Bourne: Command and Conquer

Chapter 1019: , slingshot, thousand-year kill

Chapter 1019, Slingshot, Thousand Years of Killing

Night.

The moon is bright and the stars are rare.

The cool breeze is blowing.

In peaceful times, it would be a wonderful night.

However, in this turbulent era, there are probably not many people who are in the mood to appreciate the moonlight.

At least, Zhang Yong has no interest at all.

What flowers are in front of and under the moon? roll. Spending money to get better is something you can consider. It would be better if it didn’t cost money.

Extremely longing for a young and beautiful rich woman to cheat...

Suddenly gesturing.

But it is close to Hushan Temple.

At the edge of the map, a red dot appears.

The red dot is moving.

Sure enough, there are indeed Japanese spies in Hushan Temple.

　　Mad, these cunning Japanese invaders took full advantage of the kindness of the Chinese people.

Who would have thought that the ferocious and vicious Japanese invaders would actually be lurking in the temple?

Disguised as a monk?

It’s really bad.

Look at the time, it’s twelve o’clock in the evening.

It took a lot of time along the way. Still very tired.

It is said to be five miles in a straight line, but in fact it is more than that in walking distance. All are small roads. Unable to drive.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, the spy is still not sleeping?

Approach quietly.

Hold up the telescope. Observe Hushan Temple.

No abnormalities were found. However, no Japanese spies were seen.

Hooded by buildings.

Determine whether the target is taking a walk? enjoy the cool air?

Keep getting closer.

The map gradually enveloped the entire Hushan Temple.

Discover weapon symbols. There are many. After checking, I found a pistol and a rifle.

There was even a Czech light machine gun with a loaded magazine. Right next to the Japanese spy, only about fifteen meters away.

Fortunately, there is still only one red dot.

In other words, there is only one spy. There are no other white spots.

Confuse. Is there just one monk in Hushan Temple?

That’ll be fine. Just one spy can't change the world.

No special arrangements are required. Bring the team directly to the door.

Come to the entrance of Hushan Temple.

Found the door closed. But the door is rather old.

If it was a violent collision, it would probably be knocked away at once. But this is the last resort.

The spy is behind the temple, about fifty meters away from the mountain gate. There are buildings in the middle. Once alerted, he will quickly reach for his gun.

Zhang Yong could not guarantee that the Japanese spy would be killed before he got the weapon.

This will be very dangerous.

Especially that Czech light machine gun, it will kill people.

The safest approach is to draw the target forward and separate him from the weapon.

"anyone there?"

Cen Zhaohai imitates a woman’s cry.

This guy knows some tricks. Can imitate women's speech.

Moreover, green is better than blue. More woman than woman. That delicate voice was extremely charming.

Midnight, moonlight, barren mountains, temples, women...

Others were hiding nearby with guns.

The plan is simple. Once the target opens the door, rush in immediately.

If the target does not have a gun, try to capture him alive.

If the target has a gun, shoot him randomly.

Zhang Yong is responsible for making judgments.

Five seconds…

Ten seconds…

The red dot slowly walked towards the door.

Without weapons. Just walk out. It means the target is defenseless.

Zhang Yong gestured. Said to capture alive.

The people then put away their weapons.

“Who?”

The spy asked inside.

The voice is quite ordinary. Nothing special.

However, he did not open the door immediately. It seems something is wrong. Caution is required.

Zhang Yong gestured decisively.

Shangguan Qing immediately knocked on the door.

　　Bang!

Did not knock it open.

The Japanese spy realized something was wrong.

It walked back quickly.

　　Bang!

Continue to hit.

"Snapped!"

“Crash…”

The wooden door was knocked open.

Everyone rushed in.

Found that the target was already running back desperately.

Obviously, it was going back to get weapons. Everyone rushed to chase him. But didn't catch up.

That Japanese spy has extremely quick reactions and runs fast. It looks like he has received professional training.

Zhang Yong:…

That’s sorry.

“Shoot!”

Give an order decisively.

Lu Keming, who was at the front, immediately raised his gun.

Snapped!

Two shots in a row.

The Japanese spy staggered, staggered.

Finally, he fell to the ground unwillingly. Still rolling. Trying to crawl forward.

But it’s no longer useful. He was hit on one side of his calf.

Lu Keming and others caught up and held the target firmly. Bundle. Like an eagle catching a chicken.

“Woo woo woo…”

The Japanese invaders struggled desperately. It's a pity it's useless.

His mouth was also tightly gagged with rags. It's impossible to commit suicide by biting your tongue.

Lu Keming and others have fully learned from previous experience and did not give the Japanese aggressors a chance to crush their teeth. But it was impossible to tell whether there was poison in the teeth of the Japanese invaders.

Zhang Yong came forward.

Look carefully at the eyes of the Japanese invaders.

　　Cruel.

Hideous.

Indifference.

　　　Yeah, very tenacious!

