Spy Shadow: Command & Conquer

Chapter 2053, The Suit-Wearing Thug

"What's the matter?"

"It's about cooperation between our two navies."

Do we have a navy?

"Not now. But it will be available in the future."

"it is good."

Zhang Yong sat down and asked the other party to explain in detail.

The other party was Roosevelt's naval assistant. He was probably relaying Roosevelt's message.

That's strange. Why aren't you going to find the bald guy? Why are you coming to find me?

Oh, I guess they're worried that if the money ends up in the bald guy's hands, he'll just invest it in the stock market on Wall Street.

It is said that Kong Xiangxi and Song Ziliang were best at doing this.

The aid funds arrived in the morning. By the afternoon, they were on Wall Street. Speed ​​was the priority. Every second counted.

"We are drafting an aid bill..."

"By adopting a leasing method..."

"Allied nations in need can make a request..."

"Goods first, payment later. The debt can be settled and paid off over the next ten years or longer."

Callahan said slowly.

He spoke slowly, as if worried that Zhang Yong wouldn't understand.

Zhang Yong's lips curled slightly upward, indicating that he understood.

It's the Lend-Lease Act!

It's just not fully formed yet.

Or rather, it hasn't been announced to the public yet.

We need to communicate privately beforehand and remove all obstacles.

Of course, the most important thing is that it requires the support of those big capitalists.

Especially the support of arms giants.

Since it's a Lend-Lease Act, there's no repayment expected at the moment.

Roosevelt didn't have any money either, so what could he do? He could only ask all parties to buy on credit first.

Yeah, all of them...

West Ice Warehouse Hotel...

Don't assume that this set is exclusive to all card players.

Actually, the most ruthless way to deal with big capitalists is with a lame-duck president. His taxes are incredibly high.

90% of taxes is nothing. Some even reach 95%.

"What do you want me to do?"

"We need you to sign some agreement documents."

"Let me see."

"There is no original document. Only the main contents of the memorandum are available."

"it is good."

Zhang Yong reached out and took it.

The contents of the memo weren't particularly harsh.

After all, the United States now knows that once the British fall, the situation will become unpredictable.

Therefore, the main purpose of this Lend Act was to help the British.

But the British had nothing left to exchange.

Even those key overseas islands that could serve as military bases have already changed hands.

We can't just let others give you all those colonies.

That would have led to other countries making peace with the Germans. The Germans aren't that greedy.

At least, the Germans did not demand that France hand over its overseas colonies. Even the French navy was well preserved.

I finished reading it quickly.

There was no cession of territory or payment of reparations.

There were no demands for any special trade privileges.

In short, they'll give you the item, and you'll write them an IOU.

It will be paid off in thirty years.

If you are unable to repay, we can discuss it later.

Honestly, the terms of the agreement are quite generous.

There was no other way; the British were in grave danger. We had to intervene as soon as possible.

Therefore, bringing the Chinese government into the picture was simply to provide a more plausible and convincing reason to persuade Congress.

Yes, this Lend-Lease bill also needs to be passed by Congress.

At the very least, we cannot vehemently oppose it.

Otherwise, the president could also be impeached.

"Two battleships..."

"Five cruisers..."

"Twenty destroyers..."

Zhang Yong wrote his requirements on the back of the memo.

Too many won't do. Too few won't do either. About thirty ships. Just right.

If valued in US dollars, it would be around five hundred million US dollars. Not particularly remarkable.

result……

“That’s too little,” Callahan said slowly.

"Is that so?" Zhang Yong then took the memo back and revised it.

Five battleships...

Ten cruisers...

Fifty destroyers...

That should be quite a lot, right?

By the way, do you also need to submit false accounts?
Will there really be that many warships arriving?

joke……

Having ten destroyers would be considered quite good.

However, these are all just written documents. They're probably meant to make Capitol Hill aware of the seriousness of the situation.

Or perhaps it's just a numbers game played with Capitol Hill.

Given the nature of the Chinese government, the numbers you report will definitely be drastically reduced. Perhaps the same is true in the United States.

