. Too little."

MacFarlane shook his head.

Zhang Yong did not participate in the discussion and was thinking about his own things.

He didn't know why the Air Force wanted to buy the Garand semi-automatic rifle. The price of this gun seemed quite expensive.
To be continued...