The spies are all in the cellar.

The radio station is also inside. It seems that it has not been damaged yet.

Maybe it's not too late.

You have to hurry.

Find the entrance.

Prepare flash bombs.

There are also 99 flash bombs in the equipment column. Then give them away for free.

Lift the cellar cover.

A flash bomb went down. He turned around quickly.

I felt a white light flicker. Then I heard screams coming from inside.

"superior!"

"superior!"

Soldiers from the special service company rushed in.

The Japanese invaders inside were temporarily knocked unconscious by flash bombs and were quickly pushed down.

Zhang Yong continued to go to other cellars.

The spy prepared more than one cellar. There were four.

He is simply responsible for throwing flash bombs at the entrance of the cellar, and then others rush in.

"Da da da……"

"Da da da……"

There was a brief gunshot.

It's a strafing attack by a flower machine. It fires when it sees anyone.

"boom……"

There were also grenade explosions.

If you find an unknown area, just use grenades to help.

After the explosion, the search continued.

ten……

eight……

five……

Japanese invaders were killed one after another.

In the darkness, the soldiers of the special service company did not dare to be careless. They killed them first and did not consider capturing them alive.

Unless the Japanese invaders were completely unconscious and unable to resist.

In the end, only four Japanese invaders were captured alive. One of them died after being dragged out.

After all the Japanese invaders were eliminated, Zhang Yong went in to search.

The first thing to look for is the radio station.

The Japanese invaders' radio stations had good technology and excellent quality.

Found one...

Found two...

Three parts...

Four...

Five...

Zhang Yong himself was surprised.

It’s amazing. There are actually five radio stations in a spy nest!

Even though it’s an old model, the quantity is staggering! Is the Japanese spy’s radio station reserve so rich?

It seems that this Japanese spy codenamed Jellyfish is very popular!

Have so many resources.

I wonder if he was killed in the bombing? It would be a pity if he died.

If he doesn't die, he will have to pay at least 500,000 yuan.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Come out of the cellar and find Yu Wanzhong slapping the spy.

So angry.

If he didn't want to keep him alive, he would have chopped the spy into pieces long ago.

Zhang Yong walked over slowly.

I saw that the person being slapped by Yu Wanzhong was a wealthy spy. Just by looking at his body shape, I knew he was the leader of the spy.

"Is he Boss Lu?"

"right."

"That's the jellyfish."

"What jellyfish?"

"The spy leader, codenamed Jellyfish, is responsible for placing personnel in the 112th Division. There may be others in other divisions as well."

"Come and interrogate me."

"Wait a minute."

Zhang Yong shook his head.

There's no rush. It doesn't matter if it's a matter of interrogation later.

I just found the spy's radio station. I haven't found the money yet! This is crucial.

Including Cao Mengqi's Rangers and the Fourth Air Police Regiment, there are twenty to thirty thousand people waiting for him to eat! He stops talking and eats the first meal but not the next one. If you don't have an income of 500,000 oceans a month

, I really can’t afford it...

"Zhang Yong, you don't follow martial ethics!"

"How could you do this!"

"How could you use artillery fire!"

"This is an asymmetrical battle!"

"You don't have martial ethics!"

Suddenly, the spy yelled from behind.

Zhang Yong was stunned and turned around slowly.

I am convinced that the spy is scolding me.

Don’t talk about martial ethics?

Are you teaching me how to do things?

So he turned back.

"Son of a bitch!"

"How dare you say that!"

Yu Wanzhong furiously kicked the Japanese spy to the ground.

You bitch, you got caught, and you still said that we don't respect martial ethics? When will you, the devil, talk about martial ethics?

Zhang Yong stepped forward.

Lift the spy up with one hand. Then let go.

Take out the electric baton.

Straight into the spy's face.

You say I don’t talk about martial ethics, right? Then let’s try what it means to have strong martial ethics!

"Chi chi chi..."

"Chi chi chi..."
To be continued...