"Isoya-kun, are you scolding me?"

"I just received a telegram that another 500 barrels of spy diesel were seized."

"It may not be true..."

"What if it's true?"

"Then let's launch an investigation!"

Doihara Kenji said casually.

Snapped!

Isotani Rensuke hung up the phone.

He was too lazy to say anything more to Kenji Doihara.

Now, he has a big head.

He didn't know who sent the telegram.

However, the frequency of the telegram was something they could receive directly.

In other words, it is the spy's own radio station.

It was seized. Then used to send telegrams.

It may be that the code book was not seized, so the other party deliberately invented the code.

Of course, it may also be intentional. A clear telegram can let more people know. Let more people know that the Army intelligence agency is in trouble.

idiot!

Who is so insidious?

Which intelligence agency does this radio station belong to? Where is it located?

"Someone is coming!"

"Tie!"

"Investigate this matter quickly!"

"Tie!"

…

Zhang Yong finally returned to Fisherman's Wharf.

So tired. Running back and forth. Fortunately, my body has been strengthened. Otherwise, I would have been on the street long ago.

Seeing the densely packed oil barrels, I twisted my mouth.

Diesel is a good thing, but I can’t use it for the time being.

well……

Suddenly, another ordinary cargo ship appeared.

There are also some mediocre tool men standing on it. They are not shown on the map at all, indicating that they do not exist.

Zhang Yong suddenly felt excited all over.

No, there is still a ship coming? And delivery? The third time?

faint!

The system is messed up!

Do you have prostate inflammation? On and off...

Can't it be delivered all at once?

Turn around.

Looking at the spy next to him.

He made a sudden move and punched and kicked the spy.

"Spare my life..."

"You guys are crazy! Delivered three times in one morning!"

"no……"

"Can't it be delivered all at once? How many times must it be divided?"

"no……"

"Tell me, I want to deliver it a few more times!"

"no……"

"Baga! You are looking for death!"

Zhang Yong vented his anger on the Japanese spies. He didn't stop until he was tired.

Mad, I don’t dare to fight the system, so I have to fight a spy. If you don’t admit it after beating you, you are a bitch! Let me see how stubborn you can be...

"It's us……"

"It's us……"

The dying Japanese invaders muttered to themselves.

He had been beaten so hard that he was almost unconscious.

He can only repeat simple words mechanically, passively and numbly...

"It's us……"

"It's us……"

Zhang Yong returned to the shore angrily.

I saw the tool man starting to lay the pontoon again and then rolling the oil drums ashore.

Skillful movements.

Uniform.

Tightly pressed.

It's like a robot.

Oh, they're probably robots...

In about an hour, all the oil barrels were rolled ashore. The efficiency was higher than before.

Then……

Leave in style.

Come really quietly and leave quietly. Don't take away any clouds.

Zhang Yong counted the numbers himself.

This time more was delivered, a total of eight hundred barrels.

Unfortunately, the open space at Fisherman's Wharf is completely occupied by oil barrels. They have almost no place to stand.

Zhang Yong actually started worrying about gains and losses.

look up.

Looking at the gray sky.

At this time, be sure not to let any Japanese planes arrive!

In case the Japanese invaders launch an attack from the air, all these oil barrels will be destroyed. A burst of machine gun fire may...

Oh, it's okay. This is diesel. It won't explode.

But it will all leak into the river, which is equivalent to giving it away for free.

Scratching his head.

Something should be done.

All right.

Mechanical repetition.

"Send report."

"yes."

"Clear code. Another 800 barrels of Japanese diesel were seized."

"yes."

Soon, the telegram was sent.

The Japanese invaders' big number received it immediately. They hurriedly reported it.
To be continued...