"Captain Zhang!"

Zhu Yuan smiled and came up to shake hands and hug him.

Not to mention, after being separated for a while, I missed Zhang Yong a lot. I immediately felt that I was in a good mood.

I'm too lazy to think about why Zhu Yuan was transferred to Tianjin Wei. Anyway, just come.

In the future, with Zhu Yuan in the British Concession, everything will be much more convenient. It will also be easy to protect a few people.

As long as people were placed in the British Concession, the Japanese would not dare to act openly.

As for the secret struggle, Zhang Yong has nothing to fear.

"Are you transferred here?"

"That's right. There is a formal transfer order. From now on, the entire patrol house in the British Concession will be under my control. If you have any questions, come to me."

"It would be great!"

Zhang Yong couldn't ask for it. He grinned happily.

Without Japanese intervention, it was really perfect.

Zhu Yuan briefly introduced the situation of the patrol room. In addition to the patrol room, there is also a Huayong camp below.

The so-called Huayong Battalion are Chinese soldiers recruited by the British. They are trained according to British standards and equipped with British weapons. They have considerable combat effectiveness. However, they are currently not in the British Concession.

where?

He was transferred to the Kailuan Coal Mine to suppress the Japanese troublemakers.

Therefore, for the time being, there are only more than 200 Chinese patrol officers in the patrol room. In other words, it is just a show. It is not possible to do it forcefully.

Around Tianjin Wei, the number of Japanese invaders was more than a few thousand. The garrison alone numbered 7,000. The British felt very uncomfortable.

"I'm going to see Anderson first."

"good!"

Zhang Yong waved.

Let Mei Lu get in the car.

"Come with me!"

Zhu Yuan drove the car and led the way.

The convoy entered the concession and came to a small coffee shop.

parking.

get off.

Mei Lu said to Zhang Yong: "Anderson is inside. Go in by yourself!"

Zhang Yong frowned, "Isn't it a trap?"

"What's the benefit of me trapping you?" Mei Lu bit her lip.

"That's right!" Zhang Yong nodded.

In fact, it is just a casual talk. I have already explored it.

In the coffee shop, there is indeed only one white spot, which should be Anderson. There is no one else.

However, near the coffee shop, within a range of 350 meters, there are several small red dots. Some of the small red dots are still moving slowly. It feels like they are monitoring the coffee shop?

Look around.

No other British people were seen.

Minister Anderson is a bit too big! He didn't even bring any guards.

Aren't you afraid that the Japanese will kill him?

Haha. The Japanese went crazy and even killed themselves.

Even if Zhu Yuan has three heads and six arms, he can't stop the Japanese's crazy assassination!

Enter the cafe.

Fortunately. It doesn't look that cramped inside.

Since there was no one else, the atmosphere was pretty good. Anderson was indeed the only one there. Dickens was not there either.

Walk slowly over and have a calm mind.

Minister Anderson was polite and stood up, making a gesture of asking him to sit down.

"My Chinese is not very good. Sorry."

"Actually, I can understand a little English."

"That's great. Let's do half Chinese and half English. Please sit down!"

"Thanks!"

Zhang Yong sat down.

No waiter came. It was just conversation.

British people are like this sometimes. They invite someone to talk without even preparing a cup of coffee.

Fortunately, Mei Lu came in.

It turns out she's in charge of the coffee.

"Mr. Anderson, please tell me what you need!"

"Help me find all the Japanese hidden in the British Concession."

"all?"

"Yes. All of them. Every one counts. Catch them all."

"Are there many Japanese in the British Concession?"

"No. There are only a dozen people whose identities are public. However, I suspect that there are many Japanese who have hidden their identities and are lurking in the British Concession. I don't like them. I want to expel them all."

"Is it okay to just expel him?"

"Of course, I have to teach them a lesson."

"What lesson?"

"I'm going to put them in jail. I've prepared a prison for five hundred people."

"Five hundred people?"

"Yes! I believe this number will be too small. There must be more Japanese lurking than five hundred people!"

"this……"

Zhang Yong was secretly ashamed.

This Anderson really comes right out of his mouth.

The British Concession in Tianjin Wei seems not very big, right? There are 500 Japanese lurking there?

joke……

Where……

Suddenly his eyes flashed.

Well, it really might be possible. Because...

He found a group of small red dots. There were seven or eight of them, all gathered together.

So arrogant.

Is this for a group viewing?

That’s fine!

Now go out and catch a few to show off!

Just as he was about to speak, suddenly, a red dot moved quietly towards the coffee shop.

Zhang Yong stood up, walked outside the door, raised his binoculars, and saw a young man riding a bicycle. He seemed to be wearing the uniform of the Telegraph Office. There was also the logo of the Telegraph Office on the bicycle.

"Is there something wrong?" Zhu Yuan came closer.

"The young man who sent the telegram is Japanese. Catch him!" Zhang Yong nodded.

Zhu Yuan's eyes flashed.
Chapter completed!