The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1518 Operation Code Name: Camellia!

A few days later, at the nearest Kuomintang liaison point,
Zhang Cheng, now dressed in military uniform, slowly walked into the office.

Knocking on the door, Zhang Cheng looked at the man in front of him and immediately saluted, saying, "Sir, this is Zhang Cheng reporting to you from the Third Squad of the Fushan Action Group!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in front of him, the man who had looked up couldn't help but ask, "What happened in Fushan half a month ago?"

"Fushan was attacked by an unknown force of about 800 men. They captured the military police headquarters and the armory, and fought against the 39th Brigade of the 20th Division who arrived on the scene."

Just as Zhang Cheng finished reporting the intelligence with a serious expression, the man coldly raised his head and asked, "How did you get injured?"

"Sir, I'm really unlucky. That night, I was about to carry out the city defense map order when I was hit by a shell. I was bedridden for several days before I finally survived. But it was thanks to that that I was able to see clearly how they fought the Japanese army!"

While explaining to the man, Zhang Cheng stepped forward, took out a bag of silver dollars from his pocket, and said, "Sir, I want to continue serving the Guo Army! Please don't abandon me because of this injury!"

The man glanced at the things on the table, then casually tossed them into a drawer, saying, "But the Fushan Action Group has been completely wiped out!"

"what?"

Staring at the man in shock, Zhang Cheng's eyes widened, because he had no idea about this at all!
"Ahem, I now appoint you to go to Shanghai to continue the united front work!"

Seeing Zhang Cheng's expression, the man became serious.
"Yes, sir! I will fight to the last drop of blood for the KMT!"

Looking intently at the man, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but become serious.

"This is the rendezvous signal. Once you get there, remember it. You'll be working as part of the perimeter operations team!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, the man couldn't help but explain.

"Yes, sir!"

After saluting again, Zhang Cheng limped out.

Watching Zhang Cheng's retreating figure, the man opened a drawer, pulled out a bag full of silver dollars, and said, "Fool, you actually want to use money to become cannon fodder!"

Due to the Japanese army's rampant arrests in Shanghai, no one dared to do intelligence work recently.
Because once you go to enemy-occupied territory, it means you've already stepped one foot into the gates of hell!

Now that a fool is willing to take the initiative, why wouldn't he be willing to do the same?
Sitting on a bench in the sunlight,
Zhang Cheng tilted his head back, enjoying the sunlight, knowing that he would rarely experience this temporary tranquility in the future.

Humming softly the song "Red Pity," Zhang Cheng dragged his leg as he walked forward.

The reason their nation was able to stand up is that many of their ancestors, even if they could not see the light ahead, still sacrificed their precious lives for victory.

Success doesn't have to be attributed to me, but I will definitely be a part of it!
Two weeks later, a train arrived in Shanghai.

Dressed simply, Zhang Cheng walked downstairs and headed outside.

Looking at the military police patrolling around, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but frown, because the situation here was even worse than he had imagined.
"Hey, what brings you here?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, the military police looked at him suspiciously.
"Sir, I'm here to find my family. I'm a law-abiding citizen!"

With a bowed and scrape, Zhang Cheng presented his "Certificate of Good Citizenship."
Looking at the photo, the military police nodded and said, "Alright, good citizen, go!"

"Thank you, sir!"

Speaking to the military police, Zhang Cheng, with a fawning expression, took back his "good citizen certificate" and walked out of the station.
However, in the very moment he turned his head, his wolfish gaze and eagle-like eyes were on full display.
Zhang Cheng was undoubtedly a good citizen, because there was no one better than him!

On a street in the Chinese Concession,
Zhang Cheng was sitting leisurely in a chair, smoking an unfiltered cigarette.

"Bah bah bah!"

Spitting out the foam in his mouth, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but walk forward.

As Zhang Cheng passed a mailbox, he glanced at the markings on it and immediately disappeared into the crowd.
At night, in a secluded house,
Zhang Cheng knocked on the door and said, "Third Uncle, Third Uncle, it's your eldest nephew! Third Uncle!"

