Bourne: Command and Conquer

Chapter 1182: , at any cost

Chapter 1182, at all costs

"Military seat."

"Say it."

"That Zhang Yong is just messing around! He is lawless! Now the whole of Peiping has been messed up by him..."

"What's going on with the Japanese?"

"They called me frantically and asked me to arrest Zhang Yong."

"Zhang Yong is the inspector sent by Jinling."

"But, he's messing around like this..."

"What did Zhang Yong say?"

"He said that if the Japanese want to accuse, go to him and accuse him!"

"Then what's the problem?"

"No, military seat..."

"If the Japanese want to accuse, let them accuse Zhang Yong. Just say that we can't control it."

"But, he kills people indiscriminately like this..."

"I'm tired. If the Japanese have anything to do, let them negotiate with Zhang Yong. Including defense negotiations."

"defense?"

"Yes. Leave it all to Zhang Yong and the Japanese. Let's not talk."

"But…"

"Tell the Japanese that if you have anything to do, go to Zhang Yong. The other party is a senior official from Jinling. Our 29th Army needs to listen to Jinling."

"Military Commander, I understand what you mean. But how old is Zhang Yong, why should he..."

"He must have killed the Japanese more ruthlessly than us."

"Military seat..."

"That's it. Don't worry about anything. Leave it all to Zhang Yong. Unless he is already dead."

"Understood."

"that's all."

…

"Baga! This Zhang Yong is simply crazy!"

"Is it bad?"

"He killed dozens of us in one day!"

"so much?"

"Yes! Kill on sight! Kill on sight! They are killing like crazy! No one will be left alive!"

"Where is the person you sent out? Why don't you kill him?"

"We... haven't had a chance yet!"

"Baga! A bunch of trash! There's only one Zhang Yong! There are so many of you! You can't kill him? Do you want me to go there myself?"

"Your Excellency General..."

"Go! Send all your forces! Kill Zhang Yong! If you can't kill Zhang Yong within three days, you will commit seppuku yourself!"

"I…"

"Baga! Waste! A loser! Incompetent!"

"Tie!"

…

"Ah sneeze!"

Zhang Yong sneezed continuously.

He looked down at his tunic suit. Not stained with blood.

He is actually very civilized now. They were all shot from a distance. At least five meters away.

Therefore, no matter how much blood splashed, it could not splash on his body. Probably too hot. Sweating all over. Got a cold.

Seriously. The weather is really hot.

After all, it is June in the Gregorian calendar. The sun is like fire. He was in a hurry again.

"Da da da..."

Another spy was shot dead on the spot.

He is a rag collector. The Japanese spy even pretends to be a collector of rags.

Baga!

Do you want to be so dedicated?

He was covered in filth and stunk more than a real beggar.

Cover your nose.

Search and search.

Very unexpectedly, I found a lot of legal currency.

All in bundles. The face value is 5 yuan. According to rough statistics, there are more than a hundred bundles.

Confuse. Can't figure it out.

What is the spy doing? A beggar has so much money?

Are beggars responsible for door-to-door delivery?

Something feels wrong.

Keep searching.

Sure enough, there was a big discovery.

It was discovered that there were many secret documents hidden in the waste paper pile.

Many documents are titled on the Chaji Administrative Affairs Committee. There are many signatures of big guys on it.

Understood. Why do beggars have so much fiat currency?

It turned out that they were buying information.

These documents are intelligence.

The Japanese invaders are really good at using pirated legal currency to buy genuine information!

A huge profit.

Just provide some ink and paper yourself.

There are so many documents, which means that there are no secrets in North China.

As long as the documents come from the Chaji Administrative Committee, the Japanese invaders probably have backup copies. Maybe more than one.

This is no longer a question of sieves. It's just a bare crotch. Everything is visible.

It’s no wonder that in the subsequent battle, the Japanese invaders seemed to be in uninhabited territory. Except for Nanyuan Airport, which put up a little resistance, other places fell easily.

