Bourne: Command and Conquer

Chapter 1043, there is tungsten sand again

 Zhang Yong quickly told Lin Wan to get out.

 Fighting! Women only slow down the speed of the gun.

 A Japanese sniper is somewhat dangerous.

 But it’s not very dangerous.

 Since the target has been exposed in advance, of course there are ways to deal with it.

 The only problem is that Lao Cao is not here.

 Lao Cao is not made of iron either. It is impossible to rotate continuously. Resting now.

other people…

 “Yu Licheng.”

"arrive."

“Follow me with the sniper rifle.”

"yes."

Yu Licheng immediately changed to a sniper rifle.

 It is Springfield M1903.

 This is Jinling. The empty funding department is right here. The Springfield M1903 rifle is an organizational weapon.

 Zhang Yong has a scope in his hand. install. It's a sniper rifle.

Yu Licheng’s marksmanship is pretty good. Squint your eyes. There are inherent advantages.

His squinting eyes are not Yu Zecheng’s myopia. But a bit farsighted. Therefore, the marksmanship is very accurate.

At the time, long-sightedness was also an advantage. It's easy to become a sharpshooter.

 There were also many farsighted people on the Japanese invaders side. Most people are extremely accurate with their marksmanship.

Set off.

 Approach quietly.

 I am very worried that another Japanese sniper will appear and attack from a flank.

 Fortunately not.

 There is still only one.

 Approach from the side and behind. Little by little.

 Finally, I saw my target.

 Aim the gun.

Distance is about 220 meters.

The goal is very clear. Should be able to kill with one shot.

 “Are you sure?”

"have."

"up to you…"

"Snapped!"

 The gunshot rang out.

 Zhang Yong:…

All right. He is impatient.

 Squint your eyes. Impatient. What a perfect match!

 Lower your head.

 Worried about Japanese counterattack.

 Fortunately not.

 Five seconds later, the red dot disappears.

   Done.

 The Japanese sniper was killed.

 “Shot to death.”

"Yeah?"

"follow me."

 Zhang Yong took Yu Licheng to the corpse of the Japanese invader.

 Indeed, one shot kills. The bullet entered through the side rib. It must have penetrated the heart. It's useless even if Amaterasu comes.

  Check the body carefully. I found out that he was not a veteran of the Japanese invaders.

 On the contrary, it has a bit of thin skin and tender meat. Which family seems to be the young master?

Confuse…

 Touch the corpse.

Nothing at all.

 The deceased had no tokens with him.

disappointment.

Just a broken gun. Ten more rounds of ammunition.

 Depressed…

No one has paid for the dinner just now.

Hunting Lin Wan away too quickly. Didn't ask her to pay. At the same time, I was a little embarrassed.

 After all, he and Director Lin never met each other without looking up. Blackmailing her sister isn't a good idea.

 “Take it away!”

 Zhang Yong picked up the Type 97 sniper rifle.

 Strictly speaking, it is not a broken gun. Its biggest advantage is that the muzzle flash is very small.

 If you are shooting in the dark, you cannot see the muzzle flash at all. You can only rely on the sound to roughly determine the launch location. The error will be very large.

 If it is launched during the day, it will be more secretive. It is very difficult to judge distance by sound alone.

leave. Take a few steps. Suddenly turned back.

 Still a little bit dissatisfied. I have always felt that this Japanese invader was a bit special.

 Thin skin and tender meat…

 White and pure…

 Think about it and clean the face of the deceased. Then take out the camera.

 Click!

 Click!

 Take pictures continuously.

 Then drag the body to a hiding place.

 We’ll catch a few spies in a while to identify them. Maybe you can recognize it.

"Walk!"

 Zhang Yong took Yu Licheng back to the middle of the team.

 It just so happens that there is a photo studio nearby. Although it is night. Already closed. But Zhang Yong didn't care.

 Bang bang bang!

 Bang bang bang!

 Call the boss directly. Let him help you take photos.

 The boss looked at Zhang Yong nervously and doubtfully. He said cautiously: "The film is new and has not been used up..."

 “Show it!” Zhang Yong took out five oceans. As reward.

 Have money. capricious.

 Helping me do things, I will never lose you!

  New film? fine.

If you find the right owner, you can get countless pieces of film back.

"well."

The boss agreed. Go into the darkroom with the film in hand.

 Zhang Yong sat down outside. Wait for the photos to come out.

 After a while, a labeled red dot appears. Check. It was found that it was Wen Zhenping.

Huh?

 It’s actually him?

 Why did he come to Jinling?

By the way, what was this guy’s original Japanese name?

