Spy Shadow: Command & Conquer

Chapter 2031, Signing

Percival, also known as Percival.

What an unlucky fellow. Just like Wainwright, he was a prisoner of the Japanese invaders.

However, when Zhang Yong first saw him, he found the man to be full of ambition and very energetic, possessing the demeanor of a scholar-general.

Or you could say it's a peculiar quality of the British: hypocritical and sanctimonious.

Perhaps he's just filling in the gaps in his knowledge. He's a pirate at heart, but appears very refined on the surface.

In fact, the other side had participated in World War I.

His performance in World War I was also considered heroic.

His career thereafter went smoothly.

The British high command actually had high hopes for him when he was sent to the Far East.

It is said that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, he might even become the Chief of the General Staff of the British Army. His future looks very bright.

result……

Haha ...

In the blink of an eye, they became prisoners of war.

It is clear that excessive praise can be extremely harmful.

Fortunately, no one praised Zhang Yong to the point of ruin. The newspapers were full of sarcasm and ridicule.

Sit on the sidelines.

Many British soldiers arrived fully armed.

They searched everywhere for the so-called cannon, but found nothing. The airport was deserted.

Zhang Yong asked knowingly, "What are you looking for?"

A British soldier replied, "Cannons."

"There's not a soul in sight here, so where would any cannons come from?"

"Well……"

"There are so many of us here, and you haven't seen any of us, yet you've seen cannons?"

"Well……"

The British were speechless.

Today's events felt very strange, but I couldn't figure out why.

Indeed, the surroundings were empty; there were no cannons to be seen, not even a mortar, let alone a large-caliber artillery piece.
However, there was indeed a strong smell of gunpowder in the air.

So they went to look for witnesses. There were witnesses in the distance, but they were too far to see clearly.

It's 100% certain that the shells were launched from the airport and landed in the distant strait.

The problem was that, without any evidence, the British had no choice but to suppress their doubts.

"Your Excellency Speaker..."

"Your Excellency General..."

Spencer went up to talk to Percival.

In fact, Percival was responsible for making this decision. He had all the authority.

Zhang Yong silently observed the British army's defensive deployment.

The map from the Air Force Command shows only British heavy weapons.

warships...

cannon……

airplane……

There are.

But there were no tanks.

No tanks were found in either Malaya to the north or in Singapore.

No tanks were found in the Dutch East Indies to the south.

Clearly, the British army felt that tanks were useless in this area, so they did not deploy them.

In the end, it was the Japanese tank force that breached their defenses first. They were defeated by the Japanese's small tanks.

very funny.

Very ironic.

Tanks were invented by the British.

However, no tanks were deployed in the vast Far East.

Did the British abandon all their tanks at Dunkirk? Couldn't they even spare a single one?
and many more……

This seems to be a huge market.

The British don't have tanks. But I do! I sell shoes to those who have no shoes...

"open!"

Spencer suddenly raised his hand.

Zhang Yong then walked over.

There was no salute.

He's not British.

He's not Percival's subordinate.

The key point is that he has never been particularly fond of the British.

Doing business is fine. Nothing else is negotiable.

"Who is this……"

"Our special committee's special envoy, Zhang, is also my chief military advisor. He is fully in charge of the Foreign Legion."

"Chinese?"

"In the exercise that just ended, he defeated all the armies of your Commonwealth."

"I see."

Percival stared intently at Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong remained calm, completely ignoring the other party.

It's not an act. It's really true.

Because he had met far too many big shots.

A newly promoted lieutenant general in the British Army is really nothing special.

The other party's status is even lower than Auchinlek's!
Even if Old Qiu, Old Luo, Old Si, and Old Xi all stood in front of him, he wouldn't be afraid.

They might even dare to pinch Lao Xi's nose. It seems the other person also has rhinitis? Their voice is very nasal.

Ha. They're all in the past.

I, Zhang Yong, am a member of the new generation born under the red flag and raised in the spring breeze!
"please."

"please."

The group boarded the vehicle.

The convoy headed toward the British Army Headquarters.

Zhang Yong silently examined the radar map. He spotted someone he knew.

We're very familiar with each other.

I've studied it thoroughly. The kind of close-range, even indirect, connection.

Catherine.

She is indeed in Singapore.

Great, I won't be lonely at night here. I'll have someone to keep me company.

Moreover, there are probably quite a few entertainment options available here.

Because many red dots were found.

There were more than thirty red dots in such a small area.

Go out and catch a few whenever you have free time.

Make yourself feel beautiful.

I spotted two more acquaintances. Rodhart. Godric.

These two guys have always been shrouded in mystery, and their true identities have never been revealed.

wrong.

There are three. There's also McFarlane.

This one I know really well. Officially a salesman, but actually an intelligence agent.

Strange, why are there so many Americans in Singapore? Do they think Manila is unsafe and are all heading this way?
The convoy moved forward slowly.

Another familiar contact quietly appeared.

Miss Lilu. She's here too.

Haha, tiny Singapore, yet it's a gathering place for influential figures!
Great, the more acquaintances the better.

