Bourne: Command and Conquer

Chapter 1040: Spreading rumors

 The spy was awakened by cold water.

 Forcibly pull out the spy's palm and press it on the stone.

 Zhang Yong picked up a brick casually. Smash it down hard.

"ah…"

 The spy suddenly screamed.

 Zhang Yong picked up the brick. There was a **** mess underneath.

Well…

Oops.

  A little dizzy.

 Hurryly turned around. Don't dare to look more.

　　Kong Fansong:? ? ?

 Ding Mocun:? ? ?

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　： by ? ?

no. What do you mean?

 Why do you want to turn your back? Can't you stand it?

faint. You did it yourself!

It’s really weird…

 The wails of the Japanese spies gradually stopped.

 Zhang Yong picked up the brick with his backhand and threw it down again.

 As a result, it didn’t hit.

 Smashed crookedly.

His back was turned to the spy, so he couldn't hit it accurately.

 However, if you meet face to face, you will really faint from blood! what to do? All I can do is try two more times...

 Pick up the brick. Keep smashing. Smash hard.

"ah…"

 The Japanese spy screamed again.

 The shrill screams almost penetrated the night sky of Jinling.

 Zhang Yong breathed a sigh of relief. Finally it hit.

So he picked up the brick. Never looked back,

Excuse me. Selective bleeding.

 “You’d better confess obediently!” Yu Licheng was guiding him from the side.

 “Baga…” the spy retorted.

But he saw Zhang Yong picking up a stone and throwing it down again. Suddenly his whole body trembled.

 As a result, it didn’t hit...

 The stone fell into pieces.

 However, the Japanese spy suddenly couldn't hold himself any longer. Terrified.

 Zhang Yong picked up the stone. Keep smashing.

 It didn’t hit again.

 The spy felt like he was going to collapse.

no. Don't mess around! If you want to smash it, smash it! Don't turn your back to me!

 If you don’t get smashed to death, you will be scared to death.

 My heart can’t bear it…

"ah!"

 Suddenly he screamed again.

 This time, it only hit a little bit. However, the spy fainted immediately.

 “Crash…”

Someone was watering the water immediately.

Want to faint? impossible.

 Wake up immediately.

 Japanese spy:…

　　　! @#￥%…

 Can’t stand it.

 Can’t stand it.

 “I said, I said…”

"What are you doing here?"

 “Observe the movement in the vault.”

 “Did Miyamoto Itcho call you here?”

“I don’t know. The people above arranged for me to come.”

 “What are you looking for?”

“Let’s see how many casualties you have suffered. Have you arranged for professional engineers to come in?”

 “Engineer…”

 Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

　　Oh. It seemed that everyone present had forgotten one thing. Just ask engineers to intervene.

By the way, engineers are experts at dismantling explosives!

Whether it is an explosive pack or a mine, it can be defused. The premise is to find the exact location.

 He turned to look at Kong Fansong.

Him is required to do this.

 As a result, Kong Fansong shook his head and said bluntly, "I don't trust the General Administration of Engineers and Soldiers."

 “Oh.” Zhang Yong understood.

 A lot of things happened in the General Administration of Engineers and War, and the Kong family must know about them.

 In that context, it is indeed normal for them to distrust the General Administration of Engineers and War. What if things get worse?

 “You can’t handle it.” The Japanese spy smiled triumphantly.

 This time, Zhang Yong did not take action.

 Let the Japanese spy continue to be arrogant for a while. Create a little tension by the way.

 It may indeed be difficult for others to do. However, Zhang Yong doesn't seem to have that difficulty. He can pinpoint the location of explosives.

 He also knows clearly what explosives are. Just click on the picture to search.

Of course, the danger is not without it.

 At this time, it depends on the income.

If he had 200,000 US dollars, he would drain the entire underground treasury.

 It will take three days at most to dig them all out.

 Suddenly a thought came to my mind.

"Snapped!"

 Turn around and give the spy a slap in the face.

 Then take out a small notebook. Turn to a blank page.