 Take out a small memo notebook. Turn to page two. oh. It's called the mountain pass that's rocky. Shipped by Haichang. The company is headquartered in Shanghai.

I suspect that this guy has something to do with the Japanese admiral Yamaguchi Tawen. But there is no evidence.

 As he rolled his eyes, he happened to think of something that needed to be discussed with the spy alone.

So, he gave the order and acted quietly and alone.

Soon, Zhang Yong intercepted Wen Zhenping in the darkness.

 Wen Zhenping didn’t drive and took a small road. As a result, Zhang Yong blocked him.

"It's you?"

 Wen Zhenping found out that it was a false alarm.

 It turns out to be Zhang Yong!

That’s okay. He paid tribute on time.

 Other Japanese spies, if caught by Zhang Yong, will definitely have no good consequences. but he…

 4,000 oceans a month to buy Ping An. worth.

"come over."

"What?"

 “Come here, I have something to tell you.”

"Well…"

 Wen Zhenping approached cautiously.

 The mind is spinning. Thinking about how to cry poverty. If Zhang Yong declines the price increase.

 It would be best to be able to maintain 4,000 yuan per month. A little higher, 5,000 per month, which is barely acceptable. However, 6,000 per month is quite stressful. However, if Zhang Yong threatens, the hero will have no choice but to agree...

 “Do you know the prodigal from Wakayama?”

"What?"

“The libertine of Wakayama. That’s Wakayama near Osaka. Do you know?”

 “Okuma Sosan?”

"right."

 “I don’t know it. But I’ve heard of it.”

 “Okay. From now on, you can go and seek refuge with Daxiong Shosan.”

"Why?"

 “Because I’m pretending to be...”

 “Nani?”

Wen Zhenping couldn't help but break out in Japanese.

What?

 Are you pretending to be?

faint!

 No wonder the libertines suddenly appeared.

 Turns out it’s not true at all.

 But, wait!

 “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I need your cooperation! This is my first time pretending to be someone else, so I’m not very good at it.”

 Zhang Yong told the truth.

Wen Zhenping was choked immediately.

this…

What you said makes sense!

but…

 This is confidential!

 You actually told me? Aren't you afraid that I would tell the truth?

 Looking at Zhang Yong’s appearance, he seemed to be really not afraid.

 In fact…

 Zhang Yong really doesn’t care.

If the other party wants to report it, just do it.

 He only loses one disguised identity at most. It doesn't matter.

"no…"

Wen Zhenping was about to speak but stopped.

 Zhang Yong nodded. Indicate to the other person to speak directly if they have something to say. He doesn't mind.

 “It’s not appropriate to be a libertine…”

"What?"

“You can’t pretend to be a libertine when you pretend to be someone else…”

"Why?"

 “Because the libertine owes so much money, how can you pay it back?”

 “How much does he owe?”

“Maybe several million yen. Even tens of millions.”

 “Where did all the money go?”

 “It’s all spent!”

 “Where did the money go?”

 “In kabuchōs in Kyoto, Osaka and other places, libertines are frequent visitors.”

 “It won’t cost so much!”

“I don’t know the rest. In short, if you pretend to be him, you have to pay back the money first. Especially the Kumano family.”

 “How much does the libertine owe the Kumano family?”

 “Three million yen.”

"ah…"

 It was Zhang Yong's turn to break into a cold sweat.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Matt. There's something wrong with those ultra-high-tech female spies! Choose such a person!

 Ow so much money!

 I don’t know where the money went…

etc!

 Suddenly a terrible idea came to my mind.

 It is impossible for a libertine to spend all that money on his own. Unless the money is given to someone else.

 For example, Prince Yoshihito of Chichibu Palace…

ah…

 Awesome!

  Feeling like I’ve discovered a new world!

 Take a deep breath.

calm.

 Calm down.

 He needs a good shake.

If the prodigal is just a white glove, Yong Ren is the mastermind behind it...

If we say that the prodigal's death was actually planned by Yong Ren. In order to kill people and silence them. Cut off all leads. At the same time, the debt is gone.

is that so?

 Zhang Yong is not sure. But I think it's very possible.

Tens of millions of yen! Not a small amount! Even if you live in Kabuchō, you can't spend all your money.

 Someone else must have used it.

Furthermore, if other people use it, they will definitely do great things.

  If it is a trivial matter, how can we need millions of yen? You can build a bunch of warships.

You must know that as long as thirty yen, you can buy the life of a Japanese invader, Lao Bai!

 Antique-level Minekaze-class destroyers cost only 2 million yen each!

 According to the money owed by the prodigal, four or five destroyers can be built!