The deaths of Tong Linge, Zhao Dengyu and others were simply betrayed by traitors. An unjust death.

"Burn."

"yes."

Soon, a raging fire broke out.

Including those leaked documents, all were destroyed in the fire.

What?

Take it out as evidence?

What evidence does Zhang Yong need? Arrest No. 76...

No, he, Zhang Yong, arrests people. When does he need evidence? As long as there is a red dot, immediately...

Not to mention, just when the fire was raging, a red dot actually approached. At first glance, he seems uneasy and well-intentioned.

Zhang Yong immediately carried the Suomi submachine gun over. Saw a beggar.

Yes, Japanese spies are so professional.

Just forget about wearing tattered makeup. He also dressed up as a beggar.

"Cry you Qiba!"

Zhang Yong greeted the other party with a smile. Japanese is very pure.

At the same time, he raised the Somi submachine gun.

"Da da da..."

Just beat the opponent into a sieve.

Vaguely, I seemed to hear the other party's response: Kunichwa...

illusion.

Put away the gun.

Turn around and leave.

The beggar has nothing on him.

In a hurry.

Get on the tram.

"Walk."

"Sir, the next stop is Yenching University..."

"Walk!"

Zhang Yong had no expression on his face.

I don’t care what university you go to! I only care about spies!

As long as there are red dots, it doesn't matter what you do! Tianjing is all fake. Tokyo’s best…

The driver drove quickly.

Zhang Yong closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Within a radius of 1,000 meters, there are many red dots.

However, they are all too far from the main road. Often two to three hundred meters away. Let it go for now.

Now, his mission is on both sides of the main road. Within 150 meters. Prioritize disposal.

Finally, another red dot appeared near the tram.

Next to the red dot, there is a yellow dot. The distance may only be ten meters.

The tram is gradually approaching. See clearly. There are two bookstores. Next to each other. The bookstore to the west has a red dot. The bookstore to the east has yellow dots.

coincide?

Intentional?

Too lazy to judge.

"parking!"

"Why…"

The driver stopped quickly.

Zhang Yong got out of the car with a Somi submachine gun.

By this time, it was already evening. The setting sun hung in the sky.

In both bookstores, there are more than a dozen students reading books. There are men and women. It seems that the bookstore where the Japanese spy is located is more crowded.

Make strides forward. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of an acquaintance in the corner of his eye.

Huh?

Qi Jiuding?

Head tilted. Look carefully.

That's right. It was indeed him. It turns out the yellow dot is him.

Is he the bookstore owner? It seems not. He seemed to be reading a book too.

Of course, it's also possible to connect with someone.

Pretend not to know.

Qi Jiuding hasn't seen him yet.

Go straight to the bookstore next door. Find the red dot. He is a fat middle-aged man.

I saw Zhang Yong rushing in aggressively. The spy was confused and nervous.

"you…"

"Da da da..."

What greeted it was naturally a series of gunshots.

Zhang Yong fired more than twenty rounds of ammunition in one go. Worried that the other person will get fat and die.

As a result, a series of bullets knocked the spy down on his back.

"ah…"

The students next to me were all frightened.

Want to run. It turned out that there were all soldiers with guns outside.

"My name is Zhang Yong!"

"I killed Japanese spies!"

At this time, Zhang Yong's voice came. The sound shook the world. Deafening.

Suddenly, all the exclamations were suppressed by him.

Zhang Yong:…

sweat. I seem to have a built-in loudspeaker function?

Sure enough, communication basically relies on shouting.

"This bookstore owner is a Japanese invader in disguise!"

"If you have any clues about Japanese spies, please report it! There will be rewards!"

Zhang Yong continued.

Then he waved his hand to signal the people behind him to get out of the way.

The frightened students hurriedly retreated. Only the bodies of the Japanese spies were left in the bookstore.

Zhang Yong walked to the corner, reached out and pulled down a bookshelf.

He is very powerful now and does things simply and roughly.

After the bookshelf was pulled down, a small door at the back was revealed. It turns out there is an agency.