Upon opening the door, the man frowned upon seeing Zhang Cheng, but still said, "Nephew, what brings you here? Come in!"

Just as Zhang Cheng entered, a gun was pressed against his waist. Making a non-threatening gesture, Zhang Cheng whispered, "Captain, I'm a new member of the outer perimeter operations team."

"What are you doing wearing a mask, kid?"

Looking at the mask on Zhang Cheng's face, the captain stared at him with a serious expression.
"Captain, I'm doing this for everyone's good. After all, if anyone gets arrested, it won't just affect one person!"

When he spoke to the man, Zhang Cheng chuckled.
"If you doubt our capabilities, then what are you doing here?"

The captain, somewhat annoyed, looked at Zhang Cheng and couldn't help but become serious.

"You think I came here to get promoted and make a fortune? I'm here to save the country!"

With that, Zhang Cheng looked at the captain in front of him and said, "From today onwards, we will communicate on a single-line basis. If you can't handle someone, I will. If you can't complete a mission, I will do it! No matter who you kill, as long as you give the order, I will do it!"

Staring at Zhang Cheng in shock, the captain froze on the spot, wondering what the hell this thing was.
Weren't we supposed to be gathering intelligence? You're acting like Captain America, is that really a good idea?

"From today onwards, your code name will be Nightingale!"

Seeing Zhang Cheng's domineering words, the captain remained silent for a long time, because he felt that the other party was not like a special agent, but more like a madman!

"No, that sounds awful. I want it called Camellia!"

Seeing the captain speak, Zhang Cheng explained, "Because a tea-loving, tea-loving person is more suited to being a secret agent!"

"I don't care what your name is, just complete the mission. Remember, the dead mail box in the Chinese Concession is for individual contact only. If you haven't heard from them in more than two weeks, go to this place."

After leaving behind a way to maintain normal contact, emergency procedures for when the connection drops, and the mission announcement in the newspaper, the captain finally let Zhang Cheng leave.

Just as he turned to leave, Zhang Cheng looked at the captain and said, "Take care!"

"roll!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, the captain, for some reason, didn't quite like this hothead.
Hearing his captain's words, Zhang Cheng didn't say anything more, shrugged, and left.

The bustling Bund, a vibrant and dazzling metropolis, was a place of dazzling lights and revelry.

Squatting by the roadside, Zhang Cheng watched the Paramount Ballroom bustling with activity, and the important figures in suits and ties coming and going. At that moment, a sentence floated into his mind: "Singing girls know not the sorrow of a fallen nation, still singing 'The Flowers of the Rear Courtyard' across the river!"
"Hey kid, you've taken my land, you know that?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, a rather thuggish man approached him.

Looking up, Zhang Cheng stared at the man in the white shirt with a roguish air and said, "Brother, what's your name?"

"Everyone here calls me Master Xing. I see you're new here, so just give me some money and that's it!"

Sing-jai stretched out his hand, his leg shaking, and looked at Zhang Cheng arrogantly.

"Oh, you're trying to blackmail me!"

Looking at Xingzai with sudden realization, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but draw out his words.

"What do you mean by extortion? See that? That's my older brother, he's very fierce, from the Axe Gang. He'll kill someone as soon as he wakes up. I advise you to be more sensible!"

Pointing at Zhang Cheng, Xingzai looked at Fatty Cong, who was fast asleep not far away.

Standing up, Zhang Cheng, with a broad smile, put his arm around Xingzai's neck and said, "Come on, let's go inside and talk!"

"What are you talking about? Hey, don't do anything reckless, bro, bro, help! Bro!" Xingzai

"You've got a dead rat in your pocket, you're pretending to be a hunter? Brother, huh? Brother."

Zhang Cheng punched Xingzai in the stomach one punch after another, until he finally knocked him to the ground.

(End of this chapter)