"Tell me. How did you accurately hit the British warship..."

"What?"

 The spy did not react.

 What British warship?

“Stop pretending. We all know that it was you who bombarded the British warships...”

"we do not have!"

 The spy immediately denied it.

 It reacted.

 Zhang Yong wants to put a **** basin on their heads.

 In other words, this **** basin can be big or small. If it is confirmed, it will cause international disputes.

 If it is a diplomatic dispute with China, no one cares. However, it is difficult to discuss the diplomatic disputes with the British. No one knows what the final result will be.

 Espionage is fanaticism. But not stupid. I understand this and must not admit it easily.

"It's useless for you to cheat." Zhang Yong said slowly, "You attacked the treasury to divert our attention, so you bombarded the British warships."

 “You slandered me!” the spy was furious.

“As far as we know, you are using 81mm mortar shells, right?”

 “You slander!”

“You also buried a considerable number of 81mm artillery shells as explosives in the ruins of the vault.”

 “You’re talking nonsense!”

“The explosives in the vault were all left by Miyamoto Itcho.”

 “You’re talking nonsense!”

“This 81mm artillery shell is produced by the Americans. We in China don’t have the equipment. So, only you Japanese have it.”

 “Neither have we!”

“Who said that? You Japanese once smuggled this type of 81mm mortar in the Shanghai Public Settlement.”

 “You slander…”

"What I said is true. The patrol room has records."

 Zhang Yong is calm and relaxed.

 He's not completely bullshit. Seven points true. Three points off.

 The 81mm mortar captured by Li Yuanqing. It was indeed smuggled from the beautiful country. But whoever was behind the scenes was not caught.

 Now, Zhang Yong decided to put all this historical debt on the Japanese.

Li Yuanqing was a member of the Red Party, and of course he hated the Japanese invaders. It will definitely help to speak.

 The British, of course, agree.

Americans, it all depends on McFarlane’s choice.

If there are no accidents, the Americans will definitely speak for the British. They are irritating the Japanese spies!

The French have an ambiguous attitude. But it is certainly impossible to firmly support Japan.

The French were also very annoyed when the Japanese forcibly withdrew from the League of Nations. We are preparing to embarrass the Japanese diplomatically.

so…

 It’s very simple. Everyone wants the Japanese to look ugly.

 In this case, the truth is not important. Anyway, if you say you did it, you did it. You don't have to deny it.

Details are required, of course.

 The more details, the more real it is!

 Where did the details come from?

　　Of course it is “made”.

“Brother Kong Fang, go and invite some foreign reporters.”

"good."

Kong Fansong immediately arranged for someone to go.

Ding Mocun's eyes rolled quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

 Zhang Yong looked at the sky, it was already bright. very good. You can frame the blame.

 Let’s start with the underground vault.

 This underground treasury was endorsed by Itcho Miyamoto.

This Miyamoto Itcho should be a relatively important person among Japanese spies. After all, it is the Miyamoto family.

Then, let him be responsible for claiming the mortar shells.

What? Where do the shells come from?

 Zhang Yong has it in his carry-on ammunition space.

 When the time comes, pull them out from the ruins and take photos for reporters.

look. You see.

These are all evidence.

 They were all buried inside by Miyamoto Itcho.

What?

 Anyone have doubts?

 Say these shells may have nothing to do with the bombardment of British warships?

hehe. You can question it. But I won't give you a chance to speak. Newspapers are only allowed to publish approved news.

 those that have not been approved. Random questioning. All were labeled traitors.

 Wrong. It’s not a buckle either. He was originally a traitor. Helping the Japanese invaders and betraying their motherland, what else is that but a traitor?

 “You, you, you slandered...” The spy became anxious.

 Zhang Yong ignored him completely.

 Slander?

 That’s right.

 It is indeed a slur.

 But, I have real evidence!

 You spies really have a lot of 81mm mortar shells hidden.

 In other words, you have the conditions to bombard British warships. And ability. also. And motivation.

 What is the motivation?