Pull the small door open and there is an entrance. Dark.

The 3D map shows there are hidden spaces inside. Sure enough.

"Chen Yan!"

"arrive!"

"Go in and take a look!"

"yes!"

Chen Yan immediately got in.

Two people followed behind.

After a while, Chen Yan took out a radio station from inside.

oh?

Is there a radio station?

The map doesn't seem to be showing?

It's probably not powered on.

Just as he was about to speak, someone came out from behind carrying a radio.

Three people went in and actually came out with three radio stations. It seems that the identity of this Japanese spy is not simple!

It's a pity that he was beaten to death when they met.

But it doesn't matter. No matter what his identity is. The results are the same.

"There's more! There's more!" Chen Yan shouted excitedly.

"What else?" Zhang Yong asked. "There's also a radio station inside."

"besides?"

Zhang Yong was stunned.

No, four? Four radio stations?

What's this spy doing hiding so many radio stations? Use it as a meal?

Keep moving!

Move out five radio stations.

Two old ones and three new ones. Not opened yet.

Surprised.

Looking at the spy's body on the ground.

It must be a big fish! It's a pity that it just happened suddenly.

Shake his head.

"And more! And more! And more!"

"what else?"

"Silver, silver..."

"Yeah?"

Zhang Yong was dubious.

Could a spy be that stupid? Impossible?

Hidden five radio stations, and also hidden silver?

So stupid?

Head down and go in.

Light the fire fold. Sure enough, I saw a lot of silver.

They are all pieces of silver. The shapes are not the same. Some are silver ingots. Some gold ingots.

Just pick up a piece. Weigh, weigh. It feels okay in the hand. He bit it with his mouth again. Seems true? Unfortunately, he is not a professional and dare not make a conclusion.

However, so much silver, even if it is slightly less pure, is quite astonishing.

Where did the spy come from? It is now uncheckable. But it doesn't matter.

As long as it falls into the hands of Zhang Yong, it belongs to Zhang Yong.

Immediately ordered everyone to move out.

All moved back to Nanyuan Airport. Then put it on the plane and take it away.

There is already a DC-3 transport plane waiting at the airport. Installed tonight. Take off early tomorrow morning. You can return to Jinling at noon.

Then it falls into the money bag of the short-term financing department...

"Walk!"

Wave. Lead the team to evacuate.

I took a look at the bookstore to the east. I saw Qi Jiuding. The other party also saw him. But his expression remained motionless.

Suddenly wanted to play a prank. He winked at the other party mysteriously.

hey-hey. Take your time and guess.

Take your time and guess what I mean.

Wink!

Ha ha…

Leave happily.

There is another red dot approaching in front.

Riding a bicycle, seems to be a teacher?

Spy?

Pretending to be a teacher?

Calm and calm.

When the other party came to his side, he suddenly took out the gun.

This time I used Thomson.

Original 100 round drum magazine.

Somi was tired of it. Need to change the feel.

"Ta-ta-ta..."

A series of bullets all hit the spy.

The spy was immediately beaten and fell backwards from the bicycle. Fall down. The bicycle continued to move forward.

Zhang Yong speeded up a few steps. Come to the front of the spy.

At that moment, he saw the spy open his mouth.

You seem to want to speak?

So awesome…

Just like the anti-Japanese drama.

Even after being hit by Thomson, he could still speak.

"Zhang Yong..."

I clearly heard the spy say two words.

The Japanese spy still used his last strength to glare at him with ferocious eyes.

Obviously, the other party knew him Zhang Yong.

but…

Why not hide?

Why did you ride straight over here?

Do you think you might not be able to identify it?

hehe.

Overestimating one’s capabilities…

Squat down.

Touch the corpse.

I found a telegram.

Huh?

telegraph?

Just take it out.

I found it written in Traditional Chinese:

Kill Zhang Yong quickly. No matter what the cost.

oh…

It turns out he wants his own head!

I thought there was some great secret! It turned out that he wanted to kill himself.

Throw the telegram away.