  So, here comes the question...   Why was he able to borrow so much money?

 Why is his face so big? Do others trust him that much?

 Who endorsed him?

 Who is operating behind the scenes?

 It is impossible for the prodigal alone to do this.

Headache…

 “I don’t have that much money to pay off my debts…” Wen Zhenping muttered to himself.

"Have I ever said that I want you to pay it back?" Zhang Yong cursed angrily, "That was something the prodigal owed before. Does it have anything to do with me?"

"Ah? Are you going to default on your debt?" Wen Zhenping's eyes suddenly widened. incredible.

 “What’s the problem?” Zhang Yong disagreed.

 It’s not something I owe. Of course not.

 I now disown all the unequal treaties signed before.

If you ask me about debt collection, then we will deal with it carefully. Where did the money, my money, go.

"I…"

Wen Zhenping was completely speechless.

picture!

so similar!

 Wrong. He is totally alone!

Whether he is a prodigal or Zhang Yong, they are masters who only go in and never go out.

 Only he takes money from other people's pockets. Others want money out of his pocket. That is beyond comparison. Maybe the account will be closed.

 How cruel Zhang Yong is. Naturally how cruel is his fake libertine.

Ruined. I got on the pirate ship and couldn't get off.

What?

 To report?

Neuropathy!

 What benefits does snitching have on you?

 There are many things that I simply cannot explain clearly. When the time comes, you may be the one who dies the fastest.

Life now is so comfortable and nourishing, and it would be a pity to give it up.

 “By the way, prepare a generous gift for Akiyama Aoiko.”

"Why?"

 “Because she is Daxiong Shozo’s fiancée.”

"I…"

 Wen Zhenping grimaced.

You pretend to be a libertine to pick up girls, and you still want me to pay?

  No, why do I feel that none of the previous prodigals were as cruel as you? Are you planning not to pay a penny yourself?

"has a problem?"

 “I’m out of money. Really. Really.”

“You do fifty push-ups immediately, and I will believe you.”

"I…"

Wen Zhenping’s face was filled with bitterness.

 Finally, I lay on the ground angrily and really started doing push-ups.

 Between fifty push-ups and a generous gift, he chose the former. Moreover, he actually finished it exhausted.

 Zhang Yong:…

All right. Too sloppy.

forgotten. This guy is a spy.

 Doing fifty push-ups is a basic skill for them.

 Next time, I must pay back five hundred...

 “Deducted from the monthly payment.”

 “That’s no problem.”

 Wen Zhenping suddenly felt relaxed and happy. Relieved.

fine. There was no chance for Zhang Yong to blackmail him. Otherwise, a generous gift would cost at least several thousand dollars.

“Shigekui Akiyama is my father-in-law, please contact me more…”

"I really…"

 “Deducted from the monthly payment…”

"OK!"

 Wen Zhenping responded immediately and readily.

As long as you don’t have to pay extra money yourself. Of course he's fine.

 Zhang Yong:…

 Next time you make a request, add more attributive words.

　　This guy was previously required to pay a monthly tribute of four thousand oceans, but now it seems that it is too little.

 However, the words have already been said, and temporary changes will lose credibility.

 From a long-term perspective, reputation is the most valuable. Especially in his line of work.

 Change the topic.

“By the way, what are you doing in Jinling?”

 “Looking for tungsten sand.”

"What?"

 “Tungsten sand.”

 “Who wants tungsten sand?”

 “Navy.”

 “Aren’t you from the Army?”

"Yes. Therefore, we must take tungsten sand into our own hands."

 “And then sell it to the navy at a high price?”

"Yes."

 Wen Zhenping answered straightforwardly.

Zhang Yong then stopped asking.

 Have known this for a long time.

If the Navy wants tungsten sand, the Army will definitely make trouble.

Last time Zeng Guangyuan said to contact Xu Sheng, I don’t know what the progress there is now...

 “Did you find it?”

“We got in touch. The goods have arrived in Jiujiang.”

 “Jiujiang?”

"right."

 “How come there are goods arriving in Jiujiang?”

“From Gannan. Of course, you have to go to Jiujiang first, and then go to Jinling!”

 “Gannan…”

 Zhang Yong frowned.

 Is it a new product? New one?

By the way, who is so capable and got another batch of goods from southern Gansu?

etc…

Something seems to be wrong.

“Whose product is it? In whose name is it named?”

 “It’s Hu Zongnan’s boat.”

"Um?"

 “Using the name of the First Army.”

"Um?"

"What quantity?"

 “Five hundred tons.”

"Um?"