They specifically prey on people they know well.

Close your eyes and rest your mind.

The convoy finally arrived at the British headquarters.

There were no skyscrapers. Instead, it was an exquisite manor with many three-story buildings.

parking.

get off.

Silently surveying his surroundings.

This place is truly a paradise! It doesn't look like a war is about to break out here at all.

At this very moment, Britain itself was engulfed in war. But in the Far East, all was peaceful and tranquil, a scene of ease and comfort.

Who could have imagined that just over a year later, this place would be easily occupied by the Japanese invaders?

View the radar map.

Surprisingly, there were no anti-aircraft guns at all.

It should be noted that this is the British Army Headquarters, the command center.

Even if it were just for show, they should have deployed dozens of 20mm autocannons, right? But there wasn't a single one.

There are no anti-aircraft guns within a 10-kilometer radius shown on the radar map.

Surroton has none. Oerlikon has none. Nothing at all.

Did the British really think this place was a paradise? Did they really think the Japanese wouldn't attack?
confidence?

negligence?

They deserved to fail so miserably later on.

Percival was even taken to the icy, snowy landscapes of Northeast China to enjoy himself...

"please."

They sat down separately.

Zhang Yong sat next to Spencer.

There was also a McDonald next to him. This guy was there specifically to support the French.

The documents are all ready. It's really just a formality.

The two sides have already reached an agreement privately.

Today is the official signing day. It's confirmed in black and white.

"Zhang, it's your turn."

"Thank you!"

Zhang Yong took the document.

I glanced at it quickly and discovered something quite unexpected.

The fact that the French can station troops in Malaya and Singapore, including the Foreign Legion, is astounding.

He was secretly surprised.

I never imagined Spencer had so much energy.

It's incredible that the British were able to open such a door.

It's likely that MacDonald, standing nearby, expended considerable effort, using both threats and inducements, to force the British to concede.

A moment of silence.

Inquiry on purpose.

"General, have you really agreed to let us station troops here?"

"Yes."

Percival's answer was bland and unremarkable.

He was certainly unhappy. All the British were unhappy.

How could we let the French interfere on our own territory?
The British's greatest enemy was France.

The century-long "friendship" between the two countries is still fresh in our minds. We'd fight tooth and nail to the death.

The problem is, the Americans are the ones causing trouble behind the scenes.

It is said that allied nations should help each other.

They even said the French just wanted a nominal position. At most, they'd station a few hundred people.

The French are disorganized these days; even if you let them station troops, they couldn't station many. Why are you British so worried?

The British thought about it and realized it made sense. Even if they approved it, how many French troops could the French station there? The French were already preoccupied with their own problems.

"Then there's no problem."

Zhang Yong happily signed his name. Neatly and carefully.

Outwardly calm, inwardly happy.

The British certainly didn't expect that they had someone with cheat codes.

The French may lack power, but I do! I can run rampant everywhere in the name of the French.

Having this pretext makes things much easier. The real show is yet to come.

Signing complete.

The two sides exchanged a perfunctory handshake. Then they took a photo together as a memento.

Zhang Yong was naturally standing in the very corner. He still had a long way to go to get the center position.

Get it done.

They broke up.

For the time being, there's nothing more to do with Zhang Yong.

Spencer was responsible for writing all the official documents.

Zhang Yong only needs to be responsible for the substance.

There was no banquet.

The British wouldn't even give out a single serving of bizarre food.

This clearly shows that they signed this document with a heavy heart, completely unwillingly.

Fortunately, the French were wealthy and could host their own banquet. Zhang Yong acted alone.

Arrange delivery.

A brand-new, gleaming BMW three-wheeled motorcycle arrived quickly.

boarding.

start up.

"Suddenly..."

First, go find McFarlane.

This guy is in a coffee shop.

parking.

get off.

Enter the coffee shop.

He was face to face with McFarlane.

McFarlane: ? ? ?
His face was filled with astonishment.

It was as if they had seen a ghost.

He clearly saw Zhang Yong, but he couldn't believe it.

He rubbed his eyes unconsciously. He even stood up. He watched helplessly as Zhang Yong came to his side.

Zhang Yong reached out and pressed the other person down. Then he sat down himself.

"Snapped!"

He snapped his fingers with a flourish.

I called the waiter over and ordered two steaks.

One serving isn't enough. We need two. And there's also a bottle of fine red wine.

I've been spending a lot of time with French people lately, and Tess is Italian, so she's also very knowledgeable about red wine.

So, without anyone noticing, Zhang Yong's standards for red wine also rose.

The most expensive isn't necessarily the best. But the best is definitely not cheap. One bottle costs thirty dollars.

"wait!"

McFarlane finally realized what was happening.

The other party is undoubtedly Zhang Yong. No doubt about it. He's trying to kill me right from the start.

A bottle of red wine that costs thirty dollars is too extravagant.

"How did you come?"

"I came to see you."

"Change, change, change!"

McFarlane winced. That was thirty dollars.

We absolutely cannot let Zhang Yong ruin things like this. In the end, we might be the ones who pay the price.