It seems that this rag cannot be taken away.

Judgment that the other person’s teeth are likely to contain poison. To remove the rag would be suicide.

　　Okay, they are all going to die anyway. Then go to death...

“Which of you can make a slingshot?”

"What?"

“Make a few slingshots for fun.”

"yes."

Everyone looked at each other in shock. Not sure why.

What does Zhang Yong want a slingshot for? That's a child's toy! We are all adults…

Still do things as ordered.

Find a suitable tree branch, cut it down and trim it.

No rubber bands? There is one inside the temple. I don’t know what the spy is used for.

Actually, beef tendon will also work. But it takes a lot of strength.

Soon, the first slingshot was ready.

Only the size of a palm. Suitable for children aged seven or eight.

The rubber band is very tight. In other words, it is very powerful. A child cannot pull it.

Zhang Yong tried it and felt that it was very powerful. The stone is estimated to be quite lethal.

“Hang it up.”

"yes."

The crowd quickly **** the spy and hung him up.

Just in time, there is a very tall pine tree in the middle of the temple. The branches are also very thick. Just hang it.

Zhang Yong walked five meters away and picked up the slingshot. Pull back.

good. good.

Feeling super powerful.

bend over. Pick up a small stone.

install.

Pull the rubber band hard.

let go.

"Snapped!"

The stone hit the Japanese spy accurately.

Hit on the calf. Doesn't seem to have any effect?

The Japanese spy only struggled symbolically. Then his face was full of doubts. I don’t know what Zhang Yong is going to do.

Zhang Yong bent down. Pick up stones. Draw the bow. emission.

Snapped!

The spy was hit in the abdomen with a stone.

The spy suddenly grinned. Clearly feeling pain.

Zhang Yong continued to bury his head. Pick up small stones.

Draw the bow. emission.

Snapped!

Hit the Japanese spy in the crotch.

The spy's cheeks were suddenly severely distorted, and his whole person seemed to be deformed.

Finally I understand why Zhang Yong wanted a slingshot.

This is also a torture instrument!

idiot!

This bastard!

How could he come up with such a vicious method!

Ahhhh...

The Japanese spies were angry. I wish I could blow myself up on the spot.

However, Zhang Yong felt nothing. Keep picking up rocks. Draw the bow. aim. emission.

"Snapped!"

Also in the crotch.

The spy was immediately unable to catch up.

The cheeks that were originally twisted turned into the color of pig liver on the spot. The whole person seemed to ascend to heaven.

Uncomfortable…

Sour and refreshing…

Collapse... "Stop struggling." At this time, Zhang Yong spoke, "Anyway, you are planning to commit suicide by taking poison. Such a small pain is nothing."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo of of of of their throats and making indistinct sounds.

Zhang Yong turned a deaf ear. Keep picking up small rocks.

Draw the bow.

Aim.

Launch.

Snapped!

Hit the crotch accurately.

The Japanese invader's body suddenly twisted like a shrimp.

It was a sudden violation of Newton's laws, and the whole person curled up into a ball in the air. Everyone around was amazed.

It turns out that people can make such movements even in mid-air!

　　I really didn’t think of it before.

"Stop shouting! What are you calling!" Zhang Yong cursed angrily, "Bring out your bushido spirit! If you can't even stand a small slingshot, how can you have the nerve to say you are Japanese!"

“Wow wow wow…” The spy became even more distorted.

However, Zhang Yong ignored him.

Really. Still a professional!

Isn’t it just shooting birds with a slingshot? It's just a child's trick!

It is unbearable to do this, it is simply a disgrace to the Japanese Empire! I'm ashamed of you.

continue.

Snapped!

Missed.

Let the Japanese invaders take a break.

Snapped!

Still missed.

The Japanese invaders can take a breather.

Snapped!

　　hit…

The Japanese invaders were twisted into a ball again.

Alas, there is no future!

Can’t even stand a slingshot!

I am also planning to arrange the Millennium Killing, but it seems that there is no need for it?

“Shangguan.”

"arrive."

　　"Prepare a wooden stake under its butt. The top should be pointed."

"yes."

Shangguan Qing went to prepare.

The spy realized something. He screamed loudly again.

But the mouth is gagged. Vague.

Zhang Yong said casually: "Don't panic. It's all a child's game. It's called Millennium Killing. It means attacking someone else's vital point from behind. You're going to die anyway. What are you afraid of?"

The spy whined again.

Actually, there is no poison in his teeth at all.

He did think about biting his tongue and committing suicide.

The problem is that Zhang Yong didn’t give him a chance to speak at all!

The punishments are messy.

Others are just whips, pepper spray, tiger stools, soldering irons, etc. Your whole slingshot?

It just so happens that it has no defense at all. Almost collapsed.

What is the Millennium Killing now?

Soon, the stakes were ready. Just put it under the spy's butt.

Zhang Yong is responsible for correction.

