"Gao Zhihang. Major and deputy captain of the teaching corps. Yang Junjian's superior."

"What's the relationship between him and Yang Junjian?"

"The plane that Yang Junjian drove away was Gao Zhihang's plane. But he violated the regulations and filled the plane with fuel in advance."

"Do you suspect that he is giving Yang Junjian an opportunity to escape?"

"Yes."

"All right!"

Zhang Yong nodded.

I remember Gao Zhihang, a national hero!

He once led a team to destroy Japanese aircraft many times. He was responsible for the "August 14th" Air Force Festival of the Republic of China Air Force.

There is absolutely no way he is a spy.

However……

"What's going on with catching Yang Junjian?"

"He is a traitor to the Air Force. Madam said that he must be captured alive and dead."

"Is there no time limit?"

"Of course the sooner the better."

"knew."

Zhang Yong breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, both tasks are difficult to accomplish. Both are difficult problems.

As a time traveler, of course he knows that Gao Zhihang is not a spy. He is also a hero. However, others don't know that!

When they arrested Gao Zhihang, they must have thought he was suspicious.

In fact, describing this matter as a mere coincidence is indeed very feeble.

Alas, what is this called?

I came here to attend a dance, so unlucky...

Try to keep your spirits up.

"Where is Gao Zhihang's information?"

"in office."

"What office?"

"Of course it's the office of the Director of the Third Intelligence Division."

"Well……"

It turns out there is an office!

Okay, let's go take a look. After seeing the results, I feel even worse.

This office is very tall and spacious. The windows are bright and clean. It is over fifty square meters in size. All the appliances inside are in Western style.

The soft leather sofa has English brand logos on it. The dark red peach wood executive table can accommodate two people. It is heavy. It is estimated that when it is moved, it will take two soldiers to lift it.

but……

Strange, why are there no chairs? Do you have to stand to work?

Turning to look at Yang Lichu.

Yang Lichu said: "You can choose the chair yourself!"

"Are there many?" Zhang Yong wondered.

Yang Lichu: "There are French ones, Italian ones, and American ones. Which one do you like?"

Zhang Yong: "..."

Ah, I'm so envious. The Air Force is so rich.

The chairs are all imported. They must be Italian brands.

Furniture from later generations, as long as it comes from Italy, costs five or six figures. Some even cost seven figures. That's luxury.

Unexpectedly, in this era, I would also have the opportunity to enjoy it.

Beautiful...

"Italian."

"Okay. I'll arrange for someone to deliver it in a moment."

"Give me Gao Zhihang's information first."

"On the file cabinet next to it. A4 grid."

"a4?"

Zhang Yong walked over.

Sure enough, I saw a number on the iron bookcase.

Find the A4 box. There is indeed a folder inside. Take the folder out. It has the words "Top Secret" on it.

Look through.

Inside is information about Gao Zhihang.
Chapter completed!