Bourne: Command and Conquer

Chapter 1400, press conference

Landed safely at Hankou Airport.

I found the atmosphere a bit heavy.

It is probably related to the SB-2 bomber attack.

After losing so many aircraft and so many pilots at once, the Soviets were of course going to be furious.

Probably for accountability. Attack the government. Lao Jiang will be under pressure.

This matter does reveal a lot of weirdness.

The Japanese fighter planes traveled long distances. The route and time were judged very accurately.

There is no doubt that the information was leaked.

Either there is a traitor.

Either the secret message has been deciphered.

Otherwise, such a thing could not happen.

"Commissioner!"

Dushanlong came running over.

At the same time, he waved and summoned a black car.

Zhang Yong nodded.

"Commissioner, Commander Qian asks you to go to conference room three immediately after returning."

"good."

Zhang Yong got on the bus.

It was probably the Soviets who had taken action.

Commander Qian also felt the pressure. Tell him to come quickly.

No, even the car is ready. It shows that time is indeed very tight. Every second counts.

drive.

Sure enough, the driver stepped on the accelerator furiously.

It only took three minutes to arrive at the VIP building.

parking.

get off.

Someone immediately led Zhang Yong to conference room No. 3.

The radar map showed that there were seven people in the conference room. Sit on both sides of the conference table.

There was only Commander Qian on one side. On the other side, there were six people.

Russian growls were heard. He was indeed questioning.

It is obvious that all the responsibilities should be placed on the head of the National Air Force.

Commander Qian remained silent.

Push the door.

Walk in slowly.

The roaring Russian stopped immediately.

Quiet.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Zhang Yong.

"commander."

Zhang Yong stood at attention. salute.

Commander Qian stood up with relief.

The cheeks that were originally very tight suddenly relaxed.

"Shaolong, sit over here."

"yes."

Zhang Yong walked over quickly.

I heard a low-pitched conversation in Russian on the other side.

"Is he Zhang Yong?"

"Yes. That's him. Zhang Yong. Named Shaolong."

"So young?"

"Yeah! Too young. But it's him."

"Let's see what explanation he can come up with."

Zhang Yong turned a deaf ear.

He went straight to Commander Qian. sit down.

The originally roaring Soviets became quiet. No one spoke.

They were all looking at Zhang Yong silently.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

Zhang Yong does not need to speak. Just showing up can silence everyone.

Performance is everything.

If you don't agree, go ahead.

"Shaolong, let me introduce you. This is General Dubuyev."

"Hello."

Zhang Yong stood up politely. Reach out.

Dubev also stood up. Reach out.

shake hands. Greetings.

let go.

Zhang Yong continued to reach out.

Shake hands with other Soviet representatives one by one.

Then sit down.

"Now that the professionals are here, well," Dubuyev said slowly, "Zhang, what do you think about the leak?"

"My opinion is very simple. There is no need to pursue it for the time being. We will take advantage of it." Zhang Yong replied calmly.

"What? No need to pursue it? This is a very serious leak."

"I think. Revenge is more important."

"revenge?"

"Yes. We use leak channels to send false information, and then lure the Japanese fighter planes to take the bait and kill them!"

"you…"

The Soviet representatives looked at each other. Then his eyes gradually brightened.

Obviously, Zhang Yong's opinion moved them all.

Chasing leaks.

Close loopholes.

That was all hindsight. It’s also time-consuming and labor-intensive.

However, if we follow Zhang Yong's suggestion and use false intelligence to attract the Japanese fighter planes, and then annihilate them...

It is simply too in line with the style of a fighting nation. They wish it were this way.

What hatred can be solved by catching a few spies? The best way to relieve hatred is to shoot down the Japanese fighter planes.

"Zhang, are you ready to operate?"

"You can think of the specific method yourself. However, as long as the Japanese fighter planes take the bait, I can detect them in advance and then launch a counterattack."

"good."

Dubuyev and others discussed in low voices.

Everyone agreed. Revenge must be obtained as soon as possible.

"The leakage channel may not be at Lanzhou Airport..."

"That's better. It'll be easier to carry out your revenge plan."

"Zhang, once our plan is implemented, you must fully cooperate with us."

"certainly."

Zhang Yong agreed wholeheartedly.

The Japanese fighter planes at Taiyuan Airport were so arrogant.

It's time to take the time to teach you a lesson. Break their legs first.

Of course, before that, there are some things to do in advance.

They wanted to teach the Japanese fighter planes at Jinling, Hangzhou, and Taiwan Songshan airports a lesson. Let them dare not move out easily.

For example, tonight...

However, this kind of thing can only be done quietly.

Obviously, the intelligence leak channel is not on the ground floor of the airport. Instead, they were exchanging telegrams.

If the telegram is deciphered. It must be these telegrams.

If it was a traitor, it should be someone high-level who had access to the telegram.

Every time Zhang Yong went out, he never reported it. Therefore, the Japanese invaders never knew.

This good tradition must be continued!

"Zhang, it's settled." Dubuyev stood up. Prepare to say goodbye.

"Okay." Zhang Yong stood up. Send the other person away as a gift.