You reported wanting 500 ships, but in the end, Capitol Hill only approved 100. That's a cut of over 80%.

But you achieved your goal. Because your requirement was one hundred ships. It's all part of the strategy.

"it is good."

As expected, Callahan was satisfied.

Zhang Yong suddenly became very curious. How much would other countries need?
"Canada……"

"They need twenty battleships."

"I rely on..."

Zhang Yong couldn't hold back any longer.

As expected, I was still too cautious.

Others are offering twenty battleships right off the bat!

If Canada is so arrogant, what about Australia? India? South Africa?
All these miscellaneous items added up, just the number of battleships alone must have been several hundred! And then more than half were cut...

Ultimately, Capitol Hill may approve hundreds of ships.

Haha. So funny.

But it's okay. As long as it benefits me, that's all that matters.

As someone sitting at the table, I'll at least get a little soup. The days ahead will be wonderful.

"Zhang, you can sense Japanese warships from a distance?"

Yes. It's a long distance.

Zhang Yong was not modest. He believed that he had to perform when the opportunity arose.

It should be understood that the main, or rather the only, adversary of the United States Pacific Fleet was the Japanese Combined Fleet.

Therefore, accurately grasping the opponent's situation is extremely important.

Anticipate the enemy's moves.

Be one step ahead.

Are there any Japanese warships nearby?

"Within a radius of 1,300 kilometers, there are none for the time being. Japanese warships are moving away from the Chinese coast."

"really……"

Callahan's expression turned stern.

Zhang Yong: ? ? ?
Why is the other person so nervous?
Could it be a misunderstanding? A misjudgment?

Did they think the Japanese warships were secretly gathering?

This……

Misunderstandings are fine.

That's exactly what needs to be done to create a sense of crisis.

If the other party has no crisis, why would they value you?
"Zhang, do you know about radar?"

"heard about it."

"So, you have stealth radar?"

"I?"

Zhang Yong was taken aback.

No. What did you say?

radar?

Invisible?

Do you have such a vivid imagination?
I'm a living, breathing person. How would you install radar? And stealth radar at that? Just kidding...

"You've misunderstood. I have nothing to do with radar."

"Then how do you know?"

"Have you heard of Guiguzi, the Book of Changes, the Zhouyi, or the Taishang Ganying Pian?"

"No."

Callahan slowly shook his head.

But I remembered it. I looked it up and studied it later.

"Radar reflects radio waves. I don't. I rely on a mysterious sixth sense."

How did you develop your sixth sense?

"intrinsic."

"Is there no way to train?"

"No."

Zhang Yong answered calmly.

This is a system! How can I train it? You're kidding!

Of course, if you want to become an apprentice, that's fine too. But first, go and study the I Ching for twenty years.

Callahan remained silent.

Finally, he sighed helplessly, expressing his regret.

It seems impossible to replicate Zhang Yong's abilities. He is unique.

Fortunately, this guy was on the Allied side. He was one of our own.

If needed, the Pacific Fleet could certainly borrow it. But for now, it's probably not necessary.

Because the British have now completely transferred the latest radar technology to the United States, allowing the country's radar technology to advance by leaps and bounds.

Those warships that were not yet completed were already being hastily modified in their blueprints and radars were being added.

Later warships all had more sophisticated radar systems.

The cruiser Chester, which was standing right in front of him, was also preparing to return to port to have its radar system installed.

In other words, Zhang Yong's help is no longer needed in detecting distant targets. Therefore, his role is no longer as important.

"On behalf of His Excellency the President, I extend my greetings to your Chairman."

"Thank you!"

This means they're preparing to see the guests off.

Sure enough, Callahan quickly arranged for a small boat to take Zhang Yong away.

"Goodbye."

"Zhang, don't forget our promise in December."

"I remember."

Zhang Yong waved his hand and took his leave.

The agreement for December? Will you still need me then?
With the increasing prevalence of radar systems, the U.S. Navy will make significant progress in target detection.

That said, the British radar technology was indeed far ahead.

The biggest beneficiary of this massive radar technology transfer is ultimately the United States Navy.

