[Unfortunately, a certain event has to be skipped]

1937, February.

Shanghai. Wusongkou Pier.

Recliner.

sunglasses.

Cola.

Zhang Yong is enjoying life leisurely.

Finally freed.

Alas, it’s really...

The past few months have been truly unbearable to look back on!

Since the plane landed at Xiguan Airport, his mission has been the core security role.

First at Cangxia Villa.

The most stressful ten days.

Then it’s to Luoyang. Then it’s back to Jinling.

He was guarded at the Presidential Palace for more than a month before he was finally let out.

Oh yeah!

Fresh sea breeze!

With a hint of coolness, it makes people feel extra awake.

Full of motivation all over.

I can catch spies again. I have income again.

Although, after returning to Jinling, the wife officially handed over the dowry to Song Ziyu.

However, it was not money he earned with his own hands, and he never felt a sense of accomplishment.

The spies must be caught.

Catch hard.

Severe extortion, even the oil must be squeezed out of the stone!

Huh?

A yellow dot appears.

The yellow dot comes from the sea. By boat.

Continue to close your eyes and meditate.

After waiting for the yellow dot to land, I took a sideways look.

He was a very ordinary middle-aged man. He had no luggage and was empty-handed. After landing, he was caught in the crowd and left the dock.

fine.

Continue to close your eyes and meditate.

Soon after, another yellow dot appeared.

When he came ashore, I took a sideways look and saw that he was an ordinary young man.

fine.

Continue to close your eyes and meditate.

Soon after, the third yellow dot appeared.

Huh?

A little surprised.

I had only appeared at the pier two hours ago.

There are three yellow spots coming ashore from here? That’s quite dense!

It seems that with the peaceful settlement of the Northwest Incident, the power of the Red Party is gradually recovering, and the underground party organizations are also quietly strengthening.

Xu Enzeng was unemployed.

Now, the Red Party can carry out semi-public activities.

According to the agreement reached by multiple parties, the Red Party can already set up offices in big cities.

But in Shanghai, I haven’t heard of it yet.

I guess you have to be careful to avoid being fooled. The agreement has been signed and the electricity has been sent. But trusting each other is difficult.

Continue to close your eyes and meditate.

Suddenly, another yellow dot appeared.

Too lazy to open my eyes.

The Red Party has nothing to do with him. His target is a spy.

However, when Huangdian came ashore, I took a casual look and was a little surprised.

It was Qi Jiuding.

He actually came too.

It seems that he is going to semi-disclose his identity.

Perhaps the Red Party will also set up a semi-public office in Shanghai?

It's a good thing.

Both Zhang Yong and General Wenbai were in Shanghai.

His current title, Zhang Yong, in addition to inspector general, is also deputy commander (acting) of the military police.

Yes. There are parentheses after it. Let’s replace it temporarily.

Gu Zhenglun has not been removed from his post. He is still the commander of the military police.

It was all earned for him by his nephew in Zangxia Villa. He would atone for his sins, and there would be no merit or demerit.

What can a temporary deputy commander of the military police do? Zhang Yong doesn't know. But the salary is real. 250 French currency per month.

It's not good to dislike this number. But you still have to get a salary.

Mosquito meat is also meat.

I earned it openly and honestly. How can I not give it up?

stand up.

Walk towards Qi Jiuding.

Qi Jiuding saw it was him and stopped.

"Boss Qi." Zhang Yong greeted with a smile.

"Commissioner Zhang." Qi Jiuding smiled and nodded.

The two met in Xi'an.

Those who can appear on that occasion are not simple people.

We had some contact in private. Of course, no outsiders knew about it.

"Boss Qi, are you free?"

"Is something wrong?"

"Let's talk."

"That's fine."

"This way."

"good."

The two walked aside.

There are tables, chairs, benches and benches here. They are all made of fine mahogany.

What was confiscated at the dock and no one claimed it was Zhang Yong's private property, including this dock.

Now everyone knows that Wusongkou Pier is Zhang Yong’s territory.

If anyone dares to covet it, there is no need for Zhang Yong to come forward. Naturally, there will be a bunch of losers to help deal with the opponent.

For example, Gu Bafeng.

For example, Kong Fansong.
To be continued...