Then back to the conference room.

Continue to sit next to Commander Qian. Lie back.

Oh, I’m so tired!

Feel like a robot. Almost never stopped.

Those who are able work hard. Those who can get more. In the end, it was hard work. But it doesn’t seem like much.

If you have time, look for opportunities and make more money for those who can...

It's fishing.

Not Lao…

"Young dragon..."

"Commander. You say."

"The press conference has been temporarily canceled."

"Why?"

"The Soviets were not very happy..."

"Understood."

Zhang Yong nodded.

This is probably what Chiang Kai-shek meant.

If foreigners are unhappy, they themselves cannot be happy either.

Next, we had to rely on the Soviets for assistance.

It's all good, so we can hold a celebration party. As a result, something like this happened.

A bomber group! Almost the entire army was wiped out.

Zhang Yong also felt heartbroken.

"So, you can rest this afternoon!"

"good."

Zhang Yong dragged his cheeks. Lost in thought.

It looks like he is concentrating with his eyes closed. Actually I'm thinking about it. How to make some extra money.

There is no doubt that catching Japanese spies is the fastest.

There are many red spots in Hankou now. There should be a little oil and water.

stand up. Say goodbye and leave.

Go out.

"Dushanlong!"

"arrive!"

"Take twenty or thirty people with me!"

"yes."

Dushanlong hurriedly gathered his team.

Soon, Zhang Yong drove the big truck himself and set off.

They are all big trucks of the Air Force. Behind him were soldiers from the special service company. Fully armed. An M2 heavy machine gun was also set up.

In fact, it's completely unnecessary. It's just a matter of catching a few spies. Why is there such a big battle needed?

However, he just likes to show off! Like dimensionality reduction strike…

Arriving at the door of a foreign company.

parking.

get off.

Enter the store directly with the Thompson submachine gun.

The owner is a middle-aged man wearing glasses. Watching him come in in shock. There was no trace of panic in his eyes.

"Sir..."

He also came up to say hello to Zhang Yong.

As a result, Zhang Yong pushed him away. Then continue to rush inside.

Once inside, stop and look around.

"Tear down this wall!"

"yes!"

Others immediately came up to take action.

The shop owner immediately realized something was wrong and quietly moved outside.

Zhang Yong seems to have eyes behind his back. Make a gesture. The shop owner was immediately held down firmly. Then tie it up.

"Bang! Bang!"

"Crash..."

Here, the wall was quickly torn down.

A bunch of messy things fell out of it.

There is a pistol. There are bullets. There are also some banknotes. There are all types.

"It was smashed here too!"

"yes!"

Keep smashing the wall. A radio station was found inside.

The shopkeeper who was tightly **** finally closed his eyes helplessly when he saw it.

It's over...

It's all over...

The other party is really a ghost!

He actually knows everything he has hidden!

There are weapons and radios, so it’s useless to deny them.

Zhang Yong came to the spy and said only two words: "Where's the money?"

Spy:? ? ?

What?

What did you say? money?

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Got two hard slaps.

The cheeks became red and swollen immediately. The teeth were almost knocked out.

"money!"

"money!"

"money!"

Zhang Yong grabbed the Japanese spy by the collar and roared like Ma Jingtao!

Something like that. Don't play dumb with me. I was in a very bad mood. I urgently need one million and hundreds of millions of oceans to comfort me.

At this time, even the most beautiful women are not easy to use. Because you have to sweat and exert your own strength.

Only the white ocean can inspire the spirit.

Of course, gold bars, US dollars, pounds, etc. are also acceptable...

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

He slapped the spy a few more times.

Mad, I hate this kind of ignorant spy the most!

Not self-conscious at all.

Where have all the self-conscious spies gone?

"money!"

This was the last time he reminded the other party.

If the other party is still not enlightened, he will have to be sent to the underworld for further interrogation.

"Here, next door, next door..."

"Next door, next door..."

Fortunately, at the last moment, the spy finally came to his senses.

It turns out this guy wants money!

You didn’t tell me earlier!

If you tell me earlier, you won't have to be beaten so badly.

By the way, what kind of pervert is the other party? It feels like a slap in the face can knock you out...

"Specific location."

"I'll take you there. I'll take you there."

The spy spoke hurriedly. I am afraid that if the other party disagrees with me, he will be slapped again.

He hurriedly found the place where he hid the money.

Others immediately started digging.

Soon, bags after bags of ocean were dug out.

There are five bags in total. Each bag contains approximately 3,000 coins. Fifteen thousand in total. Not much.

But there is fiat currency. Still true. It was not pirated by the Japanese invaders themselves. There are about more than 50,000 people.

Scrape them all away.

Leave nothing behind.

"What else?"

"No more. No more..."

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Got two more slaps.

This is the most annoying. Trying to muddle through.

Do you think that by handing over the legal currency and the ocean, you can safely pass the border? joke…

Do you think I, Zhang Yong, have never caught a Japanese spy?

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Keep fighting.

The main goal is to beat the spy until he confesses.

Sure enough, after a while, the spy finally confessed again.

Find some dollars.

Found some pounds.

