"Where does Tian Yuman live?"

"No. 282, Wuhou Street."

"I know, you go and rest! I will take care of the rest!"

"I'm so exhausted!"

Yang Lichu turned around and went to bed.

She really couldn't stand such late-night investigation.

Zhang Ping couldn't stand it either.

In the end, it was up to the Fuxing Society Secret Service to take care of everything.

Yang Zhi couldn't help but give a look in his eyes. He felt that these people in the Air Force were all young masters.

I can't endure hardship at all.

"They are really all young masters." Zhang Yong said.

That’s right!

Most pilots have a background of studying abroad.

In this era, those who can study abroad are either rich or noble. There are very few people like Gao Yuanhang who are from civilian backgrounds.

What's more, Gao Yuanhang was also sent abroad to study. He was considered a young master.

When it comes to enduring hardship, they are indeed not good at it.

Their profession is also destined not to be accomplished simply by enduring hardship.

Only they, the agents of the Renaissance Society, are destined to endure hardship...

"Yang Zhi!"

"arrive!"

"Wei Yong!"

"arrive!"

"Let's go!"

"yes!"

Zhang Yong quickly set off with his team.

First go to Gaomiao Road.

He planned to go around Gaomiao Road to see if there were any Japanese spies.

Then compress inward and enter Wuhou Road.

If there are spies, just capture them. If they are valuable, take them back. If they are not valuable, just execute them.

What is important is to be serious, strict and fast.

Spies are not prisoners. They are not protected by the Geneva International Convention. No one will care about them even if they are reported to heaven.

Besides, the Japanese invaders would definitely not dare to admit that the people killed were their own people.

Soon, the motorcade arrived at Gaomiao Road. Then it drove slowly along Gaomiao Road. Zhang Yong carefully scanned both sides.

A red dot appears.

Unfortunately, it's not on Gaomiao Road. It's two streets away.

So he parked the car quietly. Zhang Yong and Wei Yong walked to the nearby street and observed in secret.

Discover the target.

He is a gentle man. He wears gold-rimmed glasses.

Judging from his attire, he seems to work in a certain department. He also seems to be engaged in foreign trade. Those who open foreign companies also basically dress like this.

Keep calm.

Then go back.

Get on the bus and continue scanning along Gaomiao Road.

After walking around, I found a Japanese spy. The others were all Japanese with public identities.

Then arrive at Wuhou Road.

All the way to No. 282.

I found it to be an exquisite small building. There were many datura flowers planted outside.

After careful observation, I found that the inside and outside of the small building were very clean. The mandala flowers also grew very well. It was obviously taken care of by someone.

Could it be that the widowed young woman has come back? If so, she is very brave.

Wave your hands, ask people to get out of the car, and surround the small building.

Yang Zhi led people to break in.

"Don't move!"

"Don't move!"

Soon, the person inside was controlled. It was an old woman.

He was probably sixty or seventy years old. He seemed a little slow to react. He had no feeling at all when facing the black muzzle of the gun.

Come on, this is a carefully selected old woman! She is deaf and mute. She must not know anything.

Tian Yuman should also be a fake name. Once the mission is over, discard it immediately. Then use the fake ID to start a new identity.

Worried, where can I find this Tian Yuman?

God come out and help me! I was sent to this era and I have to take care of the food...

"Didi!"

"Didi!"

Suddenly, a car horn sounded.

Zhang Yong looked sideways at the road and found a black car parked nearby. Several agents tried to block its approach.

The car door opened. A man in a suit got out of the car. It was Kong Fansong.

"Shaolong!"

Kong Fansong said hello from a distance.

Zhang Yong hurried over. He had a good impression of Kong Fansong.

Give money happily.

Never default.

If you say you give us dollars, you give us dollars. Every penny counts.

It would be great if all the partners we cooperated with were so happy. Unfortunately, such a person is only Kong Fansong.

"Director Kong!"

"Shaolong, you came to Jinling and you didn't tell me! You're not giving me face!"

"Sorry, I'll be careful next time."

"What? Are you busy?"

"I'm looking for someone, but I don't have any clues."

"Are you looking for Tian Yuman?"

"Huh? Do you know him?"

Zhang Yong suddenly felt that something was wrong. Is this God’s blessing?

I just muttered a few words casually, and God really sent someone who knew the truth.

Kong Fansong actually knows Tian Yuman, that’s definitely something!

"First tell me who Tian Yuman is involved in. Is the problem serious?"

"It involves a pilot of the Air Force named Yang Junjian. His father's name is Yang Zhisong. He is from the Military Police Headquarters. Have you heard about it?"

"It turns out to be him. What? He is related to Tian Yuman? There is no reason!"

"Oh? So?"

"Tian Yuman shouldn't take the pilot's business, right?"

"No answer?"

"Come over here!"

Kong Fansong waved and asked him to come to the side.
To be continued...