 Zhang Yong felt incredible.

 In this case, it was not caused by the Red Party. But within the national army.

 After thinking for a moment, I gradually understood.

 It’s actually nothing. It's just that there are people within the national army who want to make a fortune.

 Originally, the tungsten sand should have been sold to the Germans. A long-term trade agreement has been signed with the Germans.

 Exchange tungsten sand for German weapons and equipment. This is international trade.

 However, the result of international trade is that money falls into the national treasury. Private individuals don’t seem to get much.

 However, if you find an opportunity to conceal part of the production, secretly transport part of the tungsten sand, and find a buyer yourself, you will make a lot of money.

 One hundred tons of tungsten sand can be resold for 20,000 to 30,000 yuan!

 Five hundred tons, that is more than 100,000.

Who can not be moved?

 It just so happens that the frontline troops have this convenience.

 Hu Zongnan was the first disciple of the Emperor, the commander of the First Army, and the inspector general...

 If tungsten sand is transported out in his name, who dares to intercept and inspect it?

Of course, Hu Zongnan may not have done it himself. But it was enough that someone took advantage of his name.

 After the matter is completed, Hu Zongnan only needs to collect the money secretly.

"Anything else?"

  “Yes. But, there is no contact with me.”

"knew."

 Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

 As expected, everyone is a master of making money. If there are benefits, don’t let them go.

 Tungsten sand is valuable, so keep an eye on it. Find a way to figure it out. You Hu Zongnan does a little, and I, Tang Enbo, do a little too.

 And those other big guys. No one wants to be left behind.

D.

 Everyone has done this kind of thing, so naturally no one will report it to Chiang Kai-shek.

 Lao Chiang will be kept in the dark from beginning to end.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Matt. They are all masters.

 He, Zhang Yong, had not received any news before.

well…

 Can’t keep up with the times!

 But, it doesn’t matter. He knows it now.

 When the tungsten sand reaches Jinling or Shanghai, he will definitely have a hand in it. How can I, Zhang Yong, be spared from such a beneficial thing?

"roll!"

 Send Wen Zhenping away.

 Back to the photo studio. I found that the photo was not done yet.

 These days, no matter how fast the speed is, it still takes two hours. Even longer.

 Suddenly, someone came in a hurry.

　　is an agent from the Chicken Goose Lane headquarters.

“Reporting specialist, please call back as soon as possible from Wusongkou Pier.”

"good."

 Zhang Yong took back his thoughts.

 Wusongkou Pier? What's up? problem occurs?

 Find the phone immediately.

 Call back to Wusongkou Pier. The person who answered the phone was Yuan Zheng.

 “Commissioner…”

"What happened?"

“A boat came to the dock. There were hundreds of people on the boat. It said it was coming from Nanman.”

 “Southern Manchuria?”

"Yes. Many of them look like prisoners. There are police guards. There are guns."

 “Hold them!”

 “I don’t have enough people…”

 “I’ll call to arrange for additional staff.”

"well."

"that's all!"

 Zhang Yong immediately hung up the phone.

 Hundreds of criminals were on the ship from South Manchuria?

 They are not criminals, they are anti-Japanese elements. Those policemen are all from Manchukuo.

 They actually landed at Wusongkou Pier.

 The speed is a bit fast.

Zhang Yong was not ready when the people came.

 Since it’s here. Then don't leave!

 Leave them all!

 Call back to the 026 logistics base quickly. The person who answered the phone happened to be Shi Bingdao.

 “The boss…”

 “How many people are there in the base?”

 “About two hundred…”

“Leave thirty people to look after the house. Others, immediately reinforce Wusongkou Wharf.”

"What happened?"

“A ship came. It was full of anti-Japanese elements. There were also some police from Manchukuo. They had guns.”

"ah?"

“Go to the dock to help. Detain all the Manchukuo policemen. If they resist, shoot them on the spot.”

"good."

 “I’ll fly back to deal with it right away.”

"good."

"that's all."

 Zhang Yong quickly hung up the phone.

 I don’t care about the photos anymore.

 Can’t wait.

 He must rush back to Dajiaochang Air Force Base immediately. Then take off directly.

 The matter at Wusongkou Wharf needs to be handled by him personally. If it is given to anyone else, something will happen.

 “Yu Licheng.”

"arrive."

 “I’ll leave this to you. Remember to get the photo.”

"yes."

 “I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

"yes."

"I am leaving."

 Zhang Yong set off in a hurry.

He anxiously headed to the Dajiaochang Air Force Base.

result…

night…

 The plane cannot take off!

  【To be continued】

 (End of this chapter)