 I haven’t thought about it yet.     However, it should be able to be trapped soon.

I thought of it immediately.

 Revenge!

Want to take revenge on the British.

 The Japanese military headquarters was very angry because of Julia Nightingale.

 So he decided to take revenge.

 Decided to send people to bombard British warships!

 Demonstration!

 Provocation!

  reasonable.

 Can't refute.

“Shaolong, do you want to go in personally?” Kong Fansong was a little worried.

"It's okay. I can handle it." Zhang Yong said calmly.

 What he did was to go in and walk around for reporters to take pictures. Proof of mortar shells.

 To put the **** basin on the Japanese, it requires many steps. This is the first step.

 He came out after the reporter finished taking photos.

 With so much explosives left, he had no benefit. He doesn't care.

 “This…” Kong Fansong stopped talking.

“How about I hire a professional bomb disposal team for you?” Zhang Yong suggested.

 He knew what Kong Fansong wanted to say.

I want to get rid of the explosives in the vault myself.

 However, there were people above who disliked Zhang Yong and did not want him to intervene.

 So, mentioning Zhang Yong’s name is definitely not allowed. However, Zhang Yong can find an agent!

 Find a random team and be responsible for clearing the treasury. Then he secretly guided Zhang Yong.

　　When the time comes, you can wear a hood as you please, who knows who.

By the way, it is normal to wear a hood when entering an underground vault.

 If you have a mask, you still have to wear one!

 So much dust.

Who to look for?

did not expect. But the Red Party team is good.

 Haha, find a red party team. Enter the underground vault and defuse the bomb. It’s exciting just thinking about it…

 “The reporter is here.”

 Sure enough, a dozen reporters were called.

The United States, Britain, France, and Italy are all available. But no Sue. There is no virtue either.

 It does not mean that you are not invited. Neither the Soviet Union nor Germany had reporters in Jinling. The mainstream media in the world are now controlled by the United States, Britain and France.

 Leave it to Kong Fansong to deal with reporters. He's the best at it.

 Show reporters letters written by Japanese people.

Of course, these are not the main point.

 The point is, every reporter gets a $20 hard-earned fee.

 This is the $20 that allows them to write the article. Then publish it in an important location.

 Once arranged.

Take reporters into the underground vault.

 Zhang Yong operates quietly. Release mortar shells.

Sure enough, I found the first one just by digging around...

 Click!

 Click!

 Take crazy photos.

 Then the second, third...

 Click!

 Click!

Also taking photos like crazy.

At this moment, in the distance, a stone rolled down.

Oops…

 Zhang Yong secretly said that something was not good.

 Where the rocks fell, there were explosives.

 It seems like a dynamite bag!

 Damn it!

 There is an explosion!

 Get down quickly!

 “Boom…”

Sure enough, a deafening explosion sounded.

Even though they were more than fifty meters apart, Zhang Yong felt like he had gone around the underworld.

  She was in a daze, as if she saw her own breasts. It seemed like he was begging the King of Hell, hoping to let him back. But looking at the look of the King of Hell, it seems that he doesn’t agree...

Zhang Yong saw "himself" staggering forward and handed the King of Hell a wad of dollars.

 Shortly afterwards, I woke up in a daze.

"ah…"

"ah…"

 Hear the continuous screams around him.

It seems that many people were affected by this explosion. If one or two people are killed by the bombing, then it's a big deal.

 But it’s okay. Just to attract hatred to the Japanese. Add fuel to the fire and make a big fuss.

 Being confused and in a trance, thoughts gradually return to reality.

Everyone ran out in a hurry.

 Zhang Yong also ran out.

 So miserable…

 bottleneck

 Fortunately it’s far away.

 Otherwise…

 Suddenly I discovered that bad things seemed to have turned into good things.

Huh?

 Has your carry-on backpack been expanded?

 It is not a temporary expansion. It is a permanent expansion.

 The space that was previously temporarily expanded has become a permanent expansion.

　　Wow!

 Happiness comes too suddenly.

