Alas, headache.

Zhang Yong started rubbing his temples again.

He had never had this habit before. He had a severe headache recently.

Strategic deception!

How high a rank and how high an IQ is required.

How can he be competent?

However, looking around, besides him, who else can do it?

In terms of pure knowledge, the total of the fifty police academy students he currently leads are not as many as him.

Really. Not bragging.

After all, he lived in an era of knowledge explosion in his previous life. Even if he didn't capture it carefully, he would always have a lot of knowledge poured into his mind. From the mobile phone. From the computer. There are indeed a lot of messy things that he knows. Historical development trends

, it is even more clear at a glance. Important historical events are basically known.

Now is the Guangdong and Guangxi Incident...

Next is the certain incident...

Next year is the July 7th Incident...

Then Germany invaded Poland, Nomonhan...

Then Germany swept across Europe, Dunkirk...

Then came Germany’s invasion of the Soviet Union…

Then came Pearl Harbor…

Apart from him, who else knows about these major historical events?

Who knows the general story of the Battle of Songhu, the fall of Jinling, and the series of battles that followed?

Theoretically, he should combine these historical events into intelligence and then disseminate it in a targeted manner to remind his own people and deceive the enemy. This is what a smart agent should do. The problem is, he is not smart.

agent.

well……

After all, he is really just an ordinary person!

He has not received professional spy skills training, nor does he have super talent. It can even be said that he has no talent, and his IQ is not high enough.

Even if a little person knows many historical events, what does it matter?

"Who gave this to you?"

"Yes Yes……"

"ah!"

The spy screamed.

You're beaten again. Don't want to say anything? Then beat me. Beat me until you say something.

"It's Luo Zhongxuan..."

"Nonsense, it's obviously another one! You're not telling the truth!"

"I said, I said, it's Zhou Zhiji..."

"It's not him. It's another one! You haven't told the truth yet, have you?"

"Really. Really. It's Zhou Zhiji. What Liao Yishu gave is other information. It's not about Tianjin Wei."

"What Liao Yishu gave was for the Battle of Songhu, right?"

"no no."

"You still deny that you want to die?"

"It's really not the case. What Liao Yishu gave was information from the 88th Division."

"88th Division?"

Zhang Yong's heart trembled.

Oops! It seems that I asked about the big-headed Buddha again.

How could an 88th Division appear? Is it the most elite 88th Division?

faint!

The top seeded player among German weapon masters!

There was actually a traitor who provided its intelligence to the Japanese spies! Is that okay? Don’t the Japanese spies know all the details of the 88th Division?

"Where's the information?"

"Already handed in. Taken away."

"How did you take it away?"

"Take a car! I take the information, and someone gets on the bus. I give him the information, he gets off, and then he leaves."

"Who is the other party?"

"I don't know them. We only recognize signs, not people."

"Well……"

Zhang Yong wanted to ask more questions in detail, but he held back.

He has asked a lot now. The spy has also said a lot. If he continues to ask, the other party may become wary.

So I changed the topic.

"Do you have anything valuable on your hand? Pay it back immediately!"

"I don't owe you money..."

"You still said no? Hit him!"

Zhang Yong waved his hand.

Someone immediately came up and continued beating the spy violently.

"I have, I have..."

"I give, I give..."

The spy once again let out a painful plea, his voice hoarse.

From beginning to end, he never took off his black hood. Therefore, he never knew who Zhang Yong and others were.

Maybe it's because he doesn't want to think too much about it. Sometimes, he can escape by deceiving himself.

It turned out that the other party wanted money. If I wanted to survive, I could only give money.

"Do you remember now?"

"me……"

"Pay back the money. Otherwise, I will never end it with you!"

"I still have a sum of money to give to you. Please don't hit me again..."

"Okay. Where?"

“Food Street.”

"Take us there."

"yes……"

The spy leads the way honestly.

The distance is a bit far. You need to take a car. However, Zhang Yong does not have a car.

The car is still parked at the Military Senate. I just said that I would come here by tram. It happened to be the No. 107 tram.

what to do?

Simple. Keep taking the tram.

Jinling's tram system, like Shanghai, is relatively developed.

After all, it is the capital of the country. It must be done well. It seems that there are more than 30 tram lines in the city? It is very good.

Under the guidance of the Japanese spy, Zhang Yong and the others first took bus 102, then transferred to bus 203, then switched to bus 36, and finally reached their destination.

Hmm. Not bad. A new experience.

I also found several red dots along the way. They were all Japanese spies in disguise.

Zhang Yong suddenly had an idea. Maybe he should take a tram and "sweep" both sides of the line. "Screen" the 500-meter area around all tram lines. Maybe there will be new discoveries?

I have been away from Jinling for several months, and many spies may have inserted themselves in.
To be continued...