So much so that after the war, Churchill was purged, one of the charges being the uncompensated transfer of radar technology. What a huge loss!

In reality, these are all hindsight analyses. Monday morning quarterbacking.

Given the current situation, how can others support you if you don't transfer radar technology?
Do you really think there's such a thing as a free lunch?
They're living hand to mouth now.

Return to shore.

Liu Jianxu has already been sent back ahead of schedule.

He did want to communicate with the other party. Unfortunately, the other party completely ignored him.

Very helpless.

But that's also the norm.

That's how imperialist powers are.

If you're useless, they won't even give you a second glance.

Just like De Winter, who dared to confront the bald man directly, making it almost impossible for him to back down.

"Commissioner..."

"The cargo ship carrying oil will arrive soon. Get people to unload it!"

"Okay!"

Liu Jianxu's attention was immediately diverted.

His only source of income now is practically oil sales. He must take this very seriously. Sure enough, about half an hour later, an oil tanker slowly docked at the pier.

Due to the limited draft of the pier, the tanker's transport capacity is only about 1500 tons.

It's all regular gasoline. It can be used in vehicles or for other purposes.

How exactly to use it is up to Liu Jianxu.

No need to worry at all.

Every member of the KMT is very good at accumulating wealth.

As long as you have something in your hands, you can maximize your profits. Especially gasoline.

"I go first."

"Good, good, good."

Liu Jianxu, all smiles, saw him off at the dock.

Zhang Yong got into the Willys Jeep, stepped on the gas, and smoothly returned to Fuzhou City.

After several days of cleanup and recuperation, the bustling atmosphere of Fuzhou has begun to return slightly. The number of people on the streets has started to increase.

The years are quiet.

Nothing to worry about for now.

But I always feel a little uneasy.

I don't know what's wrong with me. I just feel like I need to beat someone up.

It would be best if we could beat up the Japanese invaders. I mean punching and kicking them. The kind where every punch lands on your skin.

Guns don't count. There's no impact. You need to fight face-to-face.

So, after a simple arrangement, he teleported.

In a flash, I found myself in Shanghai, in an empty courtyard.

Everything around me was still so familiar.

The Stypton car next to it was covered with a thin layer of dust.

I've been so busy lately that I haven't been able to teleport for quite some time. I need to catch up now.

The radar map showed no abnormalities in the surrounding area.

So I quickly tidied myself up, put on a suit, and transformed into the appearance of Big Bear Zhuang San.

boarding.

start up.

Go out.

However, they did not immediately return to the Poison Agency.

Driving slowly, Zhang Yong arrived at the former site of the Tianlong Dojo.

Last time, he displayed his might here, killing all the ronin inside. He never returned after leaving.

This time, by chance, we discovered that there were many red dots gathered at the Tianlong Dojo.

Could it be that the Black Dragon Society has returned?
Just right.

These are the ronin we need to fight.

Beat them one by one. Let all the frustration out.

From afar, one could see that the former site of the Heavenly Dragon Dojo indeed had many more men in black robes. They looked exactly like the ronin from before.

It seems the Black Dragon Society has indeed returned, intending to rebuild the Heavenly Dragon Dojo.

Slow down. Continue until you reach the entrance of the Tianlong Dojo.

Two men in black robes immediately came up.

Raise your hand to signal to stop.

Zhang Yong then stopped the car.

Then get off the bus.

He carefully straightened his suit.

Button all the buttons up.

To avoid the buttons coming loose and the enemy grabbing them when we take action later.

All organized.

The "suit-wearing thug" character has been added.

"who are you?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Get back there right now!"

Two men in black robes screamed.

Zhang Yong felt that the other party had already devised a way to die.

They don't even know who I am.

Did you come to Shanghai without doing any research?

Or is it your boss who deliberately blocked the news and prevented you from knowing the truth?
It's most likely the latter.

After all, if word gets out, it will severely damage morale.

not talking.

Go forward.

"Bagaya road!"

"You, get to work, you're asking for it!"

"Dead!"

Two men in black robes shouted and then rushed forward.