He was bleeding. Therefore, punishment must be civilized.

You see, slingshots and Millennium Kill are just for children. No lethality.

This spy is too weak. Unable to bear this. The more the other party can't bear it, the more energetic he will play.

The set of punishments given by the Secret Service are actually quite boring. bloody. cruel.

“Woo woo woo…”

The spy twisted his body desperately.

He was clearly aware of the threats he faced from behind.

Thousand years of killing. Where to kill?

Shudder.

Such a big wooden pile. So long. Still sharp.

If it falls from a high altitude...

It doesn’t even dare to think about the consequences.

“Woo woo woo…”

The spy continued to make inarticulate sounds.

It wants to beg for mercy.

It cannot afford to play such a game. real.

However, Zhang Yong turned a deaf ear and

The spy has poison in his mouth, and it is impossible to tear away the rag.

so…

Snapped!

Continue to play with slingshot…

Suddenly I saw the spy nodding desperately. The neck seemed to be broken.

Huh?

Have you given in?

no. So fast?

I think I just played it a few times? ten? twenty?

Suspicious…

Thought it might be a trick by Japanese spies to lure enemies.

Tempting herself into tearing the rag from his mouth. Then he bites the poison and commits suicide. He was determined not to be fooled.

However, if the other party really wants to confess, he must be given a chance.

So, people were prepared to pry the teeth.

Use hooks to hook the upper and lower corners of the spy's mouth first, without giving it a chance to close. Then he slowly released the rag.

The looser the hook, the tighter it becomes. Anyway, spies are not allowed to grit their teeth.

Finally, the rag was pulled out. The spy didn't bite his tongue either. Instead, he looked at Zhang Yong pitifully.

“Commissioner, there is no poison.”

"There's none?"

“Checked. No.”

"Yeah?"

Zhang Yong was suspicious.

Did you make a mistake?

Oh, sorry. Maybe there was a real mistake.

Lately I have been a little frightened. I always think that many spies have poison in their mouths.

　　Okay, since it doesn’t, then it’s okay.

The spy looks like he is about to bite his tongue and commit suicide.

So, wave your hand and let go of it.

Comprehensive loosening of restrictions.

Anyway, the Japanese spy has little ability to act.

Sure enough, after the spy was released, he lay paralyzed on the ground like mud, without even the strength to stand up.

There is nothing I can do, my crotch hurts terribly. It feels like it won’t take ten or eight years to recover.

Zhang Yong left people to look at it. Then the search began.

Find weapons and equipment first.

Pistol…

Rifle…

Czech light machine gun…

There are also bullets, pull them all out. The number is indeed quite large.

Can equip more than a dozen people. It shows that this is indeed a stronghold of the Japanese invaders. There should be other contacts between the Japanese invaders.

However, map monitoring shows that there are no red dots nearby anymore.

return. Looking at the dying spy.

“Do you understand the rules?”

"Well…"

“Someone told me that you are very rich.”

“Under the Buddha’s throne…”

"where?"

“They are all under the Buddha’s throne…”

"good."

Zhang Yong was very satisfied.

Turns out he is a very cooperative spy! Don't tell me earlier.

Fortunately I didn’t tell you earlier. Otherwise, there is no need to play with the slingshot. It's a bit of a pity. Thousands of years of killing are of no use!

Alas, I have to wait to catch the next one.

Excavation.

There are a total of seven Buddha statues in the temple.

Digging the biggest ones first. Nothing was found.

Go dig something else. There are discoveries. There is a lot of ocean below.

They were all packed in sacks. A little messy. But there are a lot of them. Each sack weighs hundreds of pounds.

However, Zhang Yong was not satisfied.

The ocean looks like a lot. In fact, the total amount is not large.

It's like one yuan of RMB, if it piles up a mountain, it's actually not much.

Find the radio station…

Find the codebook…

However, Zhang Yong doesn't care about these.

He thought of a key figure.

This person makes him never forget it, haunts him in dreams, and makes him feel his first love more than his first love...

“Where is the Buddha?”

“What Buddha?”

“Codenamed Buddha.”

"I have no idea."

“Want to try the thousand-year killing?”

“I really don’t know. I’ve said everything. There’s only one thing missing!”

“Okay, tell me.”

“I belong to the Bamboo Agency. My mission is to stay here for a long time. I am responsible for receiving materials and information sent by others, and then forwarding the information.”

“Who is your boss?”

“Okano Yasuhiro.”

"he?"

Zhang Yong seemed to have some vague impression.

It’s a pity that I can’t remember it all at once. Too lazy to think about it. Anyway, whoever is caught is the one.

“To lure him to come.”

“I can’t contact him. He comes to me.”

“When will he come?”

“I don’t know. It’s irregular.”

“Besides the police and others, who else comes to you?”

“There are many. However, I don’t know the specific names. They are all code-signed.”

“Secret code?”