But there are no gold bars.

No matter how they tried, the spies said no.

So he continued to fight. Keep hitting. Until the Japanese invaders no longer breathe.

The radar map shows that the red dot disappears.

Huh?

Just beaten to death?

No way? Can someone be killed by a slap in the face? Outrageous…

The system adds too much power.

Whatever. If you die, you will die. A spy anyway. A worthy death.

Close the team.

Continue to find other spies.

I can’t believe it, I couldn’t find any gold bars today…

Get in the car.

Set off.

Continue to find the next spy.

If caught, beat them.

Torture requires money.

Just keep hitting. Keep hitting. Beat until all is spit out.

It's a pity that I caught several spies in a row, but they didn't get much success. It feels very unpleasant. The spies are really getting poorer and poorer.

Mud, why are you so poor and want to be a spy? Deserve to be beaten to death.

So he continued to fight. Beat him to death.

Still very unhappy.

The more I fight, the more unhappy I become.

What the hell, they are all poor and have no money!

It's useless no matter how many people you kill...

"Report!"

Suddenly a military policeman hurried over.

He actually came here on a three-wheeled motorcycle. A very familiar motorcycle.

Taking a closer look, Zhang Yong discovered that this was not a BMW motorcycle?

It seems that he extorted the German cargo ship at Wusongkou Pier and moved it off the cargo ship.

There were as many as three hundred vehicles in total at that time. Have used some before. Later, there was no more content.

These three-wheeled motorcycles are not needed on the battlefield.

Unexpectedly, I saw it in Hankou. Many past events reappeared before my eyes.

"What's up?"

"Your Excellency, Reporting Commissioner, Commander Qian asks you to go to Kuixing Tower to attend the press conference urgently."

"Press conference?"

"Yes. If you have questions, please call this number."

"good!"

Zhang Yong asked someone to put the phone through.

A moment later, Commander Qian was on the other end of the phone.

Take the microphone.

"Commander, it's me. Zhang Yong..."

"Shaolong, come to Kuixing Tower. The press conference has begun."

"It's not about canceling..."

"The committee later decided to hold it as scheduled. Representatives from various countries were also invited to participate."

"oh…"

"Come here! Kuixing Tower!"

"good!"

Zhang Yong agreed.

Find Commander Qian's location on the radar map.

The result was not found. Mainly because there are too many white spots. Layers upon layers. Quickly tell the difference.

The radar map does not have a search function. Unable to search automatically.

Whatever. Let’s talk about it when we get to Kuixing Tower.

Get in the car.

Set off.

Du Shanglong knew where Kuixing Tower was.

Through the streets and alleys.

All the best.

Arrive near Kuixing Tower.

View radar map. No red dots were found.

It seems that there are no hidden Japanese invaders attending the press conference. It's really rare.

But there are many people in Kuixing Tower. They are all densely packed with white spots.

There are also some armed white spots. Probably the military police.

There were military police standing guard outside Kuixing Tower. At the same time, agents from the military command were also seen.

By the way, who is the station commander of the Hankou Station of Military Command at this moment?

I am a bit ignorant. I don't know who it is.

The car arrived at the entrance of Kuixing Tower.

Du Shanglong and others got out of the car first and were on guard around them.

Zhang Yong then slowly got out of the car.

The surrounding area was very noisy. It was quiet for a moment.

"Who's coming?"

"Zhang Yong."

"Which Zhang Yong?"

"That's Zhang Yong."

"Which one?"

"that!"

Someone was heard whispering.

Turn a deaf ear. Enter Kuixing Tower slowly.

Wherever he passed, the noisy crowd immediately fell silent. Only whispers.

"Who's coming?"

"Zhang Yong..."

"he…"

Then there was no other sound.

Everyone kept their mouths shut. Don't dare to speak easily.

This Zhang Yong is not a good person!

Super evil star.

Not only was he cruel to the Japanese invaders, he was also cruel to his own people.

He dared to kill the backbone of the party in full view of the public. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the number one murderer.

Needless to say, the ruthlessness of killing the Japanese invaders. One word, convinced!

Stand up straight. look steadily forward. Come to the rostrum. sit down. Right in the middle.

There is a nameplate in front of the seat. The word "Zhang Yong" is written on it.

On the left is Commander Qian. On the right is Zhang Zhen.

Zhang Zhen is also from the Military Police Headquarters. He seems to be the deputy commander of the military police?

If the historical trajectory does not change, then after Gu Zhenglun is transferred, he will take over as the commander of the military police.

Quiet.

Dead silence.

There were four to five hundred people in the hall.

However, after Zhang Yong entered the hall, there was no more obvious sound.

Even the sound of breathing was deliberately suppressed.

"Commissioner Zhang..."

"Hello, uncle."

"Hey, hey..."

Zhang Zhen’s mechanical answer.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yong actually called him uncle.

The originally worried heart gradually relaxed.

That's right. His surname is Zhang. Zhang Yong is also named Zhang. It was one family five hundred years ago.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is Zhang Yong's uncle.

"Shaolong, let's start!"

"good."

[To be continued]

(End of chapter)