Damn Zhang Yong. He's so cunning. He actually figured out his identity so quickly.

"You don't even know about UFOs?"

"What is it?"

The spy did not continue to hide.

Since Zhang Yong came to his door, there was no point in denying him.

"Do you know the WTO?"

"What is it?"

"You don't even know this?"

"What?"

The spy was confused.

No. What on earth are you talking about?

Why can't I understand?

"Two code names."

"What code name?"

"The code name of the United States Pacific Fleet Command lurking on your side."

"Nani?"

The spy was stunned.

American? Latent? Spy?

What's the O coming from?

Confused...

"Commissioner!"

“Lots of fiat currency found!”

Suddenly, Shangguan Qing came excitedly.

Zhang Yong nodded, patted the spy on the shoulder, and went to check.

Sure enough, I found a lot of French currency. They were all brand new. The denominations were all 10 yuan and 20 yuan.

The face value of the legal currency stolen by the Japanese invaders that was seized before was 20 yuan. But now, it has increased by 10 yuan. This shows that Japanese spies are also advancing with the times!

He picked up a stack of French coins and returned to the spy. He waved it in front of it.

"New ones?"

"No."

"Any more?"

"No."

The spy refused to answer.

Zhang Yong waved his hand. Someone brought a sickle.

When I arrested the Japanese spy, I found it in a small courtyard. So I used it as a murder weapon.

"You, what are you going to do?" The spy suddenly became nervous.

"A knife scratched my butt - it opened my eyes." Zhang Yong said slowly, "I don't have a knife, only a sickle..."

"You, you, don't mess around, don't mess around..." The spy's face turned gray.

Such a big sickle, sawing the butt...

He didn't even dare to think about it.

"Come here, bring a stool. Hold him down. Lie down..."

"I said, I said, I said!"

The spy surrendered.

He really couldn't bear such torture.

"How much is the legal currency?"

"Seventy, seventy thousand..."

"How long have you been lurking here?"

"More than half a month..."

"Task?"

"lecythus……"

"What's the meaning?"

"He is responsible for providing funds..."

"Do you know what happened in the northwest?"

"me……"

"explain."

"I know. We all know..."

"tell me the story."

"Your committee chairman was captured by the Northeast Army..."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"us……"

"explain!"

"The above intention is to take the opportunity to kill him..."

"Kill who?"

"Jiang, Jiang..."

"What's the plan of action?"

"I don't know. It hasn't been mentioned yet..."

"etc."

Zhang Yong suddenly made a gesture.

But it was Cen Zhaohai and others who discovered the radio station.

Zhang Yong then captured the Japanese spy and sat next to the radio station.

Ready to send...

What content should I post?

Suddenly, the radio signal light flashed. There was a call.

Spy:......

Zhang Yong:!!!

His eyes lit up.

It's just the right time. A telegram has arrived?

"Report."

"No……"

"Want to enjoy what a rusty, dull sickle feels like?"

"I'll take it. I'll take it."

The spy quickly changed his words and picked up the headphones.

Zhang Yong handed it a pencil and a telegraph newspaper. The spy wrote it down honestly.

The message is very short. There are only a dozen codes.

But there is no code book.

Cen Zhaohai and the others didn't notice either.

Could it be that the spy is hiding? Then...

Just as he was about to beat up the spy, he found that the spy had already begun to decipher the code.

Oh? So this guy remembered the password?
To be continued...