When have you ever heard of Zhang Yong paying the bill?
"I thought you were in Manila. What are you doing in Singapore?"

"Come over and have some fun."

"You're trying to lie to me again."

"It's nothing really. I just came to check on the British deployment and then go back to report."

"That's pretty much it."

Zhang Yong believed their story. In reality, they were still gathering intelligence.

It's impossible for the British to fully disclose their defense deployments to the United States.

If you want to know the real core secrets, you have to find a way yourself.

McFarlane is here to do this.

"finished?"

"not yet."

"Do you need my help?"

"you?"

"I have all the British heavy weapons deployment locations."

"Really?"

McFarlane was skeptical.

He knew that Zhang Yong's real job was actually intelligence gathering.

They used to be incredibly effective at catching Japanese spies. They were swift and accurate every time. But recently they've changed careers.

He spent most of his time commanding regular troops in battle, leaving less time for espionage.

As a result, his relationship with Zhang Yong gradually became distant.

After all, their roles have changed.

How much funding did McHale give you?

"What do you ask for this?"

"Give me the funding. I'll give you a very detailed defense deployment map."

"That won't work."

"No one knows the British army's defenses better than I do."

"If you lie to me, Mac will definitely hit me on the head with his corn pipe."

"What if he thinks it's great?"

"Ok?"

"Give it to me!"

"All right!"

McFarlane had no choice but to pick up the suitcase.

That definitely contains his intelligence budget. He hasn't even started spending it yet.

Intelligence work definitely costs money.

We need to bribe our informants.

This was true even for the British.

"Don't lie to me..."

"If I'm lying to you, may I be penniless for the rest of my life and never be able to touch a beautiful woman."

"Ok."

McFarlane was relieved.

For Zhang Yong, it was indeed the most vicious oath.

take money.

A total of $30,000.

It seems that McHale is also a bit short on cash lately?
An intelligence budget of only $30,000? You think you can get top-secret information with that little?
No wonder McFarlane eventually agreed.

Otherwise, what decent intelligence could he possibly get with just $30,000?

"I'll do the work, don't worry."

"As long as the money is right, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Zhang Yong made arrangements quickly.

You can operate it within the portable space.

Various annotations.

Then print it.

More than a hundred copies were printed. A thick stack.

Naturally, all of these are related to the British defensive deployments. From Malaya to Singapore, none have been overlooked.

Take it out.

Place it on the table.

It was passed to McFarlane.

McFarlane: ? ? ?
His eyes widened again.

what's the situation?
Where did all these things come from?

It looks like a photograph. But it's not just a photograph.

It looks like a topographical view taken from high above. There are various markings.

"It's all yours."

"Oh……"

McFarlane picked up a sheet at random and examined it carefully.

The more I looked, the more alarmed I became. The information was incredibly detailed. It even listed the location of every single 12-pounder cannon.

Other large-caliber artillery pieces were also clearly labeled.

They all have dates and locations.

Also includes latitude and longitude. Accurate to four decimal places.

and many more……

Latitude and longitude?
McFarlane looked utterly astonished.

How was this done?

"Zhang, how did you measure the latitude and longitude?"

"This is confidential. It'll cost extra."

"Never mind. I won't ask."

McFarlane quickly changed his tune.

He really did want to know. But he really did run out of money.

watch carefully.

Very focused.

He had never seen such detailed intelligence before.

Send this intelligence back to Manila, and maybe Mac will send him a corncob pipe.

Too detailed.

It’s so perfect.

It seemed to be a defense plan devised by Zhang Yong himself.

Even if changes are needed in the future, they can't be made too much. This is necessary due to the limitations of the terrain.

Suddenly, he frowned slightly.

However, he inadvertently discovered that the defenses seemed to have some loopholes.

If someone were to slip through those loopholes, it could potentially cause the entire defense line to collapse.

Strange, can't the British see that?
No. I need to go back and study this carefully.

Zhang Yong naturally saw it. He knew that McFarlane had discovered a loophole in the defense.

Without a god-like perspective, it would be very difficult to discover. But coincidentally, the defense deployment he printed out was from a god-like perspective.

Therefore, anyone with basic military knowledge would have noticed this. This naturally includes MacArthur.

As for how the other party will react after discovering this, that's none of Zhang Yong's business. He's just watching the show.

"So, how about it? A good deal on $30,000, right?"

"No loss, no loss."

McFarlane was completely convinced and utterly impressed.

If I had known, I would have just come directly to Zhang Yong and that would have been enough. Why did I need to go through all this trouble myself?
Cash on delivery.

Delivery on the spot.

Zhang Yong's reputation is beyond reproach.

"I'll sell it to you exclusively."

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

"So, you'll pay the bill later, is that alright?"

"No problem, no problem."

McFarlane immediately realized what was happening and ordered someone to change the wine.

Bring back that thirty-dollar bottle of red wine. This time, it's done willingly.

He even felt that he owed Zhang Yong a favor.

Zhang Yong then began to eat with satisfaction.

"correct."

McFarlane suddenly hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.