"We have received intelligence that there are two Fuso spies who want to meet in the hotel. However, we do not know their specific identities or what they are going to do."

"Are you sure you are Japanese spies?"

"Yes. This is your strength. There should be no problem."

"remuneration."

"Five hundred pounds."

"so little……"

"It must be captured alive. If the person dies, there will be no value. Not even five hundred pounds."

"It's so difficult."

"But I believe you must have a way. Didn't you catch a lot of spies in the north?"

"Now that you say that, I'll give it a try. But, I also have conditions."

"What conditions? You tell me."

"Except for the information, all other proceeds belong to me."

"Ok, deal."

Catherine didn't bother.

Zhang Yong then judged again that she might have other hidden identities.

For example, the second generation of rich people, or the second generation of officials.

Therefore, her professional skills may not be outstanding, but she has greater power and can decide some things.

For example, she can make full decisions on things like catching Japanese spies.

The Japanese spies targeted by MI7 are obviously not ordinary people. They should be relatively high-level spies.

Okay. Got a head start.

A high-level spy means more money.

I quietly observed the spy from time to time and found him sitting alone in the corner of the dance hall.

The map showed that he was the only Japanese invader in the huge Madiel Hotel.

However, it was really hard to tell from his appearance. They all thought he was a Chinese. There were a lot of Chinese around him, and there were quite a few of them with status.

Among them, there was a wave of well-dressed Chinese people, seven of them. They were all wearing tuxedos, or suits and leather shoes. They were sanctimonious, but they all had a beautiful Belarusian girl in their arms. One of them, who was fatter, hugged her left and right at the same time.

Sitting with two people, smoking cigars and drinking red wine, their hands were unbridled. It was so comfortable. It was so enviable.

Zhang Yong inadvertently took a few more glances and guessed the other party's identity. No matter how you look at it, this guy looks like a fat sheep. If there is a chance, he must...

He heard Catherine say in his ear: "He is the one you want to kill. He is the assistant to the French Minister, named Yuan Bin."

"So you're here to keep an eye on him." Zhang Yong said thoughtfully.

"Yes and no. I have a lot of tasks, but I can't complete them myself. So, I need your help."

"It's easy to say. As long as the money is enough, the Pope will be useless."

"I will tell what you said to the Vatican. They may send the Templars to eliminate you."

"It's a great honor."

"It requires money. It requires a lot of procedures. But, I have a compromise."

"you say."

"I know who has money. I also know where whose wallet is. I tell you, you go get it yourself."

"Any more?"

"You can also exchange them for arms. I have a lot of arms. Do you want them?"

"Oh, I suddenly remembered something."

"What's up?"

"I have a lot of dollars and pounds, which were accidentally damaged in the explosion. I want to exchange them for intact ones. I wonder if you can help me?"

"Of course. It's a courtesy. I don't charge extra."

"good."

Zhang Yong let go of the huge stone in his heart.

This woman does indeed have a background. She may have a background even better than Dickens.

At first, I thought it was a bit fantasy. How come every woman I met had a background? Aren't there just ordinary people?

I quickly figured it out again. Who is he? What did he do? Walking in the dark. What he did was all things that would make him lose his mind at any time. It could be said to be dancing on the tip of a knife. How could this be possible for ordinary civilians?

Being involved in such a complicated struggle? If you are not someone related to this industry, how could you possibly interact with yourself?

Just as he was about to speak, suddenly, a red dot appeared on the edge of the map.

Zhang Yong's mind moved.

Are they the Japanese invaders who came to meet with them? It's so obvious...

Keep calm.

I secretly observed Catherine and found that she didn't notice anything.

Well, this is normal.

To him, being a spy was very obvious.

The two red dots on the map are getting closer and closer, like sky lanterns in the dark, extremely clear.

However, for others, there is no trace at all.

It is impossible for others to identify the other party as a spy at a glance, unless they have detailed information about the spy.

Just like the man sitting in the corner of the ballroom, Catherine didn't know that the man was a spy. The spy was so close that she didn't even recognize him.

As the red dot continued to approach the Madier Hotel, Zhang Yong suddenly had a thought.

What does Catherine want from these two spies?

There must be a purpose.

These two spies may have important information.

Five hundred pounds...

the price is too low.

It's better to catch him yourself and keep the information to yourself.

Catch the person, scrape all the oil and water, torture them out of the information, and then kill them with one knife.

Then……

Only he, Zhang Yong, knew the information.

Then……

He could then raise the price to five thousand pounds.

An increase of 1000%, a very reasonable price, right? After all, I am a middleman. I must make a profit...

What if Catherine doesn't want it anymore?

That doesn't matter. The maximum loss is five hundred pounds.

You can also sell the information to other people. For example, sell it back to the Japanese.

Akiyama Shigekui, Lin Xiaoyan, and Liu Xi are all potential buyers. I believe they are all willing to pay five hundred pounds.

right……

that's all……

Monopolize the information and then resell it...

Involuntarily, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Catherine noticed, frowned, and asked curiously: "Why are you laughing?"

"It's nothing. I thought of something funny." Zhang Yong retracted his thoughts, "I will notify you when I catch two spies."

"They will meet at the Madiel Hotel." Catherine reminded him slowly.

"I know." Zhang Yong nodded.

Catherine frowned.

Her intuition told her that something was wrong with Zhang Yong.

However, she couldn't tell what the other party's problem was. She couldn't help but worry about gains and losses.

Could it be that my bid was really too low?
To be continued...