This expansion is very powerful!

 Almost three times the space!

  Today’s carry-on backpacks can accommodate even the longest Type 38 rifle.

 When you have time to deal with the dollars inside, you can put a lot of weapons in the extra space. Everything from Suomi to Thomson can be played.

Even a whole ton of gold can be put into it.

 In other words, a ton of gold is actually not very big.

Happy…

Happy…

It turns out that the system seems to be able to absorb energy from close explosions.

 But, how to say it? Really dangerous.

If you are hit by debris, it will really kill you. At that time, the system cannot be saved.

 So, accidental explosions are ok. Forget about actively detonating it. Unless you want to die.

 It feels very uncomfortable right now. Feeling like vomiting. But couldn't spit it out.

 The shock wave of an explosion in a semi-enclosed space is very powerful. Can seriously injure people.

After the explosion of aerial bombs with an equivalent weight of several hundred kilograms, some bodies had almost no scratches on their appearance. But the clothes were gone. They were all shocked to death.

 “Commissioner.”

"give me a glass of water."

"yes."

Yu Licheng brought a bowl of water.

 Zhang Yong took two sips of cold water. Then I felt better.

 Attention returned to the spy. Now there are pictures and the truth. You can take the next step.

 “You can’t deny it.”

"What?"

“We found similar shells in the underground vault.”

 “It can’t be said that we did it…”

The spy suddenly felt something was wrong.

 But his throat was pinched. Unable to make a sound.

Then, he heard yelling in Japanese: "We did it. We did it..."

 The spy's mind suddenly became confused. Almost down.

 What is this sound?

 Who is calling?

The reporters turned around and saw someone being caught.

"This is the Japanese spy we captured. He is one of the masterminds of the bombardment of British warships." Zhang Yong introduced in an orderly manner, "We are now preparing to pry open its mouth and get more information..."

"It's not us, it's not..." the spy defended desperately.

The sound stopped suddenly.

 But his throat was pressed again. Unable to make a sound.

"He said it. He didn't do it himself. He also has an accomplice. His accomplice is Miyamoto Itcho who wrote the letter." Zhang Yong continued, "We believe that Miyamoto Itcho is one of the masterminds. He is a member of the Miyamoto family. We will catch him as soon as possible."

Hit Kong Fansong with a wink.

 Brother, twenty dollars is still a little short. double.

 Fifty dollars per journalist. Make sure that what you say will be what they write.

 Even if the Japanese set fire to Buckingham Palace, they would report it "truthfully". Who can’t get along with money?

No one cares about the truth about this matter. It doesn’t matter if the slander is childish.

 The key is to have the money in place. Create public opinion.

 Once public opinion arose, the Japanese were at a loss to defend themselves.

This is called spreading rumors with only one mouth open, but refuting the rumors will break your legs. It is best used to deal with Japanese invaders.

Kong Fansong understood it with heart.

 Immediately arrange for more U.S. dollars to be brought.

 For him, it’s all trivial.

As long as we can kill that Miyamoto Itcho, what's a dollar?

 Sure enough, those foreign reporters were very happy.

 Zhang Yong took the opportunity to briefly introduce the "shelling case". I insist it was made by the Japanese. The purpose is revenge.

good.

 That’s almost the introduction.

I believe that reporters have almost finished writing colorful articles.

 The fastest one may hit the streets this afternoon.

 Slower, there will be a report tomorrow morning.

Of course, we need to add fire.

 Let the Japanese become suspicious as well.

 There is a very good target, Akiyama Shigekui. Say hello to him first.

"Telephone?"

"have."

 “I’ll make a call.”

"good."

Kong Fansong came to the next door with this.

 The situation here is completely different. It is a high-end place belonging to Bank of Communications. Responsible for receiving distinguished guests.

 Zhang Yong took a look and found many beautiful ladies.

 Sure enough, rich people know how to play.

 Pick up the phone.

 “Help me pick up the Japanese Consulate in Shanghai.”

  【To be continued】

 (End of this chapter)