Too lazy to tear it into pieces. Anyone who wants to see it can see it!

Whoever wants to kill me, Zhang Yong, just come over! I'll take it all.

However, you must bring some money with you!

Killing NPC requires exploding gold coins to gain motivation. Otherwise, it’s boring to grind monsters numbly.

"Walk!"

Continue on the tram.

Continue all the way west. About to reach the terminal.

"parking!"

Zhang Yong suddenly shouted.

The driver stopped quickly.

"get off!"

Zhang Yong got off the bus with his team. Change to a tram.

This time it was a different route.

Soon, close to the first target.

Take a look. Pretending not to see it. But it was a young woman.

Pretty.

flirtatious.

Wearing an off-white cheongsam. It seems to be a bit white from washing. I am teaching children in a small courtyard.

No need to look, it’s definitely a special high school course.

what to do?

Of course let her go.

Male spies and ugly female spies must die.

But young and beautiful ones can be saved. They can be made guilty and meritorious. Influenced by myself…

In short, the premise is to be young and beautiful...

"Walk!"

The tram starts.

keep going.

The second target is quickly approached.

The spy lived in a very humble house.

He had weapons on him. It's two Tokarev pistols. The pistol was loaded. Very dangerous.

Although I didn’t see what the target looked like. However, Zhang Yong was convinced that the other party was not an ordinary person.

Therefore, don’t think about confronting someone head-on.

Must be plotted.

Quietly observe the nearby terrain.

I discovered that there was a small western-style building five houses away. Empty. No one.

The small western-style building has three floors. If you go to the roof. Maybe you can condescendingly send a grenade to the spy?

There is a palm technique that falls from the sky...

no. It's a grenade falling from the sky.

Act now.

Silent technical unlocking. Enter the small western-style building.

Come up to the roof. Sure enough, you can clearly see the house where the spy is. The tiles are neat. No holes.

But it doesn't matter. Just take out the German M24 grenade.

The domestically produced charges are too small and the explosive power is insufficient. Worried that the bombs would not kill the Japanese invaders.

The original ones made in Germany have no such problem. Contains 100 grams of TNT explosive. The explosion is very powerful.

Pull the string. Wait two seconds. Then throw it out.

The grenade landed exactly on top of the spy's head.

With the help of gravity and inertia, it smashes directly through the roof and falls into the house.

The map shows that the Japanese spies are moving. Apparently something was wrong.

Unfortunately, it was too late to escape.

"boom!"

The grenade exploded.

The shock wave completely blew the roof off.

The Japanese spy was also shaken from inside the house to the outside by the shock wave. But not dead.

The red dot is still there.

I saw the Japanese invaders drawing their guns. Trying to fight back.

Good guy. So awesome. This way you can draw your gun and fight back. How brave.

He bowed his head quickly.

Then keep throwing grenades.

If one doesn't work, then two. Standard operation.

strangeness…

Didn't hear the gunshot?

Didn’t the Japanese invaders already have their guns drawn?

Why didn't you shoot?

"boom!"

The second grenade exploded.

Then, the map showed and the red dot disappeared. The Japanese invaders are dead.

Um?

I feel a bit unsatisfied.

A little confused again. Why didn't the spy shoot?

Make sure the Japanese invaders are completely dead. Zhang Yongcai came downstairs. Slowly approached the Japanese invaders. Squat down. Touch the corpse.

It was discovered that the Japanese invader's arm had been blown off. No wonder it couldn't be fired.

It's also possible that the remaining person drew his gun with his last breath. But there was no strength left to shoot.

All right. This is the real battlefield.

The kind of person who can remain conscious after being exploded by a grenade at close range is basically a miracle.

Vaguely, he seemed to feel familiar with the spy in front of him.

It's not physical features or anything like that.

It's the action. its reaction. It reminds me of the Miyamoto family.

In other words, I thought of those Japanese spy killers.

From some family.

To be sure, not ordinary people. It definitely has an identity.

Keep touching the body.

No banknotes. No money whatsoever.