Zhang Yong walked over with his head down, raised his hand and threw a punch, instantly blowing the opponent to pieces.

"Click..."

"Click..."

A dull sound was heard.

Both men's sternums were completely shattered. Fragments pierced their hearts.

"Eight……"

"Gah..."

Both of them let out their final, feeble cries, barely audible, before collapsing limply and dying.

Zhang Yong released his grip and gracefully passed between them.

An understatement.

As if nothing had happened.

At this time, the other Japanese troops were still unaware of what had happened.

Perhaps they both thought they could easily get rid of each other. There was no difficulty at all.

until……

"Oh no! He's killed someone!"

"He killed someone!"

Someone realized something was wrong and cried out in alarm.

The black-robed figures nearby hurriedly surrounded them, their faces contorted with rage.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"Baka! Who goes there! How dare you trespass into the Heavenly Dragon Dojo and cause trouble!"

"stop!"

"Baka! We're going to kill you!"

"stop!"

A jumble of shouts and incoherent noises.

Zhang Yong ignored it and continued walking forward on his own.

look steadily forward.

As if there was no one around.

They're just a few small fry. There's absolutely no need to care.

He didn't even draw his sword.

It's not time to draw your sword yet.

"idiot!"

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

The men in black robes swarmed forward.

They were aggressive and wanted to beat Zhang Yong to death.

result……

"puff!"

"puff!"

Zhang Yong killed them all with a single punch.

The sounds were all very deep, but very pure.

They were all the sounds of bones breaking.

There wasn't even a scream.

Because the bone is broken and pierces the internal organs, the person cannot scream.

The blood gushing from deep within the body can instantly block the throat.

Zhang Yong heard Wei Yong describe this to him when he was still in the Special Service Department. And as it turned out, it was indeed true.

"puff!"

"puff!"

Beat to death!

Beat to death!

Kill them all!

Zhang Yong moved with impunity.

Relying on their power, they were elevated to the highest celestial body and became invincible.

So what if you outnumber me? I only need one punch. Even if you're an elephant, you'll fall and die.

Let alone people?

No. They weren't human. The Japanese invaders weren't human!

Haha!

carefree!

happy!

Hearty.

That was a lot of fun!

Sure enough, this is what happens when you're in a bad mood.

Venting all his frustration on the Japanese invaders made him feel much better.

but……

The Japanese invaders are gone.

In an instant, they all collapsed.

The dozen or so men in black robes were completely outmatched. They were wiped out in the blink of an eye.

Thugs in suits.

That's awesome.

but……

Not enough fun!
It's like there's always just one minute left.

That was the absolute peak minute! How could it not be?

however……

No more Japanese troops rushed up.

In fact, the Japanese soldiers were all inside the dojo. They hadn't noticed the commotion outside the door.

The radar map shows a large number of red dots inside the dojo. There are over a hundred. There are also some semi-red dots.

it is good.

This is going to be really exciting.

However, if we rush in, there are too many Japanese troops, and we might be ambushed.

He may be mad, but he's not stupid.

"Come out and die!"

"Those inside, come out and face your death!"

"Come out, all of you!"

Zhang Yong brandished his fists and roared at the Tianlong Dojo.

His voice was so loud that the Japanese soldiers inside heard it, and they rushed out one after another.

then……

"Baka! It's you?"

"Wakayama libertine!"

"Da Xiong Zhuang San!"

One of the Japanese soldiers immediately recognized Zhang Yong.

Damn!

It was this guy!
This guy actually came to the Tianlong Dojo!
They have no idea!

The other side also killed more than a dozen people from the Tianlong Dojo!
idiot!

That's incredibly arrogant.

Zhang Yong: ...

It seems the other party is a high-ranking member of the Black Dragon Society.

Only the higher-ups of the Black Dragon Society probably know who they are. That makes things easier. They're the ones we'll target.

Draw the knife.

Muramasa, a demon sword in one hand.

His face was contorted in a grimace.

It let out its most arrogant cry.

"You're all useless trash from the Black Dragon Society! Come at me all at once! I'm in a hurry!"

[To be continued]

(End of this chapter)