Walk. Set off along Nanyuan Airport. Sweep.

A red dot is close to the front.

He was a rickshaw driver. The rickshaw was empty. The driver was not good-looking.

Zhang Yong took out the Somi submachine gun. It was a direct shot.

"Da da da..."

"Da da da..."

The spy twisted and collapsed on the spot.

People around:???

No. He fired directly again? Without asking any questions?

He watched helplessly as Zhang Yong came to the body of the rickshaw driver with a Somi submachine gun in hand, stretched out his legs and kicked it.

In fact, there is no need to check. The red spots have disappeared. They are completely dead.

"Dali, arrange for two people to take it back to Nanyuan Airport." Zhang Yong waved his hand, "It's still useful if you keep it."

"Yes." Liao Dali agreed and arranged for people to move the body away.

Zhang Yong casually kicked the rickshaw aside and continued walking forward.

There is a bun shop in front. The boss is busy, but he glances over here from time to time.

Seeing Zhang Yong coming, the boss hurriedly pretended to lower his head to get the buns.

Zhang Yong raised his Somi submachine gun.

"Da da da..."

"Da da da..."

Directly sieve the target.

The spy remained silent, his body twisted, and then he collapsed.

It was still holding the bun steamer in its hand, and as a result, the entire steamer was overturned. The buns were scattered all over the floor.

"Ah, he killed someone..."

"Killed! Ah..."

The surrounding diners were shocked and hurriedly fled for their lives.

The nearby shops were shocked when they saw it and hurriedly closed their doors, fearing that they would be targeted.

Zhang Yong held the gun and went directly into the back kitchen of the bun shop without saying a word.

There are no spies here. Just clutter.

I searched but found nothing of value, so I continued walking inside.

It is a ruin inside. It has collapsed and has not been rebuilt yet.

"Someone is coming!"

"arrive!"

"dig!"

"yes!"

Liao Dali and others hurriedly took action.

Dig up the ruins and soon make new discoveries.

Under the ruins, there are actually several oil paper bags hidden. They are very irregular in shape.

Taken apart, there are various weapons.

There are shell guns, flower traps, and cantaloupe grenades used by the Japanese invaders.

Obviously, the bun shop owner kept it secretly. No one would believe that there was nothing fishy about his identity.

I was originally worried that Zhang Yong would kill the wrong person, but now he remains silent.

I didn’t say it. The one who was killed must have been a spy.

"vigorously!"

"arrive."

"Send someone to take the body back to Nanyuan Airport."

"yes."

"Mobile people from Nanyuan Airport to help."

"yes."

Liao Dali agreed and then called to deploy new troops.

The main thing is to move corpses, move debris, and seal off the scene. As it happens, there are 1,500 officers in the officer training group. There is sufficient manpower.

Zhang Yong waved his hand and continued to move forward with the team.

He doesn't care about killing or burying them.

Discover the spy.

Eliminate the spies.

Others will naturally follow up on the rest.

Suddenly slowed down.

Came to a nearby shop.

The store door is closed, but there is someone inside. There is a red dot.

Nunu mouthed and motioned for others to go up and break down the door.

"Open the door!"

"Otherwise we'll shoot!"

"Open the door!"

Finally, the store owner opened the wooden door in horror.

Zhang Yong went in carrying a Somi submachine gun and saw a man in a suit.

That's right. It's him.

They also dress up like humans and dogs.

He immediately raised his gun.

"Da da da..."

"Da da da..."

Beat the man in suit into a hornet's nest.

Others around him suddenly screamed and squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands.

"Don't kill me..."

"Don't kill me..."

The shop owner's face turned pale.

Zhang Yong put away his Somi submachine gun and came to the corpse of the Japanese spy.

Squat down.

Touch the corpse.

Very unexpected.

I actually found a large stack of French coins.

They are all brand new. The printing quality is excellent. The face value is 20 yuan.

There are about 50 of them. The total value is about 1,000 yuan. This Japanese spy is quite rich.

The spy was also carrying a briefcase. He was beaten to death and the briefcase fell on the ground next to him.

Picked up the briefcase and found that it also contained legal currency.

Bundle by bundle.

Huh?

What is the origin of this spy?

Why do you carry so much French currency? Are you here to make connections? Or are you delivering goods?

never mind.
To be continued...